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Home Calls the Heart

Summary: Twenty-year old L/N Y/N realizes she might be, okay, is a little bit of a social pariah. But there’s not much she can really do about it. Until a dreary winter day, when a determined, persistent dog hybrid named Taehyung shows up and declares that he’s interested in adopting her for himself and the rest of his lonely pack.

chapter: five

Word Count: 8.9k+

rating: T (uh, once again none I can think of this time)

genre: romance | hurt/comfort| magic AU

tags: bts x reader | ot7 x reader | hybrid | poly| FM!reader

Emperor Penguin!Seokjin, Golden Retriever!Taehyung, Coyote!Hoseok, Mountain Lion!Yoongi, Wolfdog!Namjoon, Kingfisher!Jimin, Holland Lop!Jungkook

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Author’s Note: Thank you everyone for your patience. I really thought I’d have had time to put this out a lot sooner than this, but it was just too busy. But I hope this can be like a holiday gift maybe!

The rabbit stood stiffly off to the side as his family (and their guest) prepared the table. Like Namjoon, everyone had been both surprised and relieved to see him out of the room and willing to join them, greeting him with smiles and a few hugs.

They backed off quickly though, probably scared they were going to overwhelm him if they made a big deal about it for too long. Jungkook supposed it made sense they would treat him as fragile, he was the youngest so it was already a given they babied him for years. Then when Gramps left them suddenly he did kind of check out.

Admittedly, when Jin-hyung mentioned a guest staying overnight, Jungkook hadn’t thought about it. The information slipped away almost as fast as it registered. He had more important things to wallow about think over. And, even if he had been paying attention, the pack maknae would have just come to the conclusion it was someone they already knew.

The neighboring farms, spread out as they were, had known about Gramps. They sent condolences or a few dishes for the boys to eat while the lawyer helped break down his will and the hyungs made funeral arrangements. Why would any of them bring a new person around when they were all still mourning?

Clearly, a lot had happened since he’d shut himself off, because the human girl among them was brand new to him. She had to have been new to the others too, because they didn’t keep secret friends from each other.

“Um, so, anywhere in particular I should set this?” the newcomer was asking Jin. She held up the plate of eggs she had been given. (Y/N). Namjoon-hyung said her name was (Y/N).

“Somewhere near the middle is fine,” Yoongi answered instead, walking by with a big, chilled pitcher of orange juice to place. “If any of these uncivilized heathens want some, they’re not shy about taking their share.”

Even Yoongi-hyung was acknowledging her? Jungkook barely held back his look of surprise. Being that Yoongi was born a wild hybrid, and had spent a portion of his childhood that way, he was more wary of new humans than most.

Gramps and a few of the old man’s associates that came around over the years and were trustworthy were about the only exceptions. Every other non-hybrid person that came into their space got the cold shoulder for the most part.

“Speaking of that, (Y/N) you fix your plate first.” Jin instructed, finally setting down the amazingly fluffy, mouth-watering stack of pancakes. “I made more than usual but I still doubt there’ll be any extras.” Jungkook’s nose twitched as the warm steam wafted into his nostrils, carrying the sweet and gooey fragrance of cinnamon rolls.

His hyung was definitely a culinary genius. Fusing breakfast pancakes and dessert should have been a crime, it was so good.

“It’s been so long since hyung made these,” Taehyung stated, tail wagging. “I don’t think I can hold back.”

“Do you ever?” Namjoon muttered, though there was a small smile on his full lips.

Once everything was out and set up, everyone scrambled to take their seats. Jungkook went for his usual spot slowly, noticing that (Y/N) hung back, looking painfully out of place. She was still wearing Taehyung’s coat, though it was open, revealing Jimin’s pajamas.

The minute he had seen that, Jungkook grew more curious than ever about who she was to the others. Yeah, sometimes if one of their friends came over and spent the night they might borrow a change of clothes, but not a female friend.

“Wait,” Taehyung brought attention to the same thing he noticed, absently placing his hand on Namjoon’s wrist before it could bump his glass. “(Y/N) hasn’t sat down.”

That was when everyone turned their attention on the awkward female standing by, then glanced around the table. All the spots had been set but one, and Jungkook had taken up his usual one.

There was only one seat left, and there was something about it that made offering it up wrong. Gramps. Gramps’ spot remained empty and untouched, chair tucked neatly in. Evidently, even their guest could sense that was not a seat for the taking, as she had opted to just stand around instead of sitting there.

“Oh, it’s no big deal,” she assured them. “I can eat at the counter…”

“You don’t want to sit with us?” Taehyung pouted, the puppy eyes in full effect.

“It’s not that!” She said quickly, “I just…”

“Just grab an extra chair and we’ll all scoot down.” Yoongi mumbled, “It’s not that big of a deal. I’m hungry and ready to eat.”

Blinking, the others nodded slowly, seemingly okay with that suggestion.

(Y/N) made her way to an available stool just as Jimin got up to fetch it for her, ever thoughtful. Their hands landed on it at the same time, and they both paused, then shared a brief chuckle.

“Let me,” Not taking no for an answer, Jimin picked it up easily and brought it to the table, placing it between his chair and Hoseok’s. (Y/N) thanked them and sat down, allowing breakfast to continue.

While it was true he’d only been nibbling at his meals the last week, suddenly the low hunger pangs in his stomach were making him regret that. His fingers loosely gripped the silverware, waiting a little impatiently as a girl he had never seen before got to take her time preparing her own plate at Jin and Taehyung’s insistence.

Finally she was done, and just like that, everyone sprang at the food simultaneously, the loud clambering nearly drowning out Jin’s scolding about having some manners. Jungkook was so used to it, he didn’t even bat an eye, holding his own just fine against his hyungs as he secured a stack of pancakes, eggs, and a few links of sausage. Jin didn’t cook Western often, and he wanted to savor it. But his stomach had other plans, and when he stuffed the first few heavenly bites in his mouth, the bunny would admit he wasn’t sure he tasted it until after it went down.

“So, what do you think?” Hoseok asked (Y/N) conversationally, keeping an eye on his plate in case anyone got greedy and snuck a few bites. They loved each other, but everyone in the household knew all was fair in food and war.

“Good,” she hummed, having another bite after swallowing the first. “Really good. Thank you for letting me share this meal with you. It beats the energy bar and coffee I usually wolf down in the morning.”

“It’s nothing,” Jin smiled, clearly pleased with her approval of his cooking. “It’s the least we can do since you put up with this one’s insolence,” he waved his hand at Taehyung, who tucked in closer to his plate and avoided Jin’s eyes, “And helped with Jilju this morning.”

Jungkook perked up at that. He hadn’t planned to say much unless someone addressed him directly, still equally curious and cautious of the girl among them, but he couldn’t ignore anything that had to do with his horse. Outside his hyungs and Gramps, she was the one he was closest to on the farm. “Jilju? What’s wrong with Jilju?”

“Oh, nothing now.” Namjoon popped some eggs into his mouth, grinning deeply in a way that brought out his dimples. “(Y/N) was able to take care of it. It was very impressive.”

(Y/N) sank down a little, trying to hide a small blush in her shoulder. “Just doing my job.”

“How’d that go, by the way?” Jimin urged, cutting up his pancakes into neat pieces the way he always did before eating. “What was wrong?”

He turned to (Y/N) curiously, and Jungkook watched her closely as well, head full of questions.

“Well…where to start…” she paused, lowering her fork with sausage on the end. “She was a little anxious, for one. I think I got through to her. I reassured her that she’s doing the best she can by Jungkook, and that there’s no need to worry about losing her connection to him.”

“Why would she think that?” Jungkook frowned, then turned to his nearest hyung, Yoongi. “How would she know that Jilju thinks that?”

“Because,” Yoongi had opted for coffee instead of juice, and the strong smell of the brew singed the hairs inside Jungkook’s nose a bit. How his hyung chugged that stuff black he would never know, “Our new friend here has magic, and her gift is understanding the emotions of animals.”

“And hybrids,” Taehyung added proudly.

Jungkook only stared at the girl, who squirmed slightly, awkward smile in place. “Magic?” He repeated.

“Mhm,” Namjoon nodded, “You know, the rare individuals who are born with a special ability? I’ve read a book on it that—”

“I know what it means, hyung,” he said, then cringed inside when Namjoon’s ears drooped. His hyung was always so genuinely excited to share what he learned with them, and they all listened indulgently, even if they had heard him rambling about it a hundred times. He really hadn’t meant to sound like he didn’t care, he was just struggling to understand.

How had his colony come across a human with magic? Did she come just to check the animals then? They had all acted like they understood that Gramps wasn’t coming back, so he wouldn’t be surprised that it had impacted their moods. “Sorry…” he mumbled at Namjoon. “I just don’t get it. Why would Jilju tell you what was worrying her if she didn’t tell me?”

“Sometimes it can be…hard…for animals to communicate some things to us, even when we share a strong bond. Sometimes they deliberately try to avoid worrying us,” she said patiently.

Jungkook shoveled more food in his mouth and tried to avoid pouting. When his hyung’s food tasted so good, it was normally hard not to be happy but right now…he was a little annoyed. Some stranger turned up and it felt like she understood his friend better than he did.

“That’s…not all.” (Y/N) shared, smiling as everyone looked at her curiously. “It turns out Jilju is also expecting.”

“What?” Jimin gasped, speaking in unison with Jungkook, who dropped his fork.

“Yeah…” Namjoon rubbed his neck. “It surprised me too. Remember when one of the horses from Mr. Lee’s farm escaped and we found him the next morning?”

“Jilju’s pregnant?” Jungkook couldn’t believe it. His horse? Was going to be a mother?

“Apparently,” (Y/N) chimed in, “Surprise, and um, congrats!”

Jungkook said nothing, still processing that information.

“We’ll have to make sure she has enough rations,” Yoongi mused. “She’s eating for two now.”

“And we’ll keep the stable comfy-cozy for her,” Hoseok sang.

“You’re an uncle, Jungkook!” Tae clapped, the faint thump of his wagging tail easy to pick up with his sensitive ears. “And we might not have found out so soon if I never met (Y/N) yesterday. I knew I picked a quality human.”

“Yesterday?” Jungkook was a rabbit, not a parrot, but it felt like all he could do was squawk out every word that blindsided him. “You met her…yesterday?”

Taehyung nodded.

“Then why is she here?”

“Jungkook,” Jin huffed, “That was a little rude, don’t you think?”

“Not really,” (Y/N) disagreed, “it’s fair.”

“Why did you say ‘picked a quality human’?” He said, ignoring her. The longer she was here, the more Jungkook felt his discomfort grow. What was going on?

“Because—”

“Long story. Not Tae’s most well thought out decision, either.” Yoongi smoothly disrupted whatever the dog was about to reveal, and Jungkook glared a bit.

“Can’t you just tell me what’s going on?” The bunny insisted, aware he sounded the part of the petulant youngest brother, but also irritated with being kept in the dark. “Who are you?” he asked (Y/N).

“Tae’s heart was in the right place…” Jimin sighed, “He just didn’t think it through, like hyung said.”

“Taehyungie brought (Y/N) home, because he thought having someone new around could cheer us up.” Hoseok explained carefully, to which the younger canine hybrid nodded in agreement.

That explained…a little bit. They loved Taehyung and his spontaneity and eccentricity, but sometimes it caught everyone off guard. “Why her, specifically?” Jungkook pressed, “Because she’s got magic?”

“I didn’t even know that when we met, actually.” Taehyung admitted, hiding in his curls sheepishly. “She just…seemed nice. I got a good feeling.”

Their hyung had brought a random human back to them, when they were all still so upset at losing their main caregiver and father-figure, off of a ‘good feeling’?

The rabbit could feel his foot tap irritably. “What?” His voice came out flat, unimpressed. “That’s stupid, hyung.”

“Yeah, it was,” Yoongi rolled his eyes, stabbing into his pancakes with extra force. “But we’ve been over that already. We talked, we fought, some of us cried…” His glittering emerald eyes slid to Taehyung. “It was a whole thing.”

“I haven’t been over it,” Jungkook protested, “I’m not over Gramps! I…I thought none of you were either!”

“We’re not,” Namjoon said calmly. “All our hearts are still broken.”

“Right now it doesn’t feel like that, hyung.” he hissed, full on glaring at (Y/N), making her flinch. “I don’t care how special a human she is. She’s not Gramps.”

“Here we go again…” He heard Yoongi say.

Jungkook began to collect his food with the intention of retreating upstairs, because like hell he’d be able to enjoy it like this, and there was no way he was leaving it or throwing it out either.

(Y/N) also lurching to her feet at the same time was the last thing he expected, and he instinctively stilled, cradling his plate protectively while making himself bigger.

Thanks to Gramps indulging him years ago when he said he wanted to work out and get stronger, the youngest hybrid was well aware he wasn’t built like an ordinary bunny.

They were genetically predispositioned to petite or average frames, and because of their prey genes, putting on muscle—except maybe in their legs—did not come as easily for them as it did for predators.

But with dedication and hard work, Jungkook had made himself someone to be reckoned with, and now when they went out, predator hybrids gave pause as they tried to size him up.

His scent was still recognizable to them as rabbit, if they got close enough, but he didn’t get intimidated after living and growing up with several of his natural predators.

Plus his size helped him stand toe to toe with the snake, cat and fox hybrids out there who might try making him uncomfortable.

Needless to say, an average human like (Y/N) had no chance. He could tell her first instinct was to back down. But she swallowed it down in the next second, her eyes determined, “Wait, please don’t leave.”

Jungkook stopped, unable to help himself. What could she want to say? Nothing was going to change his mind about her not being a suitable replacement for Gramps. No one was.

“You weren’t at the meal yesterday, so you didn’t hear it but…I’m sorry.” One minute she was speaking, the next minute she was bowing deeply. “I’m sorry for your loss, and I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable. It doesn’t matter about what the circumstances were that brought me here, it still ended up causing pain, and that’s my fault.”

“(Y/N),” Taehyung sounded like he wanted to object, but she straightened, shaking her head.

“It’s the truth.” She said firmly. “The choice to follow you here, even when I learned you wanted a new family member, that was on me. I should have used common sense and stopped you, especially knowing you didn’t live alone.” Nervous energy poured off of her as she played with her sleeve. “Also I…I lost someone too.” Judging by the silent reactions, this was information none of the others had heard before. “Not as recently as you did, but he was a very dear friend to me, and the eight months I’ve spent without him have been really hard.” (Y/N) bowed her head mournfully.

Jungkook looked at her, really looked at her. He would have never assumed she was also missing someone as deeply as he was missing Gramps, but then he’d only just met her, and how she felt wasn’t his priority so much as wanting her to go away.

Oblivious, or ignoring everyone’s staring, (Y/N) kept talking. “So I relate to that pain you’re all going through right now, and I’d never disrespect your bond to a member of your family by trying to force myself into that dynamic or think I could fill a hole that large in any of you. Everyone we ever love is special. Different.”

Her voice cracked on the last word, so briefly only a hybrid could have heard it. “I’m glad I could help solve your problem with Jilju, and thank you for letting me stay the night and even have breakfast, but if my clothes are dried, I should go. Everyone here’s been great, but you deserve your home back.” Cleaning up her spot hastily, (Y/N) stood in the kitchen doorway and gave them one last bow, eyes full of sincerity, then scurried out of sight.

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She came down the stairs, almost dreading running into anyone. Why did she have to keep making a mess of things with these hybrids? They’d probably be glad to be rid of her.

Who wouldn’t want to free themselves of a pest. Gathering the meager things she had arrived with, neatly folding Jimin’s borrowed pajamas after changing back into her clothes, and stripping the sheets (knowing how sensitive hybrids were to smell, and figuring Jungkook wouldn’t want her scent in the middle of his room), (Y/N) was pretty much ready to go.

Creeping down the stairs, she found it was quiet, and glanced around unsurely. While she wanted to be out of their hair, leaving without saying goodbye would be…rude. But so would wandering around their house in search of someone.

Luckily, the sound of voices conversing in another room gave her an indicator about where everyone might be, and she mustered up her courage to go find them.

Peeking her head in, she found Namjoon, Jin, Hoseok and Yoongi talking amongst themselves at the kitchen bar, though they all looked up immediately. Damn. No way to go undetected when super hearing was in the mix, huh?

“All set?” Jin asked.

(Y/N) nodded. “I am. Thanks to you, and sorry again for the trou—”

“Apologies are played out, don’t you think?” Yoongi interrupted, appearing bored as his long tail swished lazily. “We’re not interested in hearing any more of them.”

“This hyung’s always so shy about showing new people how he feels.” Hoseok giggled, pinching Yoongi’s cheek affectionately. “But he’s just trying to say none of us think you have anything else to apologize for. It’s been talked over, and in the end it was just a misunderstanding, right?”

(Y/N) frowned, shifting her weight from foot to foot. “But, Jungkook—”

“He’ll be okay.” Namjoon reassured her, his ears flickering. “In time anyway. Right now he’s working out to blow off steam instead of holed up in Gramps’ room again. That’s big progress.”

“Plus he ate all his food.” Jin practically swooned.

“Yeah, kid’s gonna be back to eating us out of house and home in no time.” Yoongi chuckled, the fondness in his voice clear.

“See, no permanent damage done.” Hoseok concluded.

“Well…that’s a relief.” (Y/N) grinned weakly. “Anyway, I really should get—”

“Hyungs!” Taehyung’s excited shout made her jump, but the four hybrids siting around the bar didn’t appear surprised at all.

“No one listens to my rules,” Jin groaned. “I say no running. I say no yelling in the house. I say put your clothes in the hamper and not on the floor. Am I talking for my health?”

“At this point…” Yoongi mused, though he didn’t finish when Taehyung burst in.

“Oh, (Y/N)!” He greeted her, face lighting up as soon as their eyes met. “I’m glad you’re still here.”

The pup still kind of gave her whiplash, but somehow, (Y/N) thought she might have been getting used to it. “How come?”

“Cause the lake’s frozen,” he said gleefully, “And you know what that means?” He asked his hyungs. They glanced between each other, quiet. “We should play outside. Have a snow day. We haven’t done that all season, and—”

“Tae, you brat,” The airy voice of Jimin complained from behind them. (Y/N) turned to see him wearing a scowl and trudging through the front door the dog had left open. “Why’d you take off like that? And after I helped you get your tongue unstuck from…oh.” His eyes widened when he noticed the crowd in the kitchen and doorway.

“What’d he get his tongue stuck to?” Hoseok pressed curiously.

Taehyung shrugged, “Jimin dared me to lick a sheet of metal.” He tattled nonchalantly.

“I didn’t think you’d do it!” The avian hybrid exclaimed, throwing up his arms, wings rustling.

“You two can’t be left unsupervised for more than ten minutes.” Yoongi sighed. “You were supposed to be making sure all the animals had enough blankets and fresh hay.”

“We did,” Taehyung’s tail was slowly gaining speed and his ears had a slight lift, “Then I noticed what a good snow day it’d be. C’mon hyungs, please?” (Y/N) had not been around long, but she absolutely knew what was coming next, and turned to preemptively shield her eyes just as Taehyung made his bigger, rounder and more innocent pitiful. “You should join us too, (Y/N).”

Gah, oh no! He turned the force of his gaze on her, and gently clasped one of her hands for good measure, trying to tug the other one down.

“Hmm…I guess all of us haven’t been outside much besides tending to the farm.” Hoseok murmured. “We use to roam the property and play outside all the time. Maybe it’d be okay to indulge the pup this one time,”

“One time’s enough for a fun time,” Taehyung cheered.

“‘One time’ is enough to make it a habit.” Yoongi corrected. “You think we met you yesterday, pup?”

“Still, what’s it hurting?” Jin added his two cents. “Winter weather feels great to me.”

“Hyung, that’s a given,” Namjoon pointed out, “But okay, I guess a little time outside wouldn’t be so bad.”

Taehyung clapped, “Meet you all out at the shed!” He put a hand on (Y/N)’s shoulder. “You can come wait for us near the ice.” The next thing she knew, she was being steered towards the door.

“Hey, hold on,” Jimin huffed, “Don’t just drag her around without letting her decide for herself. And she’ll need a coat, hat, gloves and boots if she’s coming out with us. She’s not resistant to the cold.” he ended, rolling his eyes at the dog’s impulsiveness.

“I…thanks for the invite but I don’t wanna get in the way…”

“Please,” Taehyung not only used the eyes this time, but hit her with a very puppy-like whimper, and (Y/N) crumbled like a sandcastle kicked over.

“Okay…just a little while though.”

Taehyung gleefully brought her to the hall closet so she could borrow some winter layers again.

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The glistening lake caught the weak sunlight of the winter sky, sparkling like a diamond that had just been given a polish.

The farm really was an idyllic winter scene right now, (Y/N) marveled. The trees were bare and the snow was heaped up all around, but it was still manageable to get around the property.

She waited patiently by the lake, which was conveniently next to the shed Taehyung had mentioned. It could have been its own little house, and even boasted a small porch. The boys had ran right into it, promised they’d be back shortly, and closed the door.

‘I didn’t see Jungkook join them though.’ (Y/N) couldn’t help but think about the last person she had blindsided, staring off into the distance, where she could make out the main house.

Was he still exercising? Did he know they were going to play outside? He shouldn’t have to miss a time to have fun with his family just because she was being included. Doubts about staying started to creep up again, but before they could consume her too much, the shed’s door creaked open, and out waddled a very impressive, tall emperor penguin.

(Y/N) gasped, gazing at the proud bird in awe as it bobbed over to her, stopping a short distance away as if waiting for her to be done admiring him. “S-Seokjin-ssi?” It had to be him, right?

The flightless bird bowed his head in confirmation, turning completely around once so she could see all of him. His sleek body was beautiful, and perfectly designed for this element.

(Y/N) had only seen penguins on TV and once from behind a glass at the zoo. Nothing did justice to Seokjin’s impressive form. And when he stepped onto the frozen lake and gracefully began skating around, (Y/N) was even more gobsmacked. “Wow…”

A bark disrupted her admiration of Seokjin’s moves on the ice, and she found a familiar golden dog bounding towards her.

Taehyung got into a playful crouch as he approached, tail fanning high behind him. (Y/N) giggled, bending to meet him. “So this is what you had in mind?”

He yipped, spinning in circles and then taking advantage of her proximity to lean up and lick her cheek before lunging away.

(Y/N) put a gloved hand over the spot, jaw dropping as she watched Taehyung run and roll around in the snow. More of the hybrids emerged from the shed, two more canines following him.

There was a slender but well-muscled coyote that trotted out calmly and sat on his haunches to watch Seokjin skating and Taehyung playing. Followed by a large, bi-colored canine of intimidating stature with intelligent eyes. Namjoon for sure.

His thick, black coat was streaked through with silver, something (Y/N) doubted was from age. It looked like a natural pattern, and a cool one at that. His thick tail waved once, and then he stopped next to Hoseok and observed too. “All your animal forms are so beautiful.”

Hoseok’s ears went back and his eyes got round, a smile on his muzzle. He was the normal golden brown of a coyote, but with a russet undertone more prominent now that he had shifted than it was before. He tilted his head back at the shed and barked, sounding like he was beckoning someone.

A short, feline snout popped out, and then slowly a whole head. (Y/N) watched the big cat watch them, until he decided to place one paw outside the structure, and then another.

Soon a mountain lion was stalking silently from the shed with all the languid grace of an apex predator. (Y/N)’s heart skipped a beat as his gorgeous green eyes found her, then turned to his fellow hybrids as if to say, ‘I’m out here, now what?’

Taehyung quickly took care of that, seizing on his opportunity once he saw his hyungs and running straight for them. Yoongi grumbled, lifting a paw as if to stop him. It didn’t even make the dog break stride, and he tumbled into the other hybrids, licking them all mercilessly in the face and yipping cutely as if to thank them.

(Y/N) had to hide a giggle when Yoongi swatted at him with his tail and Taehyung caught it in his mouth, tugging on it and trying to pull him in closer by it.

Although that seemed to annoy the mountain lion, his tugs to reclaim his appendage were half-hearted at best. Hoseok joined in, though he seemed to be on no one’s side but his own.

One minute he was pulling Yoongi’s ear and gently getting cuffed for it, the next he was nosing at Taehyung’s sides like he was trying to tickle him, and it got the dog to let go and show his belly, evidently still ticklish no matter what form.

(Y/N) almost didn’t notice the last presence, one hovering close to her face, until the cutest little chirp drew her attention.

A deep blue bird was flying right next to her, and when she studied him, he chirped again. “Ohh, Jimin-ssi, your plumage is so shiny.” The bird landed on her shoulder, puffing out his chest in pride as she grinned. So little, so cute.

Seokjin, noticing the rough-housing happening on the snowbank, glided over to join everyone.

Soon five hybrids were chasing each other around, occasionally someone getting tackled and going down with a face full of snow to show for it. (Y/N) stood and watched, not sure if she should be joining or keeping out of the way.

Jimin had flit from her shoulder and was egging the others on, tugging at their fur and then darting away when they looked over their shoulder. He’d peck someone and then zip up into the air before they could even think about getting him.

But given that he was so small and delicate in this form, (Y/N) couldn’t imagine them playing with him the way they were playing with each other.

Taehyung slid into her legs as he failed to skid to a stop in time, and she watched him roll onto his paws and shake off. He barked, tugging at her pants and whining when she only blinked. “Are you asking…”

He barked again more urgently, tilting his head at the others, who were all peeking over at them. “How would I join in?” She asked, genuinely curious.

Seokjin kicked snow with a foot, honking.

Squinting, (Y/N) watched him clumsily mold snow into a lumpy ball and then point at it with a wing. “You can’t really be asking me to have a snowball fight with you.”

Taehyung swooped down on Jin’s snowball and lobbed it as best he could, hitting Namjoon in the ear when Hoseok ducked. Namjoon growled, snatching up a mouthful of snow without bothering to mold it and trying to return fire.

Jin squawked as Taehyung hid behind him, refusing to abandon his living shield no matter which direction the penguin turned in.

Raising a brow, (Y/N) quickly made a snowball and threw it at the dog. He yelped as it hit his flank, his large blue eyes full of betrayal. Though it almost made her feel bad, (Y/N) grinned at him. “Sorry, sorry, but it was only fair, right?”

Namjoon took the opportunity to pile on, flinging another snowball he had made while they were distracting that Taehyung took under the chin.

The light tweeting Jimin did sounded suspiciously like laughter as the dog barked dramatically, picking up snow in his mouth and chasing his hyung with it.

The fast wolfdog ducked behind Yoongi, who nearly got bowled over by Taehyung. The big cat took that as his sign to join in, pinning the dog down and making him swallow the snow he was holding.

There was nothing but vindication in those sharp emerald eyes, and (Y/N) watched in interest as Hoseok brought a snowball he had made to her and then ruffed quietly. “Are you saying we should team up?” she whispered.

Jimin flew down and landed on the coyote’s head. “And you want to be on the team too?” He confirmed with a chirp. “Think we can really take them all on?” The two hybrids nodded in determination. “Alright, then let’s get some distance first. Come up with a plan of attack.”

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Heart pounding after his workout, Jungkook removed his boxing gloves, swiping his bangs from his eyes and grabbing for his water bottle. He had forgotten how good the burn of his muscles after an extended session in the gym felt.

The rabbit hybrid sighed, not hearing any sounds in his vicinity, and guessing everyone must be downstairs. He shuffled into the hall’s bathroom and began to strip out of his sweaty workout gear.

Better to get clean now before Jin-hyung caught a whiff of him later and complained. Besides, sometimes a warm shower helped loosen up the sore muscles and made the whole post-workout come down feel even better.

Adjusting the water to the right temperature and waiting patiently, Jungkook glanced in the mirror. He looked at the circles beneath his eyes, and touched a piece of hair that had fallen into his face.

It’d been a while since his last official haircut. Gramps used to give them himself, but once they got older and started to complain about wanting to look more fashionable, he began taking them into town for a professional to do it. Lately, Jungkook had been thinking of growing it out though.

Maybe his bangs could use a touch up, but the ends of his hair feathered past his ears, just the way he wanted it. His floppy, velveteen ears could use some attention and grooming as well.

They had always been soft and silky to the touch, according to his family. But Jungkook could tell the difference. Dragging himself to shower every other day or so for the last week meant the texture had fallen below his usual standards. To him they felt oily. Nothing a quick shower couldn’t remedy now, though.

He lathered his hair in the lightly scented shampoo already there, letting the water run over his muscles and trying to piece together what had happened downstairs.

So, while he was alone in Gramps room, Taehyung had met (Y/N). A human girl from the park nearby. She was…pretty normal, except the having magic part. If it were any other time, he might be kind of intrigued, but he was still put out by how she had come to be in their house.

When she left, he would talk more about it with his hyungs, and they would reassure him that no one would be allowed to come in and join their family so suddenly. Especially not some silly girl from the park. Everything would be alright…

Eventually, his shower concluded, and he made the short trip down the hall to his bedroom. It had been a while, Jin or someone else normally bringing a change of clothes for him to Gramps’ room.

So he was unprepared by the unfamiliar scent that buffeted his nose as soon as he walked in. He took a sniff and his nose instantly crinkled. What…was that? Who was in his room?! The last sheets were off the bed, bagged up and ready for the laundry. A clean set had been put on tidily in their place.

But Jungkook could practically taste it in the air. That new scent. (Y/N).

They really let her use his room? All his hyungs knew how sensitive he was to scents.

Technically, all hybrids were scent-sensitive, but having spent his early life the way he had, it was particularly amplified in Jungkook’s case.

Sliding on some clean clothes quickly, the bunny hurried to his bedroom window and wrenched it open. The crisp winter air flowed in immediately, sending a chill down his neck. Relieved, Jungkook stuck his head outside and breathed in the clean mid-morning air with his eyes closed.

Nature smelt so good. The world was blanketed in a soft layer of snow, on the fencing separating the path from the fields and the roof of the barn and even on the shed way out by the lake. It was probably frozen. Jungkook squinted out in that direction, seeing several figures darting around, seemingly having a great time.

A fond memory surfaced, Gramps taking his hand and leading him out onto the ice, teaching him how to skate when he was very small. Then Taehyung came sliding into them, and everyone went spinning across the ice like newborn foals.

Come to think of it…someone had poked their head in the gym and told him they were going out to play in the snow for a little while, and that he was welcome to come along. But Jungkook had been so focused on his workout, it really hadn’t registered.

Hesitating there at the window, he watched the four-legged creatures bounding around each other, able to make out most of his hyungs. Jimin was impossible to spot from here if he was shifted, though.

Joining in did seem tempting. He was still hurting, of course. That was unlikely to change soon. But Gramps wouldn’t want him holed up inside all day. Maybe it was fine to get out, get some fresh air and enjoy the company of the others…

All those thoughts came to a crashing halt when he made out an extra figure, up on two legs and running amongst the animals in the snow. Wait, was that…?

(Y/N) again. Didn’t she go home already? For a second, Jungkook contemplated not even going out there. Avoiding her until she left seemed like the best bet.

Then, he thought about the fact that he was letting some new person who wasn’t even staying keep him from spending time when his hyungs, and he had missed them.

Defiantly, he went digging in his closet for a warm hoodie and his snow boots.

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Laughing, (Y/N) went down hard, falling to her knees and placing her arms over her head. It didn’t stop the onslaught. She was repeatedly pelted from behind by sizable snowballs, the hybrids having gotten quite good at making them without hands.

Hoseok brushed by her, barking, darting around Namjoon and distracting him with seemingly innocuous play. At some point the strategy had kind of fallen apart, and they were improvising.

Though that meant it was hard to tell who was winning. She, Hoseok and Jimin had taken the others by surprise, but not for long.

Who knew they would have such a vicious competitive streak? Except maybe Yoongi. Kind of just seemed like he was only riled up because he kept getting pelted every time he tried to shuffle off to the side and watch.

“Tactical…” (Y/N) said through her giggles, “retreat!” She went crawling away, dragging herself to the shed with the hopes of getting a moment’s reprieve.

Her cheeks had to be as red as a cherry by now, and her throat burned a little from rapidly inhaling the cold air. Even her fingertips felt a little numb, despite the borrowed gloves. Still, it was the most active she had been in a while, and the game was a lot of fun.

Lurching up on her hands and knees, (Y/N) dove behind the shed, taking cover (and the opportunity to catch her breath) with a grin. She wiped some slush from her eye, peeking behind her to see Hoseok trying to dodge the opposing team and join her, with Jimin’s little body no where in sight amidst the larger hybrids and snow flying everywhere.

Hopefully he was safe and up high. (Y/N) sighed, wondering if she should be planning a rescue, barely containing a startled squeal when she nearly came nose to nose with a very…large…rabbit.

Its black nose twitched, and the big golden brown eyes watched her steadily. The animal was what (Y/N) would most certainly class as ‘a unit’—a wall of muscular fluff. She’d never seen a lop-eared bunny so big and defined. “Um, hello…” she whispered, “Did you come to see what was going on?”

The rabbit eyed her down, unmoving and somehow, unamused. A loud growling-bark sounded from just behind her as Namjoon tumbled from a well-timed push, and (Y/N) moved to protect the smaller animal on instinct. Big bun or small bun, she still didn’t want him squished.

What she hadn’t counted on was the rabbit reacting like it did the minute her hand moved to bring him in close to her chest.

(Y/N) hissed, immediately retracting her hand, eyes widening as her fingers throbbed where his teeth had sank into them through the glove. She didn’t think he’d broken skin, but his powerful little jaw had moved quick as lightning with a warning bite.

He turned his back to her, his long back legs kicking snow in her direction, and the action felt almost scornful. Then he hopped away, out into sight of the others, who stopped and made excited cries as if to welcome him to their game.

‘Duh, of course that’s Jungkook.’ (Y/N) winced, easing her glove off to inspect her hand. ‘I probably overstepped just now. I wouldn’t want a stranger touching me without warning either.’

There was a light tap on her shoulder, and (Y/N) twisted her body to see Jin towering over her. He honked, tilting his head and appearing puzzled. “Are you asking me if I’m okay?”

His sleek head bobbed.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said hurriedly. “I guess I’m tired. That was a long, intense game, right?

Taehyung trotted over, dipping his head as he studied her and then whining loudly. “Let’s say your team won, huh? That was fun. Thank you. I think I really should get going though. Gotta check on my car and all.”

Shaking himself off, the dog ran into the shed with a loud crash. “Wait,” she heard him shout from inside, voice echoing through the cracked door. “I’ll get dressed and walk with you.”

More hybrids walked into the shed, (Y/N) heard a chorus of voices and some light squabbling. “Don’t you think you’ve clung to her enough already? One of us could also walk her back.”

“But!”

“I think one of us tagging along is a good idea. Taehyung would just stall on purpose.”

(Y/N) inwardly smiled. However short her time had been with them, they had made her life more lively than it had been in a while.

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The crunch of the snow beneath her feet felt extra noisy. In comparison, her two escorts were silent as they all reached the parking lot. (Y/N) found there wasn’t anyone around, and no other cars left unclaimed, so it was easy to spot her vehicle, half buried under a mound of accumulated snow, but intact.

Huffing, she marched over, careful not to trip, digging out her key and unlocking the driver’s side door. “Well. This is my ride.” She told the two hybrids, smiling gently. “Thank you for seeing me back safely, and for hosting me too. I wish there was some way to repay your generosity.”

“It was the least we could do.” The older hybrid gave a single rough pat to Taehyung’s head, “Don’t mention it.”

The dog stepped forward, bangs falling slightly into his wide blue eyes, “So this is goodbye?”

“Uh, well…for now?” (Y/N) stammered, unsure why she felt so overwhelmingly guilty. “But you know, maybe not forever.” She extended a hand toward him, “You’re a nice guy, Taehyung, and you’ve got a good family. No matter how it happened…I’m glad we met.”

After staring at her hand, he slowly grasped it, giving it a firm squeeze. It wasn’t quite a handshake, but a parting offer of comfort. Sadness flowed through the touch, but not like she had felt before. It was touched with…hope. “Take care of yourself, okay? And don’t approach just anybody eating a hamburger on a bench anymore.”

A faint smile tugged at his lips briefly, “You take care too, (Y/N).”

Leaving Seokjin and Taehyung in her rear view mirror felt a lot like abandoning an opportunity to finally have some new friends.

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“Hold him steady!” One of the zoo staffers yelled. Several grown men groaned and grunted as they wrestled with the belligerent kangaroo (Y/N) was supposed to be seeing.

The feisty animal twisted, eyes screaming murder as he managed to smack one of the people restraining him with the thick tail attached to his backside. Before (Y/N) could get any closer he had broken free with one mighty kick, leaving the poor zoo keeper dazed and sprawled on the ground, clutching at his ribs.

She winced, hoping he would be alright. “Tae-hui,” she called. “Please stop. I know we’ve never met, but I’m here to help.”

The kangaroo was clearly still rearing to go given his body language and the way he was bouncing around, so (Y/N) dared not press her luck until she saw if she got through to him.

Why couldn’t all animals in need be as easy to work with as Jilju? The horse had just needed some patience and understanding words, and she was compliant by the end. Thinking of her last encounter using her gift outside of work brought back memories of the farm.

And the boys.

How were they doing now? Was the grief of losing someone so dear to them any better, or just ramping up? It had been about a week, and she still regretted not at least suggesting they keep in touch.

Then again, what if they didn’t want to? How could she explain she was lonely and desperate for companionship? They might think she was a pushy creep.

“Yah!” Someone yelled.

Tae-hui was coming her way, someone comically trying to hold him still again with the kangaroo paying no real mind. (Y/N) braced herself, ready to get out of the way if needed. Just another day in the life for her…

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Lips twisted lightly, (Y/N) used her thumb to scroll down the page pulled up on her phone, trying to check what ingredients the recipe called for while steering the shopping cart. The last thing she wanted was to run over anyone’s toes in her quest to try cooking pad see ew. It was worth expanding the palette every now and then. Or maybe even she was tired of her own cooking and needed something new.

Either way, (Y/N) was determined to give it a go. If only she could find what she needed. “Did they change the store’s layout around?” she mumbled to herself. “The noodles should have been on that aisle I just passed…” Continuing on, she did manage to find and grab some of the sauces the recipe called for. A few evening shoppers also milled about, (Y/N) passing an older woman deliberating over two brands of soup, an impatient youngster standing near by. “Halmoni,” the boy sighed, “My feet hurt. Can we please have dinner?”

“Ssh,” she hushed absently, waving a hand without looking at her grandchild.

Quietly walking by them, (Y/N) reached the end of the aisle, veering her cart sharply to avoid a store clerk who was mopping up a spilled mess from a broken jar.

She heard the gasp in time to avoid running into the woman who was coming out of the aisle she was entering, a shopping basket dangling on her arm. “Oh, sorry.” (Y/N) mumbled. “Are you alright?”

The woman said nothing, making unnerving eye contact and then slowly squinting, “Wait…(Y/N)? (L/N) (Y/N)?” Heart skipping a beat at the recognition, she tilted her head, trying to recall where the woman could possibly know her from.

“…Yes?”

“It’s me,” the lady gasped, moving a bit closer with a smile. “Gosh, how long has it been?”

“I…I don’t…”

“Do you really not recognize me?” She whispered. “It’s Choi Taeyeon.”

“C-Choi Taeyeon?” The name immediately elicited very vivid memories, some more pleasant than others. “I…” (Y/N) took a deep breath, pasting on a grin that was hopefully more excited than awkward looking. “It’s been so long. How are you?” Choi Taeyeon had once been her best friend. A proper greeting was the least she could do, right?

Finally having been acknowledged properly, she beamed, a pretty, gleaming white smile ringed in a blush shade of lipstick. Taeyeon’s stylish bob fell neatly around her shoulders, and her pink cashmere trench coat was cute and fashionable. She looked great.

In comparison, (Y/N) stood in her normal work attire: khaki pants and a polo-shirt, bundled up with a sweater and coat for layering. There was no dressing glamorous when working with animals. Who knew if she would be slobbered on, clawed at, peed around, or otherwise get dirty.

‘I probably look like a drowned rat!’ (Y/N) suppressed the urge to reach up and smooth down her hair.

“Busy as ever.” Taeyeon sighed, “I’m afraid it’s starting to show on my face.” Of course, it was just fake humility. They both knew she looked excellent. “I followed my dreams and moved to Busan to work a nice job at a news station for the last two years. Now I’m back in Seoul and I’ll be covering national events.”

“That’s awesome,” (Y/N) remembered when they would talk of their dreams together. Taeyeon had at first wanted to be a weather girl, but by graduation her sights were set much higher. “I’m not surprised.”

“What about you? What are you doing these days?” (Y/N) cringed inside, hoping they could politely go their separate ways after exchanging pleasantries. They hadn’t exactly parted ways on the best of terms… Once a painfully shy girl with a stutter, Taeyeon had hit it off for (Y/N), the class black sheep, in elementary school.

After all, they were both excluded in activities by their peers, or picked last, or avoided. Sensing a kindred spirit, (Y/N) eventually befriended Taeyeon, and they had stuck together from then on.

When her power surfaced for the first time, outside her father, Taeyeon was the first person she told. Months later anyway. Although they shared everything with no secrets between them, magic was not as usual anymore, and people who had it could face a variety of reactions from others. The last thing she wanted was for her closest friend to see her differently.

The guilt of hiding something from her unsuspecting best friend left a throbbing pain inside. When she finally felt ready to share the truth, Taeyeon had listened with fascination. Relieved that she no longer had to hide, (Y/N) never imagined the way it would all change when they reached high school…

“I’ve been…around. I work with animals.” She explained vaguely.

“Oh, that sounds like you,” Taeyeon giggled with a nod. “Same old (Y/N), huh?”

(Y/N) smiled weakly. “Yeah…same old me.” When could she be on her way? The longer she looked at Taeyeon the more she wanted to cry, all the memories rushing back. And that was not acceptable.

“Well. It was nice to see you,” Finally, that sounded like the end of a conversation if she ever heard one! “Maybe we could have a coffee date, catch up someti—”

Taeyeon stopped talking, mouth parting a little. (Y/N) quirked a brow, confused by her sudden awe. A large hand landing on her shoulder nearly made her jump, and she squealed, chopping at the stranger behind her, only to come face to face with a pair of bright blue eyes she had seen in her mind all week.

“T-Ta-Taehyung?” She breathed.

“(Y/N)!” The dog hybrid said, voice full of happiness. “I knew it was you. I told you it was, hyung.”

Jin and Hoseok were there too, both of them staring at her with surprise and then smiling. “How’s it going, (Y/N)?” Seokjin greeted, “Long time no see,”

“Y-Yeah,” (Y/N) was smiling so hard her cheeks hurt, almost forgetting all about Taeyeon still gawking behind her. “That’s crazy, running into you guys here.”

“We don’t normally shop here.” Hoseok admitted, “But the pup insisted,” he motioned to Taehyung.

“I told them this was a grocery store a lot of people go to on this side of the barrier, and maybe you shopped here too, so every time we need anything I ask to come here.”

(Y/N) gaped. “Y-You had no idea if I’d even be here tonight.”

“I had a feeling I’d get lucky,” he countered, pride twinkling in his eyes.

“U-Um,” Taeyeon shuffled into view, tugging at her coat. “You know them?”

She was looking at them like she was in the presence of celebrities, and it struck her then that they were all very good-looking. “Hi, I’m Choi Taeyeon.” Her former friend bowed.

Taehyung eyed her curiously, then turned to (Y/N), who shrugged uneasily. “I’m Taehyung.” He said. “Those are my hyungs,”

“Jin.” Seokjin nodded politely.

“Hoseok.” Hoseok put in.

Neither of them were acting as taken with Taeyeon as she was expecting. Since her transformation in high school, Taeyeon always had her pick of the boys wanting to date her.

“Well,” she fluffed her hair. “I’m an old friend of (Y/N)’s and I’m back in town for the first time in a few years. I was just suggesting we go for a coffee date, but maybe you’d like to join us?” She asked, her voice lowering into a subtle purr.

(Y/N) wanted to hide her face. All this and all she wanted was to get her ingredients and make dinner. Although she was over the moon that she happened to see the boys again.

“I’m sorry,” Seokjin apologized. “It’s not the best time for us to have social engagements. We recently had a death in the family and are still in mourning.”

“O-Oh!” Taeyeon gasped, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t…my condolences!” She slid a hand into her purse and took something out which she passed to (Y/N). A business card. “Let’s arrange something later (Y/N). I won’t hold you any longer.” She bowed, then waved with a cute smile at the boys. “Maybe some other time when things are better for you.”

(Y/N) blinked, hiding her surprise. When Taeyeon had finally walked away, it felt like all the tension went with her, and her shoulders slumped as she leaned into her shopping cart. “That was…exhausting,” she whispered, forgetting she was in the presence of beings with superior hearing.

“Yeah, we could hear your heart thumping a mile away.” Hoseok said sympathetically. “Are you alright.”

“Yes,” she said truthfully. “Now I am. Thank you.”

“Was she giving you a hard time?” Taehyung questioned.

“Not exactly…” (Y/N) thought of how to put it. “It’s just…we were old friends a long time ago and we parted ways not on the best of terms. I wasn’t expecting to see her here.”

“Friendships that end awkwardly can be tough,” Seokjin hummed. “Though it really is a pleasant surprise to run into you again. This one was sulking for days because he wanted to reach out to you but didn’t have your phone number.”

Taehyung reached into his hoodie, eyes bright and hopeful. “This time, can we exchange numbers?”

“Wait, really?” (Y/N) couldn’t believe it. He felt the same way she did. “You wouldn’t mind?”

“I told you that I like you, (Y/N).” The dog said patiently. “And Jiminie said you promised to be his friend, so why can’t you be mine too?” The accusing whine went straight to her heart, and before she knew it, she was handing him her phone.

Author’s Note: I promise Jungkook is a sweetheart. lol It’s just that he’s finally at the place in the mourning process where he comes up for air, and then there’s a big change shoved at him right away, so he’s a little overwhelmed and uncomfortable. And taking it out on (Y/N). Things do get better between her and our bunny boy (in time). Also a gentle reminder that if you change your handle, please let me know or me tagging you may not work! I tried my best, but some people’s blogs or gone or they just cannot be tagged now for some reason.

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bonny-kookoo · 1 year

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Jungkook:

Dont Play With Your Food

In which darkness drowns out the light again, and history repeats itself.

Tags/Warnings: HEAVY angst, Black Panther Hybrid!Jungkook, Bunny!Reader, hybrid trafficking, trauma, Dead Dove Do Not Eat

A/N: You all always want angst. Here you have angst.

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Bad dreams haunt you to this day.

You're stuck between other shivering hybrids, some young and some older, most crying or quietly whimpering to themselves- you included. It's dark, the steel of the trailer you've been tossed into together with the others rattling loudly with the movement of the truck driving somewhere you're not sure of. Everything smells like fear, so much so that it's making you almost nauseous.

You're desperately closing your eyes, pulling your ears down, but you don't wake up like you usually do. No- pulling your ears actually hurts. When you open your eyes, the scene is still going.

You're not dreaming.

So how did you get here?

It all happened so quickly. You've been slowly coming out of your shell more and more these days, an entire year after living with both Namjoon and Jungkook giving you the needed confidence and comfort to try and become more brave. So when Seokjin couldn't take on your regular checkup appointment, you didn't really have any problem going to a different doctor. Namjoon and Jungkook dropped you off at the Seoul Central Hybrid's medical center, promised to pick you up- but then, something went wrong, you name maybe got mixed up with someone else's? You're not entirely sure. All you know is that someone came to pick you up, yes- but it wasn't your owner, nor your mate, and in your still slightly tired out state from the local anesthetics, you couldn't really voice out the mistake to anybody.

And now, you're here. With no idea where you're going.

You don't know how long you've been in here- you know you've dozed off here and there because of absolute exhaustion, so at this point, there's no clear telling what exactly is happening around you. You're cold now, shivering horribly, even with all the other hybrids around you trying to include you in sharing warmth. There's a skinny penguin hybrid near you who pitifully tries to scoot closer- but he can't really seem to move his own body any longer either, survival instinct keeping him from getting any closer to you. The crying had also become more or less quiet and soft, most younger hybrids by now too exhausted to really complain vocally anymore.

You're hungry. Incredibly thirsty. You feel like dying.

Until the container doors open, and you're blinded, and too weak to really attempt at fighting back. You just let them pull you out by your leg, before you pass out into a dreamless sleep yet again- to awake back in a cage, back underground, history repeating itself again it feels like.

And back home, it's absolute chaos.

Namjoon has taken an emergency vacation from work and is currently talking to police for the second day in a row now- agitated that the search efforts lead nowhere it seems. You've vanished- no one wants to take accountability, neither the medical center nor the staff management there, and he also can't forget about the currently raging panther hybrid he still needs to take care of. Jungkook is pretty much ready to tear the house apart- he's more than just nervous, constantly jumpy at every noise, can't sit still, can't think clearly.

He keeps carrying your stuff around; clothes you've worn, stuffed animals you've scented, just to have at least a trace of you around at all times. He knows bothering Namjoon every second of the day isn't helping, so he tries to keep himself quiet. But he still can't help but listen in on small conversations his owner has here and there.

"What do you mean you can't do anything now?!" Namjoon barks into the telephone. "No, I realize that it's difficult, but- No, there has to be a way, try and contact them then!" He aggressively responds to someone on the line. "I.. alright. It's not like I can do anything else- yes, I will. Thank you." He sighs out, before he slaps his phone onto the kitchen counter, head falling into his hands.

He knows Jungkook is standing behind him. He can see him in the blurry reflection of the fridge, holding a green lizard plushy in his hand- one of your favorites, because it's soft, and it used to be Jungkooks in the first place before he gave it to you. "Did they find her?" He asks quietly, and Namjoon has to clear his throat to attempt speaking clearly.

"They found her collar in an empty container in Nagoya. The container had no valid identification, so it's assumed she's… been.. illegally shipped to japan for underground trading." Namjoon explains, waiting for his hybrid to say something- but he doesn't. So he says out loud what he doesn't want to hear himself. "They said right now, they can't proceed with any investigations. They have to.. send out requests, get permits for something- I don't know." He sighs.

"So she's gone." Jungkook silently states.

"She's not gone- we'll get her back." Namjoon promises, as he turns around; seeing his hybrid standing defeated clearly now, eyes dull and already swimming with emotions.

And instead of saying anything, Jungkook just.. leaves the room, and crawls underneath your blankets in your safety cage;

Surrounding himself with what's left of you for as long as it's still there.

#bts imagine #bts x reader #hybrid au #hybrid bts imagine #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook imagine #namjoon imagine #kim namjoon imagine #namjoon x reader #don't play with your food

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jinxhallows · 1 year

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Uninvited [ The Finale Part 2 ]

Uninvited. a short-ish series ft. Felix, Chan and Hyunjin (& a sprinkle of Jisung for a little razzle dazzle)

cw: 100% AU, afab reader, blood and gore descriptions, ritual self-bloodletting, supernatural creature themes/tropes, vampire theme/tropes, hybrid theme/tropes.

word count: 6.0k (woo dis a big boi!)

Part I - click here

Part II - click here

Part III (explicit content) - click here

Part IV - click here

Part V (explicit content) -click here

Part VI -click here

Part VII - click here

Part VIII - click here

Part IX - click here

Part X - click here

The Finale Pt. 1 - click here

-- SO IT HAS COME TO THIS. THE END OF THIS JOURNEY. I love each and everyone of you that took the time to read my story. This was so much fun! I really enjoy AU writing and supernatural tropes. Please be kind to yourselves ! <3

**taglist <3 (If I missed anyone let me know! it wasnt on purpose i tried to comb all my posts and make sure )

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The Final Chapter (Part Deux)

“Don’t peek!”

“I’m not peeking, I promise.”

“I don’t believe you.”

You press your fingers together firmly resting them against Chan’s eyes as you guide him past the large cardboard boxes that were stacked alongside the walls, a few sit on the floor in the middle of the bedroom. You’re penguin waddling behind him and end up almost tripping.

“Hey! You’re supposed to have hybrid coordination here!” You chide as he laughs.

“I’m a hybrid, I’m not Superman!”

You make a face, even though he can’t see it.

“What’s Superman got to do with your garbage coordination when your eyes are covered?”

Although Chan’s placement is perfect for the surprise, right in front of the bathroom sink and facing the mirror; he can’t help the dismay at your question and he grasps your wrist, slowly removing your hands as he turns to face you.

“You don’t know Superman has x-ray vision?” He almost looks hilariously disgusted with you.

“Syu-puh-man yourself into the mirror and look at all my hard work!” You mock as you spin him by his shoulders to the sink.

“Are you making fun of my acc--” Chan finally faces the mirror, but pauses instantaneously, barely recognizing the beast reflected in front of him. He hadn’t had such dark hair in ages.

“Do you love it?” You say with a wide grin.

“Little witch I--” he runs his fingers through the deep brown, black hair. It was textured in its naturally wavy state after being freshly washed and towel dried.

“It's been so long... I love it.” He shakes his shaggy hair out, his bangs falling perfectly on his forehead. He looks so innocent and unsuspecting like this, especially with his new color. “Do you know how difficult it was to keep that blue? God...” he scoffs, and you giggle as he wraps his arms around you. He’s wearing dark pajama pants, and you’re comfortable in an oversized gray tee and an extra pair of his sweatpants.

“Well, you’re welcome.” You smile as his embrace tightens and he kisses your lips once, twice, before nuzzling his nose into the fine hairs that had escaped the front of your scarf, right by your ear. His breath tickles your jaw and neck.

“God I’m so glad you’re back.” he murmurs into your skin.

You can hear the pain in his voice. The whole lot of you were traumatized from the entire ordeal. Others carried this weight near-seamlessly; Hyunjin being at the top of that list if it were to be listed from best to worst at displaying a false mask of composure and balance.

It had been a little over a week since you and Jisung made it back from purgatory. Other than the gaps in knowledge that Hyunjin had about modern living, he appeared to be coping alright. He remained to himself, or in Felix’s study.

The next best person at hiding their trauma was, you guessed it, Felix.

He isolated himself, so he only truly had to keep his cool for brief moments in the company of others. You two had a few private conversations over the last few days. Sometimes, you’d notice his eyes glass over as he would disassociate. When asked about it, he would firmly insist he was alright and just dealing with the emotional aftermath of the incident, in such a self-aware way, that it would easily ward off any further intrusive questions.

Chan was where the scale began to tilt. Not only was he coping with the situation in his own, unique manner---he was also coping with the fact that he was going to be a father, in the most impossible of ways, and he was feeling all sorts of emotions he hadn’t felt in an extremely long time; and quite a few he had never felt at all prior to now.

It was Chan who pioneered the decision for them to move out of the estate they had been on for hundreds and hundreds of years. Through an old mutual supernatural friend of he and Jisung, they had secured a home on several acres about 4 hours away. Chan agreed to it right away, without even viewing it. He simply wanted to uproot the household and mask their whereabouts as swiftly as he could.

As far as he was concerned, you all could collectively figure out a forever home after the child arrived. The safety of all was his top priority.

He kept his ability to bring the spirits of others up, but he barely honored his daytime deaths, instead opting to stay up and vigilant. The events were trying on his psyche, and sometimes he would break, at night. You’d hear him crying, softly; sometimes you would feel what felt like a kick in your stomach (though according to mortal fetal development cycles, you were far too early to be experiencing such phenomena). It would wake you from your slumber and you’d sluggishly crawl across the bed to where he sat on the edge. You would wrap your arms around him, and hug him tightly, kissing the back of his head as he cried. Oftentimes you would cry too, but you would bite back your sobs, your nose pressed against his silken hair as you’d grip him tighter still.

Not only was Jisung’s ability to conjure severely affected by crossing the lines between the dead and the living an added time—he was experiencing a strange bout of dizzy and fainting spells that Felix was still trying to get to the bottom of. Until he was back to his full health, Chan didn’t feel comfortable allowing him to be alone at his home. Without the level of conjure he held prior, Felix also noted that the protection around the perimeter of his home might have new vulnerabilities.

Jisung refused to leave the guest room unless it was necessary. He felt extremely vulnerable the way he currently was and busied himself sick trying to find a solution alongside Felix.

You hadn’t escaped psychologically Scot free yourself. You suffered from nightmares of an unknown origin that you were trying to keep under wraps from the others. When Chan would ask why some days you would wake up in fear, nearly springing from the sheets, you simply blamed it on PTSD; which was half true.

The other half of the truth was that in the nightmares, you couldn’t see much, it was as if you had been blindfolded. You always heard the same two muffled voices, but it never became clear enough to decipher. What was ingrained deep within you from the visions was the fear and hopelessness that you felt. It was as if everyone had abandoned you, all at once. The darkness was overwhelming and began to make you feel so trapped you’d grow sick to your stomach, oftentimes, the nausea carrying over into your waking life.

Today was no exception. At the break of Dawn, you feel yourself growing groggy. You had been more tired than usual, but of course, this was how things went for pregnant women, right? It didn’t feel misaligned, the symptoms you carried. You fall asleep, feeling the peace of your body being put to rest. Yet what feels like only mere moments later, you blink your eyes open and see darkness.

You feel the rough fabric that’s tied tightly over your eyes. Your heart rate quickens, and you strain to hear the exchange of voices happening right in front of you.

‘...onl...ay’

‘br...a...store....power’

You capture a full word for the first time since your nightmares began.

Power

---

You end up getting a bit more rest than you had expected, which was a welcome recharge to your system. You don’t mention the context of your nightmares, or the full word you managed to catch last night. It would only make Chan more protective, Felix more curious, Hyunjin more stressed, and Jisung more terrified. You could tell everyone, hell even yourself included, were waiting for the other shoe to drop. Chan had told you in the entirety of his life, he’s never felt safe, things have never been normal. Ever.

So, for now, you keep your mouth shut and enjoy the cool, night breeze on your face as you have your passenger side window rolled down. You smell the Northeastern Atlantic Ocean shores, only yards away, the moonlight reflecting off the moving water. As Chan drives further, the tree line gives you brief glimpses of the ocean, but it’s clear, you’re heading far in the opposite direction of it. The forestry thickens and you soon smell damp moss and rotting wood more than the coastal sealine.

Hyunjin is sitting in the backseat, also staring out the window, his facial expression blank. He couldn’t shake off the feeling of being trapped in a world he didn’t understand.

“So, this is it? This is where we’re going to live?” Hyunjin asks, with a hint of sarcasm.

Felix, who’s sitting alongside Hyunjin in the roomy SUV, speaks up. “It’s a roof over our heads. It’s a start.” He replies coolly.

“We’ll make it work, Hyunjin.” Chan says, glancing in the rearview mirror at his fire-haired brother. “We always do.”

“We’re a family. We’ll figure it out, together.” You add softly.

Hyunjin doesn’t reply, but the tension in his shoulders relaxes slightly. You all drive in silence for a while, each lost in your own thoughts.

Finally, Chan breaks the silence as the car slows down on the dirt road. “We’ve been through a lot, but we’re all here now. We’re going to make a new life for ourselves. We don’t really have a choice but to move forward now. “

“Anyway then, here we are.” Chan twists the keys in the ignition and the low rumbling of the engine stops. It’s so silent, you could hear a pin drop at least a mile away. You lean forward, glimpsing the large, Victorian style dwellings. Your eyes are immediately drawn to the thick vines that seem to be growing out of every crevice. The moonlight casts an eerie glow on the overgrown plants, making the house seem almost...alive.

You can feel the discomfort in the car as Chan, who was driving, and Jisung, who’s in the backseat, exchange a look of concern. You can see the dust on the windows and the cobwebs in the corners of the house.

As you step out the car with everyone else, you can’t shake off the feeling of unease. The house seems ancient, and it’s clear that it hasn’t been lived in for a long time; but Chan and Jisung’s friend had assured them that it’s a safe location, and you trust them.

You try to put your feelings aside and focus on the task at hand, but as you walk up the creaky front steps, you can’t help but wonder what kind of secrets this old house holds. Chan wriggles the knob, expecting it to open, but to no avail.

“Hold on.” Jisung emerges, wrapping his slender fingers around the rusted knob. Without turning, you can hear the locks inside of the door turn slowly, as if there was someone on the other side. The way it opens, dust falling from the frame, you begin to second guess this decision to yourself once more.

“There’s no way you sprung me to live like this...” Hyunjin says, walking inside and glancing at the peeling paint on the walls. The rooms are large and empty, with no furniture anywhere. The floors are wooden, and a dark, cocoa color.

“Brother, we’ve lived in worse.” Chan says, his hands in his pockets as he walks forward, looking up and surveying the large chandelier that hovers in the foyer. He looks down at the rug underneath his feet and taps the spot with his toe.

“This is a recipe for a D-List horror movie accident just waiting to happen.” He notes as you join him underneath, slipping your arms around his waist, squeezing the fabric of his fleece jacket between your fingers as you also look up at the chandelier.

“It's almost a full moon.” You say with a grin, kissing him and moving on to explore the rest of the house yourself.

“Yeah?” Chan follows behind you, now that you’ve piqued his interest.

“Yeah, you get really paranoid about things the closer it gets, I’ve noticed....” Your voice trails off as you run your hand over an old hallway display cabinet. Dust clings effortlessly to your fingers, and you brush them against one another to scatter it away.

“You don’t think there’s any way Edith could like...come back, for me...or the baby, or anything, right?” You blurt.

Chan’s brow furrows. “No. We sealed her soul in purgatory, little witch why—does this have to do with your nightmares?” Chan’s gears begin to shift as he puts two and two together.

“No! I--” You look around before lowering your voice, “No, I’m just still afraid. Can you blame me? I barely got out alive, and now I have to keep myself and this...thing alive--”

“This thing? That’s my child that’s...our child.” Chan’s voice softens. He realizes his fuse is shorter around the Full Moon and tries to maintain control. He normally doesn’t let it slip, but he was feeling out of sorts the last few days. “You let me worry about keeping you, and our child, alive.”

You’re a little taken aback at his tone, but you blame it on the oncoming Full Moon. The last one didn’t go as well as it should have, and after everything, his body and emotions were tense. He seems to notice the shift in your demeanor and runs his fingers through his dark hair, now styled back slick and straight. He sighs as he places both hands firmly on your upper arms.

“All of this, its gonna take some getting used to for me, for you, for everyone here. She could be a vampire, a witch, a wolf, or all three. My father was a hybrid, and I came out as a wolf. There’s no rhyme or reason to this it's just...a wildcard, really. It’s a wildcard. I feel like I’ve been given a second chance to get it right this time.”

You can feel the neediness in his voice, you see his eyes, begging, pleading for you to understand him, to validate his reasoning, experience and existence.

Your big, bad wolf.

“Did you say...she?” You tease.

He’s caught off guard as you laugh at his expression.

“Did I? I said she? Did I really?” He asks in disbelief. “I didn’t even notice.”

“Do you want a little girl? Do you think you can handle that?” You say with a cheeky grin.

“No, absolutely not! That’s why I can’t believe I said it!” He touches his lips and looks at his fingers, as if the answer would be splayed on the tips.

“Hey lovebirds, it’d be nice to have some hybrid strength for some of these boxes, yeah?” Jisung slaps the doorframe that he’s looking out from behind as he hoists his box higher against his body to get a better grip. He takes it into the living room and sets it among the other boxes that Felix and Hyunjin had managed to use their unnatural speed to build up.

They didn’t bring everything from the old house, only enough to be able to live comfortably for a little while. The family estate was in their name and would always stand where it was built; but that area couldn’t be considered secure. People over the centuries had been guests, although there had been no disturbances, folks in certain circles close enough knew where they laid themselves to rest.

You were barely pregnant, and certainly felt strong enough to help. Your speed wasn’t up to par like theirs, nor was your coordination, but you had little boosts every now and again. You glance into the trailer attached to Chan’s truck. Figuring out that you could carry a box or two, you grasp one and make your way back up the creaky stairs and into your new home.

Chan’s about to approach you, to chastise you for doing too much, when Felix stops his brother, arm across his chest.

“Let her do something for herself, you can’t control everything, brother.” The white-haired vampire murmurs in an intimate tone. “You’ll drive yourself mad trying and drive her away in the process.”

Chan takes a few steps back, watching as you set the box down in the middle of the room and stand up, feeling more winded than you usually were. You shake it off and head back outside to join the others.

“I can’t escape the notion that something isn’t right, brother.”

Chan crosses his arms across his chest, the sleeves of his deep navy fleece jacket rolled up to his elbows as he stands beside Felix, near the staircase in the foyer. Hyunjin zips back and forth so fast, only the sound of his rustling clothing and dropping boxes can be heard. Jisung is struggling to carry heavier boxes, to get you to not worry about them. You find yourself stumbling along Jisung, trying to capture the other end of the boxes that were too heavy for him alone to conquer.

Felix watches everyone too, his arm resting against the wooden, curled start of the banister.

He wants desperately to disagree; but the brothers knew how their undead lives worked. Now they had a pregnant witch descendant of one of the most powerful clans in the world in their midst.

Felix chews the inside of his lower lip as his brain begins spinning the webs it always spun when it came to strategizing. He answers his brother, barely above a whisper.

“It’s not.”

Chan glances over his shoulder at his younger, pureblooded vampire brother. “Has something been ailing you?”

“The bloodlust.” Felix never takes his eyes off you all milling about, despite Chan boring holes into the side of his skull. “Normally I keep myself well fed, the blood of a witch, the blood of your little witch, it’s tempting but...” Felix’s gaze breaks as he glances down at the floor. His index and thumb rub against one another anxiously.

“The reason Hyunjin and I have stayed out of the way isn’t because of what happened. Well maybe, possibly for him but the bloodlust, it just feels almost out of my--”

“Shit!”

You wince, ripping back your hand from the edge of the box where you had just accidentally sliced the side of your palm with the box cutter. The box cutter clatters to the ground as you grip your wrist, sucking in air through your teeth. You’re pinned suddenly to the ground and look up to see Hyunjin’s eyes, an emblazoned amber, his sclera an ugly shade of blood red as he breathes heavily.

There’s no time to embody enough strength to let out a terrifying scream, as Hyunjin's body is violently propelled across the room and Chan is kneeling beside you, breaking the skin on his wrist and lifting your head enough to feed you his blood. You drink, chest still heaving with adrenaline as you observe Felix, holding Hyunjin up by his fingers tightly enclosed around his throat as the youngest brother thrashes against the wall. The wound on the side of your palm closes itself up as you close your eyes from the sights of it all and continue drinking.

Jisung’s hand lay against Hyunjin’s forehead like a priest performing an exorcism. With nothing but pure, ancient magick, Jisung sends a voltage-like stream of energy through Hyunjin that immobilizes and renders him unconscious; and afterwards, he crumples to the ground, powerless. Felix flits away in the blink of an eye, Hyunjin over his shoulder.

As Chan is overseeing everything and allowing you to heal, he suddenly feels a sharp stab from your mouth.

“Hey, hold on a sec...” He coaxes you from the blood spilling from his wrist, and he looks closer at your teeth, covered in blood and saliva, as you breathe heavily from the consumption of power. The tips of your canines were thinner, with a sharper tip. You had felt overwhelmingly in need of his blood for a while now, and you didn’t know what cravings you were dealing with until you had tasted it like this once more. You were dizzy with how good it felt. It soothed a need inside of you.

“Your teeth, little witch--” Chan says in disbelief and concern as he glances over to Jisung, still unconscious on the floor. In a split-second decision, Chan crawls quickly over to Jisung, placing his head into his lap and re-opening his wrist wound to feed Jisung and hopefully bring him back. You’re busy licking the blood from off your lips and fingers as you quietly watch them. You feel feral, but not in a good way. You feel impulsive, and your emotions are now rising to an uncomfortable place.

Jisung stirs awake groggily, coughing and spitting the excess blood on the floor as he pushes himself up to sit and look around, regaining his breath once more.

“Shit how long was I out for?” he asks Chan as he’s helped back up to his feet.

“A minute, maybe two at most.”

“What the hell was that? That wasn’t normal bloodlust, veins were popping out of his skull, he was being consumed by something else entirely.”

It's just like Jisung getting back to normal immediately after falling unconscious.

“It could be because of the baby, or how long he’s been in purgatory Jisung, I don’t know.” Chan drops his hands to his side in confused exasperation as he kneels next to you, helping you to your feet. Your carnal desires had weakened just a bit now that the aftershocks were settling in. You feel the fuzziness in your brain returning to clarity once more.

Felix is coming back down the stairs, and the four of you gather in the living room. He wipes blood from his fingers with his handkerchief as if it were a kitchen condiment.

“Little Witch, I need you to be honest with me, yeah?” Felix asks, looking directly into your eyes. “Have you experienced anything strange, or off since you’ve been back? Any foreboding feeling, visions, nightmares, hallucinations, cravings?”

You instinctively want to start out by lying, but with Felix’s ability to sense the shifts in your circulatory system; and Chan’s capability to literally smell your fear, you answer honestly.

“I’ve been having trouble controlling my powers and experiencing intense mood swings,” you admit, wringing your hands nervously. “I keep dreaming about being held hostage and hearing voices, last night they said ‘Power’. And to top it off, I’ve been having these cravings, like...I need to consume something that I know I shouldn’t.”

Chan doesn’t add that he witnessed fang like projections from your canines earlier. He decides to leave the others in the dark about it. You’re grateful, unaware of what it could mean for you.

Felix and the others exchange a look of concern, knowing the implications of what you just revealed. They were all well-aware of the dangers that came with pregnancy for a witch, especially when the witch in question was carrying a child of an unknown species.

“We need to keep a close eye on you, Little Witch,” Chan says firmly, his arm coming behind your waist from the side to pull you in. “We need to make sure that you and the baby are safe.”

“I don’t feel safe in an unprotected house, no matter what Minho told us.” Jisung says as he walks around the perimeter of the living room, observing the cracks in the walls, little scratches here and there.

Minho...

That was the first time you’ve ever heard that name before.

“He’s all the way in Russia, I don’t even know why you involved him in our mess.” Felix retorts. He’s now extremely cautious about what family friends they decide to include so closely into their lives. Anyone who joined them were at risk of death in any number of gruesome ways with the danger they attracted.

“You know the Lee family has safeguard housing up and down the East Coast, who else could deliver us enchanted real estate in a week’s time? Besides,”

Chan looks around, “Now nobody in America knows where we live.”

-----

The night before the Full Moon, the night of the Waxing Gibbous moon, progresses, and Jisung is busy using as much of his power reserve as possible to help with protection incantations and conjure to at the very least, make you all undetectable for a solid 3 weeks. With some rest, he could add catch-em's throughout the woods, to signal if anyone was encroaching upon them, and trap them until someone could investigate.

Three weeks would allow the brothers the time to procure a witch of substantial power to drain for the purposes of Felix and Hyunjin helping Jisung to finish the task. You didn’t allow yourself to use unnecessary magick until you could figure out what was going on with your body.

The energy of tomorrow’s Full Moon hangs heavily in the air, which was causing your powers to become increasingly volatile.

It turns out that you weren’t the only one becoming volatile.

The next night, you experienced not one nightmare.

Nothing.

In fact, you sleep quite well, the best you have had in ages. The large, four post bed in the room you and Chan chose is old, with its elaborate gold metal headframe but didn’t have a foul smell and had been covered with plastic. When you further examined the 6, close to 7-bedroom house, you discovered some rooms were furnished, and others left bare.

The loud bangs and clattering were what startled you awoke, followed by muffled voices yelling argumentatively. This house isn't as modernized as the former. The thick, heavy curtains that blocked out sunlight did the same for the moon and stars, unless you physically drew them back. The old place had fancy electronic drapes that rose and fell at the precise moment of sunrise and sunset.

You reach out and turn the bedside lamp on, rubbing your eyes as you stumble over to the curtains and draw them. The moon hangs high in the sky, big and full. You ran to the top of the stairs, clenching your robe closed, as you had little time to get yourself together.

Underneath the central chandelier in the foyer was the large wolf with fur blacker than souls that stir in the dead of night. Scraps of fabric were strewn on the floor, along with quite a fair amount of blood spattered along the walls and carpet. The wolf crouches down, readying for a predatory launch.

“Chan!” You shriek impulsively, covering your mouth when his yellow eyes snap at you, standing atop the staircase. He growls, a snarl from deep inside of his chest, and then he blows air from his nose, almost like a sneeze, backing up two paces with a whine before he’s off, out the broken front door at a speed far faster than an average wolf could manage, and into the night.

You run down the stairs and out onto the porch, but to no avail, he’s already out of your sight. The sounds of coughing and boards falling and creaking are what alert you to Hyunjin as he climbs out of the hole in the front porch, shaking the crumbled dirt and dust from his crimson locks and brushing his plum-colored button up, tucked into his black slacks.

“Well, that was a very rude way to say ‘no’.” he tilts his head to the right ever so slightly, and you wince from the crack that results from the realignment of his spine. “I guess I forgot how strong he was.” he murmurs to himself as he adjusts the cuffs of his sleeve around his wrist.

“Hyunjin, what the fuck happened to you last night? You nearly killed me, and the baby!” Your anger explodes in that moment, but didn’t you have every reason to? If bringing Hyunjin back means you were in more danger than before then maybe you were the only one capable of doing something about it...

You stop in your tracks from approaching him and physically shake your head to get rid of those awful thoughts.

You didn’t mean that.

Why did that even come up intrusively into your mind?

“You’re feeling it too, aren’t you, pretty witch?” Hyunjin hasn’t flinched from his spot, simply placing his hand into his pocket. He looks amused. “I’ve never seen you so fired up like this before. I kind of like it on you--”

You take in your breath and hold it to stop yourself from saying something impulsive.

“Hyunjin, think about what Chan can do to you, and magnify it by 300, I will wear your fucking insides as mardi gras beads if you don’t tell me what the fuck is going on—right—now.”

“You don’t have to sweet talk me that like to get information out of me, besides, I don’t know what the fuck is going on, alright? Christophe seemed to have transformed against his will and now he’s God knows where in this area none of us know anything about.” Hyunjin says crossly with his unique sarcasm.

“And I didn’t attack you on purpose, alright?” his demeanor shifts as he glances away, and you sense a little...worry? Sadness?

“I keep having these fucking...flashbacks of being sealed away. Those first few hundred years...I fought every, single moment I breathed. I – I bled out so many times, and would black out, only to come back impossibly weaker—forced to fight again, and again--”

“Hyunjin, I--”

You wordlessly bring him into a hug and his body stiffens at first, he doesn’t reciprocate.

“Pretty witch I can’t--”

His hands come up to embrace you in return.

“Pretty w-witch--”

His hands are quivering on your back, and you feel wetness seeping into your shoulder that makes you pull back and see the saliva dripping down his jaw, his fangs full and bright, needle sharp, just like Felix’s as he fixes his stare blankly ahead at nothing, his body beginning to slowly rock. He looks like he’s fighting a possession.

“Run.”

You take off down the porch stairs and into the woods.

You glance back as you run, the robe catching on the tree and ripping from your body. You manage not to stumble, but as you’re not paying attention, the remains of a hollow dead tree strike a gash in your shin that makes you cry out, hunched over, trying to keep some distance between you and whatever these wild creatures that you knew as close friends, family even, had become. This wasn’t them. You had to be hallucinating. You were in some nightmare. You stand to your feet again and come face to face with Felix’s hungry eyes.

“Are we playing a game, little witch?” he asks in a lively manner, with a disarming show of his teeth in an innocent grin.

“I win.”

Felix’s lips close, then turning into a smile that reaches his eyes, before he grips you up, his lips pressing against your neck, your pulse racing as you squirm against him, trying to manifest your strengths, your capabilities, your power.

“You smell like pure moonlight.” He says after taking a big whiff of your skin before you feel needlepoint fangs puncture your artery while you feel an icy heat emerge from your fingertips and onto his thigh that you were gripping behind your body. Felix yelps in pain, mutters mumbled profanity, and you hear the breeze through the branches as he disappears into the night.

You’re gripping your neck as its spurting blood all over the ground beneath you and you fall to your knees. You want to be strong; you want to cry out for help, but you blackout from the blood loss and pain from the venom, your body hitting the forest floor.

-------

“--manifesting differently in all of us--”

“-- dead!”

“--sealed her soul, you didn’t--”

You groan as you groggily open your eyes to see yourself back in the four-post bed of your room.

“She’s awake.” Chan exclaims at your bedside. You tilt your head to look at him and then sit up a little more.

He’s all human. All there. He’s cleaned up and well-dressed, which was a stark contrast to the beast you laid eyes on before you passed out.

You passed out.

You touch the side of your neck, but feel the skin totally healed. You move your head back and forth and feel no pain before you spot Felix sitting at the foot of your bed. Jisung is seated at an old desk to the right. Hyunjin is leaning against the window, staring up at the moon that continued its cycle regardless of what happened down here. It's a waning gibbous; at least the energy of the full moon had passed. You feel calmer, and the energy between the boys is subdued.

“Good, you’re awake.” Felix says as he lifts his head to look at you.

“First of all, about last night—I lost control of myself in ways I haven’t felt in hundreds of years. I can only remember what even happened through Jisung bringing my memories back. The last thing I remembered was Jisung and I in the woods, figuring out the lay of the land, and then, I smelled blood...I didn’t just, smell blood, I heard voices in my head. Collective voices like a swarm of bees, all telling me to follow it. The entire time I was fighting impulse and I couldn’t stop myself. I remember feeling a stabbing pain in my leg, and I tasted your blood on my lips and ran as far as I could with what little control I had.”

You listen to him, remembering what you could of the chilling events that occurred last night. The way he smiled at you, so friendly, so unassumingly, he could’ve taken candy from a baby with no consequence. This was only moments before he ripped a hole in your carotid artery.

“I’m sorry.” He murmurs.

“At least I gave her a warning.” Hyunjin shrugs as he continues to watch the trees blow in the wind.

“You call telling her to run headfirst into her death a warning?!” Chan snaps as he stands up, the chair he’s in scraping back against the floor with the haste of his aggressive movement.

You remember the conversation you had with Hyunjin last night before he told you to run, and you tug at Chan’s hand, shaking your head, signaling for him to stand down. He sighs as he reaches between his legs to pull the chair back and sits back down.

“How are you feeling? Is anything different?” Chan asks.

He wants to know about the baby.

“I’ve never been pregnant before but, I feel okay—a little tired but, nothing too crazy.” You grunt as you push yourself all the way up. “I guess this is what you meant by us never being safe, huh?”

Chan exchanges a glance with Felix, who stands to his feet.

“I don’t think there was a way to prevent this from happening, I don’t even know how it all works yet....”

You cling to each word as Felix speaks.

“I have a theory that Edith had a counterspell on her earthly remains. If they were ever to be destroyed, a curse is set loose to reign hellfire on those responsible, bringing out the worst in all of us. I don’t feel it at all today, neither do any of the rest of us. It must somehow work with the Full Moon.”

“Meaning its wolf-based?”

“There are other important things that happen during the Full Moon that don’t involve us.”

“I knew it! I knew she wasn’t gone!” You shove the blankets off of you as you stand up in anger, interrupting their discussion. You look at Chan. “You told me she was gone, you told me there was no way she could come back--”

“She is gone, and she won’t come back.” Hyunjin’s voice cuts between the room’s tension.

“If we can break the curse.”

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r0-boat · 5 months

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I had an idea earlier, and I forgot if anyone else has said something like this, but what if like, us the reader can understand the bee hybrid twins’ buzzing? Like Emmet could say the lewdest things, we’d be fanning ourselves, and an onlooker would only process Emmet saying “Buzz buzz buzz”. Or even better, if they communicate through dancing like bees do. I’d enjoy doing the Club Penguin Dance-vv-.

Absolutely understand buzzing especially after consuming Royal Honey since they are more sensitive to pheromones changes.

For dancing tho? I have a different idea!

They probably still do dance to communicate in a sort of way but since these are evolved bees they probably dance us a form of more intimate relationship like courtship or expressing feelings of excitement or happiness.

Expressing their emotions by moving their bodies when you try to dance they're mesmerized. Even if you have two left feet, they can't help but coo at your attempts, clap, and cheer you on. They are at least somewhat aware that humans don't think the dance is as entwined with emotion as they are. However, they believe dances from humans are as magnificent as the work of Bee hybrids.

I could see a courtship dance as a confession of love however, if it were like that, then I'm afraid the Royals' time will always be full of watching their workers dance for them, lol!

So perhaps it would be for special occasions only, perhaps someone on one spicy dance from a drone or maybe a king? 😳

#ro.chatting #Beehybridgearstation #Beegearstationau #Submas

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going-to-ikea-for-the-fries · 28 days

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Galapagos penguin hybrid! Reader going around and gifting the team rocks; hoping that they'll take it for the nest.

Reader goes around and tries climbing random shit, probably falls a few times but it's pretty impressive what their climbing (Hint, not just rocks;).)

Reader sometimes will arrange rocks in a circle, and just sit down in the middle of it. (Wants to protect the nonexistent babies; some rookie put fake eggs in the circle and it's fucking with their head).

Reader occasionally leaves for undetermined amounts of time, comes back with fish. (Literally nobody knows how they do it, they once brought back fish while they were in a fucking desert with no water around for literal miles.)

~ Spooky

Also, y'all can make requests on what kinda hybrids. Or anything else.

Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh 👀

Not the fish in the desert-

Reader's the first person to find an actual real-life oasis and uses it for fish LMAO

#asks #spooky anon #hybrid reader headcanons by my anons

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read-weep-repeat · 1 year

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HI!;!2$28: ITS ME AGAIN <3 the anon from the vampy boys ask <3 ( please can i be 🎀 anon if it’s not taken? )

AND IM BACK BUT W MY OWN HCS FOR HYBRID BOYS AND BABYSPACE READER <3333

joonie would walk alongside her as he took her to a littles only session of the local playarea! he has to make sure his baby doesn't get hurt 24/7 ( the playarea is a 30 second walk from their house )!

bearyjinnie and standing on his hind legs with her while she’s in babyspace, trying to teach her to walk 🥺. and when she does eventually stand, they try to push eachother over ( like polar bears do ). jin is so scared to hurt her he hardly touches her and lets his cub push him over <3

yoongles and always laying on his back around her, trusting her enough to show his stomach <3. ( i’d think he’d be a puma or something instead of a normal cat! pumas are just so yoongi idk ). mewling to her like a kitten as she babbles something across the lines of “kitty cat!“ bc hes totally not an apex predator, he’s a kitty cat.

HOBI JUMPING ON HER 24/7. LICKING HER FACE TO HEAR HER GIGGLE AND LAUGH!,!::;$$ he brings her squeaky toys to chew on, but she gets scared everytime they actually squeak :(( so he buries them all and next time he goes out to get new toys, he makes sure none of them make noise <3

KITTYMIN purring and slowly blinking at her, trying to say "ilysm🫶", but baby thinks theres something in his eyes, and wipes his eyes 'gently' ( but shes a baby so, yknow ☹️ ), making jimin meow loudly in discomfort and everyone else laughing at him

taefox rubbing their noses together and happily yipping everytime she does it back <3 he'd also cuddle with her under piles and piles of blankets to "preserve heat" (its the hottest day of the year)

JUNGBUNNY RUBBING HIMSELF AGAINST HER ALLLL THEEE TIME. making sure she knows her fluffy bunny is there always!!!! standing on his hind legs whenever she gurgles "bunny stand!". he's willing to do anything she says <3

all of them hating whenever she's in a big headspace, so they force her to be a baby by putting her pacifier in her mouth and treating her naturally how they would treat their young. it works every time!

Hi!! Yes, you definitely can be!

Joonie being so intimidating when they go on walks!! omg. He'd be her scary ass escort that's smiling at her giggling and growling at dogs that come too close.

AWWW FAKE PUSH FIGHTS!! He'd just barely brush her with his fuzzy paws and dramatically fall back. I think there would be a time where to push him down, mc hugs him and hes so surprised that they both fall back together.

Also the trying to teach her to walk makes me think of the possibility of penguin! hybrid jimin (yes he's a tabby cat rn but the idea is just so cute) Penguins put their babys feet on top of theirs to teach them to walk, and imagine jimin doing it with mc!! he'd be so happy to be fufilling his more primal urge to care for her, and would gush over her excited giggles as daddy helps her walk.

You're right! He's a black panther hybrid. He'd be so soft for her. He's definitely not a big scary predator, he's her kitty kat that purrs and shows her his stomach anytime shes near. I can imagine him stalking into her room in his shifted form, looking all scary and intense, just to immediately flop onto his back when he's close enough for her to reach down and pet his stomach.

OMG HIM BURYING THE SCARY TOYS!! that's so cute. 🥺 mc would be so confused when she's big, asking where all his toys are, and he'd just smile and go "They scared my baby, so I buried them." (She'd be so touched that he did that for her, and equally embarassed that she was so scared.) He'd definitely make her go to the pet store with him when she's little, just to be completely sure that all toys are baby approved.

awww poor Minnie, just trying to tell his baby how much he loves her and gets a eyeful of fingers. They'd all find it funny as fuck, until baby starts wailing cause she hurt her kitty :( He'd have to curl up in her arms and lick at her fingers to make her stop crying.

He so would!! he needs to let out his affections for her, and the reciprocation of his more animalistic forms of affection just scratch an itch that human affection can't. He'd drag her into his little makeshift den (gently of course) and nip at the hands of any of the boys who reach into it. Can't they see that he's gettting her comfortable? so rude.

jungkook following little her around in bunny and human form, doing whatever she so cutely asks him to. :(( Making himself known with soft headbutts and chirps when she calls out for her bunny. He'd respond to her so much in bunny form that even in human form his head snaps around when she says anything close to "bunny."

While I don't think they hate her big headspace (they love all of them) they do definitely have times where her little space is just so endearing that they want to induce it. Putting her paci in her mouth, only respoding to childish speech, stopping her from doing things because she's "too little", only treating her like their young, etc. are all things they would do to get and keep her in littlespace. 100% success rate.

#rich mc #🎀 anon

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honey-minded-hivemind · 1 month

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For the 🐾Animal Witch🔮 AU, What Animal Hybrid Would Y'all Possibly Like Reader To Be??

For mammals, there are cats, dogs, foxes, bears, opossums, goats, sheep, deer, cows, mice, rabbits, squirrels, chipmunks, minks, ferrets, raccoons, badgers, martins, seals, sugar gliders, bats, etc. ...

For birds, there are owls, cardinals, crows, ravens, peafowl, hummingbirds, kiwis, hawks, parakeets, budgies, swans, doves, magpies, cranes, seagulls, penguins, orioles, titmice, bluebirds, etc. ...

For amphibians, there are salamanders, frogs, toads, axolotls, and newts...

For reptiles, there are snakes, turtles, tortoises, geckos, lizards, monitors, komodo dragons, tuataras, etc. ...

For fish, there are eels, tangs, angelfish, dories, pufferfish, remoras, sharks, clownfish, octopi, squids, cuttlefish, lionfish, bettas, etc. ...

For insects, there are bees, wasps, hornets, moths, butterflies, beetles, crickets, katydids, cicadas, mantises, dragonflies, etc. ... Not to mention the arachnids, such as spiders and scorpions...

Even mythical creatures, like sirens and mermaids and dragons and hydras and kitsunes and unicorns and alicorns!

So the possibilities are endless!

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere xmen #🐾animal witch🔮 au

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yxami · 1 year

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I was thinking of a harpy eagle man, just a stupid idea. I honestly intended it to be way shorter.

description: yandere harpy hybrid, macaw hybrid reader, gender neutral reader, predator and prey dynamic, he was mean at first then turned into a big soft giant as much as a yandere with possessive tendencies can have, my favorite animals are cats, penguins, dogs, and monkeys, what about you guys?

Koa has yet to find a mate, seasons have passed and he can’t help but grow more and more saddened with no mate. He has tried to court other female harpy’s but they all seemed intimidated by his size, preferring a mate with less scary looks. He was big, young, and had white hair with prominent gray highlights. Maybe it was also his talons, or his big brown eyes that always seemed to glare at something.

He didn’t understand why he was deemed unfit for a mate. Weren’t harpy’s supposed to go for a big mate that could protect the nest? His heart hurt every-time he was shunned for trying to court a potential partner.

Now Koa was just sat in his own nest, empty and alone. He was still in his prime young age, but if this continued on, he would be too old for a mate by then! Harpies mated for life, what if there was no more available people by the time he gets the chance?

His wings showed discomfort with that idea, having no mate was like a doomed fate of death. His feathers puffed up to keep him warm from the cold winds, he scanned around. Maybe he could find something to eat to distract his mind.

He swooped down onto a much smaller tree, looking around for a tasty snack. He found something much better when he set his sights on you. A colorful bird, one that was enjoyable to eat. A macaw!

You were destined to be a whole meal! He hadn’t eaten a macaw in awhile, they were such delicious things to feast upon when harpy eagles found the chance. Especially the macaw hybrids that held a lot of fat on them. You didn’t seem to hold any at all now that he looked at you intently. Such a small little thing.

He focused his sights on you, making sure there was nobody else that hungrily stared at you like he did. He wasn’t totally hungry, maybe he could save you for later. He just wanted to fill his stomach with something other than his anxious worries for a mate.

Koa swiftly flew down, picking you up with his talons by your arms. You immediately yelled, your striking wings tried flapping to escape. You squirmed and writhed but his grasp was ultimately too strong. You cried that you were too young to die! What a pathetic sight.

He threw you into his nest, making sure to pin you down right after. He scanned your eyes that were frantic, looking everything for a chance to escape. Now that he got a good look at you, you were pretty. A little too pretty.

He had you in his lap now, observing your wing size and how much meat you had on your body. Clearly not a good meal for a big bird like him. You were very bright, like you were begging to be eaten in such a deep colored forest.

You whimpered and sobbed, just awaiting your destined fate to die. But it still didn’t happen, after a few minutes, your head started to pound from all the crying you did in such a hasty manner. So you just sniffled and stayed quiet. Letting him grab and measure you.

“Are you- gonna e-eat me?” You sputtered, unable to stop the sniffles that kept interrupting your words. You didn’t want to die, you were still young, yet to find a mate! Now you were in a harpy eagle’s nest! And he looked so scary, he had you tense and anxious.

“Hmph, you looked bigger from a far sight but.. you’re rather small.” Koa examined you as if you were something unintelligent like a bass! “And how am I supposed to eat such a pretty thing like you” He made sure his last sentence wasn’t audible. He just thought you were actually very cute. You were a bright thing, perfect for being a mate. But you were a macaw.. that was supposed to be his prey.

“And I’m young! I still have yet to find a mate. I have a lot to live for!” You argued for your freedom. Why would he kill you when you were destined to live longer. You weren’t even a meal for him, at most you were a snack! Was it worth killing you for just that?

“That’s cute, you know what..” He held you up by your sides, observing how you nervously looked down at him. “I think I’ll keep ya’!” He smiled, a smile that didn’t ease you at all. It wasn’t soft or kind, it was the type of smile that yelled ‘I’ll let you live for a few days and tease at your death until I ultimately kill you’

“Keep me? I’m n-not a pet!” You squirmed under his grasp, just to be brought into his lap again. He didn’t want you slipping out afterall! He would easily catch up to you if you did end up flying away but he wouldn’t want to risk other predators seeing you.

There was no nearby harpies anyways but who knows? There was always a chance something might take you away when you’re such a noticeable thing.

“You’re like.. a little budgie! Yeah! I might keep you after all!” Koa brought you close to his chest, wrapping his wings around you. You were so soft! Softer than his feathers could ever be. His feathery tail wagged at your acceptance in the embrace, you weren’t even fighting!

“Just don’t eat me.. okay?” You worried about your safety. You recently got kicked from your own nest from a bigger macaw so that’s why you were out in the open. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if he didn’t eat you? If you gained his trust and his friendship then he wouldn’t want to eat you!

This was probably your mind clinging onto hope that the biggest predator in the forest wouldn’t gobble you up. Especially when you were such a tasty snack for harpy’s. You were always raised with a trusting nature so you just hoped it would help you survive.

“Hm, I guess I won’t. Are you going to try and escape?” He eyed you down, letting go of you to test if you would go and frantically fly away like an idiot.

“No! I won’t, I just.. don’t want to die. I got kicked out of my nest and I didn’t know what to do. I knew I was bound to get eaten but I’m helpful! I promise!” You argued even though he already decided to keep you.

“You were kicked out your nest? You still lived with your parents?” He titled his head, how young were you? He couldn’t be eyeing you up if you were still a chick! That would be awful.

“No, I got kicked out of my nest! My own nest I built to find a mate but some stupid macaw took it over” Your feathers ruffled up in anger, still remembering how she threw you off just because you had made such an ideal nest.

So this meant the two of you were relatively close in age, both young and filled with energy, looking for a prosperous mate!

“Hah! You were just worrying about your life and now you’re upset about your old nest?” Koa laughed, chest rising with each laugh he made. He found it humorous how quick your frightened mood turned into a relaxed one.

“Well it was a good nest! And it took me so long! It was the perfect space and—“ You kept rambling on about your life and the amazing nest you made. You didn’t even realize you were rambling until the sun started to set.

“Are you hungry? If you really were out all day with no nest then you likely didn’t eat anything” He pat your head, brushing down the frazzled hairs. You leaned into his touch, finding it comforting with all the stress you went through today. Even though he was the cause of half of it.

“Super hungry! I can help catch some mice! I’ve gotten better at it since I’m really quiet” You flapped your wings in excitement, quickly getting up to help him.

“No, you stay here. I’ll find us something to eat.” He pat your head once more. Towering over you once he got up, his strong physique was right in your face and you looked away to be polite.

“I want to help though! If I’m going to stay here then I want to pull my weight!” You were always a stubborn one, even if it meant it got you in some troubles with your parents.

“Hmm.. I suppose, just stick beside me. Don’t think about wandering off, you don’t know what types of predators lurk around” Koa was pretty hypocritical for being the biggest apex predator. And being the species that would often feast upon yours. But he was nice! And he decided not to eat you, that’s good..?

“Got it!” You happily waited for him to fly down so you could glide along side him. It was a rare sight to see a prey flying beside a predator without being killed.

The two of you were able to scrounge up lots of things! Well.. he got the bigger portions like mice, rats and some lizards. While you were able to fetch some delicious sweet berries, and some apples you found. It was a healthy diet but the meat would balance it out!

He chuckled at your beaming eyes when you caught a little mouse hiding in a berry bush. The two of you brought all the catches things in the nest, he was quick to kill the mouse you had in your mouth.

“Well, look at that, my first hunt with someone and you caught berries” He tried hiding his smile that he knew you would be squabbling about.

“I caught a mouse too! That’s good right?” You looked at him for approval, it was your first hunt along side someone that wasn’t your parents. He adored your ask for assurance.

Koa pat your head, silently approving with a simple nod. You were happy you pulled your weight! It would be awful to be freeloading in his nest. You wondered how long he was going to “keep” you. Did he want to be roommates? Or was this just temporary until you made a nest?

You chewed on some juicy berries, finding it easy to bite through the skin with your sharp teeth. It was similar to him chewing on a rat before gulping it down like a simple seed. You paid no attention to the bloody sight of him tearing apart the largest rat he caught.

After the two of you ate, you were sleepy with such a full belly. You ruffled up your feathers, providing a warm feeling around your skin, ready to go in a deep sleep. You curled up on the other side of the nest, away from the food area and what you assumed to be his sleeping place.

He titled his head confused, were you not going to sleep next to him? Koa knew the two of you weren’t mates but it would make more sense to sleep near him so he could protect you. Or does he just want to feel your warmth?

You blinked, looking at his confused stare, did you do something wrong? Were you actually in his sleeping space?

“What’s wrong?” You shyly asked, nervous that you did in-fact do something wrong.

“You should sleep next to me, I can’t protect you if you’re that far away” He opened up his arms, making it sound like you were miles away. When in reality, it was just a few feet away, and he just wanted to cuddle with your soft feathers along with the comfort your body gave.

“Oh, okay!” You casually agreed with his reasonings, believing he was thinking more logically rather than emotionally.

You snuggled up in his lap, easily sneaking your way into his grasp. He rubbed your squishy cheeks as you looked up, finding your quick embrace cute. He wasn’t thinking about making you his mate.. No way, he just wanted to have company. So what if you were a smaller bird and normally supposed to be eaten by him. It’s not like the society of his species ever accepted him.

Koa laid down, spooning you while he wrapped his arms and wings around your plush body. You quickly dozed off with the comfort of his body cupping yours. It was soothing to finally be in a nest and have some company after being alone. Loneliness was something he was escaping as well.

Maybe the two of you were much more similar then both of you thought. Was it so bad to be trusting of each other? It’s not like the two of you would be able to become mates! … right?

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #male yandere #pls request #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #gn reader #hybrid yandere #hybrid reader #bird hybrid #soft yandere #mean yandere #hybrid #hybrid bird #yandere bird hybrid #macaw reader #yandere harpy #koamyoc

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foxymoxynoona · 2 years

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Lone Blue Egg (Pt 1)

Header and banners by the talented @awrkives

Summary: Jungkook is a simple man. He goes to work, he hangs out with friends, he worries about finding a mate to take home for his hometown breeding season. Maybe he spends a little more money on cam girls than is fiscally responsible but he has niche tastes. Maybe he feels a bit adrift, but he's a young penguin hybrid, supposedly in his prime, far from his crèche. At least he's good at one thing: taking care of his precious egg. A comfort egg, not a real egg, he's not a real penguin, just a man with penguin DNA and behavioral tendencies. Just like Yoongi isn't actually an owl, even if he does stay up all night and sometimes hoot to fuck with their roommates. But this is a real love story, even if a slightly odd one.

Penguin Hybrid Jungkook x Bird Female OC Book 1 in the Birdtan Series

CW/TAGS: humor, drama, angst, cringe, explicit sex, toy play/toy uh obsession?, oviposition, ice cubes, porn, cam girls and masturbation, oral (both), edging, semi-public shenanigans, mammoth condoms, specism, language, theft

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Jungkook slumped down in his seat at the cafe. The tables against the window and wall had all been taken when he got here today, so he’d had no choice but to claim a padded chair right in the middle of the cafe, right by the walkway. He felt exposed like this, like he stood out. He felt massive in the middle of this cafe, even though he’d taken his coat off and stuffed it between his legs and kept his sketchpad and Switch case in a neat pile on the small table. He kept his head down, neck burrowed into the thick neckline of his fuzzy grey sweater and hands pulled into his sleeves to cushion his palms from the heat of his cinnamon latte. He kept slipping one hand into the front pouch of his sweater to hold onto his comfort glass egg tucked safely inside, warmed by his body heat.

He knew there were people staring at him. That’s why he didn’t like to sit at these tables. At least if he was in his usual corner, no matter if someone stared at him, there was a whole case of bagged coffee beans and a newspaper stand and ideally even another table before anyone would actually be able to reach him or talk to him. He didn’t come to the cafe to be talked to, he came here to just exist around other people in a controlled manner before he went home. He actually really loved his engineering job and the healthcare company he worked for, but he spent most of his days alone in his cubicle, eavesdropping on the more exciting conversations around him. He’d go home to his room in the shared apartment in a large building and often as not, be alone again, unless Yoongi or Taehyung were around and up for something. Taehyung barely seemed to land these days though and Yoongi was going through a nocturnal phase.

Ok, maybe Jungkook was lonely. Nothing new. And he just wanted to get to exist around a group of people he could pretend he had a connection with for a while without actually having to interact in a way that broke the myth. They were just a bunch of cool people who all liked warm coffee beverages on a cool autumn day.

But the problem was, these weren’t his people. None of them. If they were, he wouldn’t be scrolling not one but two matchmaking apps. White Tie Suit was the more sophisticated of the two, promising to help young single penguins find their life partner. Dive worried less about the lifelong and more about the nightlong, a quick hookup app that made no promises about whether you’d find someone actually worth taking home for the Holidays. Jungkook had been active on both for a number of years he did not feel like recalling, and while he’d managed to eke some hookups out of them, certainly nothing lasting. Probably he’d have better luck if he lived closer to home but… well… this was home now. For now. Unless he just hit his limit for loneliness…

“Excuse me.” Jungkook looked up. He’d been so busy thumb-scrolling and lamenting his unreturned “right-flaps” that he hadn’t prepared himself for the approach. This was the problem when you were exposed on all sides, it was too hard to monitor threat vs. non-threat. He looked up and didn’t think this woman was a threat. But maybe she was.

“Hi,” Jungkook said as a cold sweat broke out down his spine. Oh. Wow. She was very pretty. He sat up in his chair, rolling his shoulders back, lifting his chin. He pitched his voice as low as he could. “Nice to meet you.”

She shirked her shoulders cutely and pointed, “Is that chair taken?”

“No, have a seat,” he quickly gestured. Fuck. Fuck, this was an unexpected turn.

“Thank you,” she said, and picked up the chair and carried it over to the other table. Where she sat down and promptly leaned in to kiss her girlfriend.

Jungkook hated it here.

He gave up on the cafe, bundled his things in his arms, and went to ask for a carry-out cup for his untouched drink. And an ice cube because it was too hot to drink.

His latte cup was empty by the time he got home, chugged a bit too quickly as he had to catch a crowded bus. Seal. He could smell it, somewhere further back, but couldn’t see over the heads. That made it worse, even though rationally he knew someone with seal DNA was not going to just fucking attack him in the middle of a crowded bus. Well, it could happen, but it was rare. Just like Jungkook wasn’t going to go bite someone with mackerel in their blood. The same, right? Except seals were always total assholes, unlike penguins.

At least the stop was just outside of his building, a birds-only housing development, though it didn’t mean asshole free. Jungkook hated this building, which was as noisy and active as a frat house at all hours of the day. Taehyung liked that, and it was the first place they’d found that had two single-room vacancies in a multi-unit, which was all either could afford at the time. Now Jungkook could afford significantly more but… what was the point? Sure, he could move into a single unit somewhere, or even buy his own place outright in the suburbs but that was pointless without a partner. In fact, buying the wrong place could cost him a partner, if he picked a place they didn’t like… Besides, he’d be alone in a bigger place which wasn’t necessarily any better than being packed in with people he didn’t like. He hadn’t liked everyone at home either, even when they were all penguins. Maybe he just didn’t fit anywhere...

“Hey, chickie,” Chad greeted the second Jungkook walked through the door. Chad. He was a fucking blue-jay named Chad, how gross could you get? Jungkook ignored him and separated the pieces of his coffee cup into the sorted bins. He could see the beer bottles in one had not been rinsed out. “You cooking dinner tonight?”

“Not for you,” Jungkook said, stepping around him.

“It’s your turn.”

“We don’t take turns cooking.”

“It’s his turn, right?” Chad called to Steven.

“Yep.”

“You’re a seagull, you don’t say anything but yep,” Jungkook retorted.

“Aw, chickie’s feelings are hurt?”

Jungkook bit back the retort, well aware what they were trying to get him to say, what he had accidentally snapped one time and sealed his fate: I’m not a chick, I’m a cock. It was true. He was an adult.

Chad and Steven laughed anyway. They knew he’d thought it. He might as well have said it.

“Hey fuck off, make your own food,” Yoongi said, shuffling right between them. He opened the fridge and blinked at the light before closing it and looking at the counter.

“It’s his turn,” Chad frowned. Hurt. Because it hurt when Yoongi told you to fuck off, even if you were a bluejay named Chad. The soup he made when you were sick was just too healing, even Chad and Steven respected him. Didn’t hurt that barn owls had been known to eat even adult blue-jays. Not the people obviously, and yet Taehyung had an actual tally on the whiteboard in his room for how many times Yoongi managed to unintentionally sneak up on Chad and make him squeak or drop whatever he was holding.

“It’s not--” Jungkook began but Yoongi interrupted, “It’s fine, I’ll cook. Transfer me money,” he told Chad and Steven. “Ok day at work?” he asked Jungkook. It flattered him, to be asked.

“It was ok,” he mumbled. Chad and Steven had whipped out their phones, willing to pay Yoongi for the service they demanded from Jungkook. They couldn’t actually bully him around; he didn’t do what they said ever. If it came to blows he was definitely faster and stronger than both of them. He just didn’t want it to come to blows. He didn’t feel like fighting anyone. He was tired. He just wanted things to be easy and quiet.

“I’ll cook with you,” he said to Yoongi. “Let me put my stuff down. Did you sleep all day?”

“Yeah. I’ll keep it down tonight,” he promised. The late-night music never bothered Jungkook though and he brushed it off. Maybe it would be different if Yoongi sucked, but his compositions were always incredible. Jungkook actually preferred he use the speakers if he was working on the keyboard, so he could hear the actual music instead of just the keys clicking.

“I don’t care, hyung. I’ll cook with you and you can tell me what you’re working on.”

“Yeah sure,” Yoongi said. “Get my sauce basket.” Jungkook was flattered to be asked this as well, to even be entrusted with its location in his room. The sauce basket was kept there, instead of the kitchen, to prevent late night cooking attempts by Chad and Steven who did not and should not cook, especially with Yoongi’s high end materials.

Cooking with Yoongi was a definite improvement to his day. He didn’t even totally hate eating with Chad and Steven, even though Steven constantly stole things from his plate unasked. Chad, much more possessive with his plate, nearly stabbed Steven with a fork when he did it to him, so that was exciting.

Taehyung got home in time to steal the last bit of food and bully Chad and Steven into helping with the dishes. It left Jungkook free to escape, now maxed out with people interactions for the day. There. He’d been social. Maybe not social with the kind of people who were easy, but it did mean that now he appreciated closing his bedroom door with the world outside.

Besides, he’d gotten a phone alert and didn’t want to be too late.

His hands fumbled with anticipatory energy as he quickly lowered his blinds and locked the door and switched to the rippling blue LEDs placed around the room. For a moment he paused and just let out the deep breath he’d held all day. Maybe it was silly how quickly just lights could relax him but he felt happily submerged in peace here.

Right, the appointment. He set his glass egg carefully in a little crate he had for it on his desk. He nearly dropped his laptop in his haste to grab it from his nightstand and clear a space also on his desk. He almost used the desktop but no, he wanted the flexibility to move to the bed if things went well. He fired it up and barely remembered to plug his headphones in before navigating to the site link.

“... so I promised to do that because it’s something highly requested,” PattyPussy25 said into the camera. She sat cross-legged on her bed, wearing an incredibly sexy flowy black lingerie set. The camera quality wasn’t the best but Patty’s personality was so cute and quirky, Jungkook still liked her. He did! He admitted it, even though she was a platypus. It wasn’t like she actually looked like a platypus. Or like genetic preferences could pick up on the species gap through a fucking computer screen.

He used to only watch penguin girls. It just seemed the natural choice since, you know, that’s what he was looking for in life. Hoping for. Replacing with fantasy until he could find the real thing. But there weren’t many of them. The one he liked the best had found a mate and stopped streaming, and the one he liked second best… well, he still watched her, but when he’d bought her the gift through her support shop, she’d disappointed him.

So he’d branched out, first to other birds, and now even to other animals. It wasn’t a big deal, right? There were totally people who mated outside their species and it wasn’t illegal or anything, just a little odd. Like why couldn’t you find a mate within your own species? You tended to see it more with hybrids who weren’t lifelong monogamous. You were really signing yourself up for some culture shock maybe if you were going to be lifelong with someone totally different than you and your family.

But he was a penguin. Serial monogamous, not lifelong monogamous. Honestly he couldn’t really imagine committing to anyone for that long for real, though he had his romantic dreams like anyone else. If you could at least find a nice long for right now, why not dream it would be so good you were happy with it for life?

When Adelaide12 disappointed him with the toy though, he began clicking through other channels. Too many cat girls and dog girls and dolphin girls but it was almost nicer to be interested in a more niche space to give him some direction in a sea of hot women. Quickly and unsurprisingly, he realized the mainstream mammals wouldn’t get it. Egg laying hybrids would come through for him, even if Adelaide12 hadn’t.

HornyTori was the first camgirl he’d actually subscribed to for real. She was one of the most popular on the site, the go-to lizard girl, and while at first he’d been shocked by her crests and blunt demeanor, he’d quickly realized why she was so popular. Hot, funny, cool, and had no problem shutting down bullshit from her viewers. If only Jungkook had understood sooner that was really her thing, it would have saved him from the way she’d mocked the message he’d attached to the gift he sent her through her support store. He’d had plenty of humiliating moments in his life. He was not interested in sponsoring one, certainly not unexpectedly when he was already sitting dick out and lubed, hopeful she’d enjoy his gift. You’re a penguin? You’re weird. Probably some chubby guy in your mom’s basement, huh? Ironically he probably would have had an easier time meeting a penguin woman if he was!

OK. HornyTori was in the past. So he tried SoftShellLover, a pretty and shy turtle whose slow and sensual ways made him cum embarrassingly hard, so hard he wouldn’t even talk to his friends about it because what if he had a thing for turtles? She appreciated the gift, but now he was too scared to add any notes, and she didn’t take initiative and after that, she didn’t do it for him anymore. Then he tried GatorSnatchedAngel, whose tattoos and piercings kept him sweaty for days. She seemed like she’d be game for anything, but his vague suggestion was too vague. When he followed up, trying to encourage her more in the right direction, she blocked him. Which of course made him feel like a shitty creep but he wasn’t a shitty creep!

So now it was down to PattyPussy25. Patty the platypus did all sorts of niche things. Really niche, like lactation and venom milking, and her partially webbed hands and feet came up in her videos a lot. None of these particularly appealed to Jungkook but she was sexy and sultry and kind of weird like him, so he liked her. He was open minded! Couldn’t other people be?

“Now I got a special gift from my support store this week and it arrived in the mail yesterday.” Fuck this was it! Jungkook’s hands shook. She lifted the velvet pouch into view and Jungkook’s cock twitched. He could hardly look at the screen and glanced around his desk instead.

Ah, blue egg was right in view, nestled in its lined storage box. Oops. He shifted the laptop so blue egg was hidden behind it, out of view. He didn’t want to be reminded of that right now, not when Patty untied the pouch and let the gift --his gift-- fall into her hand.

“This is a nice one,” she said, slanting her hands towards the camera. It almost rolled out of her palm and Jungkook’s heart leapt but she caught it and laughed. “Oops. I did already open this earlier today so I could clean it --always clean your toys before use and after use, remember that! And let me tell you, this one is so nice. It has a velvety texture and the color is this really pretty pink.”

Jungkook was sweating, watching her describe his gift so appreciatively. Now he couldn’t tear his gaze from the screen as he fumbled with his sweatpants, sliding them down his ass, all the way to the floor. His hand patted around the desk until he found the drawers beneath, the bottle of lube and box of tissues stowed inside.

“Listen to that buzz,” Patty grinned, turning it on and holding it near the camera. She was so close, Jungkook could see the camera lights reflecting in her eyes, and the shine of her teeth, and the way her nipples were straining against the flimsy gauze of her lingerie. It must be cold in her room. That surprised him. She liked the cold? She didn’t mind that? His cock twitched again, actually lifted off his thigh, as he thought of licking down and around those pebbled, cold nipples.

Patty pressed the toy to her nose and giggled, “Oh yeah, that’s going to feel good. Like I said, this is a good egg. Thank you so much, EggsandTails97. I’m really going to enjoy this, I can tell, and I hope you enjoy watching me make myself cum with your generous gift.” As she said it, she rolled the egg down her jaw and down her neck and across her collarbone.

Fuck. Fuck fuck. Jungkook slapped the lube pump and dropped his hand to stroke his cock, fondling his balls with the other as she shuffled back from the camera. At first she sat curl-legged on her bed, letting the egg roll and buzz across her tits. She pressed it to each nipple in turn and made this delicious noise, a combination of a moan and a giggle. Jungkook swallowed and squeezed the head of his cock almost painfully hard. His mouth was dry, he was so excited. She was going to do it. Patty the platypus understood what he wanted, from his note: Show me what a platypus does with an egg.

Jungkook’s hand squeezed and snapped more quickly along his length as the egg traveled lower. She slipped a strap off her shoulder, letting one breast free, but even that couldn’t distract him from the path of the egg as she spread her legs. Oh fuck, what if she put it in under her underwear? And just left it there for a while?

“Come on,” he mumbled, palm slick along his length.

“All right all you naughty boys, I’ll show you what a platypus does with an egg.”

Jungkook coughed. He actually choked on his own saliva. Quickly he squeezed the base of his dick, desperate not to cum too soon. This wasn’t a recording, he wouldn’t be able to watch it again later and fully enjoy the sweet moment. The ephemeral nature of these videos was a thing he’d come to appreciate about them.

“I’m so wet right now and I haven’t even touched my pussy yet,” Patty grinned, biting her thick lower lip. “I’m already clenching… it’s so hard to go slow but I want to take my time and enjoy this with you.” She gasped when the egg touched her panties; her shoulders jerked as she giggled about how strong it was. Jungkook leaned in closer, watching every moment, trying to ignore the wet sound of his own hand despite his headphones. He wished she was louder, there was that. She tended to be chill but if she would do this for him, he’d never complain again--

Her panties came off. Ok, that was ok. Jungkook tried to slow down but couldn’t because her own gasps and moans were picking up.

“Come on,” he muttered. “Put it in. Put it in, Patty. Let me see that egg stretch your pussy…”

She came. No egg in the pussy, just buzzing merrily against her clit. She was a little louder than usual; maybe she really did enjoy it. But Jungkook was crestfallen. He closed his eyes and imagined what he’d wanted to see so he could finish, and cumming was… satisfactory. Cumming was never bad.

But yet another disappointment left him empty and sullen afterwards. He turned her video off without listening to her further, just closed his laptop. He frowned, faced with his little comfort egg again.

“I’m never going to find a mate,” he lamented, glancing down at his spent, soft dick, as if it were to blame. “I can’t even find a woman who knows where to put a fucking egg!”

His blue egg said nothing as he tucked it into the pocket of his sweatpants, once he’d cleaned up. He always slept with it close, but particularly tonight, after yet another disappointment. He pulled it out of his pocket and rolled over so that it was trapped under his stomach, a little uncomfortable as a reminder, as a guarantee it was safely there. Only then did he finally fall asleep.

The bar near his office building was crowded on a Tuesday night. Stupidly so. But Namjoon had made clear he needed a hang time without directly asking for a hang time and while also making clear no one could come to his place because his sister was “in a mood” --though Jungkook had a secret suspicion Namjoon just didn’t want Taehyung or Jungkook around his sister because she was hot and did not hide she found both of them so as well. Jungkook was flattered to be in the same company as Taehyung.

Once they were all four seated around a high-top near the cracked windows though, it became clear the true reason for Namjoon’s huddle call: he wanted to tattle on Taehyung.

It started innocently enough: “Ok, I need advice,” he said, holding a chip piled with avocado dipping sauce. Taehyung leaned in, Yoongi leaned back, Jungkook just ate food, already unsure what advice he could possibly give the golden eagle. If he had shoulders and height like that, he’d never need advice from anyone.

“Oh is this about that girl you met Saturday?” Taehyung asked.

“Which girl?” Namjoon asked, quickly lowering his chip. “The one who was the whole reason I brought you to that party to wingman for me for? Or the one I was left with after you made off with the first one?”

There it was. Yoongi and Jungkook said nothing but shifted their gaze to Taehyung, who cried,

“No! I mean, yes, I did wingman for you! But she was a marmot!”

“So?”

Yoongi grimaced, “Ah. Her instincts were strong about it?”

“Yes,” Taehyung nodded. “She was super cute and sweet and absolutely terrified when Namjoon approached her. But her friend liked hyung much more so he-- so you told me the marmot woman was all clear.”

“Well, yeah, but I didn’t mean you should just go for it. I work with that woman!”

“So?” Taehyung argued.

Jungkook, mouth full of crackers, asked, “Wait, she was scared of hyung but not of you?”

He shouldn’t have asked, Taehyung was all too happy to remind him, “Peregrine falcons mostly eat other birds. Rarely marmots. Unlike me, I’ll eat anything.” He winked as he said it, pleased with his dirty joke.

“I was fully prepared to eat her in a sexual way,” Namjoon sighed.

“She just didn’t like your vibes, that’s all. It’s not a you problem, hyung, you’re great. Didn’t you take that other woman home? She didn’t mind your vibes.”

“And what vibes are those?” Namjoon asked, leaning forward on the table. The thunk of his big arms was enough to rattle their drinks. Granted, it was because of a loose leg on the pedestal table but the timing of it was perfect. Namjoon sighed and covered his face. “I’m not threatening!”

“Not all women know about eagles. You have a bit of a reputation. You’re large, you’re fierce, you’re intelligent,” Yoongi pointed out.

“Yeah, hyung. You’re a catch. You instill fear and respect,” Taehyung added. Jungkook arched his eyebrow at Taehyung. He was really laying the apology on thick.

“You really took her home with you?” he asked Taehyung.

“Ok look--”

“He did!” Namjoon sighed. “And whatever happened, she wouldn’t even look me in the eye today.”

“Nothing bad happened,” Taehyung quickly defended. “We just fucked.”

“Uh huh.”

Yoongi shook his head and gave Jungkook a look, but he wasn’t sure what the look was supposed to mean.

“What are you wanting advice about, hyung?” Jungkook tried. “You met another woman there?”

“Yeah I did and she’s great but… ah, it’s the same problem as always. She thought I didn’t enjoy it… so now the text messages are awkward.”

“You have to let the woman know you’re enjoying it,” Yoongi said. “Tell her you did.”

“I did tell her that! But she thought I was too quiet like they always do… I thought a marmot wouldn’t mind me being quiet, she might see it as a sign of respect.”

“She wasn’t quiet and didn’t mind me not being quiet either…” Taehyung mumbled into his Coke. Namjoon gave him a stare lacking all amusement. Taehyung sighed, “I mean it, it’s nothing wrong with you. If I had to choose between us, I’d choose you. I’m just faster and looser and less threatening, that’s all it was. But if you’re that bothered by it, I’ll call her after all and push her to give you a chance.”

“You weren’t even going to call her?” Jungkook asked, not surprised. “Fast” was a good way to describe all of Taehyung’s relationships with members of the opposite sex.

“Nah, she was fun but she’s not like the one. She knew that too, she was just looking for fun. Seriously, hyung, do you want me to--”

“No,” Namjoon sighed. “I don’t want you to beg a woman for me.”

Yoongi nodded, “If you’re going to really help him, you should have just invited him along.” Even as he said it, he couldn’t keep a straight face, already predicting Namjoon’s outrage.

“Yeah, why not? Thanks, great advice for meeting my mate, great advice from an owl who’s been circling his mate for how long now? And still won’t--”

“I knew you were going to bring her up,” Yoongi sighed. “I told you, it’s not like that. She’s not interested…”

But Jungkook was quick to agree, “She is interested, hyung, she’s just waiting for you to be direct.”

“Wait, hyung, did you really wonder if a marmot was going to be your mate?” Taehyung asked, stopping the derailment and even putting his hand on Namjoon’s arm.

“I… well… I don’t know!” Namjoon answered, instantly flustered. Which he had good reason to be; even though interspecies relationships weren’t unheard of, they were even more rare among direct food chain links. Sure, people looked like people and acted like people and they weren’t walking around murdering and eating other people who just happened to have the DNA threads of their own hybrid threads’ prey. But while the DNA implants several generations ago had ended the outbreak, they had left these shadows of instinct. In some people, very strong shadows.

Jungkook slid his hand beneath the table to check his egg nestled securely in the pocket of his sweatpants, right next to his phone. He twisted it until he could feel the scratch of the etching under the pad of his thumb.

“I feel like shit,” Taehyung fronwed. “I’m not heckling you about a marmot, hyung, I just didn’t realize it was that serious. I never would have taken her home. I asked you first!”

Now Namjoon backtracked, “Well, maybe it’s-- I don’t mean it’s that serious, just that… ah, it’s just awkward now because I work with her and if you don’t call her, maybe she’ll ask me about it.”

“If she does then you can swoop in --eh, pun not intended,” Yoongi suggested.

Jungkook pulled the egg out of his pocket and rolled it absent-mindedly in his hands. The weight of it was always comforting to toss if he was nervous, but right now he was just slightly buzzed and restless.

“What party was this?” he asked them. He had known Taehyung was out Saturday night but not where. He also knew Yoongi had been out with his “not yet his mate” friend. But he’d been sitting at home, so if Namjoon and Taehyung had been to a party--

“It was a house-warming party,” Namjoon told him. “Someone in my branch got a new place with their mate and invited the department… not my department but I went anyway… that sounds creepier than I mean. A lot of people crashed. It’s tradition.”

“I’ll go next time with you. I can wingman for you and I won’t take any of the women you like home to fuck,” Jungkook offered. The corners of his lips twitched, trying not to smile as Taehyung glared.

The glare lasted only a moment before Taehyung sighed, “You should fuck them. You would feel so much better if you fucked one! You move at a glacial place sexually, Kook.”

“I’ve fucked women before,” he defended. “I just don’t divebomb them like you do.”

“They like it.”

But Namjoon gave Jungkook an apologetic look and said, “I only didn’t ask you because I know you don’t like big noisy parties. Besides, we’re both too slow with women. I’ll admit it. Aren’t we? But I thought Taehyung could help me-- you helped both of them meet women!”

Jungkook grimaced and tucked the egg back into his pocket. Yes, Taehyung had helped him meet women before. He was a good friend and he wanted to help, but he just had a very different approach. Jungkook really wanted to meet his mate. It was very important to him to meet his mate and spend as little of his life as possible flailing about with other women who might be willing to fuck once or twice but ultimately didn’t really get him or want him. He wanted someone to take home.

“Yeah but you’re putting too much pressure on yourself,” Taehyung explained. “I could only help them when they relaxed too. Don’t act like I don’t want to find a life mate too. Peregrine falcons mate for life! Golden eagles and penguins do not always.” He pointed at the two of them. “So don’t give me shit just because I’m enjoying my time until I meet the one. When I do, she will be my entire world. Until then… I’m enjoying myself. You both are too busy worrying about it. Just relax and have fun. You’ll meet someone when you least expect it.”

To Jungkook’s surprise, Namjoon turned to him and Yoongi and asked, “How did you relax about it? Right now I’m feeling pretty sure I’m going to die alone.”

Yoongi nodded, “I just accept I might die alone. If you come to terms with it, it’s not so bad.”

“Just make your move,” Taehyung sighed dramatically.

“It’s… complicated…”

“What about you?” Namjoon asked Jungkook.

“I got just the right amount of drunk,” Jungkook admitted. “And… decided my way wasn’t working so I should try Taehyungie-hyung’s way. I didn’t meet any penguins that way but I did get to have sex…”

“Will you only wind up with a penguin?” Yoongi asked him. He’d asked this before too, when they’d first started to be friends after moving in together. It was just coincidence, they hadn’t known each other, Yoongi had just accepted the placement by the building, but he’d gotten along well with Taehyung and Jungkook, and introduced them to his friend Namjoon, and now two years had gone by. And all of them were still without mates.

Jungkook frowned, “You make that sound like a bad thing. I’m not specist. If I met someone else --I’m open,” he insisted and decided to believe it. “I just think a penguin has a better chance of understanding… me. And my family.”

“Can’t your family introduce you to someone?” Namjoon asked.

“No,” Jungkook said simply. It was a stupid answer, because often penguin families did set their kids up, his situation was just... He felt Taehyung’s gaze and received a friendly soft smile when he looked up.

Taehyung corroborated, “Yeah, they won’t help him. But you’ll meet someone and you’ll meet someone and I’ll meet someone and Yoongi-hyung will stop kicking tires. We’re young and we all have love ahead of us!”

“Spoken like someone who got laid recently,” Yoongi muttered.

“I wouldn’t know,” Jungkook sighed. He turned his head as several people in the crowded restaurant pushed against his back, a woman trying to squeeze between his and another table.

“Sorry,” she murmured and was gone. Jungkook frowned. Damn, he was so touch starved that a woman touching his back really made him tingly like that? Pathetic.

“Take me next time you go,” he said. “I want to meet people too. I’m sitting at home too much.”

“Hand getting sore?”

“Shut up, hyung.”

“Someone’s grumpy…”

Conversation did in fact move away from women --or the lack thereof. It had been a week, so there were other things to share. New music, funny videos, fall events, community gossip. Yoongi’s orchestra was gearing up for a performance they’d all go to; he’d even composed one of the songs being performed. Namjoon was pretty sure his sister had a threesome and her partners ate his entire box of cereal afterwards. Taehyung’s mom had sent him a care package and he was positive Steven had broken into it; he was debating putting laxatives in one and leaving it out as a trap. Jungkook was very glad he’d been warned.

But eventually the pub was closing and they all had work tomorrow, including Yoongi with his day rehearsals.

“You sure you can make it?” Namjoon teased him as they strolled out the front doors, feeling pretty good a couple drinks in.

Yoongi glared, “I’m not actually nocturnal. I just do my best work at night.”

“You’re an owl! It would be understandable!”

“Barn owls are only nocturnal if they live somewhere they might get swarmed if they hunt during the day,” Yoongi scoffed. “Learn outside your own species, Namjoonie.”

“Ouch! I learn all about my friends’ species!”

“Do you ever wonder if we make it all mean more than it does by expecting it to mean more?” Jungkook asked. The alcohol had warmed his blood and he was feeling pretty good right now.

Taehyung slung his arm over his shoulder and teased, “Ah, deep thinker Jungkookie, I like where your brain goes on a Tuesday night.”

“Thanks, hyung, I--” Jungkook broke off. He immediately stopped walking. His hand groped around his pocket, as if it was deep enough the egg could possibly be hiding in there. It wasn’t. He checked his other pocket; he nearly dropped his phone in his haste to check his shirt and underwear and hair, stupid with panic.

“What’s wrong?” Taehyung asked.

“My egg,” he said. “My egg is gone.”

“Your egg--”

“It’s gone,” he said, voice cracking.

Namjoon touched his shoulder, “No, maybe you left it at the table? Did you have it here in the restaurant?”

“Are you sure you didn’t leave it at home?” Yoongi asked.

“I never leave it at home.”

“Ok ok let’s go check the table,” Namjoon insisted and doubled back. Jungkook hurried after him, ignoring the hostess who told them they were closed.

“He left something at the table,” Yoongi explained in the background while Jungkook sniffed around the table. Everything was cleared away, some servers were starting to move chairs and sweep around them.

“It’s not here,” Jungkook cried, checking over and under and around. “It was here, I had it here!”

“I don’t remember seeing it,” Taehyung offered.

“What if they threw it away?”

“Excuse me,” Yoongi called, chasing after one of the busboys. Jungkook could barely make out his questions as noise buzzed in his ears. Gone, his egg was gone, it was lost, if it wasn’t here it could be dropped in a gutter or in a pile of garbage. Someone might have picked it up or thrown it away. He might never see it again.

“Let’s go check at home,” Taehyung said, grabbing his arm. “I don’t think you even had it here, I don’t remember seeing it.”

“I always have it,” Jungkook mumbled. He felt himself shutting down.

“I’ll check around outside here,” Namjoon offered. “Call me if you find it at home.”

“You walked here right? Let’s look on the way,” Yoongi suggested. It was a good idea. Jungkook felt his energy lift again. Maybe they’d find it. It was just a little blue egg, not of value to anyone except himself. Maybe if someone saw it, they’d just keep walking. Maybe they’d just ignore it, and it would just stay sitting there, and if Jungkook didn’t find it soon, it would still be sitting there when winter set in. The cold would make the glass crack.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find your egg,” Taehyung assured him, looking on the right side of the sidewalk while Yoongi searched the left. Jungkook checked both sides after them, certain they might miss the egg. They wouldn’t look with the same eyes he would. If anyone found his precious egg it would have to be him.

“I’m sure it’s at home in its little box this whole time and we’re worried for nothing,” Yoongi agreed. Jungkook appreciated the “we.” He appreciated they were looking. But he couldn’t say anything yet because panic pitched him too close to crying. His little egg, lost… it was unthinkable.

Jungkook had barely slept. It had been hard work for Yoongi and Taehyung to keep him from wandering out into the night to search the streets completely. Instead he’d torn apart his room and then the rest of the apartment. Chad had laughed about it and Jungkook had thrown himself bodily at the guy, who after getting knocked into the wall by Jungkook and shoved towards his room by Yoongi, decided to go into it and shut the door.

The only thing that got Jungkook moving for work in the morning was the opportunity to scour his path and the building. He almost always walked, so he did this time too after going over the lobby of his building and all around the front path again. Nothing. So he walked slowly to work, head down, gaze fixated on the path, the gutter, the buildings. He peered into every trash can in case someone had found it and not understood the significance, but of course if someone had thrown it away yesterday, it could be gone--

He couldn’t even think it. When he reached his building, he took every possible path he could have taken. He asked at the security desk. He took each elevator, not caring he looked like a crazy person. He took every path he might have taken on his floor and practically turned his desk over, looking anywhere it might have rolled. Nothing.

Belatedly he remembered that yesterday, out of the ordinary, he had gone to the cafe kiosk in the back atrium of the building! He left his desk, ignoring a coworker who called out to him, probably wondering why he’d been at work for over an hour now and accomplished nothing. Whatever, he’d work late, he just needed to find his egg!

Downstairs, he took a quick right out of the elevators, rounded the corner to the elevator and then BAM. Barrelled right into someone. Because he’d been head down, rushing forward, the other person went flying, bag hitting the ground with a thunk and spilling out.

“Hey!” a female voice cried.

“Sorry, I’m in a hurry.” He stepped over her stuff and made it a couple yards before catching himself. Wait. Wait wait he wasn’t the sort of person who just body-slammed strangers in the hall and left them to sort themselves out.

“Fuck,” he grumbled and spun. “Sorry…”

The woman had already turned her back to him, trying to shovel a ton of shit back into the big bag she’d been carrying. There was so much stuff, he didn’t understand how it actually fit in there.

“What’s wrong with you?” she demanded when he dropped down beside her and began gathering the papers that had scattered. “You’re built like a tank! You can’t just go barrelling through the hallways. I thought you’d be soft under those sweaters you wear but you’re made of fucking bricks!”

“Huh?” He paused and looked at her, too confused now to be offended about her pointing out he wasn’t soft. Did he know this woman? Her long, very curly dark hair seemed like something he would remember, or at least the long, dangly gold coin earrings that shook as she moved. She had a freckle right above her eyebrow and even though her shit was dumped out all over the ground, she was smiling. She had very straight, white teeth.

“I’m Rana?” she said, but like a question, like he ought to know this already.

“Do I… know you?”

“Oh. Well, no, but I work in this building too.”

“Lots of people work in this building…”

“Damn, knocking me down twice, huh?”

“Sorry, I’m in a hurry--”

“Yeah, I noticed,” she laughed. “Why? What’s the emergency?”

“I’m looking for something,” he mumbled, waddling in a crouch to grab the last few papers. He didn’t bother even glancing at the printing on them, some kind of report; he couldn’t have cared less.

“I’m good at finding things,” she said, sitting up like he’d said some magic word. “What are you looking for? I can help.”

“What?” he snapped. He wasn’t listening to her. He thrust the papers at her.

“I can help you, I’m really good at finding things. What is it?”

But in the face of this rather pretty woman, he found himself shy to admit he had been so careless with something so important. She wouldn’t understand; no one ever did. None of his hyungs had a special item like it that they needed to carry around and always have within reach to feel ok. Not unless you counted their phones. This weird woman who didn’t know him but thought he knew her wasn’t any different.

“I don’t need your help,” he said, standing quickly. “Watch where you’re going.”

“What? You ran into me!”

He didn’t bother looking back at her. Just resumed his frantic pace towards the coffee kiosks. He checked on and around it. He asked the employee. He checked all around the benches and walkways and rectangular planters and in among the leaves, just in case someone had seen it and done the semi-kind thing of tucking it safely where it wouldn’t get kicked.

No egg.

Jungkook slumped down on a bench and did his best not to cry.

***

Jungkook did not get any work done that day. He needed to work. He could get away with a couple of days of being useless like this but eventually his boss --who didn’t really understand anything-- would realize he wasn’t working. He’d spent his day running through mental checklists of where else he could search.

But around the time he could clock out, he realized he had to accept it. What could he do? Someone had found his precious egg and put it in a trash can. There was nothing he could do about that. Nothing! He should have prevented it in the first place but he hadn’t and now his egg was in the trash. Like father, like son.

There was no reason to stay at work though. His day was over. Not that there was anything worth going home for but he went through the motions, packing his bag, turning off his computer that had already fallen asleep because he wasn’t bothering it. He nodded in response to what he suspected were goodbyes and goodnights from coworkers but he didn’t look at them or really listen to confirm.

The lobby was crowded with people from so many companies in the multi-story building heading out at once. Jungkook moved through them in a fog, barely noticing when he bumped or knocked into people. He slammed his shoulder painfully on the door heading out but didn’t let that stop him.

It meant he also didn’t know how long someone had been yelling for him until his arm was grabbed and he was wrenched to a stop.

“Hey!”

He blinked at the woman from earlier.

“I was yelling for you.”

“I didn’t know.”

“You didn’t tell me your name earlier so I had to be generic. But look, I--”

“I’m going home. Bye.”

He turned away but she grabbed his arm and this time shoved her hand against his stomach.

She was holding his egg.

His egg!

“My egg!” he gasped, snatching it out of her hand. It was his egg, the very one, not a replacement. It had that familiar little chip on the bottom, the one he ran his finger over sometimes when he was thinking really hard about something. The swirly blue glass had every wave and curve that he remembered. The etching was there, every letter familiar when he dragged his thumbnail across. The egg was even warm, like she’d carried it tucked in her jacket pocket, just like he did.

“Yeah, I found it,” she said. “I--”

“Where did you find it?” he demanded. “Where was it?”

“It was in the stairwell.”

“I never went in the stairwell,” he said, holding it pressed under his chin as he tried to figure it out. Maybe someone had kicked it? Or it had rolled? But someone would have had to open the door at the same time. And it was heavy; if you kicked it, you’d feel it. Forgetting himself, he rolled it up his chin and smushed it against his mouth until his teeth clicked against the glass.

“What’s the deal with that egg anyway?” the woman asked. “What’s special about it?”

Immediately his shoulders stiffened. His gaze slid to her, remembering she was there. She had, in fact, found his egg and returned it to him. Which meant it was good he’d bumped into her earlier because if he hadn’t, she wouldn’t have known the egg was his and brought it back to him. Maybe she would have thrown it away! Quickly at the thought he shoved the egg down into his pocket, but kept his fingers wrapped tight around it, proving to them both that the egg was safe and secure and back where it belonged. He hadn’t even seen any new nicks or scratches but he’d check for sure once he got home.

“It’s just one of those things, huh?”

He stared at her, trying to follow what she’d said, but he was still reeling from the relief of it all. Fuck. Fuck what a terrifying almost-twenty four hours this had been. But it was ok! He had his egg back! Thank fuck!

“A man of few words, huh?”

“Thank you,” he recalled himself enough to say. “For… finding it.”

She gave him a bright smile and reminded him, “I told you I’m good at finding things.” He didn’t know what else to say. He almost couldn’t move, he was so dizzy with relief. He inched his fingers all over the egg but didn’t feel any new damage. He needed to get home and look, to reassure himself this had been a terrible mistake but he could move past it. All had not been lost.

She was staring at him, he realized. He didn’t even remember her name, but now she tilted her head and her gaze was fixed to the side. He looked over his shoulder to see what she was looking at.

“I like your earrings,” she said, and reached out to flick the silver hoops. “Not many men around here wear them.” It was shockingly intimate, he felt like. He shook his head and took a step back, stunned her hand had been right there, right beside his face.

Flustered, he mumbled, “Thanks,” then turned and ran away before she could do anything weird. He couldn’t wait to let the guys know his egg was back with him and safe and he wasn’t the shittiest guy who couldn’t even keep track of one stone egg.

Fuck. Fuck, he really didn’t know what he would have done if he’d lost it.

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anonnie-in-wonderland · 2 years

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Home Calls the Heart

chapter: four

Word Count: 4.9k

rating: T (can’t think of any real warnings this time around)

genre: romance | hurt/comfort| magic AU

tags: bts x reader | ot7 x reader | hybrid | poly| FM!reader

Emperor Penguin!Seokjin, Golden Retriever!Taehyung, Coyote!Hoseok, Mountain Lion!Yoongi, Wolfdog!Namjoon, Kingfisher!Jimin, Holland Lop!Jungkook

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At what point had she bought a weighted blanket? And why didn’t the ceiling look the way the one in her apartment’s bedroom always did? A high, sloped wooden ceiling greeted (Y/N) when she woke up, groggy and confused. Was she not at home? Where was this then? Some type of cabin…? Soft snores and the smallest shift on top of her drew her attention away from the unfamiliarity of the room, to the body draped horizontally over her. She stared down, eyes bulging at the back rising and falling in a comfortable slumber.

The covers she had crawled under last night were tangled messily halfway under and halfway on top of them, one of her pillows cradled under her bedmate’s head as he held it snuggly. A golden tail poking from his pajama pants twitched every so often.

Memories came rushing back, and (Y/N) gasped, trying to sit up to no avail with the considerable weight disproportionately resting on top of her. The hybrid sprawled out over her wriggled, slumbering on.

“Taehyung?” She whispered, trying to free one of her arms from where it was trapped. “Taehyung-ssi, wake up!” (Y/N) patted his back with increasing urgency, peering into his face to see if it was having any effect.

She watched as the dog hybrid’s nose twitched, the hair falling into his eyes fluttering before he burrowed further into the pillow he was snuggling. Was he really that comfortable sleeping so awkwardly? His legs were stiff as a board over the side of the bed!

(Y/N) wiggled her toes restlessly under the covers, wondering if trying to roll him up was worth a shot. Any minute, she would have to make her way to the bathroom as she did every morning. Giving Taehyung a less gentle shove to the shoulder, and urging him up insistently, she listened as he exhaled deeply. (Y/N)’s chest lifted in relief.

It sounded like he was waking up at last. The light feeling was short-lived, the grown dog hybrid lifting his head to stare blearily in either direction, then shifting on her lap to make himself more comfortable. He curled his feet into the bed, now resting against her with his arms banded around her torso and his head just below her chest.

“Mmm…” (Y/N) sucked in a breath at the contented hum. At least someone was relaxed, she thought sarcastically.

The tentative knock that came not a second too soon had her squirming to sit up. “(Y/N)…?” Hoseok. He must be an early riser. She never could sleep in when she was in a new place, but when she had nowhere to be, she didn’t exactly pop right up to go on a run. “Are you up?”

“Yeah,” (Y/N) cleared her throat, glancing down to the snoozing hybrid, who didn’t seem inclined to get up in the least. “I’m up.”

“Do you mind if I come in?”

(Y/N) almost nodded at the closed door like a dummy. “Sure, that’s fine.” Maybe he could help get Taehyung up and off her.

Hoseok didn’t waste any time entering, poking his face in first and greeting her with a lovely smile. (Y/N) fidgeted, awkwardly waving as a little self consciousness trickled in. He looked so well rested, his skin appearing smooth and moisturized, and his long-sleeved black shirt and sweatpants giving him a certain loungewear chic she didn’t think she could pull off.

“Uh, hi…” she said, lowering her still raised hand.

Hoseok’s eyes swept over the sight of Taehyung curled into her, the rumpled sheets, and her dazed expression, one of his eyebrows rising. “Aish, this one. So this is where he was. I sort of had a feeling…”

Approaching, the older hybrid stopped near the edge of the bed, bending over and resting his hands on the younger’s sides. (Y/N) watched as he spidered his fingers across Taehyung’s ribs. “Taehyung-ssi,” he said in a loud whisper. “Calling Mr. Kim Taehyung. It’s time to get up, let’s go.”

Taehyung sucked in a deep breath, expelling it in a chuff as Hoseok continued to tickle him awake. (Y/N) shivered at the warm breath it caused to ghost over her slightly exposed collarbone. She had done up all but the top two buttons on the pajama top Jimin had let her borrow, comfortably toasty throughout the night. Now she wondered how much her unexpected company contributed. Exactly when did he crawl into bed with her anyway? In the middle of the night? The wee hours of the morning?

“Hyung,” Taehyung rumbled. “Ten more minutes, please?”

“Sorry, I can’t,” Hoseok chuckled. “Do you realize where you are?” Shaking his head, he began addressing her, “He’s used to sleeping with us at night. Our Taehyungie likes holding someone while he sleeps.”

“Ahh,” was all she could say, taking in that information. So it was likely an honest mistake. He probably sleepwalked from wherever he was and thought he was climbing in beside one of his packmates.

(Y/N) watched Taehyung’s ears become animated, lifting as much as they were able before he peeled his face away from where he had buried it in her shirt, practically yawning in her face with his eyes closed. (Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh a little to herself, even if she still wished she wasn’t trapped in this somewhat embarrassing predicament.

“(Y/N)…” he muttered, blinking at her, “Good morning.” (Y/N) gulped, hoping they didn’t hear it—yeah right, with their hybrid hearing of course they did. The raspy sound of his already deep voice vibrated through her from their close proximity. That tired pout and the sleepy blue puppy stare created a full-on smoulder. She doubted he even knew he was doing it, but there was no denying its effects, her stomach all aflutter.

“Ye-Yeah, morning.”

“Get up,” Hoseok reminded, patting his thigh. Taehyung obediently rolled off of her, sprawling on his back on the other side of the bed, kicking his legs like a kid contemplating if he should get out of bed on a weekend morning. Tilting his head, Hoseok placed a hand on his hip as he stood over them, zeroing in on his fellow canine hybrid.

She had learned last night that he was a coyote, which wasn’t a very common hybrid type in their country last time she checked. That had led to (Y/N) wanting to ask questions, but knowing her, they’d come out sounding far too straightforward given her status as barely-an-acquaintance to these men. “You know, it’s not nice to get in bed with someone without asking Taehyungie.”

Taehyung sat up, crossing his legs. “But I sleep with everyone else in our family all the time,” he pointed out, evident bemusement coloring his tone. Wait, did he feel comfortable getting in bed with her because he already saw her as one of them? In spite of herself, (Y/N) melted a little more for this dog hybrid’s endearing innocence.

“That’s different,” the coyote explained patiently. “(Y/N)’s still getting to know us, so she might not feel comfortable with that.”

Taehyung rounded on her, eyes widening and guilt overtaking his features. “Oh,” he muttered, ears drooping. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think of that…I just…I came to tell you goodnight after the hyungs finished scolding me, but you were already asleep. I just thought I’d sit with you for a while in case you felt restless sleeping in a new place. I must have dozed off too.”

“Well…I guess yesterday was a long one for everyone.” (Y/N) heard herself saying.

Taehyung perked up, grinning in agreement. “I knew you’d understand.” he sighed.

“Ohh,” The coyote hybrid watching on stretched the word, (Y/N) finding it hard to tell if he meant it reproachfully. “Careful about giving into him too much. The next thing you know, he’ll have you wrapped around his finger.” warned Hoseok, though his eyes had grown softer, knowing.

(Y/N) stared at Taehyung, who was still the picture of innocence, some of his hair sticking up on one side. Yeah, she could definitely see how that could happen.

(Y/N) glanced over at the dog hybrid, who was staring back at her expectantly. She had gone to the bathroom to relieve herself, washed her face and brushed her teeth with a spare toothbrush (they stocked up on supplies just for guests), only to wander back to Jungkook’s bedroom and find Taehyung still waiting there.

She blinked, “Um, hey…”

He was still in his pajamas, sprawled on his belly with his arms around a pillow. “Hi,” he returned, tail beginning to wag.

Noticing they were alone—it was hard not to with the way his deep blues zeroed in on her—(Y/N) rubbed her neck. “Where’s Hoseok-ssi?”

“Oh, Hobi-hyung went to wake up the others.” He explained, rolling onto his back and staring at her upside down. “He’s the only one who can wake up Yoongi without getting growled at.”

(Y/N) hummed in understanding. Getting a wake-up call every morning from someone who seemed like the embodiment of sunshine wouldn’t be so bad.

“By the way, your phone rang while you were gone.” Taehyung pointed to where her cellphone rested on the nightstand, and (Y/N) gasped.

“My dad! I forgot to call him last night.” She hurried to scoop it up, seeing the battery was low after a night of it not being on the charger, but nevertheless there was enough juice to make a call. “He probably thinks something happened.” Nightly calls had been their routine since she moved out, something that helped them both adjust.

(Y/N) absently sat on the bed and pressed the contact she probably called more than any other. It only took a ring for her father’s voice to answer, sounding a touch frantic. “Hello? (Y/N)?”

“Hi, Papa. Good morning.”

“Aish, ‘good morning’ she says. This kid of mine worried me half to death.”

“I know, I’m sorry…” (Y/N) fidgeted with the drawstrings of her pajamas, “I swear it wasn’t intentional…I just lost track of time while I was out yesterday, and then the weather got bad, so I stayed with some…friends.” That was believable enough, right? Taehyung, who had edged closer and closer, leaned into her phone.

“Hi (Y/N)’s dad.”

Blushing, (Y/N) switched her phone to the opposite hand and cradled it to her ear, despite knowing he could probably still hear everything. The dog hybrid snickered.

“What, who was that? I didn’t think the friend you spent the night with was a man…”

“About that…”

“Wait, is this your way of telling me you’re seeing someone?” Her dad asked quietly. “It’s alright, you know. You’re a young lady living on your own and I know it gets lonely without Ha-Kun.” He said gently. “You don’t have to be coy with me. Papa supports you—”

“No, Papa!” (Y/N) quickly tried to regain control of the conversation as her father fell further and further into the wrong idea. “He’s a friend. Just a friend.” She shot Taehyung a quick glare as she noticed his eyes held no shortage of amusement at her expense.

“Okay, okay, message received.” he assured her, “But, if you do meet some new people, I think that’d be great for you. As long as it brings you happiness I’m on board.”

“Thanks, Papa. I love you.”

“I love you too. Be careful out there today. It might not be actively snowing but there’s plenty from the flurry last night as I’m sure you know.”

“I’ll take it easy. I don’t think I have any assignments to get to today anyway. It’ll likely be quiet.”

“Good. You deserve a rest. Call me if you want to talk, okay?”

“Same goes for you.” (Y/N) replied. The hybrid beside her was all but squirming as the call ended, causing her to raise a brow in bemusement. “What?”

“I like him already.”

(Y/N) was a little taken aback at how matter-of-fact he was about it. “…Yeah?”

“Yeah, he sounded nice. And he raised you. I like you, so I’d probably like him too.”

Part of her wanted to hide her face in her hands. It was sweet, but he said these things so candidly, it was a little hard to take. (Y/N) didn’t think she was particularly easy to fluster but maybe being around this group of hybrids was teaching her things she didn’t know about herself.

The scent from the kitchen was so mouth-watering, it was enough to make a person take a deep breath in and curl their toes. (Y/N) stood at the threshold of the room as Taehyung sauntered in and immediately latched onto Jimin, who didn’t seem startled in the least. Jin was busy at the stove, but looked up and greeted her kindly when he saw her standing there.

“(Y/N)! Don’t be a stranger.” he called out, “Breakfast is almost finished.”

Jimin angled himself so he could see her, wings twitching as Taehyung nuzzled into his neck. “You are staying for breakfast, right?”

“Sure!” She chirped, her shoulders bouncing in a shrug. The young woman was learning. These hybrids were persuasive. And if she had turned down eating with them for the sake of politeness, all that would’ve happened is they’d get pouty about it. This saved them all some extra steps. “Breakfast…sounds good. I’m pretty hungry this morning.”

“You’re in for a treat then. Hyung’s making his cinnamon roll pancakes.” Namjoon informed her from his spot at the counter.

(Y/N)’s stomach gave a long gurgle that had most of the men in the room chuckling. It was embarrassing, sure, but could they blame her? Pancakes were a novelty she hardly ever had, unless she went to visit her dad for a weekend. Since she was used to starting her days early, (Y/N) often had to make whatever she had on hand that could be eaten on the go suffice. Sometimes that was an energy bar and a cup of coffee, sometimes it was toast with jam and something leftover from the night before.

Before she had a chance to voice her enthusiasm, the front door clattered open, a cold gust blowing in that made her yelp. Turning, they watched as Hoseok bounced in, pulling Yoongi by the hand. Both were dressed in winter coats with scarves and hats, but being that Yoongi’s species was perfectly at home in the cold, (Y/N) had to wonder if he needed it. Of course, maybe it was different without his fur. He could be just as susceptible to chill as anyone else—

“Hi family,” Hoseok cooed, “Hi again (Y/N).”

“Hi Hobi,” The other hybrids in the kitchen greeted him fondly.

“Hi Hoseok.” (Y/N) added, laughing to herself. Some people might find his boundless energy annoying, but there was just something about it you couldn’t help but lean into.

“All the animals are fed.” Yoongi announced, not bothering to do much more than nod in her direction when they met eyes. His hair was in his eyes, thanks to the hat, but he looked half-asleep on his feet. Something told her he wasn’t the early riser his packmate clearly was. The yawn he barely managed to stifle behind his glove confirmed that.

“How’s Jilju?” Taehyung asked, lifting his face up.

“Still moody.” Hoseok reported, lips turning down.

“Jilju?” (Y/N) had to assume that was one of their animals, but curiosity prompted her to figure out what kind. Although the meaning of the name was a bit of a giveaway.

“Our horse.” Jimin clarified. Yes, (Y/N) patted herself on the back for her accurate mental guess. “Jungkook’s horse really. They basically grew up together. He named her and everything.”

“She can be a little fussy from time to time, but usually she’s pretty easygoing. Nothing like what she’s been lately. Now she’s like a whole different animal. We can barely get near her.” Jin shook his head, flipping some of the pancakes on his spatula.

That seemed to bring everyone’s mood down.

“Then maybe…she misses Jungkook?” (Y/N) ventured timidly. Putting the pieces together, it seemed he’d been somewhat reclusive since they lost their caregiver. Her heart went out to him, a hybrid she hadn’t even met. Losing Ha-Kun had felt like it would shatter her some days. Grieving could get lonely, even with a good support system.

“I think he still goes out and sees her when we’re not around. I can always catch traces of his scent near her stable when it’s my turn to feed her. He’s probably confiding more in her than us right now.” Namjoon sighed.

(Y/N) didn’t want to risk offending them, but that was good that horse and hybrid at least still had their bond in the middle of the sudden change in their lives. “Oh…then is it unrelated…?”

“We’ve had the same vet that’s been treating the animals since before Gramps adopted us come out and take a look at her. As far as he can tell it’s not anything physical.” The wolfdog continued.

A lightbulb suddenly flickered to life above her head, “If it’s alright with all of you, I could check her over myself?” She offered, “You know, with my abilities. Sometimes that’s all it takes to figure out what’s wrong.”

“Would you?” Jin gasped. “That’s so sweet of you, (Y/N).”

“How much?” Yoongi asked, all business.

“No, I…I wasn’t planning to charge.” She waved her hands at the mountain lion. “It’s a free consultation. You let me stay the night and borrow clothes and fed me without asking for a single won. So let me return the favor.”

“Then I’ll come with you.” Namjoon got up, taller than she remembered him being the night before. That was probably just the fact that she was in a new place and panicking taking precedence back then. “If I’m being honest, I’m a little curious. I never thought I’d meet anyone with magic, so would it be too much trouble to watch you in action?”

“Nah, it’s cool.” (Y/N) agreed. “I get that request all the time. But if I can be honest, it might be a lot less exciting than you’re picturing. My power’s not as flashy as some others out there.”

“Well, we’ll see, won’t we?” Namjoon tilted his head, smirking lightly.

“Before you drag her out there, why doesn’t someone let her borrow a coat and some boots?” Jin suggested, now scrambling eggs. “Sorry, I washed your clothes but they’re still in the dryer.”

(Y/N) warmed at how thoughtful Jin continued to be to her. She would have had no trouble simply putting on her slightly wrinkled clothes from the previous day and washing them when she returned to her apartment. They really were treating her like a guest, and not just a random human that’d blown onto their doorstep.

“She can use mine!” Taehyung was jogging away before anyone could stop him.

“Get her one of my hats, or Jimin’s!” Jin called out, “Ours don’t have holes for our ears, remember?”

It was still a bit hard to believe those were the real thing, and not realistic headbands or something.

For the time being, she really was in a whole new world. And yet, the hospitality of these hybrids and the coziness of their home made it feel partially familiar.

In her career, (Y/N) had helped a wide variety of animals, domestic and exotic, aquatic and desert dwellers. There would always be a special place in her heart for barnyard creatures. Horses and goats and pigs and chickens were among her favorites to work with. Sure, she got her fill of dealing with cats and dogs and sometimes the occasional chinchilla or sugar glider in the city. But driving out to the country, getting that first fresh, twangy breath of air…it was hard to beat.

In wintertime, the smell of honeycomb and freshly mowed grass didn’t drift to her on the wind, but stepping into a warm barn still did it for her. The musk of horse and the sweet scent of fresh hay mingled together as she followed Namjoon inside, glancing at the pen with several goats prancing and eating, then at some very plump and sleepy pigs across from them. The singular stall containing a horse was up ahead, a faint whinny coming from the one and only Jilju.

She was a proud mare, (Y/N) could tell just by looking at her. And oh, was she beautiful. Her mane was silvery blond and shiny, her coat well-kept and her eyes lively and intelligent.

Her nostrils flared as she breathed in the newcomer, head bobbing. “Hey there, Jilju,” Namjoon held up a hand tentatively, not putting it too close to her face. “It’s just me. This is (Y/N). She’s here to see if she can help you.”

The horse danced back and forth in her stable, nickering as (Y/N) walked closer.

“Hello,” she waved, bowing to the horse as she did to all animals when she first made their acquaintance on the job. “It’s like he said. I’m interested in helping you if I can.” She held both hands out in front of her, though the sleeves of Taehyung’s coat nearly swallowed them. “May I?”

There was a beat of silence, the horse staring them down, and Namjoon glancing between them unsurely. Finally, Jilju neighed, stepping away from the stall door. (Y/N)’s heart fluttered with relief, casting a triumphant smile at Namjoon, who nodded in approval. Moving carefully, in case Jilju changed her mind about (Y/N) being in her space, the young woman unlocked the stall and slid in. The hybrid waited just outside, prepared in case he needed to intervene. Jilju paced, nickering restlessly as (Y/N) joined her.

“I’ve heard you’ve been a little temperamental lately. They’re worried about you.” she said softly. “They told me you’re normally very sweet.”

The horse stopped her movement, eyeing (Y/N) carefully. When she was still, (Y/N) touched her forehead using just two fingers. She wasn’t unnerved by the hand, though she tensed momentarily.

“Whoa,” she heard Namjoon mutter, but kept her focus where it was needed.

As she got a peek into the animal’s muddled emotional state, (Y/N) chewed her lip, considering her next question. “So…you’re frustrated. You feel powerless.”

Jilju neighed, and (Y/N) kept going. “I’ve been there too.” Remembering what Namjoon had said about Jungkook confiding in his friend, she decided to hazard a guess. “Is it because someone close to you is hurting so much, and you can’t help him?”

The animal pawed at the ground, her strong neck bobbing as she whinnied through her teeth. “Watching someone you love go through the toughest time of their life does that to you. So does loss. It sounds like you lost someone who cared about everyone and everything on this farm.” She stroked the mare’s hair out of her eyes. “But you’re not losing Jungkook.” (Y/N) stated.

“Not really. I bet him being able to tell you things he doesn’t feel ready to tell anyone else yet has helped him more than you know. You’re his loyal friend. He knows you love him, and that’s why he can come to you. But please don’t take on all that grief and feel like you have to keep it.” An image of nights whispering her truths in the dark to Ha-Kun bubbled to the front of her mind, and (Y/N) felt her lip start to tremble as she sucked in a deep breath. No, she was not going to go down that road right now. This wasn’t about her. “Then…Jungkook might think he’s just burdening you by confiding.”

The horse snuffed indignantly, as if disputing (Y/N), telling her that she could never see it that way. “I know, I know. Just saying.” She patted Jilju’s head. “By the way…are you sure that’s everything?”

Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see Namjoon’s ears go erect, alert as he mumbled “what do you mean?”

“You’re restless and protective, but is there more than one reason?” (Y/N) asked, addressing the mare. A flood of affection swamped (Y/N) and made her fingers tingle. It wasn’t directed at her, and something told her it wasn’t entirely directed at the hybrid boy she was so fond of. Could it be…?

“Namjoon?” She asked.

“Hm?”

“How far’s your closest neighbor?”

“About five miles?” She could hear the strong note of bemusement in those three words alone.

“Do they keep horses too?”

“Actually yeah, they’ve got a few.” He definitely did not see where she was going with her line of inquiry.

“Well, has Jilju ever been around any of them?”

“One broke out and wandered here shortly before we lost Gramps. We didn’t realize it until the next morning though. Why are you…oh.”

(Y/N) nodded, beaming as she stroked her knuckles down the mare’s neck. “Jilju’s a little cranky because she’s expecting.”

“Wow I…that’s great!” Namjoon blinked. “I think.”

“She’s happy, so I’d say it is.” (Y/N) moved slowly down the mare’s body, peering at her side. There was no obvious protrusion just yet. The veterinarian likely had missed the signs before because she wasn’t all that far along. It’s just that everything’s been a bit stressful with the sudden shift. If it’s one thing animals pick up on well, it’s when things are off.”

“I see,” he hung his head, tail drooping pitifully. “Sorry, Jilju. We all care about you as much as Jungkook.” He told her. “We should have known soon—”

“Don’t be sorry.” (Y/N) soothed. “She’s not really upset you didn’t pick it up. It’s probably just stress and hormones.”

“We’ll make sure you get enough to eat now that I know.” Namjoon promised, entering the stall for the first time. Jilju seemed far less antsy than she had been before, letting the hybrid come and press a hand against her neck. “And we’ll have the vet come out for wellness checks, and I’ll get out your favorite blanket, and—”

Jilju whickered, and (Y/N) giggled at Namjoon’s befuddled expression, his eyes wide. “I think she’s saying she appreciates you looking out for her, but try not to go overboard.”

The wolfdog chuffed, “It’s not me you should worry about. Wait until Jungkook finds out he’s gonna be an uncle.”

Something about today was strange, a little exhilaration coursing through his veins. It wasn’t much, but it made him feel more inclined to do…something than he had been since Gramps died.

So he got up at a reasonable time, brushed his teeth and combed his hair. Next came a nice, hot shower, after which he threw on some sweats and a hoodie. There were voices filtering up from downstairs, so he knew he wasn’t the only one awake.

Judging by the aroma in the air, it was time to eat. He missed that. Everyone sitting around happily digging in and playfully bickering over passing dishes. There was just…one person missing now, which was why he hadn’t been able to bring himself to go down and sit among them for meals for over a week.

Whatever stirred him into being proactive today was also guiding him down the stairs on quiet, sure feet.

The warmth hit him full force then, and an overwhelming sense of longing and remorse. Had he really been worrying everyone when they all were facing the same pain he was? That was…that was wrong, selfish.

He had always been selfish, and they let him. But…

The front door opened, his ears lifting as much as they were able. Namjoon stepped in, brushing snow out of his black and silver hair, jaw going slack when he laid eyes on the younger. “J-Jungkook!” His dark eyes were dancing and delighted, so much relief pouring off him the young hybrid’s chest squeezed. He felt even worse.

There wasn’t much time to dwell on that feeling, because his hyung was moving closer, and there was a second figure following him out of the cold. Someone he did not know. Who definitely was not a part of their little family. She stumbled in, tripping more than walking forward as she shut the door and just barely managed to catch herself before face planting. It was probably because those boots were too big for her. Boots he kind of recognized. Yoongi’s feet weren’t huge but they weren’t her size either.

Taehyung’s coat she was swimming in, and the beanie on her head from Jimin fell into her eyes a little as she looked down, still not paying him any mind. Humans didn’t have the same instinctive alertness that they did, though, and there was no doubt to the rabbit that she was one.

“(Y/N)…” Namjoon said, drawing her attention up from the buttons she was fumbling with. The girl’s head whipped up instantly, her eyes large as they cast their curious depths at his hyung, then slid to him. “This is the last member of our pack, Jungkook.”

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Author’s Note: Between this chapter and the last I had two slots on my taglist open up since those no longer seem to be active blogs and I cannot find any new url link. So I added the two people who reached out to me immediately after my taglist closed to be fair, in case either of you is wondering why you were tagged if you were told the taglist closed. For the future, if anyone plans to change their url and wants to be sure their new url can still be tagged, just lmk. Or if you for any reason no longer want to be tagged at some point, just let me know that too, thanks! And you know I was already planning to start the chapter like this, but then I watched a video of Hobi waking the members up through the years and it was so so cute that it pushed me towards doing this even more. Also I finally got to add in Jungkook, officially. Sorry it took so long, but he’s here now and that’s what matters. 😌

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