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The Birthday Gift Ch.2

Pairing: Human!Hoseok x Human!Yoongi x Human!Reader, Snow Leopard Shifter!Jimin x Human!Reader

Featuring: German Shepherd Hybrid!Taehyung, Doberman Hybrid!Namjoon, Neighbor!Jungkook, (Jin to make an appearance later)

Genre: Hybrid AU, Fluff, Angust, Poly AU, eventual Smut, Producer!Yoongi, Scientist!Hoseok

Warnings for this Chapter: Mentions of abuse, Some adult language, Mentions of a poly relationship between M x M x F, Slight intoxication

Summary: “Hobi! What is he?” Yoongi repeats himself looking from me in the corner over to his boyfriend.

“He’s a shifter.” Hoseok mumbles, hand rising to scratch the back of his neck.

“I’m sorry. What?”

“He’s a shifter! Okay. I adopted our girlfriend a shifter for her birthday.”

Author’s Notes: Here is chapter two. I cannot guarantee I will always post updates so quickly but I’m feeling inspired to keep writing. I’m so grateful to all of you who read my first chapter. I honestly thought that maybe two or three people might like it, but didn’t imagine that several dozen of you would be interested in what I had to write. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

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Chapter Two: Baby Steps Word Count: 3.1K

Jimin couldn't believe the situation he was in now. It had only been 3 weeks ago that he had been training with an elite military team and now he was sitting in a brightly lit kitchen with food in front of him and the feeling that he had become a glorified house pet.

But he didn’t plan to stay that way forever.

No.

Jimin was bound and determined to go back to where he came from. To show Dr. Han, the man who was the closest thing he had to a father, that he was wrong. That Jimin was capable of being what Dr. Han had created him to be. That he was better even.

“Jimin” Dr.Han sighed.

He didn’t want to have to have this conversation with Jimin. Afterall he raised the boy himself. Jimin was his first successful experiment 25 years ago when a young woman no more than 22 had volunteered to take part in his unknown study. She was a terrified soon-to-be single mother and having nowhere else to turn, she had answered the ad that asked for expecting mothers to participate in a study that would promise a bright and grand future for their child. It was the only opportunity that she felt she was able to give to her unborn son, that he could perhaps someday be better off than she was now. When she first showed up to the facility, she thought about turning around but she felt the baby inside kick and thought it was a sign that she was meant to do this. But what she didn’t realize, was it would be steps toward losing him all together.

Dr. Han was so excited when that young woman had had a successful birth. Successful in that the baby was alive, unlike all the other cases before him. He remembers holding Jimin, how small and fragile he seemed; but then that tiny baby opened his eyes and the eyes of a leopard stared back at him. Dr. Han felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Hope. That all the failed attempts and long nights would be worth it. That he wouldn’t have to hear the jokes about the mad scientist and his questionable DNA alternating practices. Finally he would be successful and he would be the one to have the last laugh.

But now, 25 years later, he didn’t know if Jimin truly was the first success story for him and his research team afterall. The only other time Dr. Han can remember it being this bad with Jimin was when he was a child and couldn’t control his shifting. One moment a lab technician could be playing hide and seek with a bubbly cute kid then the next they’d be running in terror from a young snow leopard who didn’t know his own strength. But to have a shifter who couldn’t shift, what use was he at all?

“Jimin” he starts again, “Maybe we need to think about next steps with you.”

He could see the worried look in Jimin’s eyes, and just for a moment he looked like the little boy 15 years ago who’d cry before training. Who’d beg not to have to go into the training ring with the other kids, but if Jimin didn’t do as he was told. Didn’t fight as he had been taught, then he’d have to endure the “punishment.” Jimin didn’t want that either. Being enclosed into a tight windowless box for hours, and in some cases days, drove a fear so deep within him that Dr. Han knew he could use it to manipulate this boy into anything he wanted. Jimin could become one of the greatest trained military fighters if he pushed himself hard enough. And Dr. Han wasn’t sure why Jimin didn’t want to go into the training ring to begin with. Jimin may have been the smallest but he was by far the strongest of the shifter children in Dr. Han’s care. But now at 25 years old something had drastically changed, which is why he was standing in Dr. Han’s office now.

“I’m sure it’s just a fluke. Maybe I’m sick or maybe it’s just stress...or…”

Dr. Han held up his hand to quiet him. “Jimin. Son, if you can’t do the thing we need you to do then you’re of no use to us.”

The words hung in the air. The feeling of failure and desperation began to overtake Jimin.

“But where would I go? I don’t have anywhere. I don’t have ANYONE. Please.”

The “please” was almost silent. Barely a whisper. And if Dr. Han had had a heart to begin with then that would have been the moment it would have broken. The moment he would have reached out to Jimin and told him everything would be alright. That it could be fixed.

“They have adoption programs for retired hybrids here in the labs. I’m sure we could look into that for you.” Dr. Han said coldly. Brushing past Jimin to open his office door as though to say this conversation was over.

He could see the boy was going to cry. He was sure of it. And this only proved how unworthy Jimin was to be here. Dr. Han now found that he was somewhat grateful that JImin had lost his ability to shift. The boy's emotions were always getting in the way of things, and quite frankly who had the time for feelings.

“I’ll talk to Jung Hoseok about it over in the human medical research department in the morning. He’s always opening his home to poor unfortunate souls like yourself into that freak show family of his.”

I could read Jimin’s body language and tell that he’s uncomfortable with the presence of all of us. Especially since we haven’t given him much space since the events that had taken place a little over an hour ago.

“Maybe we should not overcrowd him so much.” I offer, moving from being in between the boys to walking to the opposite side of the kitchen island. As though the extra 5 feet of distance I have created between him and I will make him feel more comfortable.

“I need to head into the studio anyways.” Yoongi says as he excuses himself from this awkward situation. He leans over to kiss Hobi first before walking over to give me a kiss.

“Drive safe.” I call out as he exits out of the kitchen giving a wave in acknowledgement.

"I should probably head out too." Hobi says "I told the office I'd try to make it in sometime this weekend."

He gives me a hug without a kiss goodbye. Hoseok and I’s relationship isn’t very physically affectionate. In fact we have never been sexually intimate with each other. There was never really a discussion about it, it just sort of happened that way. And neither of us minded plus I secretly think that’s how Yoongi prefers it. He likes having me to himself and having Hoseok to himself. But I like having a deep bond with Hoseok without having to sleep with him. It makes us have to find intimacy in other forms which I honestly believe has made us stronger.

"You'll text me where you want to go tonight for your birthday right?" He asked.

“Of course.” I smile “But like Yoongi said earlier. It will be the same place it always is.”

“I’ll call the restaurant on my way in.” He gives me a wink. Then heads out the same door as Yoongi, leaving me alone with Jimin who is now pushing his food across his plate like a child who’s been told he can’t leave the dinner table until he has eaten all his broccoli.

“Jimin” I say to get his attention. He looks up at me with a small bit of red creeping into his cheeks as though he has been caught doing something wrong. I sigh because I didn’t mean to sound like I was scolding him. I almost feel as though he and I are starting to get off on the wrong foot.

“Jimin” I say again much sweeter. “I want to apologize if any of us are making you feel uncomfortable. I want you to feel like this is your home and that you can live here without any worries or fears…”

“I’m not afraid.” He says defensively cutting me off from what I was saying. “I’m perfectly fine. So you don’t need to worry about me.”

“Right…I mean you’re right.” Great now he thinks I’m babying him.

“You know what I have to get back to my work project anyways, so I’m going to head up stairs and you can watch TV or go outside if you want to…” He gives me a look that says he is fully capable of being on his own. “Again I’ll be upstairs and I’ll see you around.”

Fuck! What is my problem? I think as I climb up the stairs to the small bonus room we have that serves as both my office area and Yoongi’s paint studio. I sit down at my computer and move the mouse around to wake the monitors up.

I don’t know what happened between this morning when I helped Jimin up to now when I basically mothered the hell out of him, but I can’t stand not having a way to fix it. Hoseok and Yoongi have both mentioned that my need to try and make everything better all the time isn’t healthy, but I want everyone to be happy and I like making people feel happy. So maybe I can’t make Jimin comfortable now, but that doesn’t mean I can’t try.

I stretch after attempting to work for a few hours on this graphic design project for a client of mine. I’ve more or less changed the background color to different shades of blue for the past 30 minutes and decide that I need a break.

I wander down the hall to Namjoon’s room that he shares with Taehyung. I knock before opening the door and seeing him sitting on his bed reading a book. I clear my throat to get his attention. Namjoon glances down at his watch before looking back over to me. “Ah...is it procrastination time already?” He says with a smirk on his face.

I roll my eyes. “I am not procrastinating.”

“Oh! You finished the graphic design project for the Jeng Soon company then?”

“I needed a break.” I state as I watch Namjoon put his book down and get off his bed. He walks over to me and places a hand on either one of my shoulders. “I’m allowed to take breaks Joonie.” I protest.

“That may be true but Yoongi texted me earlier to make sure you stay concentrated on your work and not get distracted. Granted he thought you would be more distracted by our new addition.”

“You make it sound like we brought a baby home.” I counter. Annoyed that one of my boyfriends has asked our hybrid to babysit me.

“If you asked Taehyung, then that’s exactly how it feels.”

“Taehyung’s taking it really bad?” I ask, even though I guess I shouldn’t be that surprised. Tae suffers from abandonment issues and in the years he has been in our lives he’s always had anxiety that we might decide we no longer want him.

“I should probably go talk to him then.” I say but Namjoon tightens his grip on my shoulders to keep me in place before turning me around. “I’ll go talk to him.” He offers as he guides me back into the bonus room and gently but firmly puts me back into the chair in front of my desk. “Work on your project and I’ll check on you in a little bit.” Namjoon says before starting to head out of the room..

“Yes sir.” I mock a salute before I call back out to him. “Hey Joonie!”

He looks over his shoulder. “You’re a good boy.” I tell him watching his nub of a tail start to wag.

“You’re a monster.” He deadpans and finally leaves me to my work.

I stare at the screen once again. Maybe the background should be green.

My evening out with Yoongi and Hoseok was fun and exactly what I needed. It was just the three of us who went out and Yoongi made sure the champagne was flowing since he knew that I was feeling stressed from work and from the cold shoulder that Jimin seemed to be giving us.

When we finally made it home a little before midnight. I stumbled through the door trying to quietly find the light, but loudly being unsuccessful and falling down in the entryway. A hand reached out and flicked the switch to reveal a tired and not so happy looking Jimin.

“Hello.” I whispered to try and act like I didn’t wake up the whole house. Jimin doesn’t say a word before effortlessly picking me up off the floor and helping me to stand. Yoongi and Hobi entered behind me being just about as quiet as I had been only moments before.

“Jimin!” Hoseok shouts extending his arms out and engulfing Jimin into an unwanted hug. Jimin doesn’t hug him back but he also doesn’t push him away. He just endures the drunken affections of a man he’s only known for the past 48 hours. “Alright Hobi. Let’s let the man be.” Yoongi says pulling his boyfriend away.

“Let’s get you to bed. Shall we?” He wraps an arm around Hoseok’s waist to help walk him up the entryway stairs. “Goodnight Princess! Happy Birthday!” Yoongi calls over his shoulder as Hobi starts to slip out of his arms. “Woah there Hobi. How about we don’t take a trip to the hospital before the nights over?” He tells him before readjusting his hold on his adorable boyfriend.

As Jimin and I listen to my boyfriends noisily wandering down the hall upstairs into their room I can’t help but immediately feel the awkward tension between the two of us return the moment we are alone. “Well guess we should go to bed too.” I say stretching my arms above my head and yawning to demonstrate just how tired I am.

Jimin looks down at the floor contemplating saying something before quickly taking in a deep breath and looking me directly in the eyes again. For a moment I’m mesmerized by just how grey his eyes are, I suppose the only evidence to what he truly is. “Where should I sleep?” He asks.

Shit we didn’t set up a place for Jimin to sleep. “You can sleep with me!” I shout then see the look in his eyes. “Not like THAT.” I quickly realized how it sounded. “We didn’t get you for that. Not that we got you or own you or…” I take a minute to collect myself “I’m drunk.”

Jimin does something I haven’t seen him do yet and smiles at my very ungraceful speech I gave. “I don’t mind sleeping on the couch or the floor.” He offers.

“No. No.” I grab his hand and begin to climb the stairs. “My bed is big enough of the two for us. You won’t even notice I’m there.”

I walk us both into my room, or I guess our room now until we figure something out. “The bathroom is behind that door over there if you want to get ready.” I say turning my back to him and heading to my closet to change into my night clothes as I hear him walk in the opposite direction before I realize that the small black bag Jimin brought with him is probably still in the kitchen down stairs.

After changing and hearing the shower running, I head back downstairs to get him his bag. As I walk into the kitchen I look briefly outside the window to notice a figure sitting alone on the steps off the back porch and realize it’s Tae. I quietly step outside and make my way to sit next to him.

“I’m glad we don’t live in the city anymore,” Tae says as I take a seat and stare up into the sky like he is. With no streetlights to dim the night sky, you can see every star shine brightly. “It is very beautiful.” I agree as I reach over to take one of his hands in mine and squeeze it three times. He looks down at our hands and smiles faintly but I know it’s only in an effort to pretend to reassure me he’s fine, however, I’ve known Taehyung long enough to see otherwise.

“It’s pretty cold out here.” I tell him wrapping my other arm around myself. Tae let’s go of my hand and begins to take his jacket off before placing it over my shoulders. I start to protest but he stops me, “I’m a hybrid. We naturally run warm.”

We continue to sit in a comfortable silence for a moment longer as I lean my head onto his shoulder. “We love you. You know that?” I say out into the stillness of the night air.

“I know.” He pauses.

“You had a good Birthday, Y/N?” He asks, trying to change the subject.

“Yeah. It was really good.”

Taehyung looks down at me and nods. “I think we’re going to be alright.” He says as an affirmation that I know isn’t just for himself but for me too. We might all be experiencing growing pains in the next few months, but we’d make it.

We always do.

I say goodnight to Tae and hand him back his jacket before finally getting Jimin’s bag and heading back upstairs to my room at the exact moment that Jimin steps out of the bathroom with water still dripping off of him and a towel around his waist leaving a very exposed upper body. I’m slightly stunned by the sight in front of me and barely manage to get out. “I got you your bag.” Holding it up as proof to what I had been doing before now and still staring at his half naked self.

Jimin walks over to where I’m standing and takes the bag out of my hand. “Thanks” he gives a curt nod before heading back into the bathroom.

I shake my head to try and clear myself of the image of his toned torso as I climb into bed. Jimin comes back out a few minutes later wearing a baggy t-shirt and black sweatpants. He climbs into the other side and reaches for the lamp on the nightstand beside him. “Night.” Is all I hear before that side of the room falls into darkness. “Night.” I say back and turn my lamp off too.

I can hear Jimin’s breathing begin to slow as he falls asleep beside me, along with the pounding of my own heartbeat as I realize having Jimin in our lives is going to be nothing like having Namjoon and Taehyung. Because as for the two of them I’ve never been attracted to either one and from what I saw tonight I know i cannot say the same for the snow leopard shifter who sleeps beside me.

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feverdreamfantasies · 4 years

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The Birthday Gift

Pairing: Human!Hoseok x Human!Yoongi x Human!Reader, Snow Leopard Shifter!Jimin x Human!Reader

Featuring: German Shepherd Hybrid!Taehyung, Doberman Hybrid!Namjoon, Neighbor!Jungkook, (Jin to make an appearance later)

Genre: Hybrid AU, Fluff, Angst, Poly AU, eventual Smut, Producer!Yoongi, Scientist!Hoseok

Warnings: Brief mention of blood, Mention of Hybrid abuse, Some adult language, Mentions of a poly relationship between M x M x F

Summary: “Hobi! What is he?” Yoongi repeats himself looking from me in the corner over to his boyfriend.

“He’s a shifter.” Hoseok mumbles, hand rising to scratch the back of his neck.

“I’m sorry. What?”

“He’s a shifter! Okay. I adopted our girlfriend a shifter for her birthday.”

Author’s Notes: This was an idea I’ve had in my head for a little while and I thought I would go ahead and start writing it. Also since this is the first chapter there’s a lot of background information in this one but moving forward there will be less filler and hopefully more story line progression. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter One: The ultimate Birthday gift

Sometimes I wonder how I got here in my life.

After nearly 5 years of being with Yoongi, I thought I was prepared for anything, but standing here in our neighbor Jungkook’s living room watching his sweet arctic fox hybrid, Sooyun, turn into the vicious predator she truly is; I began to question the choices I’d made that lead me here.

Let me backup a little bit to how I came to witness the scene before me. I was quietly having breakfast earlier this morning when Hoseok made his way loudly down the staircase that led into the kitchen.

“Have you seen your boyfriend?” He asked with an emphasis on “your”, clearly perturbed with the man in question.

“What’s he done now that makes him ‘my’ boyfriend?” I say while taking a bite of my toast.

For all the time I have been in a relationship with Yoongi, Hoseok has been with him longer. The two met in their first year at university and began dating shortly there after. I came along about four years later, back when I was a shy, young intern for the music company Yoongi was—and is still— a big time producer for.

I had heard rumors when I first started there that he had a bit of a different romantic life than most. Everyone loved to whisper about the open relationship he and his boyfriend supposedly had. I tried not to listen to the rumors, but I couldn’t deny the big fat crush I had developed on Yoongi either. I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest every time he walked into the same room as me. And when he asked me out for drinks one day, all I could do was nod in response because I didn’t have the courage to give a verbal yes.

I was nervous and apprehensive about possibly going on a date with an already taken man. But my curiosity got the best of me and I showed up to the bar he had suggested. He was sweet and kind to me. Being patient with my quietness until I warmed up enough to be able to contribute to our conversation.

He was also very straightforward and honest with me.

“I know there are rumors about my personal life in the office.” He stated matter-of-factly, taking a sip of his jack and coke before continuing. “So I’ll admit that I’m kind of surprised you agreed to come out with me tonight.”

I brushed a piece of my hair behind my ear, a nervous habit of mine that brings me an artificial level of comfort. “To be honest” I swallow “I’m not really sure I was even going to show up.”

“Well I’m glad you did.” He said with his adorable gummy smile.

“And to be upfront about everything, the rumors are true. I do have a boyfriend, and we are in a serious, committed relationship.”

I raise my eyebrows at this.

“I know what you're thinking. So then why would I ask a beautiful woman like you out on a date if I’m already spoken for?”

My heart speeds up when I hear him use the word beautiful. He leans across the high top table we are sat at, so he can speak lower and not have the other customers at the bar listen in.

“Hobi and I have always been open to the concept of a polymorphic relationship. We’ve tried in the past with potential romantic partners; but they usually ended up ghosting on one of us, once they figured out what we were looking for.”

“So why do you think I’ll be different?” I question finding some confidence in my voice. Afterall, it isn’t like Yoongi is talking about some small, trivial thing. He’s openly discussing with me the potential of starting a romantic journey with him and his boyfriend. Journey being the only way I can truly describe it because honestly what if this actually became something, what do I say to my parents then? “Mom. Dad. Meet my boyfriend Yoongi and his boyfriend--slash my other boyfriend--Hoseok.”

Yeah...this was most certainly going to be a journey.

“Honestly, I’m not sure you will be. But I like you, Y/N. And from what I’ve told Hoseok so far, he’s interested too.”

I snort at this response. What possibly could I have done to get Yoongi’s attention that he’d like me, let alone know anything about me enough to want to tell his boyfriend.

“Up until tonight, I’ve barely said anything to you.” I state to the dark haired man across from me.

Yoongi shrugs at this like it doesn’t matter. “People speak louder with their actions than with their words.”

“Yeah? And what do my actions say about me?” I ask genuinely.

He doesn’t miss a beat with his response.

“You’re smart without being pretentious. You have confidence without arrogance. And most importantly you’re kind.”

“I’m kind?”

Yoongi nods.

“A couple of weekends ago I saw you inside the hybrid rescue downtown. I was going to go in and say hi, but thought that might intimidate you a little bit.”

He says this last part with a laugh, as my cheeks turn red from the fact I know that would have been true.

“I asked one of your fellow interns, Ilsung, about it. He said you volunteer there whenever you can. That you have a real soft spot for hybrids and their rights. Not many people are as compassionate to their causes. And as someone who has had the honor to adopt two myself, I’m really drawn to others who want to make a difference for them.”

“I wouldn’t say I’m making a difference.” I say sheepishly. “But when I was a kid we had a family cat hybrid named Wendy. She and I did everything together until they came and took her away when we were both 12. And let’s just say that made an impact on me.”

When my parents were kids, hybrids were just starting to be introduced to society. But years prior to that, governments and militaries had been creating and breeding hybrids for years as an experiment to get a defensive edge when it came to warfare. It proved not to be as promising as they had hoped and what ended up happening is they sold their hybrids and hybrid secrets to the highest bidder, which turned out to be a large corporatation. This corporation in turn introduced cat and dog hybrids to the rest of the world. Claiming that they were a step above your average household pet and could provide a more fulfilling companion experience. Hybrids quickly became a hot commodity. And the black market was soon taking off with their own hybrid creations of more exotic and “dangerous” hybrid breeds. Soon the hybrids were beginning to outnumber humans 2 to 1 and fear of who they are and what they can do began to take over.

Laws were passed as a means to protect humans. Rather than create laws that stopped the unethical treatment and breeding of hybrids, they were created to limit their rights. Not completely human but also not completely an animal either, hybrids fell in a category with many blurbed lines. The laws state all hybrids must have an owner and must either be accompanied by that owner at all times or have a microchip implanted within the back of their necks that can be scanned to indicate they belong to someone. Any strays were in extreme cases euthanized and in less extreme cases placed in overcrowded shelters and rescue centers, where they would more than likely spend the rest of their lives.

For those who did get adopted or were bought by breeders, their lives may not be as lucky as those who did not. It isn’t uncommon for those hybrids adopted to end up in underground hybrid clubs. These clubs offer humans all sorts of sick fantasies to play out with hybrids. This can be anything from deadly hybrid fight rings to hybrid brothels where they can use and abuse any female and male hybrids of their choosing. In my time volunteering at the rescue center, I have listened to stories I wouldn’t even wish for my worst enemies to have to endure.

“Wendy came into my life when on my 5th birthday. My Mom and Dad had decided I needed a companion. As an only child with parents who weren't able to have any more kids, my parents thought adopting a hybrid could be the next best thing. But the year we both turned 12, is the year Wendy started to go through her changes.”

Yoongi listened to my story with great intensity.

“Of course as humans we all go through puberty between the ages of 11 and 18. This isn’t uncommon for hybrids either except their changes aren’t typically of the reproductive kind until later in their late teens and early twenties, but what they do change in is behavior. Their animal instincts can have the potential to become more dominant, leading to aggressiveness and in some cases violence.

When Wendy and I were playing outside one day, a neighbor's hybrid wandered into our backyard where we were. He looked to be some small wild cat hybrid, probably bought in some shady back room of an outdoor market. He was around our age if not a little bit older. He’s name was Yongho and he could hear our laughs from inside his house. He asked if he could play with us, saying he was lonely being cooped up inside all day. I was glad to have another person to play with so I said yes immediately without noticing that Wendy was apprehensive. Her tail was flicking side to side and ears were slightly pinned back, but I thought that was only because she may be jealous of having some of my attention shared with another hybrid. I chose to ignore her warning signs and suggested a game of tag.

It all seemed to be going fine. At first I was ‘it’ and although they were both faster than me, Yongho decided to slow down so I could catch him. But once he was ‘it’ that’s when everything would change to become one of the worst days of my life.”

I paused so I could take a sip of my drink to try and calm myself down. I hadn’t thought of this day in a really long time and I was struck by the fact that I was so easily sharing it with Yoongi when not even most of my close friends knew what had happened. Yoongi reached across the table and gently rubbed his thumb over my hand to encourage me to keep going.

I cleared my throat.

“Because Yongho was a predator hybrid, a game of tag can quickly turn into a dangerous game of cat and mouse. When Wendy and I ran off in opposite directions after getting a 10-second head start that’s when Yongho’s animal instincts kicked in. As a slow and small human girl, I became easy prey to the hunter and Yongho began to come after me. Naive to noticing that anything had changed, I giggled as I tried to dodge around the trees in our backyard to create obstacles between us. And when I turned around to see how close he was that’s when I saw the predatory look in his eyes. I gave a small but effective scream which in turn caught the attention of Wendy. She halted in the direction she was going before quickly turning around. I in the meantime froze out of fear. Yongho slowed but didn’t stop moving toward me. He staked his way closer in the same way you would see a lioness do through the brush on a nature show before she pounced on an antelope. And unfortunately for me, I was that antelope. Just as Yongho pounced with claws out, Wendy intercepted him and they both tumbled to the ground, rolling around and making animalistic noises I had never heard before.

This got the attention of my mother. Who once she came outside to see what was happening began yelling for my dad. He ran out and grabbed me. Easily picking me up and throwing me inside the house ordering me to lock the door and telling my mother to call HES (hybrid emergency services). My dad tried to get Yongho off of Wendy when he had managed to pin her to the ground while I burst into tears once the adrenaline started to wear off. HES showed up quickly, but not fast enough to stop Wendy from accidentally scratching my dad. She was aiming for Yongho when my father’s arm got in the way and left a deep wound along his forearm which instantly began to bleed. Because hybrid laws take all cases of violence toward a human seriously, HES not only took Yongho away but they also took Wendy. My father spent the next several weeks in court trying to get her back saying she had scratched him with no ill intention but they wouldn’t listen. The only thing they could offer was for us to send her off to a reform facility, where she would spend the next three years, in hopes that maybe once she had gone through the proper reform training then she would be able to come home. My parents agreed to send her off, but 6 months after she arrived they claimed she had ran away, only to find out in the news a few years later that this reform facility was secretly selling desirable hybrids off to private sellers and the black market. I haven’t seen her since.”

Things between us got really quiet after I told my story. Yoongi continued to rub my hand before noticing that my eyes were watery. Tears threatening to come cascading down. He sprung into action and leapt off his stool scooping me up into a hug.

“I’m so sorry” he whispered.

I could hear the sincerity in his voice and felt overwhelmingly comforted within his embrace. I thought right then and there that I never wanted him to let me go. And I didn’t care if that meant I had to share him with someone else because at that moment it felt like I was always supposed to be his.

Shortly thereafter I met Hoseok face to face. The three of us went on a date to a nice restaurant to see how we would all get along. The date went exceptionally well, as did the next one, and the one after that. After a couple months, the three of us went away for the weekend and discussed the next steps for our future. It was decided that we would all move in together and start a relationship that would define my next five years.

Looking over at Hobi now with his brows crossed and a mild look of exhaustion on his face. I couldn’t help but smile slightly.

“He promised me he would come home last night so he could be here for your birthday this morning.”

“Yoongi is here.” I say. “Also nice of you to wish me a Happy Birthday.”

He rolled his eyes before walking over to me and kissing me on the forehead. “He didn’t come to bed last night.” He responds as he releases me.

“That’s because he came to my bed,” I say with a teasing grin.

Once we moved into this house, it was decided that Yoongi and Hoseok would share a room while I had my own. I didn’t mind it much because Yoongi would often sneak into my bed once Hobi fell asleep. Or if Yoongi was at the studio all night then one of our hybrids would cuddle up with me, especially Taehyung.

Speaking of which, the German Shepherd hybrid came bounding through the backdoor. A smile on his face and a bouquet of wildflowers clutched in his hand.

“Happy Birthday Y/N!”

“I got you these!” He thrust the wildflowers toward me. Tail wagging rapidly behind him.

“Thank you Tae.” I take the flowers from him smelling them in the process. “These are beautiful.”

He’s smile grows wider. Taehyung was one of the two hybrids Hoseok and Yoongi had adopted before I joined their family. Well adopted was not really the correct term to use. Hoseok worked as a scientist for the government. And though they had supposedly moved on from the hybrid world, the three of us knew that wasn’t true. Hoseok started working there right out of college. Initially he was told he was there for human medical purposes, specifically in terms of medicine and vaccine studies. However, while that was mostly true, Hoseok discovered one day by accident that there were also medical experiments being done on hybrids in ways that they would never imagine doing to humans.

From that moment on, Hoseok took it upon himself to make changes but he’d have to climb his way to the top in order to make any real change. Now being the second in command to the head of the medical research team, Hobi had more privileges to know what happened in the hybrid labs but still didn’t have full command of what went on in there. But that didn’t stop him from managing to rescue a couple in the process.

I didn’t really know all that had happened to Taehyung and Namjoon--our Doberman hybrid--while they were in that lab, but I knew that it made them respond to things in opposite ways. Taehyung was clingy and loveable. Namjoon was a little standoffish at first but if I played my cards right he could be putty in my hands.

“Where do you want to eat tonight?” Hobi asked.

“You guys aren’t going to make me a homemade meal.” I whine.

“If you want food poisoning then I would be more than happy to make you whatever you would like. Or if you don’t mind eating until almost 2 in the morning then I’ll ask Yoongi what he wants to make tonight.”

I stick my tongue out at him. I hate his reasoning sometimes.

“In that case, I’ll have to get back to you on that.”

“We all know that you’ll choose the same place you always do.” A sleepy Yoongi says with a yawn. His hair slightly sticking up in the back indicating he had just climbed out of bed.

He walks over to me, sliding into the booth of our breakfast nook and kisses me gently.

“Happy Birthday Princess.” He says in his deep groggy voice.

“I’m surprised you're up already.” I state as I fed him some of my breakfast. He takes a bite and swallows before responding.

“Someone made a pretty severe threat of laundry duty if I didn’t show up this morning. And we all know if I’m on laundry duty for a full month, we will all be deeply sorry.”

We enjoy the rest of our morning with happy banter and cuddles on the couch. With a momentary appearance from Namjoon with a quick Birthday greeting before he went on his jog.

As I flipped through the options on Netflix with Tae asleep with his head in my lap, Hoseok’s phone rang which he picked up and answered in his office down the hall. Yoongi and I gave a brief glance at each other figuring it was probably from work before Hoseok quickly ran out of his office and out the front door as though the house was on fire.

We look at each other again before quickly getting off the couch to follow him. Taehyung whines in protest as he loses the warmth of my lap before climbing back onto the couch and quickly falling back asleep.

Hoseok goes over to our neighbor’s house, lifting his arm up to knock on the door when Jungkook opens it with a “Thank God!”

“I thought you said he’d be fine here.” Hoseok says as he follows Jungkook into his living space noticing the low growls of Sooyun coming from within. He hesitates a moment before seeing why Sooyun is making that noise.

He quickly gets his answer as he sees Sooyun with teeth bared at a cowering figure in the corner. He realizes her aggression is toward his Birthday gift for Y/N. While he knew that Y/N was easily loved by Taehyung and Namjoon, they weren’t necessarily her hybrids. Tae belonged to Yoongi and Namjoon was Hoseok’s, who he adopted at the first chance after that fateful day he walked into the hybrid lab by accident. So he figured Y/N needed her own companion and it gave him an excuse to bring home another rescue.

“Well aren’t you going to do something.” He says to Jungkook, calmer than he felt.

“Me? He’s your hybrid.” Jungkook says incredulously.

“Technically he isn’t a hybrid.”

“Then what is he?” Yoongi says behind Hobi, scaring his younger boyfriend in the process. I stand beyond them watching Jungkook’s normally sweet hybrid looking like the true predator she is before moving my eyes to the other hybrid--or rather not hybrid--sitting in the corner with his knees up to his chest. My heart instantly breaks at the sight in front of me and I feel the need to protect him.

“Hey! Enough.”

My voice is loud and clear. Commanding but not violent, just enough to get Sooyun’s attention. A skill I learned at all my years volunteering at the rescue. She backs away and hides behind Jungkook as though she hadn’t done anything wrong to be treated this way. Jungkook pats the hand she rests on his arm, clutching onto his shirt sleeve. White ears pinned back to her equally pure white hair.

I take that time to move to her victim. Taking slow movements making sure not to scare him even more. “Hello.” I say getting him to look up at me with his light grey eyes. He has soft features but an intense gaze. I reach my hand out to help him off the floor. He hesitates before deciding to trust me and stands up into his full height. He isn’t large but he is taller than me, about the same size as Yoongi.

“Hobi! What is he?” Yoongi repeats himself looking from me in the corner over to his boyfriend.

“He’s a shifter.” Hoseok mumbles, hand rising to scratch the back of his neck.

“I’m sorry. What?”

“He’s a shifter! Okay. I adopted our girlfriend a shifter for her birthday.”

It gets suddenly very quiet. I look back over at the shifter in question, his hand still in mine. Yoongi is visibly getting angry, but still trying to remain somewhat calm.

“What the fuck is a shifter, Hobi? Like a werewolf. Did you bring home a werewolf?”

“Don’t be ridiculous! Werewolves aren’t real. He’s a snow leopard shifter.”

For the genius Hoseok actually was he could really do some dumb things, I think as Yoongi comes towards us and pulls me away but not with some resistance from the other person holding my hand. Yoongi drags me aways while also grabbing Hoseok by the shoulder to guide us outside.

Once we step into the front yard, Yoongi turns Hobi around to look at him but doesn’t let me go.

“You know you’ve done some stupid shit in the 9 years we’ve been together, but this might easily top the list. I mean what the hell were you thinking! Where do you even get a snow leopard shifter?”

“The same place I got Taehyung and Namjoon. Just there was more paperwork involved and lots of background checks. And possibly some surveillance on the house for a week or two.” He throws the last part in quickly as though we won’t notice that he agreed to have us be watched by a government entity without getting our consent first.

“He’s going back.”

“What?! No!” This protest comes from me this time. I don’t know what a shifter is, but I do know some of what happens in the labs and he isn’t going back if I have anything to say about it.

“Yes. He. Is.” Yoongi states, as though the decision is final and begins to walk back toward the house only to stop halfway when he realizes none of us are following.

“We can’t keep him.” He states again.

“But why not?” Hobi and I pout at the same time.

Usually if one of us goes against Yoongi we don’t stand a chance at winning, but if we team up together then things inevitably go our way.

“He’s probably dangerous. I mean I still don’t know what he really is.” He stares at Hoseok on this last point.

“Shifters are what the military attempted after the hybrid experiment failed. Essentially, through their research they found that though hybrids are stronger than humans they still aren’t as strong as a real true animal. But you can’t fully control or command an animal, especially not a predatory animal like a tiger or lion…”

“Or a snow leopard.” Yoongi offered.

“Right. Anyways, there was a researcher about thirty years ago who thought what if you could create a breed of human that could, when needed, shift into full animal form. Lots of people laughed at him for this, but that didn’t stop him from running experiments on his own before a top personnel in the government decided to back him on his research. It didn’t take him long, about five years before he got his first successful generation of shifters. Listen, I know you don’t like it Yoongi and you probably think he’s dangerous. But he’s been kept in that lab his whole life. And I promise you that we have nothing to fear with him. In fact, shifters are much safer than hybrids.” Hoseok added as a last minute plea.

Yoongi slowly let out a sigh. “Fine. But…” he quickly adds before Hobi and I get too excited. “If anything happens to a member of our household because of him, then he has to go somewhere else.”

“You have my word that nothing will happen.”

I grab Yoongi and Hobi into a hug in my excitement. “So what’s his name?”

“Jimin.”

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