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btsyeonu · 3 months

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👣. !!: THE WEDGE BETWEEN US ‧₊˚

↺ 💌 ࣪ ˖ ∿ author’s note , @ the initial impact of bangtan’s relationship with yeonu is a chaotic mess esp between jk and yeonu but i promise it gets better!! just bare with it and i hope you enjoy!

SUMMARY : yeonu comes out to his members after rumours spread alleging he’s trans. things seem to go well… until it doesn’t.

WORD COUNT : 2.8k words — PAIRING : kim yeonu x bts (slight focus on jk near the end)

GENRE : angst , slight comfort , more angst — WARNINGS : transphobic manager , so some transphobic comments , confused bts (at first) , ignorant & hurt jk

“What does it mean? Hyung liked to wear dresses when he was younger, right? So what? Why is everyone making such a big deal out of it?” Jeongguk asks, eyebrows furrowed and pupils lurking at an attempt to get a grasp on what he was missing.

The room is filled with thick tension. There are currently ten people situated in the meeting room of the Bighit building, including the boys’ manager and Bang Shi Hyuk himself who sits in silence, arms crossed and concentrating on nothing in particular. Yeonu doesn’t speak up to clarify.

“Why are you not speaking up?”

The manager’s voice oozes with contempt, earning the attention of seven of the eight members present. Namjoon’s eyes hold a tinge of concern that swirls with sympathy as he looks to Yeonu, aware of both sides of reality that may manifest itself in this moment. Yeonu sports a look that hints away at his struggle right now, holding himself back from tearing up, or perhaps even fully breaking down.

“Hyung,” Namjoon opts in instead, and the manager looks over at him, lip still curled in distaste. “Do we have to do the meeting like this?” He asks, starting to turn to Bang Shi Hyuk. “I mean, I get that these allegations are serious, but having so many people like this… I feel like it’s putting too much pressure on Yeonu.”

CEO Bang looks up for the first time at Namjoon’s statement. He isn’t as vexed as their manager, but at the same time, Namjoon thinks he might have simply mastered the art of masking his true emotions. The male lifts his glasses to rub his eyes, mumbling a tired agreement that hasn’t bordered on an order just yet.

“Too much pressure? He- she’s under too much pressure? We don’t even know what this thing is!” Choi Gyuin seethes, pointing at Yeonu, and it would seem that such a statement was all it would take to break the dam and have the rain falling. Yeonu’s hand slams onto the oakwood desk separating himself and his members from Bang Shi Hyuk and Gyuin standing behind him on the opposite end.

“This thing,” Yeonu growls, angry red tears burning, streaming down his face, “is any ordinary man just like you! What’s so different about you and me? Look at yourself, look at me. What’s the difference?” He asks, and his voice cracks a little, face tingeing pink in colour as he waits for a response—everyone’s eyes are on him. Namjoon’s eyes are on him, Jeongguk’s eyes are on him, and so are Yoongi’s and Seokjin’s. Taehyung, Hoseok and Jimin stare at him too, entirely dumbfounded at his outburst.

What was going on? Why is everything so tensed? Why is Yeonu so heart stricken?

In the midst of Gyuin’s speechlessness, it is Yoongi that strives forward first, hand resting on Yeonu’s back as he rubs gently, unbothered at the reactions of others. This singular gesture is what snaps their manager out of his shock, teeth gritting, a baffled laugh following thereafter. “W-what’s the difference? Is he- she- whatever you are! Are you being serious?”

He asks this in a manner that tries to come off as obvious, but no one is playing into his games, not even CEO Bang. “Hyung-nim, at least you must see the problem, right? If Yeonu really turns out to be transsexual then the entire group will be put into jeopardy!” He exclaims, talking to Shi Hyuk. “I mean, this is a boy band. What would it mean if we have a transsexual in it? The rebranding will cost us a fortune, and that’s not even taking into account the uproar from fans-” and he just keeps going like this.

Talking and talking and talking, and it’s just as Yoongi opens his mouth to spit a cunning remark that someone else decides to beat him to it, shutting the whole room down with his outrage.

“Aish… just shut the fuck up, you bastard!”

It’s CEO Bang losing his composure. He has a heavy frown line stretched across his forehead and he looks up at Gyuin behind him for a brief moment before waving him away. “Get out. I don’t want to hear from you anymore.” He says simply. Even Yeonu is startled by the events unfolding. Gyuin stands there, blinking, and then he laughs, bending over to reach Shi Hyuk’s height who was sat in his seat.

“Ah, hyung-nim, I think you’re losing your cool at the wrong-”

“What did I say, huh? Have you suddenly gone deaf?” Shi Hyuk queries, turning to face Gyuin again. This time the male can quite clearly see the fury burning within his eyes as he goes to speak again. “I won’t tell you again. Get lost before I fire you right here.” He grumbles, and finally, this is enough to have Gyuin stand up straight with a polite smile, nodding.

Yoongi personally can’t help the smirk that slips itself onto his features then, seeing Gyuin glance at all of the boys with clear rage as he makes his leave. Yeonu watches after him too before turning back to Shi Hyuk.

“Yeonu-ah, be honest with me.” The elder starts, and his posture shifts, showcasing his fatigue towards this situation. “Are the rumours true? Just tell me honestly and we’ll figure it out.” He says, and surprisingly for Yeonu, his voice is gentle, almost understanding. He looks around at his members who surround him from either side, nerves now cold and chilly.

Some of them still seem confused, having grasped barely anything from the fight that had actively broken out, but when Yeonu eyes Namjoon and Yoongi specifically, their expressions seem… encouraging. Yoongi’s thumb caresses Yeonu’s upper spine before he pulls away, waiting patiently.

Yeonu wishes it was easy. Actually, he wishes he had a choice in the matter at all instead of being put under pressure like this, but as he stares at Shi Hyuk, he knows he needs to make this move. If not now, then when? Wouldn’t it be better to at least come out to some people? To the ones he can at least have a glimmer of hope that they’d accept him?

Yeonu’s eyes cast themselves down to his fingers as they splay across the edge of the table. “I…” His throat constricts, absolutely terrified. What if they didn’t accept him? What if he was kicked out of the group immediately upon coming out?

“If it makes you feel better, whatever it is, I’m not going to see you any different from the guy who tried to juggle dumplings to make a good first impression on me.” Taehyung’s deep voice reassures upon noticing Yeonu’s hesitance, and when Yeonu glances over at him, all he’s presented with is a warm boxy smile that never falters once. He’s presented with a glimpse of home.

A small, almost thankful smile of his own slips its way onto Yeonu’s face, and he sighs, trying to come to terms with himself before finally holding his head up—not completely confident, but firm enough to grasp at the straws that help him spit his next words out.

“The rumours… well, they’re true.” He says quietly, voice a little shaky, and his body is tense, stiff as a stick. He did it. “I-I’m transgender. I wasn’t- you know, I wasn’t always a boy. I wasn’t born a boy, but that doesn’t make me any less of one. That’s all.”

As he wipes his tears away, his head bows once more, and the thumping of his heart beats deafeningly deep in his ears due to the silence that follows his admittance. He doesn’t want to look up now, isn’t sure if this silence is good or bad and he honestly doesn’t know how he would cope if the outcome of this turned out to be bad.

Just a few more seconds. He tells himself, but he can feel the beginnings of bile rise in the back of his throat. Why won’t any of you say anything?

“I don’t get it.” Jeongguk’s quiet, confused, and frankly shaky voice is the first to speak up. Yeonu’s heart clenches at the hesitance in his maknae’s approach, but he tilts his head just enough in the male’s direction to show he’s listening. “Hyung, what do you mean? How can you not be born a boy? You look like a boy. You are a boy, aren’t you?” He looks at the other members, hoping to receive clarification from any one of them, but no one knows what to say.

“I am,” Yeonu starts, soft, “But my body wasn’t. I was born in the wrong body, Jeongguk-ah. I was born in the body of a woman and… that wasn’t me.”

The truth tastes bitter on his tongue, finally coming out of living in stealth to a group of guys he considers his best friends and his CEO that held the power to tip the scales of fate one way or another in his name. There’s another period of silence, and then—

“That’s okay.”

Yeonu’s head whips around to look at Taehyung who returns his gaze genuinely, showcasing words that he means. Soon, a reassuring smile presents itself on his lips and he reaches his fingers out to grasp at the sleeve of Yeonu’s top.

“You’re a guy now, right? It doesn’t matter what happened in your past or how you were born. You said you’re a guy. That’s all that matters.” He explains, and Shi Hyuk watches this interaction play out with curiosity, almost as if getting an idea of how the group dynamics may change because of this information.

It doesn’t seem to have shifted much on Taehyung’s end and Jimin, hearing Taehyung’s affirming words, also starts to speak up, adjusting himself in his seat.

“H-he’s right, Yeo. The three of us have been by each other’s sides through everything.” Jimin recalls, shuffling closer to Taehyung who is closer to Yeonu. “Soulmates until the very end. How can we let such a sacred oath be broken? No, you’re stuck with us for life.”

And like that, more and more of the members begin letting out sentiments of their own in support for Yeonu. It isn’t completely without the uncertainty of the group’s future underlying their emotions, but it’s enough to settle Yeonu’s stomach so that he can finally sit back down once again, tears pooling at his eyes.

This had been more than what he could have ever hoped for. The Bangtan he had grown to love had lent their hand out in a time of need. Yoongi shifts in his seat, leaning in to whisper something into the male’s ear.

“I’ve got a cousin who’s trans.” He reveals, avoiding eye contact as he usually does, and Yeonu’s eyes widen slightly at the news, looking over at the male. “Queer people have been amongst us since the beginning of time, but it still takes a lot of guts to come out of hiding like this. I’m proud of you, kid.”

And there he goes with the whole ‘kid’ thing… ah, Yeonu can’t help but to roll his eyes playfully, a light, choked chuckle leaving his lips. “Thanks, hyung.”

As the members discuss this newfound trust put forth by Yeonu’s revealation, Bang Shi Hyuk analyses the members, adjusting his glasses with a clearing of his throat, but as he goes to speak, another member whose voice hadn’t spoken up with a supportive sentiment does so instead, shocking surrounding parties.

“What? Why… why are we all just pretending as if this isn’t a big deal?”

Everyone’s heads turn to Jeongguk, who avoids eye contact as he tries to rein in his thoughts and feelings. No one had expected him of all people to seem so… betrayed, even sounding resentful, giving the maknae time to continue his point.

“He-he lied to us! We shouldn’t even- you were born a woman?” He asks, although it would seem the question was more so directed to himself, as if he were thinking out loud. His views have taken a complete turn, going from confused anxiety to downright denial. “That means I should call you noona. If you were born a woman-”

“I was born a baby.” Yeonu interjects sharply, already sensing where this was going, and Yoongi can’t help the small smile that slips onto his lips at the cunning remark. Jeongguk doesn’t seem to have caught his words.

“Women don’t have penises. You don’t have a penis. You can’t be a man if you don’t have a penis!” Jeongguk exclaims, dumbfounded. His emotions are all over the place; eyes blinking back tears forcefully, bottom lip quivering. “How could you- how could you do that? You lied to me! Y-you lied to us!”

Inhaling starts to become a difficult task the more Jeongguk continues his speech. Yeonu’s heart tugs and squeezes tightly, leaving an uncomfortable lump in his throat watching their youngest member break down like this, unable to comprehend so much in so little time.

“I had to.” Are the first words to come out of Yeonu’s mouth. He’s trying to be the bigger person, trying to keep his composure in check but he fails. “Things like getting changed… simple things like these come easy to you. You take it for granted, but for me? I have to take extra measures just to be safe. I had to change separately from the rest of you, I always had to be careful this exact fucking situation wouldn’t take place, Jeongguk-ah. And do you know why that is? Because people with your views aren’t very accommodating!” Yeonu vents, nostrils flaring, voice tethering on the edge of a growl. Jimin senses the male’s growing frustration, and being one of the members with the best know-how of comforting a friend in need, he’s able to slide over to Taehyung’s previous spot as said male moves out of the way.

Jeongguk, on the other hand, doesn’t let up.

“What do you gain out of pretending?! Why can’t you just be a girl if-”

“Enough.” Namjoon cuts in, a warning tone—his leader tone seeping into the conversation upon hearing the vile and ignorant comments leaving Jeongguk’s lips like a bullet train with no sign of stopping. The maknae’s eyebrows form a deep frown, looking to Namjoon and then the rest of the members before coming to the conclusion that they quite clearly saw him as the enemy and not Yeonu.

Their disapproving stares said it all, but why was he in the wrong? He wasn’t the one lying to the group for years!

“W-whatever! You shouldn’t have lied. You’re not my hyung.” He says with finality aimed at Yeonu, and before anyone is able to scold or demand an apology in Yeonu’s place, Jeongguk is already storming out of the meeting room without another word, sniffles following.

It takes him a minute to register those words—something he had never even dreamt of ever hearing in his worst nightmares had come straight out of the mouth of his only dongsaeng. Yeonu rubs his face harshly at this, head coming down to rest on the palms of his hands with thoughts ever consuming.

“What the hell is wrong with him?” Namjoon grumbles, but he looks over at Seokjin with a silent plea, asking him to go check on the male. The eldest of the bunch nods once, eyes shifting to Yeonu as he stands up before leaving.

“Don’t take him too seriously, Yeonu-ah. He probably just needs time to adjust to the news.” Hoseok tries to comfort in the midst of Jimin rubbing his back. The others affirm his statement, coming together to lift the younger’s spirits.

“It’s because this is new to him. He’ll come around.” Yoongi states, having bared witness to a similar sequence of events back at home. Yeonu’s fingers tug on the roots of his hair, but he sighs. He’s just so, so tired.

“Well,” Shi Hyuk starts, earning the attention of all of the current members present, “I was going to say that everyone seemed to take this news rather well, but with Jeongguk’s outburst, I believe some steps may need to be taken or else the group is at risk of falling apart.”

It’s a logical observation from their CEO, but that doesn’t stop Yeonu’s heart from clenching with a wave of oncoming stress—he didn’t want to be the reason for his members’ careers going down the drain. That’s the last thing he could ever want.

“I’ll do something about it. I-I’ll talk to him.” Yeonu says, but he doesn’t sound particularly confident in himself. He couldn’t even keep himself composed long enough to make Jeongguk see a smidgen of sense.

Taehyung slams his hand down on the desk in front of Yeonu, looking over at him. “I’ll help.”

“I’ll help too.” Jimin declares, placing his hand on the table beside Taehyung’s. The rest of the members also join and seeing so many hands of support settled in front of him… he could probably cry for the third time that day as he also moves his hand forward, joining the circle in its entirety.

“This is to bridging a minor fork in the road of Bangtan’s journey.” Namjoon informs, and on the count of three, the boys lift their hands at once.

“To bridging a minor fork in the road of Bangtan’s journey!”

💬 — YEONU’S TAGLIST.

@anqelws , @vizianary , @kaitieskidmore97 , @sann1e

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vkooksupremacy · 8 months

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Oh, why????

Xu Minghao / The8 x Male Reader

"Dino nugu aegi?" Could be heard in the background of the camera, where Y/N and his boyfriend were waving to the camera.

The couple had recently revealed themselves to the public, the fans taking it extremely well. Sure, there were a few antis, but majority accepted them wholeheartedly.

"Hyungie, do you like the museum?" Y/N asked. Minghao nodded enthusiastically. The Japanese male laughed, slinging his arm over Minghao's shoulder. Nakamoto Y/N, younger brother of NCT Yuta and maknae of Seventeen. Even if he was just a month younger than Dino.

"Eughh they're being mushy again." Dino groaned. "Save it for later."

"He's just sulky because he's single." Minghao snickered, planting a kiss on Y/N's cheek. "Don't mind him, Carat."

Over in the background, Seungkwan and Hoshi were trying to strangle each other. But the fans attention was on Y/N. The livestream comments flooded the chat, making Y/N blink.

"Slow down, I can't read all your comments." He mumbled.

'Y/NHao ftw!'

'Theyre so cute'

'Kiyoooooowoooo!'

"Ugh." Y/N and Minghao heard Dino sigh again.

"Yah Dino, be quiet. I'm allowed to love my boyfriend." Minghao said, wrapping his arms around Y/N's torso. "If you don't like it find a partner. Then you'll understand."

Y/N and Minghao continued to be mushy, to the disgust of the other 12. They walked around with their hands intertwined, whispering to each other.

Jun stole the camera.

"Hey guys, while they're being a couple, I'll take you on a tour of the museum."

'Jun to save the day!'

'Wen Junhuiiiii'

"Oh look." Jun smiled sarcastically. "It's our lovely couple. Oh, and little baby Y/N is sleeping! How cute!"

"Shh." Minghao said. "Don't wake him up. He had a long day yesterday and couldn't sleep."

'Aww, rest well Y/N Oppa'

'He looks so tired...'

'Hate to break it to you, but this is our favourite couple.'

#kpop x male reader #seventeen x male reader #seventeen x reader #minghao x male reader #minghao x reader #the8 x male reader #the8 x reader #svt x male reader #svt x reader #14th member au

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skzoologist · 10 months

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Unfamiliarity [two]

word count: ~10.5k

genre: Hybrid AU, no pairings

warnings: forced intake of medication, usage of heavy meds, panic attacks, signs of PTSD, hints of being experimented at, past abuse, occasional curse words, hurt/comfort, just bad choices overall from everyone

summary: Being taken in from the street means you get a mandatory, very fun session with the vet :)

a/n: I hope none of you missed the story too much, seeing as I took TWO MONTHS to update. I am horrible, my time-management skills are non-existent. My deepest apologies, I will put up the next chapter hopefully the next week to try and tame your ire. Especially since no new members are introduced in this chapter yet, only in the next one... Anyway, I hope you have fun reading this and feel free to barge into my ask box if you have any thoughts or questions!

Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in!Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!

!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

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Waking up was not fun at all.

The moment my consciousness resurfaced and I opened my eyes, my whole body started hurting. My head pounded mercilessly, feeling heavy and fuzzy. My throat was parched, tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth, the notion of peeling it off uncomfortable.

I slowly got up, my body shuddering and fur twitching as I sucked in a whine that almost left my muzzle. My back hurt and stretched, the smell of antiseptics hitting me in the face. My nose crinkled up, eyes watering from the unpleasantly strong smell. Shaking my head to try and get rid of at least a bit, I huffed and stood up on shaky paws, carefully stepping down from the 'bed'.

My whole body felt like a weight as I stood there, needing a moment to recollect myself.

What was I doing last time? I wasn't in 'bed'... No, I was eating, right. The wolf… yes, he was teaching me how to use those sticks. Then…

Everything came rushing back to me, the glass, the capture, the stars. Wait no, those were freckles.

Trotting towards the place where the clothes were stored, I stood on my hind legs, front right paw resting on the right door as I opened the left one with my maw. Sure enough, there were clothes neatly laid out there by the others, like it always had been.

Shifting into my other -more vulnerable- form, I suppressed every groan of pain that wanted to escape me. The scars on my upper body stretched painfully, the feeling unpleasant and familiar. Quickly putting on some clothes, I walked towards the door and took a couple of deep breaths.

Nobody was nearby, they were all huddled in the 'living room' from what I could tell. That was… weirdly perfect.

Quietly opening the door, I stepped out into the hallway I had walked across so many times before. Not wanting to notify anyone of my presence just yet, I left the door open -instead of risking them hearing me closing it- and stepped across the smooth floor, my steps muted and precise.

Nearing the stairway, I stopped as I heard hushed voices. I couldn't make out any words thanks to my fuzzy head, but their tone was more than enough to indicate their misery. My ears pressed into my head, knowing I was probably the cause of that.

Gathering my courage, I gulped down my racing heart that leapt into my throat and took a step towards the staircase.

By the fourth step I was noticed.

By the sixth, their voices completely died down.

By the seventh I stopped, gaze meeting theirs after a few seconds.

I took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry."

My voice was raspy, the words almost unrecognisable from the lack of use over the long years. Yet, I continued looking at them, my uninjured hand clenching in anticipation, waiting for them to inevitably throw me out or hurt me.

"You…you can speak?" - croaked out a small voice, the others too stunned to speak yet.

I nodded.

"...Then why haven't you spoken so far?" - asked another.

"...wasn’t allowed to…" - I rasped out, my throat closing up in strain.

I awkwardly continued to stand there, waiting for a reaction, just anything.

"Well, why’re you just standing there, come down here you idiot." - choked out Chan. Before I could open my mouth to protest, Minho cut me off. "No, we’re not angry at you, get your ass down here or else Felix and Changbin will tackle you onto the stairs and worsen your injuries."

I just accepted my fate, making my way over towards them in my stupor. I didn't even reach them when the aforementioned feline shot up from his seat and rushed at me. I didn't fall over only because Minho warned me, so I stood there stiffly as the boy clinged to me as if his life depended on it, apologising over and over again.

My brows furrowed. What wrong did he do that he needed to be apologising for?

I quickly caught the words 'shirt' and 'breakfast', the pieces clicking together as I realised he had been blaming himself for my panic at the table.

I hovered my hand above his head, only after a moment of hesitance did I finally gently place it atop his mop of angelic hair and stroked it, mindful of his little ears.

"Not your fault." - I rasped out, but he either didn't hear or didn't believe me as he just buried his face deeper into my chest.

Sighing, I took his face in both of my hands -injury be damned- and nudged him to look at me. When he finally did, I repeated the same sentence, my tone firm and leaving no place for any argument. I wiped his tears with my thumbs, then looked towards the others as I continued speaking -or at least trying to-.

"Bad memory. Not anyo–... anyone's fault. Sorry. Broke glass and caused trouble."

My voice died halfway and I sounded like I rose from the dead, but none of them seemed to care. Changbin indeed affectionately hugged me once I was close enough, my body almost smushed into paste. I endured it, even as my form protested and skin shivered, knowing he had no bad intentions. Chan was full on crying and smiling at me, engulfing me in a bear hug once Felix let go of me for a few seconds. Minho just repeatedly called me an idiot in an endearing tone, his voice light and playful.

That evening was one I would never forget for the rest of my life, the warmth that surrounded me suffocatingly gentle and sweet.

-.-.-.-.-

The days kept going by in a similar fashion, my life gaining a rhythm I never thought I would ever have.

Everyday I would wake up in my little den -that nobody intruded upon, just like the wolf promised- to a knock on the door, one of the boys waiting there with breakfast for me. Taking it thankfully after greeting each other, I would then go to the bathroom and get ready for the day -yes i had to be shown how to wash my teeth and i absolutely disliked how it felt-. Afterwards, I would join whoever was in the big, spacious room, lounging on the sofa together. Skinship still made my hair stand on end, so I usually sat on one side, while the others were on the opposite one, huddled and cuddled up in one big pile. Then usually, around the same time I would be ushered back into my room. Not that I minded -sometimes i even left earlier, the presence of the others too much for the day-, but I had a feeling it was so I wouldn’t run into the human.

It left a strange feeling in my chest, whenever I thought about how suspiciously considerate these hybrids were towards me.

I also got used to everyone's scents by now, although my stomach sometimes still unpleasantly turned whenever they were especially strong and mixed together. The clothes they let me borrow definitely helped hasten the whole process, even though they looked comically short on my stature.

Speaking of clothes, as I was putting on a fresh shirt, I heard a ripping sound echoing through the room.

Panicking, I quickly took it off, the movement irritating my injuries further, but I didn't care about that. No, checking the precious fabric’s condition was a way bigger priority. I turned around the piece of cloth in my hands and sure enough, there was a newly formed hole in its fabric.

Putting on a different one -more carefully this time-, I made my way out of the room, my ears lowered and tail lifeless.

I was hit with deja vu as only Minho was lazily lounging on the sofa, attention partly on the TV, half asleep. Not wanting to bother him or accidentally fully wake him up, I was about to start leaving back into the hallway when Felix appeared. He greeted his feline friend and cuddled into him, purrs now loud enough for even me to hear.

Letting a small smile sneak itself onto my lips, I turned around to leave when suddenly, Felix's head popped up over the back of the couch. His left ear flicked as he was looking straight at me with a deadpan expression, motioning for me to join them. I shuffled in place, embarrassed I was caught, but went down the stairs to join them anyway.

The blonde boy greeted me quietly, the brunette conked out under him, soft snores already leaving his form. My gaze softened at the sight, ears letting up and tail swaying gently.

I took my usual place on the soft furniture, the shirt in my hand now painfully obvious. I played with it absentmindedly, just watching the TV alone as the other feline decided to take a nap as well. They had woken up not that long ago, so I couldn't really understand how they could fall asleep so fast once again. Huffing in amusement at them, I turned towards one of the downstairs hallways as I sensed the other two hybrids leave a room and approach us. Sure enough, they saw and greeted me, in return I nodded at them.

Before they could say anything, I put a finger in front of my lips, motioning towards the sleeping hybrids. Chan looked at them with such warmth as he chuckled, while Changbin just rolled his eyes playfully, muttering things about cats and their laziness.

"Oh, why do you have a shirt in your hands?" - the wolf asked after he sat down next to me, the other parts of the sofa taken by the stretched out felines.

My form turned sheepish, eyes looking at the ground. I held up the fabric for him to see, the hole painfully obvious as I muttered out a grated 'Sorry'.

"Don't be sorry baby, I honestly thought this would happen sooner. None of us have fitting clothing for you, seeing as you are ridiculously tall." He let out a small sigh, silently pondering over his next words. "I’ve waited with this for as long as I could, but it seems like we have no choice anymore, sorry. Because if we want to get you new clothes, you need a collar. To get one, you need to be officially adopted, and for that, you need a checkup. You needed one anyway, for your injuries." - he carefully whispered out, his gentle gaze searching my form for a reaction.

The blood froze into my veins.

I never wanted to be adopted again, or to have a collar on my neck. I gulped, the air suddenly thin and not enough. The room felt hot, while my body remained frigid. I was vaguely aware of the wolf in front of me, but my vision became slightly hazy and limited.

I blinked several times, forcing the memories and feelings down, not willing to cause another scene and appear weak in front of them yet again.

"-by, are you alright?"

All at once I became painfully aware of his knowing gaze and gentle hold on my uninjured hand. I merely nodded, noticing Changbin hovering nearby as well. My ears flicked towards his direction, a sign I noticed him and was fine. He eased up and sat down next to Chan, head propped up on one of the elder’s shoulders.

"I'm sorry baby, we can wait a bit more to get your injuries looked at. Forget I said anything." - he squeezed my hand once more, then let go as he instead focused on the movie that was playing.

I tried to do so as well, mind numb and slow to work.

I remained seated there for the rest of the day -besides eating and such-, aware what the others were doing at all times. Sometimes they silently watched the TV, other times they caused a ruckus. Chan checked his phone a couple of times, but I wasn't bothered about that. He did that sometimes, probably speaking with his human. The day went by and I was soon back in my room, sleeping early to just end the day faster.

I should have cared about that phone checking.

The next day started the same as my days usually did, but when I met the others, there was a strange tension in the air. They seemed a bit awkward around me, especially the wolf. I only raised an eyebrow at that, an uncomfortable feeling settling into my gut. But I thought nothing more of it.

I really should have.

Next thing I knew, the day slowly trickled by, the bad feeling only growing stronger, body fidgeting endlessly. My eyes regularly flitted around the place, searching for the source of my uncomfort.

It arrived in the form of an ear-splitting ringing. I jumped, having never heard the loud sound and remained in place. The others looked at each other with uncertainty, letting the youngest boy open the door.

Taking a deep breath, my nose picked up on an unfamiliar smell, one that did not belong to a hybrid. Before Felix reached the door I bolted, vaulting over the sofa and up the stairs, diving under the 'bed' and into my den, my safe place.

There was an unknown human in the house and I had a really bad feeling that it had something to do with me. What if it was them, finally having found me, ready to take me back to their lab? What if it was the law, coming to punish me for what I had done?

My head raced with thoughts, none better than the other.

Amidst my panic, the door opened, Chan stepping in and crouching in front of my hidden form.

"Baby, come out please. He just needs to look at your injuries and check if they’re healing properly." - he coaxed fruitlessly.

Oh so it was just a doctor. I didn't know if it was worse or better.

"Baby, please, it's just me in here. Come out."

He was right, it was indeed only him in the room at that moment, the others’ scents all outside and not in the room.

Not getting an answer, he just sat down and continued to try and lure me out with gentle murmurs, his voice on the edge of begging. Still, it took him a good while to get me out of my den, but I slowly crawled out and looked at him wearily.

Betrayal.

Betrayal was all I felt, as he grabbed me, shouting for the others to rush in and hold me down. My back was pushed onto a plush surface as it burned, my limbs held down even as they struggled to regain their freedom.

But no matter how hard I tried, their grips firmly remained on my body. A growl ripped out of my chest as my jaw was forced open, something placed inside as they firmly shut it. I didn't want to swallow down whatever it was, but he kept his hand in place, the other massaging my throat.

Tears escaped my eyes as I couldn't fight it anymore, the object sliding down with a forced gulp.

I continued thrashing, even as I felt a bit more sluggish, but nothing more.

"Fuck, he needs another one."

No!

I ripped my left hand out of its hold, something painfully moving out of place as I struggled to break free, blindly clawing at anything I could reach. My limb was soon recaptured, the hold on it only causing more pain. In the next moment my jaw was forced open once again and I relived that horrible moment from a few minutes ago.

My body felt heavy, head hazy as I laid there panting, unable to do anything anymore.

The wolf came into my vision, wiping away the tear tracks from my cheeks as he whispered something about being sorry and not having a choice. I just continued laying there, the ceiling much more interesting for my unfocused eyes as I accepted my fate.

Their familiar scents left and in came a new one, my gut already churning in place.

The new voice introduced itself, but I couldn't be bothered to remember its name. My mind was stuffy, as if it was filled with cotton. The room looked somehow funny, the patterns seemingly coming to life with each passing second. I could hear a chuckle as I marvelled at them, having never seen such things before.

Wariness was sitting at the back of my mind, forgotten there. My mood took a funny turn as well, numb and giddy mixing together to make me obedient and helpful.

And I was.

I sat up sluggishly and let the human do whatever he wanted to me as I merely watched him, like a lifeless doll on drugs. He checked various parts of my body, being extra diligent around the scars on my upper body, head and arm. Although I did make a face when he checked inside my mouth or touched my ears and tail, goosebumps uncomfortably raised on the surface of my skin.

After way too much prodding and tests, he was finally done and left, the knots in my stomach easing up.

I remained seated where I was, the floor perpetually moving and writhing beneath my feet. I watched it, highly intrigued, even as someone else came into the room.

Looking up I realised it was the wolf, my mood elated and tail wagging, happy to see him.

With a 'Channie!' I hugged him rather forcefully, rubbing my head into his. Suddenly realising what he had done not even long ago, I let go of him quickly, as if he had the plague. "Wait, no, I am supposed to be angry at you." - I muttered, arms crossed.

He just laughed, patting my shoulder. "You can come in guys, he's good, although a bit too high!" - he shouted out the open door, leading me back to where I sat not long ago.

Not even a second later Felix rushed in and I tackled him similarly to the wolf, just with a happy shout of 'Sunshine!' this time. Realising he was in on my backstabbing too, I let go of him and scrunched up my nose. "Wait, I am supposed to be angry at you too."

I stepped away from him, but then Minho and Changbin came in as well, and in a now very familiar fashion I greeted them. "Binnie, Linooo!… Wait, you guys held me down too… Ooh the floor is still moving." - I released them, looking around the floor as I heard them all laugh.

"How long do you think the meds will last? I need to know when to start recording, this is golden." - cackled the scary feline.

"The doc said a few hours, and that’s with his abnormally high tolerance." - replied the wolf as I was led to the bed by Binnie, the ground still tripping me out.

"Can we keep some of these meds? I have never seen him like this before, so… open and cuddly." "Well the doc did give us some, in case he freaks out again or anything. And no, Lix, those are for emergency use only."

The kitten pouted and I almost went to comfort him, before once again I remembered what they did. I went to cross my arms as I pouted, but the rodent hybrid gently held my injured hand that now rested in a cast.

"Don't pout, please, we did what we thought was best." - he whispered, caressing the cast with his thumb. "If you want to blame anyone, blame me. I was the one who had that ide–" The wolf was elbowed in his sides by both felines, a 'Shut up' and 'Naur' leaving their lips in disharmony.

I pursed my lips together, opting to instead hide myself in Changbin's side.

"I was just so scared. I thought it was him, or, or the others. I didn't want to go back." - my voice rasped out, cracking at a few places.

A few seconds of silence passed as one of them carded their fingers through my hair soothingly.

"Baby, who is he?"

"Dun wanna talk about it."

I just pressed more into the younger boy, my voice muffled. Taking a deep breath of the tropical scent, I threw myself over the others, face now nestled into the wolf's middle.

"Smells good. Safe."

"Maybe we can use these meds out of emergency too sometimes."

-.-

I woke up to a full bed, the thought dancing around my mind before fully registering. I tensed up under all the bodies, my heart rate accelerating fast. Not wanting to wake them up, I scooted away as much as I could, my body ridden with goosebumps, reminded of the past.

Some of them stirred but remained asleep as I just sat there, trying to recollect what had happened that could result in this.

I, sadly, came up a bit blank.

Instead of wrecking my already hurting head even more, I watched the others sleep, their features peaceful and at ease. A smile slipped onto my lips.

I knew it for a while now, that they sneaked their way into my heart, I just kept denying it. My heart was just not ready to trust again, and it probably never would be.

But I was willing to try, for their sake.

I had no clue how long I had been sitting there, but gradually all of them woke up, greeting me and each other. I nodded back, the question I had been itching to get an answer to sitting on the tip of my tongue.

"What happened yesterday?"

They froze up, glancing at each other, until Minho slipped his phone out with a suspiciously wide grin on his face. He tapped some things and a video started playing.

A video of me, cuddling into every single one of them with a satisfied smile on my face.

I blanched, wide eyes not believing what they were seeing. I nearly choked on my spit when I heard their nicknames leaving my lips. Nicknames I thought I never said out loud.

"Yeah, you were extreeemely high from the meds." - laughed Chan, rubbing his nape at the memory. "Yup, called Lix's freckles stars too and asked Binnie if he could lift you up, since he has so much muscle."

My cheeks warmed up immediately, ears lowered in embarrassment. I took my tail into my uninjured hand, pushing my face into it to hide as they all just laughed at my expense.

I couldn't face them anymore. Never again, actually.

-.-.-.-

The following days I hid in my room, memories of that day now fully intact as they trickled back to me. I was hurt over being fooled and forced into a medical checkup, especially because they knew how I would react to it. So their solution was to lie to me and force medication down my throat… But to their credit, none of them came into the room uninvited still, only knocking to give me food, which I quickly took and shut the door into their faces.

I was torn.

On one hand, I had finally admitted that yes, they had wormed their way into my heart. On the other hand, the trust that had been so carefully crafted now crumbled down in front of my very eyes.

It was painful.

Instead I just let my eyelids flutter closed as I laid curled up in my den, tears easily racing down their already carved out paths.

I was so tired.

-.-.-.-

I was startled awake by quiet knocking on my door, the sound ear-piercing in the deadly silence. It must have been night, my tired mind supplied amidst its haze.

I blinked a couple of times, the weight of my body settling into my soul, easily convincing me to not move a finger.

But the knocking disagreed as it rang through my echoing room once more.

Taking a deep breath to will myself to move, I immediately recognised the sugary sweet scent wafting through the air, dragging a sigh from my body.

Crawling out of my hiding place, I held my head as it throbbed, sight swimming and throat parched. The thought of accepting the food I refused hours earlier didn’t sound too bad at that moment, but I instead shook my head gently and shut my eyes closed forcefully. My vision soon returned fully afterwards, so I slowly padded towards the door and opened it just enough for our eyes to meet.

Those usually glinting, bright nebulas were now dim, sitting atop dark and raw skin. The sight broke a part of me, but I showed no sign of it, no, I couldn’t, I refused to. Instead I just hummed with a questioning tone, wanting to hear the goal of his visit from his mouth directly.

"Hyung… Do you… Could we talk? Please?" - his voice cracked, eyes glistening and pleading.

I couldn't say no to that, so I opened the door just enough for him to slip in, closing it quietly after confirming no one else was nearby.

He awkwardly stood in the middle of the room, so I just motioned towards the 'bed' for him with a jerk of my head. Getting the hint, he carefully sat down at the edge of it, his lax tail laying close to his body in distress.

I remained standing in front of him, a fair distance between his timid form and my angry one, hands awkwardly crossed in front of my chest -this cast thing was getting on my nerves-. My question was clear to him, no words needed to convey it.

"We… You have to know we did it for your own good, Hyung. I…I'm really sorry, I'm not saying what we did was right, but you needed medical attention! Your- you didn't see your injuries, when the glass cut into your burgundy fur, I… I was so scared. You were bleeding a lot and, and… I just didn't want to lose you. None of us wanted to…"

The once bright boy in front of me was broken, tears cascading down his freckled cheeks, just like on that day. It felt like I cast a spell, a curse, hiding away the blinding star behind a curtain of weeping clouds.

It felt horrible.

I felt horrible.

Sighing quietly, I uncrossed my arms.

"I'll… I'll need some time to, to think this through." - my voice rasped out, the air grating against my vocal chords painfully.

The boy nodded, wiping his tears with his long sleeves, his feet carrying him out, through the doorway.

I just stood there, feeling empty even as the door closed and the quiet sniffing disappeared down the hallway.

"...For my sake, huh?"

-.-.-.-

It took me 3 days to scrape my feelings and thoughts together into a partly comprehensive ball. I still couldn't fully understand the situation, and in no way did I forgive them. But I also realised that I didn't have the full picture.

That was what brought me to the current situation, agitated form standing in front of the others' shocked ones.

"I'm still angry, but need explanation."

They just gaped at me for a few seconds, then looked at each other, as if silently communicating.

A deep sigh left the wolf as he rubbed his nape, gaze firmly planted into the ground by his feet.

"I was the one who called the shots, so if you still wanna be angry at someone by the end of this, let that only be me. The others don't deserve this."

Someone else wanted to interject, but his sharp glare was all it took to quickly shoot them down.

"While yes, you did need the check-up if you wanted to remain here, which is something we all wanted before you think anything else, your recent injuries were urgent. We did have our theories after you didn't really look to be in pain, but they were confirmed after the visit. You have a dangerously high tolerance for drugs and pain, so you must not’ve noticed the extent of your injuries, but please, believe us when we say they were severe. You became almost blind to your left eye, for the sake of-! Sigh But this still doesn't justify what we-, I did. I apologise, from the bottom of my heart."

I could only stare at his bowing form, the others following in suit. Something tightly constricted in my chest, something that started at the beginning of his speech. What it was, I had no clue.

A shaky breath left my form, my fists clenched and gaze dropping.

"It hurt."

The silence was deafening.

"I thought… I thought I could start to trust you. That I- was safe here… Why? It hurt so much." - as if the constricting band snapped in half, my chest became lighter and I just stood there as tears slowly cascaded down my face, hands uselessly hovering mid-air.

Nobody came near me, my body both happy and sad about it, a part of me already used to their warmth and comforting touches. It tore a violent sob out of my chest.

I was so tired of all this.

Of not being normal, not being able to enjoy someone's presence or touches. I wanted to be normal again! Not this, this freak!

"Oh baby… You're not a freak."

My sobs froze into my chest as I looked up through my tears, not even realising I spoke out loud.

"Yes, you’re not like the others, but only because you’re hurt. And hurt can be healed and fixed, even if it takes a long time. Maybe not fully, sure, but you can become better with time and care."

The voice of the wolf was soothing, like cold water on a hot summer day.

"But we can only help you if you let us."

The gaze of the little herbivore was equally warm.

"Please, Bae Hyung, let us help you."

The young feline's voice was broken, but it held so much strength it shook my soul.

And while the last member only nodded along and spoke nothing, his body posture and gaze sang poems, all with the same goal.

It was as if something I had been hauling around for long years got lighter, the weight not impossible to bear anymore. I could clearly hear my walls crumble, the ones I had put up after that day for my own protection. Fresh tears sprang into my eyes, lips trembling.

"Promise? N-no more?"

Even though my broken question couldn't have been any more vague, they all firmly responded, swearing to not let such a thing happen again.

And while yes, I did not forgive them at that moment, I knew it would only take time.

-.-.-

And time it took.

While I did leave my room occasionally, it only happened every few days and for a short time. My body involuntarily shuddered from their close proximity, afraid they would hold me down again and--

I shook my head, the thought bristling my skin, making my hair stand on end.

No, I refused to think about that. Instead, I focused on the scent of the sunlit forest, filled with tropical fruit. A meadow hidden between the tall giants, filled to the brim with mellow flowers, their sweet nectar luring all kinds of beings closer.

Taking a deep breath, the scent filled my lungs and lingered there, as if my organ clinged to it desperately.

A cheerful greeting broke me out of my trance, the source busy in the kitchen turning the place upside down amidst its mission to find snacks.

I didn't even notice I was walking down the hallway, let alone down the stairs, following the strengthening scent of a sweltering, bountiful forest.

Blinking, I nodded back at him, my eyes following his shorter form. Reaching up for a cabinet, his muscles tensed and yet, a pout sat on his lips as he just couldn't quite reach the prize he sought after so desperately.

Calmly striding over, I took the crinkly bag from the upper shelf, the packet having been safely tucked into the corner. After inspecting the bag for a brief second -they were some kind of chips-, I turned around and placed it into his hands, his form strangely frozen and big doe eyes innocently blinking up at me.

But before my head could tilt in confusion, he beamed up at me gratefully, bounding over to the sofa, beckoning me to follow after having fallen into its soft cushions.

A fond sigh left my nose, but I complied to his wishes nonetheless. Soon enough, our separate forms were watching some kind of romance story again -that was all we ever watched-, his arm that held the bag frequently stretched out towards me. A silent offering of food, one I gratefully accepted.

Changbin felt like fire. His presence hot, attention demanding, yet it was always tamed around me. He was a bundle of untamed flames whenever they thought I wasn't around, and still, the inferno was pleasantly warm and grounding. Safe. Like a lit bonfire on a cold winter night.

And I was but a cold, starved animal, undeniably drawn in by its light, yet also afraid of being burnt. Thus, I could only watch from afar, basking in the small wisps of fire that reached my form as the others huddled around it, hungrily devouring its unending heat.

And maybe, maybe I would be able to get closer one day too.

-.-.-

Quietly slinking down the stairs, I looked towards the kitchen where Minho resided, his back turned towards me as he was busy making food.

I purposefully stepped towards the side so he could catch my form in the corner of his eye, not wanting to startle him. My plan worked as he glanced at me while muttering out a short greeting, eyes quickly focusing back on the pot sizzling under the heat.

Taking a deeper breath, its aroma filled my nose, pleasantly tickling my mind and hungry stomach.

As if led by the scent, I walked closer, curious form now dangerously close to his cooking one. I could easily see over his shoulders, my eyes drinking in every move he made, hands gracefully working the pan and the food residing in it.

It was quite mesmerising.

Throughout it all, he never once ushered me away or uttered a word.

Minho felt like the tall grass in an unending meadow. Always there, calmly swaying in the gentle breeze. He didn't speak a lot compared to the others, instead he let his actions do the talking. His occasional words were sometimes harsh, sure, but his actions were always gentle. He was a pillar you could lean on, should you need it.

It was reassuring.

Minho was reassuring.

-.-.-

The wolf was weird. Weird in the way that he tried to hide things, certain feelings behind smiles. His broad shoulders always tense in a way, as if carrying the weight of the world.

But I could smell it, his pain and exhaustion oozing into his scent, the forest ageing and weeping in return. It unpleasantly twisted my nose, causing my brows to furrow as well.

There were times where he only smelled like sunshine, the trees blooming in happiness as a gentle breeze ruffled their canopy. His face reflected his mood, lips breaking out in a face-splitting smile, dimples on show and gaze glinting.

But at other times his smile didn't quite reach his eyes, the dark orbs seemingly drowning. In what, I did not know.

Compared to Chan's safe, yet chipped presence, the little snow leopard was the exact opposite. The boy wore his heart on his sleeves, his mood usually bright.

Felix was like the burning sun, a star so bright it felt painful to get closer. His presence alone eased the atmosphere, his affectionate touches and hugs making everyone melt in his arms.

When he was sad, he didn't hide it and instead sought comfort from someone. But just like how clouds never stayed in front of the sun to obstruct it forever, he always bounced back into his cheery self.

Felix was my sunshine, the light in the unending darkness. Chan was my guiding path, leading me away from my past.

I could only fondly gaze at their focused faces as we sat in front of the TV, the artificial light creating shadows on their faces, highlighting every imperfection. Yet I found all of them perfect, my arms folded on the back of the sofa, head laying on top of it to observe them better.

I wanted to carve that moment, them into my memory, into my heart. Desperately wanting my soul to remember every single one of them and their features.

That was when I had suddenly realised, my anger towards them had vanished, just like the cold, white veil over the world.

-.-.-.-

Waking up under the bed in my den early in the day was nothing out of the ordinary. The empty feeling in my gut was, however. I furrowed my brows together, lips setting into a line.

What was this feeling?

It ate away at my very being, as if it was missing something. But I had everything I had gotten over the past months, except maybe a few snacks that had gone missing.

Blindly searching around, I grasped at the 'blanket' and brought it to my chest, hugging it tightly. The motion did little to fill the gaping hole in my chest.

Looking back at it, the feeling was familiar and not at all new. It just wasn't this bad before, or if it was, I did not notice it.

Huffing in frustration, I crawled out and begrudgingly got ready to start the day, even though it clearly wasn't ready to do so itself. The sun wasn't even up, its rays barely peeking over the horizon. I shielded my eyes from it and instead went out of the room quietly.

The house was silent, bathed in dancing shadows. A quick inhale told me all I needed to know, the scent of the human still strongly lingering in the air, meaning they were still in the house. Already knowing they lived on the same floor as me, I quickly made my way down the stairs, steps muted and calculated. I had learned which parts of the wood creaked a long time ago, the motion now automatic for my body.

Not wanting to meet the human by staying at the sofa, I turned towards the hallways hidden by the stairs.

My body automatically led me to a door and stopped in front of it.

Gaze sweeping over the floor, I hesitated. They were probably still sleeping. I didn't want to be a bother, especially since I didn't even know what to say to them. Something along the lines of 'Hey, sorry, I just feel empty and weird inside, can you help?' maybe? Not a chance, nope.

"Hyung?"

My body startled, head whipping towards the side to meet Changbin and his curious gaze on my form, cute, little, round ears twitching in curiosity. I lowered my own ears, embarrassed, not knowing what to say.

Instead of the familiar question of 'Is everything alright?', he just walked towards me -oh he had lighter clothes on, he was probably on his way to train- and knocked on the door.

Right in front of my frozen face.

Before I could even voice my worry and confusion, he left my panicked form with two hefty pats on my shoulder and a wink. I stepped towards him, mouth open, arms ready to grasp at him–

"Hyung?"

Ah shit.

I immediately closed my mouth, arms falling limply back to my sides as I didn't know how to face the younger. I rubbed at my nape nervously -a habit i had picked up from the wolf accidentally-, looking at the ground. The sweet scent in the air calmed me slightly, just enough to stop me from bolting away in embarrassment.

"What are you doing up so early?" - Felix asked as he rubbed at one of his eyes, voice hoarse and filled with slumber.

"...couldn't sleep."

A soft 'oh' left his mouth, the soft rustling of socks against wood filling the air.

Turning around I saw he had stepped aside, silently inviting me into his room. I felt the other hybrid sooner than I saw him, Chan's form laying on the bed peacefully, still deeply asleep.

I quietly stepped in, the door closing with a soft click behind me. My eyes struggled to adjust to the sudden darkness as I blinked several times, the shuffling form of the young boy soon clear in the room.

He went back to bed and looked at me, a silent question sitting in his gaze. I shook my head, opting to instead sit in his squishy chair that sat on the ground in a corner.

No other word was uttered, but the silence was comfortable. Like a soft fabric of comfort as it lulled us back to sleep -oh, just like a blanket, i get it now-.

I stared at the dark ceiling for a while, the soft snores of the others filling my ears. Soon enough my eyelids felt heavy, consciousness drifting away into the land of dreams and peace. The empty feeling settled down a bit, its presence now only at the back of my mind.

-.-

Soft murmurs woke me up, the room feeling warm and comforting. The scent of a pine forest mixed with sugar wafted in the air; it curled around me like a comforting presence, bringing a small smile to my lips.

The murmurs stopped and I stretched out, head popping up from the squishy chair to look at the two males on the bed.

Chan had a phone in his lowering hand with a smile plastered onto his face, while Felix just giggled, waving at me.

"Good morning baby. How was your sleep?" - the wolf's pleasant voice asked, deeper than usual as sleep still clung to it slightly.

I only nodded back, hand still rubbing the sleep from my eyes with little success.

"I still can't believe how you can just fit on that bean bag like that. And you even looked like you had the best sleep in the whole house!" - laughed out Felix as my cheeks felt a tad bit hotter at his comment. "I think it's cute, but do come sit with us, it's comfier up here." - Chan cooed, hand patting the blanket near him.

My lips pursed, ears tilting slightly behind, but I complied and sat at the end of the bed, gaze not meeting their forms as my cheeks still felt warm.

"How’s your arm, baby?"

I looked at the limb in question, the cast weighing it down. My lips turned down at the mere thought of it. I found the thing incredibly annoying and frustrating. I couldn't do things freely as it sat heavily there and I couldn't even enjoy baths anymore like how I used to -fully submerged in water-. This stupid thing was driving me nuts.

"Irritating. When can it be free?" - my husky voice answered, slightly better sounding from the little talking I had done lately.

"Ah, the doc did say it should be checked on again soon." "Yep, today to be exact."

My eyes widened as I whipped my head towards Chan, form tensing. Before I could do anything more, he held up his hands and explained in panic.

"No, no, don't worry, it will be different. He will only come in a few hours and you can choose to take some calming medicine or not. The choice is up to you entirely. The doc only needs to check how you are healing and if everything's good, he might even be able to take your cast off."

Looking into their eyes, I could only see sincerity. My form relaxed a bit, mind running around with choices.

I really didn't want to meet a human, but the chance to get this thing off was too great to ignore.

Fuck.

Sighing, I slowly nodded.

Their expressions eased up at that, the little leopard hovering his hand above mine. I didn't move away, the void in my chest happy as the feline gently grasped onto my limb.

The atmosphere settled back into its previous serene self, the two hybrids chatting calmly with each other. I had to give credit to them, they tried their best to get me involved as well so I gave them short answers, my hurting throat letting me do only so much.

As I watched them animatedly speak I caught a whiff of a savoury scent in the air, my stomach gently gurgling in response. The two chuckled at that, but I cared not as I stood up and waited for them by the door.

"Yes yes, we’re coming." - said the wolf, his tone light and teasing.

The leopard bundled up next to me energetically, his spotted tail playfully curling around in place as we waited for the older canine.

Finally gathered together, I opened the door and hastily walked into the big room from the hallway, Minho's back facing us.

The others greeted each other loudly and sat at the table to chat, all the while I made my way to the cooking cat, hovering behind his busy form like usual.

I could hear the others whisper about us, about me, things like 'He looks so cute, like a lost puppy following its parent.', but it didn't bother me at the moment. I was too busy watching Minho work his magic, the air smelling delicious.

His hands worked precisely with the knife, ingredients cut perfectly into the shapes he desired. The pans and pots were filled up and moved over the fire, then quickly pulled off once their contents were ready and done. He danced around the kitchen with scary efficiency, hands knowing exactly where to reach for certain ingredients or equipment.

Being done, he plated the food and asked me to help bring them over to the table, so I did. I must have been too absorbed in watching the chestnut-haired feline work, because Changbin was already back at the table in a fresh set of clothes, the air around him smelling clean with a hint of menthol. I quickly greeted him with an apology as well, but he just shrugged it aside calmly, saying it was fine.

Leaving it at that, I put the plates down and sat in my place, the colourful presence of the medicines not escaping my gaze. They sat there beside my glass of water clearly, forms not hidden at all.

I really did have the choice.

My working hand clenched around itself, my jaw firm. While the medicine did remind me of the past, it also did not. The ones they used were plain, usually white or worse, in the form of an injection. These ones were yellow and red, colours blaringly loud and playful in a way.

Turning my gaze towards the warm food, I forced my body to relax a bit, wanting to focus on eating as I rethought my choices and decision.

My ears turned towards whoever was speaking -more like shouting and bickering- as I ate , a silent participant of the conversation. I was much more comfortable just seeing them fool around, stealing each other's food -never mine though, how strange- and laughing around like fools.

Happy fools.

The chopsticks gently clanked against the plate as I finished eating. My hands played with the pills before quickly popping them into my mouth, forcing them down with some water.

The effect wasn't immediate at all, no, that was instead the silence as the others stared at me. I just raised an eyebrow at that, not understanding, since they were the ones who put them there.

"Ooh, this will be interesting." - Minho said with a smirk crawling onto his lips, hand already equipping his phone. "No!" - I shouted, reaching over but missing as he moved the object away way too quickly.

I quickly stood up to reach his hand better, but the walls were already moving and my balance was shifting rapidly. I held my head, groaning, the eye I didn't cover up shifting as the world around me moved and writhed.

I quickly sat back down, a curse leaving my lips as I just laid my forehead on the table, covering my head up with my arms.

"Hyung, you're fine. Don't hide." - sang the deep voice of Felix. I merely tightened my hold, not trusting what came out of my mouth as my head started filling up with cotton, judgement already starting to leave my form.

"Felix, you know well enough that's a lie." - snickered Minho at my expense. "Yes, but come on mate! Don't be such a meanie!" "Oh I’m not. I would be, if I put these videos up onto the internet. Now that I say it, that’s a good idea." "Guys, calm down. Nobody puts anything anywhere. Sigh I worded that wrong…"

Amidst the chaos, I looked up and searched for the only quiet person, asking him for help with the last of my coherent thoughts. "Don't look at me, I quite enjoyed how you praised my biceps last time." That was his only answer with a big grin, cheeks splitting apart from the bright smile that sat upon his face. What a menace.

I let my head fall back against the table, the cutlery clanking loudly against each other and partly masking the groan that left my lips. The pressure it brought to my skull did little to help with the ache and numbness.

There it was, the fog over my brain, the disgustingly good mood taking control over the place against my wishes.

I looked up from the table, chin propped up on it as my eyes followed the swirling patterns in the room, various shapes drawing out in them with every passing second. Someone ruffled my hair, the action earning a delighted sound from my throat, tail swaying happily behind me.

Looking around after taking a deep breath that drew a small smile on my face, I saw the others standing up and leaving towards the sofa. Not wanting to be left out, I followed them, falling onto Binnie who laid on the plush surface. He laughed and wiggled around until he found a comfortable enough position with me laying on top of his much smaller form.

Our legs were picked up and placed onto Minho's lap, while Chan and Felix sat on his other side, all snuggled up. I could feel a tickling sensation on my foot, causing me to wiggle around and whine. The perpetrator -Chan, of course it was him- only giggled, not leaving my poor feet alone for a good minute or so. Felix joined in at some point, that little weasel.

After having recovered from the impromptu tickle session, I relaxed back into a comfortable position -to my defence, Binnie was surprisingly comfortable-. My tail laxly laid on the chocolate-coated feline's knees, twitching as he put a hand on the back of my knee. I thought nothing of it and buried my head into Binnie's chest, the position dangerously pleasant.

Lino's hand kept moving upwards throughout the movie, now resting on my thigh. I flicked up my tail in warning, his hand stopping in place.

A blaring sound rang throughout the house, one I was vaguely familiar with.

Sniffing the air, I picked up a human's scent and my fogged up mind reminded me that the doctor had arrived at last. I completely forgot about it in the euphoria of the moment.

Feeling the hybrid shifting around under me, I tightened my hold, not wanting to get up just yet. Or at all, really.

"Bae hyung, you have to get up. The doctor's here." "Well he can check me over like this."

Laughter filled the place as Binnie sputtered, but settled back down nonetheless. Pink dusted his cheeks, round little ears lowered in embarrassment and I couldn’t help myself, I just had to reach up and pet one of them. Just for a little bit.

Sure enough, the doctor didn't put up a fight when he saw my hold on the buff male. He checked as much as he could of my injuries, my shirt pushed up to my neck as he prodded around on my back. I only felt numb pulling sometimes, something cool spreading around my skin, the air not hitting it anymore as something was placed on top of it at several places.

But then the human asked me to sit up and my serene mood was broken, Binnie's hand stopping from painting soft circles into my arm. I simply turned my head away, not willing to change positions.

"Baby, come here."

At that soothing voice I looked up, seeing Channie pat the place next to him on the sofa. I sat up after a few seconds, sitting where he wanted me to and leaning into him.

The doctor followed my form and first looked at my head. It was uncomfortable to have him so near me, to have him push my hair away slightly. Doing something similar to what he did to my back, he then asked me to open my mouth. I furrowed my brows, but complied anyway.

If him prodding around my head was uncomfortable, this was straight up hell. He looked down my throat and even touched around my neck, checking my reactions. The only reason I stayed put with a frown was because of Channie and Felix with their small, encouraging gestures.

"Keep up what you've been doing so far, his throat is looking a bit better. Given time, it can completely recover." - the human said, earning a few 'Okay's from the others.

Then the human took my heavy arm in his hands, asking questions like 'Does it hurt?' or 'Is it uncomfortable?'. I shook my head in answer, the thing on it only annoying and binding.

In the next second the wolf led my head into his neck, careful fingers carding through my hair, as my sight was obstructed now. The notion was sudden, but I relished in it nonetheless.

A weird sound filled the air as I felt things shift around my arm, but I was too comfortable to move or care. His scent filled my being and I could feel my form running around in the moss covered trees, dirt kicking up beneath my paws. It felt freeing, as if I had nothing to worry about.

"There, his arm is completely healed and as good as new. But to be safe, make sure he doesn't use it as much for the next week." "Thank you doctor, we will make sure to do so." - his voice hummed through his throat pleasantly in response. "Don't be so uptight boys, I don't bite. You can be casual around me if you want to, you already know that." - the human joked around, some of the others joining in.

"Ah, but we do need to do what we talked about last time. Could you…?"

The human trailed off and so did the soothing motion from the wolf. I lifted my head up from his shoulder, confusedly looking at him with my swimming vision.

"Ah, don't worry baby, everything is fine. Why don't you sit in my lap, that way you don't have to twist your torso around so uncomfortably."

He did have a point, so my fogged up, elated mind happily agreed and did as he asked. I crawled into his awaiting embrace, body sideways, one leg propped up and squished between our bodies. My back hunched and bent so I could rest my head near his neck once again, but even with all of that, it was comfortable.

Safe.

One of his hands held my back firmly, the other resuming the soothing motion on my head. I was vaguely aware of my tail happily wagging around, the others settling down around us as well.

I buried my head deeper into his neck, their scents dancing around in my nose and enhancing my drugged up state.

I felt one of my sleeves shift, a prickling sensation on my skin. Something poked around in my mind, telling me it was awfully familiar, but I didn't know why, the fog too obstructing. Nonetheless, I wanted to check it out but as my head shifted, so did Channie's hold on me.

It tightened slightly, desperately, the forest now damp and in disarray.

I didn't like that at all, so I laid back down as I ignored the second sting on my arm, the forest’s scent settling down slowly.

It took around 6 stings and for my tail to stop swaying for the doctor to finish.

"Alright boys, I will come back in a month to finish this up and check if his back and head is still healing fine. So far he’s healing up incredibly fast and nothing seems wrong, so don't worry. If something comes up, you know how to reach me."

They all thanked him and exchanged goodbyes, everyone escorting the human away except Channie, as I was still laying in his hold calmly.

My body felt a bit sluggish, consciousness trying to dip away as I had to jank it back forcefully, not wishing to sleep just yet. Although my cosy position was not helping with that sudden exhaustion either, the safe feeling almost lulling me to sleep in itself.

"Is he asleep?" "Naur, but soon enough. The medicines must’ve really tired him out." "He seemed tired already this morning, he really needs this rest." "Ah, is that why you knocked on our door for him this morning, Binnie?" "Yeah, caught him standing there for like 3 minutes straight, staring at your door. He looked like a small kid that had a nightmare." "Wait, you guys had a sleepover and I was not invited?" "Oh come on Minho, don't do this now. Besides, you dislike them and always complain about being kicked or having your blanket stolen." "Because it's true! How would you like to wake up cold, kicked to the ground, hm?" "Oh you fucki–" "Hey, language!" "Watch your profanity!" "Oh you got the swear police on your ass now, Lixie~" "I swear to god, Minho, I will get you back for this!"

Their arguing mixed with Channie's reverberating chest pushed me over the edge, my mind plunging into darkness at last.

-.-.-

The next few days ran by as I refused to acknowledge what had happened or what I could have done while drugged out of my mind. I did notice my hand was free at least, so maybe it was all worth it. Although everyone kept a closer eye on me, not letting me use my freed up hand much. Or at all, really.

It was stifling.

But it was also weird. Foreign. I was alone for so long, I had forgotten what it felt like to have people beside you. People who cared about you. So as frustrating as it was, I only sighed deeply and followed their wishes.

Besides, the wolf was the one who had been watching me the closest, and I did not want to anger him. The thought alone made me break out in cold sweat.

A bundle of joy broke me out of my thoughts, the little leopard stopping directly in front of me.

"Hyung, do you want to play this new game I got? Everyone else declined, only giving me lame excuses."

Awh, he pouted.

I simply nodded with a small smile, letting his overjoyed self lead me out by my 'good' hand.

"Lix, he can't really use his hand, mate!" - Chan shouted from the kitchen. "No worries, it's a wii game, it can be played with only one hand!" - shouted back the blonde, my ears hurting from the loud voice. "Ah, sorry, I forgot." - he immediately whispered to me, guilt taking over his features.

I simply shook my head, grating out an 'It's fine.' in the process.

Soon enough I found myself in his room -he always shared it with someone, but so did the others, i noticed, as they often slept in a big pile of limbs all together-, instructed to sit on his bed while he got this 'game' thing set up. I had no clue what it was, but he looked so happy about it I just couldn't say no to him.

He plopped down next to me, a thing similar to the remote sat in his hands, eyes facing towards the TV in his room. Looking at it, the colours stopped shifting and some music started playing.

Lixie turned towards me, the smile on his face seemingly endless as he started pointing out the different parts of this remote. What 'button' did what and so on. I nodded along, trying my best to remember the onslaught of information.

Then, he pressed START and the 'game' began.

-.-

"Nooooooo, how’s this possible?? You just learned what a video game is 3 hours ago and you already beat me 11 times in a row! Hyung, you're cheating!" - the boy pouted, absolutely losing his mind over the situation. "... Sorry?" "That just makes it even worse, you didn't even do it on purpose! Aaagh, damn it!"

The cute leopard held his hair in frustration, angry little noises leaving his smaller form. His spotted tail was lashing out, but still playful to indicate his hidden mood.

He was adorable, I wanted to hug him.

My form froze, muscles tense.

What did I just think about?

Looking back at the young boy's form, the same urge bubbled up now tenfold.

I gulped.

It would be fine.

He was not them, nor him.

He was just Lixie, my sunshine and comforting light.

Yes, it would be fine. I… would be fine.

My shaking hands slowly rose, snaking their way towards the boy sitting slightly in front of me. They grabbed onto his thin -way too thin- waist and slowly dragged him into my chest, arms locking him in place gently. His sputtering and shouting died midway, form utterly tense and frozen.

Maybe he didn't like it.

I panicked, arms quickly unwinding, but before I could fully detach myself, he laid back into me with all his weight, quiet little purrs reverberating in his chest. His tail coiled around one of my legs, a silent disagreement against my doubts.

It was fine.

I was fine.

So, I carefully tightened my hold on him with slightly shaking arms, one of them finding its way into his golden locks, numbly playing with them as a distraction. God, they were incredibly smooth and silky, my fingers sailing through them easily. The purrs only strengthened, the notion calming and reassuring, filling up the void residing in my chest rapidly at last.

We just laid there even as the feline's breathing slowed, soft snores breaking his neverending purring. Even as my eyelids felt heavy and my body laid against the upper part of the bed, I fought fruitlessly against sleep.

I wanted to enjoy the moment just a bit longer.

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pupphe-additions · 2 months

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✴Jamie's Relationship With BTS✴

Jamie x RM

Quote: “We cannot become what we want by remaining what we are.” Dynamic: Fatherly Love

RM’s contact in Jamie’s phone is “Father Joonie”

Jamie says that RM is very protective of him and he’s always babied him.

Jamie says that RM is like Ametrine, which is a crystal that’s a combination of both amethyst and citrine. The younger idol has hand made RM a necklace with the gem but hasn’t gotten around to gifting it to him yet.

Jamie says that they are both really clumsy and when they are together it’s a mess.

Jamie finds RM to be really goofy but admits they aren’t close.

Jamie says that RM gives him a lot of advice and that RM keeps his head on his shoulders.

Jamie admits that sometimes he will send RM memes when he doesn’t know what to say to the older idol.

RM was the first idol that Jamie ever met even before becoming a trainee.

Jamie admits that RM is a big reason why he auditioned to an agency to begin with, he finds RM to be very cool.

Jamie likes to make RM gifts but he’s always too afraid to give them to him so he just has a little box full of handmade goodies to eventually give the older idol.

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Jamie x Jin

Quote: “The most beautiful thing you can wear is confidence.” Dynamic: Motherly Love

Jin’s contact in Jamie’s phone is “Mother Jinnie”

Jin is known to scold Jamie if he is late for anything and he finds out.

Jamie says that sometimes Jin feels more like a mother figure than a father figure.

Jin and Jamie have eaten together a few times and Jin always makes sure that Jamie eats as much as he wants.

Jin has offered to help Jamie become a better actor.

Jamie says that Jin is like Golden Calcite and he has made the idol a bracelet using the stone, Jin wears it often.

Jamie has given Jin an alpaca plush and in return Jin has given Jamie a racoon plush.

Jamie and Jin send each other food pictures most of the time when they talk to show each other what they are eating that day.

They share dad jokes with one another and always laugh over them.

Jin always treats Jamie with kindness and he sort of took Jamie under his wing when he joined Hybe.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Jamie x Suga

Quote: “I can do anything I set my mind to” Dynamic: Golden Retriever X Black Cat

Suga’s contact in Jamie’s phone is “Agust Kitty”

Jamie said that when he first met Suga he almost cried because he’s always looked up to Suga as a role model.

Jamie says he wants to be a great producer like Suga one day.

Suga shows extreme gentleness and kindness toward Jamie, and Suga has said he sees a bit of himself in Jamie.

Jamie says he’d really like to do a song with Suga in the future and he would love to work with Suga on a big project if he could.

Jamie says that Suga is like Fluorite and has gifted Suga multiple pieces of Fluorite like a handmade necklace and a handmade bracelet as well that matches it.

Suga enjoys when Jamie sends him pictures of his cats so Jamie does that often. In fact most of their messages are just the two of them sending pictures back and forth.

Suga is extremely protective of Jamie and constantly checks up on the younger idol even though they aren’t the closest.

Suga teases Jamie sometimes because of how shy Jamie is around him, he finds it cute and endearing.

Jamie says that Suga is one of his biggest inspirations as an artist and it’s an honor to know him.

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Jamie x J-Hope

Quote: “When you focus on the good, the good gets better.” Dynamic: Sunshine Duo

J-Hope’s contact in Jamie’s phone is “Sunshine Hobi”

Jamie and J-Hope are both sunshines and always make each other smile and laugh.

J-Hope says that he has a big soft spot in his heart for Jamie and that he wants to get to know him better.

Jamie says that J-Hope is like Green Jade and he hasn’t gifted him any yet but would like to, he just hasn’t had the chance to yet.

Jamie says that he wants to dance with J-Hope on a stage if he can as he feels he could learn a lot from him.

Jamie says that when he first met J-Hope he was extremely anxious and afraid of what the older idol would think of him and was on his best behavior.

Jamie finds J-Hope very charming and outgoing but he gets nervous around him for some reason.

J-Hope and Jamie don’t talk a lot through messages so they aren’t that close, but both have said they’d like to be closer friends.

J-Hope says he sees a lot of potential in Jamie and hopes to see him thrive as an idol.

Jamie enjoys when J-Hope messages him first because it makes Jamie feel less awkward.

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Jamie x Jimin

Quote: “People cry, not because they’re weak. It’s because they’ve been strong for too long.” Dynamic: Golden Retriever x Calico Cat

Jimin’s contact in Jamie’s phone is “My Calico Cat”

Jamie loves watching Jimin perform and he finds Jimin’s dancing to be captivating.

Jamie thinks that Jimin is really beautiful inside and out and he’s always afraid to message him first.

Jamie says that Jimin is like Hematite and he’s given Jimin the stone and a handmade necklace with it as well. Jimin says it’s something he cherishes and he doesn’t really take it off often.

Jimin has a habit of asking if Jamie has eaten if he hasn’t Jimin urges him to eat when he can, Jamie also does the same to him.

Jamie has stated that Jimin likes to tease him a lot.

Jimin calls Jamie a puppy and says that he can be clingy when he feels scared or nervous.

Jamie and Jiimin don’t message each other a lot unless it’s in the group chat.

Jamie wants to learn to dance as beautifully as Jimin and will often push himself when it comes to dancing as he knows he can do better.

Jimin always listens to Jamie if he needs to rant or vent about anything.

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Jamie x V

Quote: “I like you because you’re weird like me.” Dynamic: Yapps, Yapps More

V’s contact in Jamie’s phone is “#1 Handsome Man”

Jamie says that V makes him flustered because he finds V to be very charming and handsome.

Jamie says that V is like Moss Agate and he’s made V a handmade necklace using Moss Agate that the older idol adores with his whole heart.

V gives Jamie advice when he can and has told the younger idol if he needs anything he can come to BTS for anything.

V is protective of Jamie and he says that he sees Jamie as a little brother and he wants to see him thrive.

V and Jamie tend to feed off of each other’s energies so they can get a bit wild when together.

Jamie likes to send V any cool photos he takes and see what the other idol will rate it out of ten.

Jamie sends any pictures of himself to the group chat before posting them to get their opinions.

V always checks up on Jamie to make sure he’s taking care of himself.

Jamie would like to work with V one day if he is allowed to.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Jamie x Jungkook

Quote: “You’re my favorite place to go to when my mind searches for peace.” Dynamic: Hidden Gem Friendship/Lowkey Besties

Jungkook’s contact in Jamie’s phone is “Best Kookie”

Jamie is closest to the maknae line as they are all in a group chat together created by Jungkook, out of all the members of BTS Jungkook is who Jamie is closest to.

Jungkook is extremely protective of Jamie and he has stood up for the younger idol a few times already.

Jamie and Jungkook play games together from time to time.

Jamie says that Jungkook is like Red Jasper and he has given the idol the stone twice. Jamie says he hasn’t made him any jewelry yet but he wants to make Jungkook a Red Jasper ring or bracelet when he has the chance to.

Jamie goes to Jungkook the most out of all the other BTS members for advice.

Jungkook checks up on Jamie often and will go out of his way to make sure he’s okay.

Jamie says that he talks to Jungkook the most and that if it wasn’t for Jungkook Jamie likely wouldn’t be close with any of BTS.

Jamie wants to rap on a song with Jungkook.

Jamie enjoys cracking jokes with Jungkook and Jungkook says he can see Jamie going far as an idol all he has to do is believe in himself.

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ferrethyun · 2 years

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"At-eez!" Episode 2

Pairing: Implied!OT8 x 9thMember!Male!Reader

Genre: mostly attempted comedy ft. a lil fluff

Warnings: nothin offensive. maybe the the sheer amount of dialogue- that should be offensive lmao

Word count: 800+ (Yes i know its short- i too am upset my brain couldn't come up with more)

So yeah- this was origianally a hongjoong x reader thing but i cant help myself so its a poly!teez thing now lmao

“Okay, now, Y/n you’re going to go over there to that seat and put on the headphones provided” The lady behind the camera prompted, hand gesturing to the chair that faced away from the group, “You shouldn’t be able to hear anything once you put the headphones on. Once you’re situated, give a thumbs up and we’ll get started with the interview.”

Before the filming for ‘At-eez’ began, the members were informed of a few predetermined filming days. This being one of them; one at a time, a member would separate off from the group and put on some noise-canceling headphones while the other members would be asked questions about that member.

The first member? Y/n.

Chosen by rock-paper-scissors, of course.

With the cameras rolling, Y/n gave a solid thumbs up from his seat and the interview began “Okay! So we’re going to go through some fan questions first. Atiny would like to know: Is there anyone that Y/n didn’t get along with during trainee years?” The question prompted a few hums from the idols in front of the camera as they tried to recall back to their trainee years.

“I don’t think there was ever a time Y/n-Hyung didn’t get along with any of us” Wooyoung spoke up, tilting his head in thought, “He’s always been able to get along with anyone and everyone.”

“He and Wooyoung definitely were the first two to get along though-“ Yunho chimed in, “The two of them were practically two peas in a pod from the beginning.” As the members shared their agreement with the two, a hand was raised at the back of the group.

“While Y/n gets along with all of us-“ Seonghwa began, catching everyone’s attention, “There was this one time where one of us, I can’t remember who, ate the last of his favourite snack and he refused to talk to them for the rest of the week. It was surprising to all of us how he could be so petty but nowadays it makes sense…”

“Ah- It was me that ate the last of his snacks…” Yunho spoke up again, a shy smile now on his face as he rubbed at the back of his neck, “I did apologise then but I’ll apologise again now. I’m sorry for eating the last of your snacks Y/n-ie”

The interviewer let out a small chuckle as she shifted through her cards before settling on one “Another atiny would like to know: Is there anything Y/n does without thinking?” she read out with a curious hum, “Ah they wanted to specify that they mean at the dorms and not in the public eye. A TMI of sorts-“

A hand immediately shot up “One thing he does is sleep in other people's beds without asking” San beamed, a small grin on his face as if he was proud of his answer. Hums of agreement were shared, some members nodding their heads too.

“Oh? If I may ask, who’s bed does he sleep in the most?”

“Definitely Hongjoong-hyungs-“ Wooyoung called out, face telling of what memory he was recalling, “Oh! and Jongho’s-“

“My bed! Y/n-Hyung has his own bed and he ends up choosing mine over it! When I’m in it too!” Jongho cried out in exasperation while cutting off Wooyoung, “He never sleeps in it when I’m not in it either-“

“In all fairness, Y/n-Hyung refuses to sleep alone.” Yeosang added, “It’s not surprising- Especially when you see how often our dear captain indulges him by letting Y/n-Hyung sleep in his bed most nights.”

“I don’t indulge him-“ Hongjoong began with a scoff, stopping when he saw all the member's eyes on him.

“Oh really?” Mingi finally spoke up, “You told me off for being too loud once because Y/n-Hyung was sleeping-“

“Maybe you were being too loud-“ Hongjoong responded with a pout

“I hadn’t even said anything!” Mingi complained, his voice coming out whining, “The look you gave me was so scary too!”

While the members continued to go back and forth between each other over their captain's overindulgence, Y/n continued to sit with his back to the group, blissfully unaware of the chaos that was unfolding behind him. Suddenly, there was a small tap on his shoulder; Y/n turned around to see the interviewer, who then motioned for him to take off his headphones and rejoin the group. Once sat, the interviewer spoke up again “Y/n, is there anything on your mind that you’d like to say to your members?”

“Hmmm… Well- I don’t know what you all discussed but I’m very happy that I’m here with you all and I hope that we get to stay as Ateez for a long time.” Y/n grinned, his head nodding with his words, “Also, Jeong Yunho, I will never forgive you for eating the last of my snacks back when we were trainees."

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jenskpopadditons · 9 months

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— PROFILE.

## GENERAL

birth name — jack chung

mandarin — 傑克·鐘 / 杰克·钟

korean name — jung jaemin

hangul — 정재민

sex/gender — male

birthday — december 25, 2000

zodiac sign — capricorn

birth place — melbourne, australia

ethnicity — chinese

nationality — australian-korean

languages — english, first language. korean, fluent. chinese, learning.

blood type — b

mbti type — esfj / consul

## SNS

instagram — @jackinstayville

## CLAIMS

face claim — the8, seventeen

voice claim — jisung, nct

## PHYSICAL

height — 5'11

weight — 143 lbs

## FAMILY

biological father — evan chung

biological mother — bella chung

biological brother — jordan chung, 1998

biological sister — jenna jung, 2005

pets — dog, loki

## CAREER

stage name — jack

company — jyp entertainment

training period — 6 years

group — stray kids

positions — main dancer, lead rapper, sub vocalist

years active — 2018 +

debut date — march 25, 2018

debut age — 17

dormmate — --

representative emoji: 🐯

representative animal: tiger

## ROMANCE

sexual orientation — bisexual

ideal type — son chaeyoung, twice

relationship status — single

NOTE.

he's here and im so excited for him! i hope other people will enjoy him too lol, i don't really have much planned but im still excited for him to finally be in existence <3

also another small thing, i plan to make jack and felix date in the past, but now jack is dating chaeryeong, but im undecided on whether his love interest should just be felix or chaeryeong.

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m00niesk7 · 2 years

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masterlist🐻

Jungwon: What's it like being tall?

Jungwon: Is it nice?

Jungwon: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?

Kiha: We live in constant fear of the short ones, who in my experience, will climb four chairs, two boxes, a small coffee table, and six oddly placed stools to get what they want.

Sunoo: It was one time!

#incorrect kpop quotes #enhypen #enhypen 8th member #jungwon #heeseung #jay #jake #sunghoon #sunoo #ni ki #enhypen au #enhypen oc #enhypen male member #enhypen male addition #kpop

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btshoseong · 4 months

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👣. !!: HOSEONG’S DATING HISTORY ‧₊˚

↺ 💌 ࣪ ˖ ∿ author’s note , @ jise3oul were always wild bitches from the beginning bro 🤡 anyways have fun with this! a new update after like a month :,)

⊂ MOON ✶ GA YOUNG ⊃

╭・ฅ🕸﹕year - 2O17 - 2O19 !

╰・ฅ🕸️ : status - exes !

HOSEONG MET GA YOUNG for the first time through Cha Eunwoo as he was a close friend and hyung figure of the Astro member. Ga young had come across Eunwoo during their time together at Sungkyunwan University in 2O16, but officially got to know Hoseong after Eunwoo had invited the both of them to Astro’s first concert in Seoul in 2O17. They really got talking during that time, even to a point that Eunwoo had to tease and pout at them when they were all gathered in the dressing room together for forgetting to acknowledge his existence :,)

HOSEONG AND GA YOUNG had become friends by that time and soon news of Ga young’s role in ‘Romeo & Juliet’ was announced online. Hoseong, who had a busy schedule, had no idea of this until Eunwoo reached out to tell him about it. He proceeded to send Ga young flowers with a note of support and good luck and later called her up with another good luck message (which was raided heavily by Taehyung and Hoseok who also congratulated the woman after Hoseong had mentioned her to them). Ga young found it very cute, appreciating the gesture and thanking him almost a little shyly.

THEIR INTERACTIONS WOULD go on like this for probably a few months where Ga young oftentimes returned the favour of support she got from Hoseong back to him during his comebacks with BTS. The calls would start with messages of support and before they know it, the both of them are up past late hours, smiling and giggling, with Hoseong trying to keep his voice down as Taehyung is fast asleep in the bed a few feet away from his own. He loved it—their talks. And weeks after that the duo would officially tie the knot as boyfriend and girlfriend!

THINGS WERE CLEARLY GOING great for a while. It was Hoseong’s first official relationship and he had been with this girl for just about two years before the toll of clashing schedules took effect. He had been fine with not seeing her regularly in the beginning, usually settling for facetime and text messages, but the longer they were together, the more Hoseong began to crave physical intimacy as a means to express his love.

IT WAS BECAUSE OF HIS OWN dissatisfaction as a partner that Hoseong had chosen to break up with Ga young because even before this, they had discussed potential breaks. He was on the path of passivity, sometimes just having no energy to want to talk to her and on other days feeling frustrated that they couldn’t work something out to be able to see each other more often. They broke up due to rather unfortunate circumstances, leaving Ga young feeling disheartened in a way that meant their relationship couldn’t be continued outside of the realm of romantic.

⊂ PARK ✶ JIMIN ⊃

╭・ฅ🕸﹕year - well… it’s a little complicated !

╰・ฅ🕸️ : status - first kiss (with a boy) , fuck buddies (previous) , dating (current & undisclosed to the public) !

HOSEONG AND JIMIN’S RELATIONSHIP started off quite simply. They were two ordinary boys under the same company, working together as rookies. Jimin was an… interesting character to Hoseong, to say the least. After all, Hoseong hadn’t always been the lovely little ball of sunshine that he is, especially not towards the beginning stages of Bangtan’s development and debut as he struggled tirelessly with problems ranging from homesickness and lack of sleep, to providing assistance for his family with rent and school supplies. Jimin, ever the attentive saint, was one of Hoseong’s pillars of happiness at this time.

JIMIN ADORED HOSEONG. IT WAS A KNOWN fact that would quickly make it onto the list of every ARMY’s introduction video under Jimin’s name.

“If you were a girl, who would you want to have a relationship with?” “Hoseong hyung.”

“If you had one day off, what would you want to do?” “If I had a day off, I would go on a date with Hoseong hyung. I’d keep him all to myself.”

“When you feel troubled, where would you want to go and with who?” “I want to fly across the world alone with Hoseong hyung.”

IT TOOK TIME FOR HOSEONG TO ADJUST to just how shameless and affectionate Jimin was with him—how important his little smiles were to Jimin when the younger touched him, tugged him along to places, or when they basked in each other’s silence with a fluttering heart that cooed at the companionship they provided each other so effortlessly.

AND THEN, IT WAS DURING THEIR DARK & Wild era that Hoseong kissed Jimin for the first time– kissed a boy for the first time. In the midst of teenage hormones and visions of a bright future with Bangtan, the two became entangled in between Hoseong’s bedsheets, getting carried away with their kisses that were verging on the path of something more before Hoseok had barged in on the duo, rooted in spot. Things did not go well after that—not because Hoseok was homophobic or anything, but because he was worried about what this could mean for the group so early on in their career, getting intimately involved with another member.

HIS WORRY GARNERED THE BOYS’ understanding. Of course, they were worried too, and so they plainly agreed that their kiss would be a onetime affair, but this had only lasted so long before their first hookup, which then turned into more hookups, until ultimately they chose to label themselves friends with benefits.

A LOT TOOK PLACE OVER THE YEARS with Jise3oul. They hooked up regularly until Hoseong got together with Ga young in 2O17, and only after their breakup did Jimin choose to make his move. The two got together sometime during 2O2O in the midst of the pandemic in South Korea, having spent a lot of time indoors in each other’s company.

⊂ JEON ✶ JEONGGUK ⊃

╭・ฅ🕸﹕year - 2O2O - present !

╰・ฅ🕸️ : status - dating (current & undisclosed to the public) !

FOR JEONGGUK, things were a whole whirlwind of confusing feelings from the very start. He knew he liked his Hoseong hyung because he was there for him, taking the initiative to make him comfortable and shield the maknae from any teasing done in negative light because Hoseong was aware of Jeongguk’s shy nature.

“Come on, my blushing bunny. I need some company for grocery shopping. You’ll be my knight, won’t you?”

IT WAS PRETTY far fetched, really. A knight? To someone twice the size of him? It was silly, but Hoseong’s personality thrived on silly energy. He made a lot of Jeongguk’s earlier days at the company bearable, filled with laughter he would never give up for anything else so how couldn’t he fall for his hyung? His hyung that was big and strong and cool and manly. Jeongguk looked up to him, actively seeked out his approval.

BUT THEN CAME Park Jimin, and things would begin to get even more confusing for an already confused boy who is still figuring out his sexuality. Jimin was sort of like a puzzle piece. He fit right in with Hoseong’s bright natured goodness; the two were very extroverted but Jimin would oftentimes flirt with the maknae too, calling him cute or caressing his hair. He was definitely very touchy, but Jeongguk had also believed it was all for a good laugh and some screen time points, especially since Jimin and Hoseong’s flirting with each other was almost off the charts crazy. It would make any interaction of him with either of them seem absolutely stale.

“Aish, where are they? Someone call Hoseong.”

DID HIS YEARNING begin then? During all of those times that Jeongguk would have to bear witness to the two members entering the Bighit building with disheveled clothes and heaving chests? He wasn’t exactly naive. He knew what his hyungs were getting up to whenever they arrived late to meetings together, but he kept quiet, knowing it was none of his business.

HE FOUND HIS SOLACE in Taehyung during this time, because like Jeongguk, this hyung too was feeling the effects of loneliness and yearning. The maknae line were a close knit group of friends, but with Jimin and Hoseong’s intimate entanglement, things sort of derailed for a while.

THINGS WOULD BEGIN to look up during a crucial mistake in Jeongguk’s life later on. In the midst of the pandemic, he had made a slightly foolish decision to go out drinking with some friends after being in a particularly low mood, getting so drunk that he had apparently vented his feelings out to both Jimin and Hoseong before passing out completely.

THE NEXT DAY, AFTER waking up from a raging headache, the maknae would open his phone to requests for a meet-up from the couple where they would finally talk things out clearly, concluding that Jeongguk would be a very welcome addition into Jimin and Hoseong’s relationship.

⊂ KIM ✶ TAEHYUNG ⊃

╭・ฅ🕸﹕year - 2O2O - present !

╰・ฅ🕸️ : status - dating (current & undisclosed to the public) !

WITH TAEHYUNG, he’s always been a person full of love to give to others.

INITIALLY, HIS feelings for Hoseong had probably surpassed both Jimin and Jeongguk’s infatuation, having found the male attractive upon their first encounter with each other when they were both up and coming trainees. He had a huge, huge crush on the older, but knowing the nature of what the idol industry requires and expects, Taehyung couldn’t exactly make any moves.

AT BEST, TAEHYUNG would simply be wholly clingy. He would quench his feelings of yearning with quality time, piggyback rides, hugs, kisses on the cheek and much more, but this was more to the detriment of his happiness than its benefit as Hoseong’s reciprocation of his gestures would spark hope of a potential connection that seared deeper than the average friendship. Hoseong’s lingering smiles, his mellow personality with Taehyung made the younger feel special, but it had apparently meant nothing of the same sort to Hoseong.

WHEN HE HEARD about the news with Hoseong and Jimin during their Dark & Wild era, he had gone into a state of despair. These were two very close friends of his—one of which he even had an ongoing crush on. Taehyung wasn’t sure what exactly it was that their relationship was to one another, but he knew they had something going on behind the scenes and that something was enough to dim his spark noticeably. That’s when Jeongguk had stepped in.

IN A WAY, THEY had sort of used each other as rebounds during Jise3oul’s ‘whore arc’. They knew what they were getting into—this entire setup was to drown out the pain of their unrequited love, but it just wasn’t enough for Taehyung to dabble into FWBs type situations. He needed a real connection and so he had sought out a blind date through some friends.

THE GIRL THEY had paired him up with was surprisingly a very great fit. She was able to make him forget, for a brief moment in time, that his heart belonged to another he could not have. This relationship had been a blossoming experience, but also one that had lead to realisations and heartbreak in the end. Nobody could fulfil that empty space in his life for long. She wasn’t the one.

IN 2O2O THOUGH, it would be Taehyung’s time. It was a momentous year for both him and Jeongguk after the mishaps of the pandemic, Jeongguk’s drunk ranting and their unrequited love being showered with more than they could have ever hoped for.

OF COURSE AS stated previously, it was Jeongguk who had been the catalyst for everything. He had been the one to send Hoseong and Jimin that lengthy wall of text hosting his feelings, and Taehyung had come to find out that the couple were happy to invite their maknae into the relationship and deem it polyamorous before Jeongguk had apparently brought up Taehyung during the conversation.

“You should’ve just told us sooner, you dummy.” Jimin had boinked him on his head after finding that out, and Taehyung had pouted as he rubbed the spot to soothe it.

“I didn’t know you’d be so open. You’re usually the possessive type!” He’d grumbled, receiving a kiss on the head from Hoseong which immediately melted away his complaints, shy and bubbly.

AND THIS IS how their relationship began.

💬 — HOSEONG’S TAGLIST.

@pandorasword , @ateezsora , @anqelws , @fairiepoems , @kaitieskidmore97 , @vizianary

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