ENHYPEN HYBRID UNIVERSE (HIATUS)
PLEASE UNDERSTAND THAT THE HYBRID SERIES IS CURRENTLY ON HIATUS. THIS GOES FOR THE INDIVIDUAL MEMBERS!
welcome to the HYBRID UNIVERSE. in here, we have editions of each boys as HYBRIDS. join me in experiencing how each HYBRID grows!
this is a hybrid!enhypen with a human!reader
SCHEDULE: I’ll try to write whenever I can probably when i’m feeling stressed with school🥲
warnings: mostly fluff, little angst. really light hearted so it’s safe for reading. I will add warnings to each chapter if there are any. overall, enjoy reading :D
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you’ve adopted a new friend!
meet lee heeseung, a boy with adorable fluffy ears. be careful not to scare him though :( he gets startled easily.
would you like to meet him?
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more to come…
oh? you’ve just stumbled upon a stray black cat
meet park jongseong also known as jay. he had been abandoned as a kitten and was now fending for himself. poor jay :(
would you like to befriend him?
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more to come…
there were warnings but you didn’t listen to them. why should you? when you’ve grown up with an adorable puppy-like werewolf?
many were terrified of jake. simply because he was a werewolf. werewolf hybrids tend to be known as threatening and high maintenance but not jake though. your parents have been caring for him since he was a pup.
do you wish to love him forever and treat him well?
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more to come…
whoops! you bumped into a toy poodle
his name is park sunghoon! he is usually really quiet but really playful once you get to know him! it’s weird because he likes the cold air of the skating rink. normally toy poodles don’t like the cold air.
would you like to train with him?
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oh? a small fox whimpering on a cold night? you had to save the poor thing.
meet kim sunoo, the desert fox you saved. he was thankful you had saved him and now he repays by helping you out at home! problem is…he was really hyper and active and you just did not have energy to keep up with him.
would you like to stay up with him?
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your parents have just adopted you a new white cat!
his name is yang jungwon. he loves lazing around under the sun in his cat form and he also loves you.
would you like to continue to care for him?
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more to come…
a growl was what you heard from the cage. he was wary of you but you could tell…in his eyes, he is terrified. a black panther in a hybrid pound
his name is nishimura riki. he unfortunately has been abandoned as a cub and has lived in the hybrid pound since then…living conditions were harsh and you felt bad. he deserved the best after all.
would you like to bring him home?
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*MC and Solomon are being interviewed about their relationship*
Solomon: I’m definitely the one that’s in charge in the relationship.
MC:*rolling their eyes* Solo, stand up.
Solomon:*stands up*
MC: Sit down.
Solomon:*sits down*
MC: Look at me.
Solomon:*grinning like a fool, and turning to look at MC*
MC: Good boy~
Solomon:*blushing and clearing his throat* As I was saying, watch this! My star, could you please go fetch my spell book?
MC: Of course.
Solomon: See, MC would do anything for me!
Mephisto:*regretting the whole interview*…..this was pointless.
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I’ve grown to appreciate the aus where Shen Yuan enters the story as “Shen Yuan” - same name, probably similar face, generally able to interact with PIDW as himself and change the story through his added presence. I like the sense of “if only you’d been here, things might have been better the first time around” of it all.
And I was thinking, it’s a funny coincidence in that scenario that someone named Shen Yuan gets put into… another Shen Yuan. What are the chances? What a weird twist of fate that Airplane would pick out the name that his most dedicated critic could slip into seamlessly.
What about a version where it’s not coincidence at all?
Airplane goes to school with a kid named Shen Yuan. He’s prickly and hard to approach and a little intense, but Airplane is persistent. In fairness, Airplane is relentless - and maybe it’s a good thing that they end up being friends, because they’re a little too much for anyone else to handle. They balance each other out. They’re the “weird kids” in class and they’re okay with that, because even when they don’t have any words for it, they know they’re not like their classmates, not really. That’s okay; they don’t want to be.
Recesses and breaks are consumed with the elaborate stories that Airplane wants to tell, and all the holes Shen Yuan pokes into them. It’s not mean-spirited, though, even though Shen Yuan isn’t the kind to temper his words. It’s passionate. He cares about those stories the way Airplane cares about them, and it can’t be mistaken for anything else when they lean together conspiratorially across the lunchroom table. They’ve both got notebooks filled with details and characters and monsters. Shen Yuan’s practically got a whole bestiary sketched out in wobbly childhood attempts at art, entries fervently scrawled beside them. Airplane prattles out plots nonstop, always with the promise of shining eyes and being asked “what happens next?”
They come up with a whole world together. Airplane’s going to write about it someday. Shen Yuan is going to read every word.
Shen Yuan misses school. Shen Yuan starts missing school a lot.
Airplane goes to the hospital room instead. He doesn’t think to worry, because Shen Yuan is okay - that’s what he says. He looks okay, and he’s a kid, and it doesn’t feel real that anything bad should happen to a kid. He doesn’t think to worry. He doesn’t think to say goodbye.
It’s one of the older Shen brothers who catches him on the way up to the room one day, in the hallway just outside - snaps at him to go the fuck home, and when Airplane hesitates, pushes him into the elevator and tells him not to come back. “Tells” is a generous way to describe the way the words come out - a growl, a hiss, the sound an animal would make when a hand got too close to a wound.
(It’s not fair to name a villain after him, even if the name never really comes up in the story. He wasn’t trying to be mean. He’d lost a brother minutes before, and he was getting his brother’s friend out of the way so he didn’t have to… see. It isn’t fair, but then, none of it is fair.)
Death feels very real after that.
The notebooks get shoved into a closet, and it’s not until Airplane’s moving out and one falls on him from a high shelf that he thinks about it again. He’s written things, lots of things, but nothing as ambitious as this - nothing as important. It could be good, he considers. He’d promised. Shen Yuan wanted to read it.
The problem was that no one else does, not for a long time, not until Airplane has whittled himself and his art into a corner and into such an unfamiliar shape that he has to wonder how it’s still his own face he sees in the mirror. He has to eat. He has to pay rent. Shen Yuan would yell at him, but Shen Yuan isn’t there to yell at him, and who cares. Who cares if it could have been better? The people who actually are here love it, and it’s paying his bills, and sometimes stories don’t go the way they’re supposed to and the world is fucking unfair. It doesn’t matter.
(It does. But he shoves that thought away along with styrofoam cups and soda bottles to the bottom of a garbage bag.)
Authors are not gods and their power is limited, but Airplane exercises just a sliver of what he’s been granted and gifts an inconsequential sort of immortality. He thinks about making him a rogue cultivator, maybe the kind that goes around documenting beasts and compiling his findings. He thinks about making him someone too powerful for death to touch, or too important to threaten, but when Airplane looks at the world he crafted and everything that’s become of it, it feels like the kindest thing he can do for Shen Yuan is a childhood where he’s loved, and a death that’s peaceful. What does it say about that world, that he’d kill off his best friend too early again instead of making him live there?
(The best writing he ever does is the only, shining moment of humanity that his scum villain ever displays: a lament about death that comes too early, about a brother gone too soon. The commenters praise him. The commenters flatter over how real the emotions feel. The commenters don’t get any response from Airplane on that chapter.)
Death is incredibly real when it comes for him too early, too, still hovering over his keyboard with the story technically finished and incredibly incomplete. Airplane could tell himself that’s because the written version can never be the version in the writer’s head, always shifting and with every possibility still on the table, but he knows better than that. The System knows better than that, with its condescending message about “improving” his writing and “closing plot holes” and “achieving his original vision”...
…and he’s a child again. He’s a child in his own story, he’s Shang Qinghua now without the benefit yet of a peak or cultivation or anything, and maybe he’s a little bitter, and a little scared, and…
And Shen Yuan - with longer hair, with robes, with a couple of older kids watching him from across the street, but undeniably the prickly little boy who used to sit down imperiously across from him and tell him everything that was wrong with the chuck of writing that had been handed to him last period, but with that smile that said he was only invested because he knew it could be better and they were going to make it better - marches up to him with a fire in his eyes and a frown that warns of a coming tirade.
“You told it wrong,” is the first thing he says.
Shang Qinghua wants to ask how him how he’s here, how this is possible, or maybe laugh because, yeah - yeah, Shen Yuan has no goddamn idea how wrong he got absolutely everything.
(Shang Qinghua wants to say “I missed you” and “why did you leave so soon” but he’s here now. He’s right here.)
“I know,” he says instead. “I’m sorry. It all kind of… spiraled out of control.”
Shen Yuan frowns, but then it dissipates the way it always does, and his eyes shine with ideas the way they always used to. “That’s okay,” he relents, grabbing for his hand. “We’ll fix it. We’ll make it what it was supposed to be.”
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