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jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue · 5 months

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What if... the CEOs were hybrids? Bonus chapter | BTS OT7 au

Welcome to the prequel, I cannot believe how long it's taken me to update this story I really hope you enjoy this <3 (the gif makes me think of the 6 in their office waiting for MC, but Yoongi’s hiding her in his office 🤣) Warnings: menstrual cycle stuff, hormones, possessiveness

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Hybrids: KNJ - Wolf, KSJ - Bear, MYG - Panther, JHS - Lion, PJM - Arctic fox, KTH - Tiger, JJK - Bunny.

“Kitten if you keep pouting so hard you’ll look like a fish,” Yoongi teases without looking up from his paperwork.

“I’m not pouting,” you deny wearing the proverbial pout.

Hoseok snickers, covering it with a weak cough when you glare at him for a second, turning back to Yoongi with your arms crossed.

“Flower you need to look in the mirror,” Taehyung says deeper than usual, making your heart flutter momentarily, the sound makes him smile, but you avoid his gaze.

“Hyung stop being mean or you’ll cloud my sunshine,” Hobi pretends to berate the panther hybrid, all of their tails swishing in the air enthusiastically as you get more riled up.

You were in the main CEO office with three big cat hybrids, most people would stand guard or scared, Yoongi thought, but of course his kitten would stand defiantly in between them with no ounce of fear.

“Just admit you did it on purpose Min Yoongi,” your pout was getting more pronounced at the accusation, a big cute frown on your face that makes Yoongi bite his lips to stop smiling but he fails.

Hoseok and Tae laugh behind their hands or paperwork, both of them clearing their throats and schooling their features before you turn on them.

“What exactly did I do wrong, kitten?” Yoongi asks with a dare in his eyes, a lot of people thought you both didn’t get on but they were wrong. Yes, you both argued and disagreed with each other without care about who was watching but it was only play-fighting, and Yoongi did it on purpose to see his kitten’s claws. Who else in the company would dare confront him like this with his full name on their lips in that demeanour.

“I emailed you my report because you asked for a digital copy AND YOU CHANGED THE FONT!”

Hoseok and Taehyung both clasp their hands over their mouths as the giggles escape, you eye them both distastefully, narrowed gaze piercing them.

“And what’s the problem?” Yoongi smirks, oh you wanted to wipe that smug look off his face.

You groan exasperatedly, huffing loudly which only makes his grin wider. How he loved playing with his kitten, any piece of string he dangled in front of you sent you running in circles with him and he always loved the sight.

“Why did you change it?” The pout is back.

“You’re pouting again Kitten,” Yoongi sighs, “stop it.”

You only pout harder, looking at him like a child being told off but not backing down.

“I’m not pouting,” you argue, and your tone tickles him. For your own safety you needed to be more aware of your facial muscles, or did you not realise every time you purse your lips like that you were just asking to be kissed, and Yoongi was not a gentleman, how long did you expect him to resist?

“Hyung,” Taehyung whines, copying your expression exaggeratedly. “I can’t believe you changed the font on flower’s hard work.”

“How could you?” Hoseok joins in, adopting a childish tone in his voice as he pouts extra hard.

The fake support only makes you glare at them, they sounded ridiculous as they struggled to keep their composure. Yoongi doesn’t hold back his soft laughter, the sound cooling your anger a little.

“You’re not funny,” you say to the duo, watching both their tails swish behind them as they mock you.

“I disagree,” Tae chuckles.

“We’re hilarious sunshine,” Hoseok chimes in, “and Yoongi hyung was right, you are pouting.”

“That is beside the point,” you disregard them, “the point is Min Yoongi disrespected my work.”

“I changed the font Kitten, I didn’t insult it,” he rolls his eyes but the smirk doesn’t disappear.

“Helvetica is an insult,” you mumble, walking away with a stomp in your step. The three cat hybrids start to petulantly whine and complain as you leave, begging for you to stay.

“Kitten, I’ll change it back,” Yoongi calls after you.

“Flower come back,” Taehyung whines.

“Sunshine we were joking!”

But your only response was the slam of the office door.

“No one tell Namjoon.”

“Hyung you were pushing it,” Hoseok berates him gently, “or did you not scent the change yet?”

“Of course I did, it’s my favourite time to play with Kitten,” Yoongi admits. “She’s extra volatile this time of month.”

Taehyung shakes his head in disbelief, “Hyung you’re sadistic.”

Hoseok just stares at the panther with a knowing look. Min Yoongi could pretend all he wanted, but the man was soft for you and your attention.

—

Did their hybrid ears deceive them, or was that your heart pumping out of pace as you stared up at Jin with a spaced out look. The bear hybrid was devastatingly handsome, the whole company knew it, even you weren’t immune to it.

“Angel, are you listening to what Hyung is saying?” Jimin calls you out with a smirk.

“Huh,” you take a second to snap out of it, meeting the knowing look in Jimin’s eyes before you feel your cheeks burn. “Yep.”

It sounds like a squeak as you turn back to the file Jin was holding, trying to read the words on the page but you can’t make out a single sentence. You hear him chuckle beside you, wishing the floor would swallow you whole to escape the sudden embarrassment you felt.

“Beautiful girl, are you feeling okay?” Jin asks with a grin, bathing in the sight of you becoming flustered.

“Flower,” Taehyung stands from his desk with mock worry on his face, taking your hands in his as he stares you down, “your heart rate just skyrocketed, are you okay?”

Jimin and Jungkook push Jin out of the way, the trio surrounding you as they voice their concern over your health, making you want Hell to open up and take you if it meant you could escape this.

“Ya!” Even Jin couldn’t save you now, he may have been the oldest but when the maknaes wanted something they’d get it. He sighs, shaking his head as you fight for words against their attack.

“You don’t have a temperature,” Jungkook mutters with a pout, the back of his hand pressed to your forehead.

“This is serious,” Jimin contemplates, his hands on your cheeks as he looks into your eyes, “there’s no reason for angel’s heart rate to shoot up out of nowhere,” he fights the smirk but you can hear it in his voice, he knows exactly why you were like this, damn their hybrid senses.

“Bunny, are you sure you don’t have a heart condition?”

“Should we book an appointment with the company doctor,” Taehyung says to the two, his acting skills better than them by far, even you were almost convinced it would be a good idea.

“This isn’t the first time it’s happened Bunny, what if it’s something serious?” Jungkook teases, unable to stop the grin on his face.

“Has no one else picked up on it Angel?” Jimin asks innocently before his eyes change again, a cheshire cat smile on the fox’s face forming without restraint. “It only ever happens with us.”

Your whole head feels like it’s on fire, the open mouth of shock pressing shut with annoyance.

“Maybe I’m allergic to you guys,” you say through gritted teeth, making the boys gasp in outrage at the idea.

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It hurt like a bitch, like little fists were punching you from the inside out and all you could do was grit your teeth and take painkillers, which you swear did nothing. You try to suppress a groan, pressing your lips together hard as you get through another cramp. You wish you didn’t come in today but there was an important meeting and you stupidly thought that was more important than crying in bed in pain alone.

You don’t notice three sets of eyes on you, looking on with worry. It's when you clutch your abdomen, eyes squeezed closed, that they know they can no longer leave you be.

“Y/n you stink,” Suran says nonchalantly as she passes your desk, the Chihuahua hybrid dropping off some files before giving you a fake sympathetic smile and holding her nose as she walks away.

Taehyung growls as he overhears, the chihuahua’s attention snapping to the tiger with fear widening her eyes, noticing Jimin looking at her with the same predatory hate that makes her cower away with a whine.

You sigh when she walks away, hating the fact that every hybrid in the room knew exactly which point of your monthly cycle you were in, even with all the suppressants they had to take. At first it was weird to get used to, embarrassing even but with time it was just the way things were. Sometimes you had to admit it did have it’s benefits, like when you ranted to your panda hybrid BFF about Min Yoongi and the helvetica altercation she may have pointed out that you were PMSing and your patience with the panther was at sub zero because of it. Maybe you were overreacting about the whole font thing, just a little.

“Noona,” Jungkook calls for your attention, the other two in tow looking at you with so much sympathy it was as if someone was dying.

“Angel, care to follow us?” Jimin says holding out his hand for you to take.

You smile knowingly, but it doesn’t stretch very far. Every month your favourite trio found a way to distract you from work and form a cuddle nest in Yoongi’s office which he always allowed to your surprise. He would stare at the four of you while he pretended to work, both of you wishing he would just join the cuddle pile.

“Guys I can't, I've got a meeting soon,” you say, glancing at the clock. “And you three are 20 minutes late to yours.”

They mumble feeble excuses which you silence with an unimpressed look.

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You almost crawl into the meeting room, your pace so slow your usual 30 minutes early to prep was now cut to 25, Jin had been pacing the room for five minutes wondering whether you had died, Namjoon restraining him from going to look for you telling the bear hybrid he was being too dramatic.

Of course, Namjoon eats his own words when they see you enter. Jin was normally the one to preempt your ritual of setting up, normally joining you so he could steal your time before being surrounded by your colleagues. This time round, Namjoon decided to join him and he’s so glad he did.

The protective growl is barely contained, he doesn’t know what hits him first, your palor, the smell of blood or the way you are so obviously in excruciating pain.

“Baby girl,” his voice is on edge, “what are you doing here?”

You frown at him, wincing when another cramp makes you want to double over and die, did he have to ask you stupid questions?

“Setting up,” you say breathlessly with a slight groan, pressing your lips together as if those two words alone just added tenfold to the agony.

“I don’t think so,” the characteristic rise of his eyebrow tells you he’s serious, “go home, you’re in no state to work.” he turns to Jin, “Hyung, do you think you could drive-”

“I’m fine,” even through the struggle of those quiet words he could hear your stubbornness.

He exhales, staring you down, jaw clenched. Jin glances between you both, even in your frailer than usual state he could see you weren’t going to back down, either of you.

“Beautiful, maybe we should-”

“Nope,” you shake your head, ignoring them and starting to prep for the meeting, you were running out of time. You try to behave as normal, standing a little straighter, but your movements were slow, your head fuzzy.

“Y/n I am not kidding around, you look like you’re going to pass out,” Namjoon grits his teeth to stop himself yelling, he never yelled, but this or something similar happened every month and his patience ran out about a year ago.

You scowl at the lack of his term of endearment in that sentence, didn’t he know you were in pain? And he was going to call you by your name? The gall of the lead CEO, thinking he could just boss you around like he was… Huh, maybe your brain was suffering from a lot of blood loss, you genuinely forgot this man was your employer.

“I’m going to be fine,” you sigh, tired of everything. You just needed to make it through the day, only… 7 more hours left. You stop yourself from bursting into tears at the thought, why was time torturing you today?

Jin watches Namjoon clench his fist, the bear hybrid taking a step back when the wolf’s eyes have that red glint in them that meant oncoming doom. You were somehow blissfully unaware, although he knew that wouldn’t last long.

It's when you try to muffle a wince that he can hear the low growls coming from the male, his tail stiff and straight, making Jin’s instincts want to stand in front of you and defend you but the more rational part of his brain knew Namjoon would never hurt you.

“Beautiful girl…” He tries again, nervously laughing but you seem to be oblivious to the state of the predator in the room. “I think-”

The whimper you try to conceal cuts him off, you’re clutching the edge of the table in front of you so hard your knuckles are white, your whole posture stiffening as you ride out the spasms your lower region assaults on your body. His eyes go wide when he doesn’t hear you breathe, he steps closer to you quickly as it passes and when you release the table you stumble back into his chest.

His arm wraps around you quickly, keeping you steady as you catch your breath. Your stance is weaker, he can see your eyes are out of focus when he tilts your head to look at him.

“You shouldn’t be here beautiful,” he sighs. “You should be at home, in bed, resting.”

“But-”

“I’m taking you home,” he insists, and he’d stay with you, no way was he going to leave you alone like this. He bet you hadn’t had anything to eat today either.

“But the meeting,” you whine weakly, you put so much work into today and your biology was ruining it. “No, I’m going to stay.”

You both hear the low rumbling sound behind you, tentatively turning towards the hooded eyes directed at you. You feel a shiver shoot down your spine, Jin holding you tighter against him.

When he takes a step closer you instinctively try to take one back, unable to move with Jin freezing in response to the wolf. Namjoon lets out a deep breath, as if trying to control his instincts, instincts that scream at him to take his mate home, build her a nest and trap her in it until she recovers.

“Baby girl you either let Hyung take you home now,” he pauses, searching your eyes for the defiance he needed to subdue. The corner of his lips twitch as if he’s almost amused, but really it's because his patience has been tested to its limits.

You try to speak but no sound leaves, all you can do is watch the predator stalk up to you, looking up at him as his gaze almost dared you to try and challenge him.

“Or…” his smile doesn’t reach his eyes, stretched thin like his nonexistent tolerance for your attitude.

“I call security to escort you out of the building.”

You gawp at him in surprise, he wouldn’t, there is no way on Earth he would call security on you.

“Don’t test me Y/n, it’s for your own good,” he grunts in reply to your unspoken thoughts, the fake smile gone to reveal his glare. He doesn’t back down, doesn’t flinch even when he can see your eyes starting to water. He marches over to the internal company phone when you don’t move towards the exit, Jin having released you to watch your reaction. You cross your arms, looking at the wolf with just as much contempt despite the pain you were in. The adrenaline of your standoff helped a little, but you would die before you admit it.

He scoffs after waiting a second too long, unbuttoning his cuffs and pushing his sleeves up his arms. They felt like they were constraining him, the tie and collar would have to be loosened next once he dealt with you. He glares at you again, ready to end this stalemate, but your eyes aren’t on his with fire like he expects. Instead, they travel down his arms, breath caught in your throat at the angry veins protruding out of his skin. The smirk on his face was real this time, only when he picks up the phone do you return his stare. He wouldn’t…

“Security,” it’s a gruff command and your jaw drops in disbelief.

—

“So Bunny isn’t talking to you?” Jungkook isn’t gloating, not really, the grin he has on his face wasn’t cruel, he just found the situation entertaining.

“Even I thought he was bluffing with the security card,” Jin shakes his head at the memory, you held back tears the whole drive home, you ranted to Jin about how Namjoon could possibly to that to you and who did he think he was, you didn’t stop for the whole afternoon and evening until Jin left.

“I was half bluffing,” Namjoon groans, “I didn’t really call them, I just made her think I did.”

“But you would have if she didn’t move,” Yoongi challenges, a smirk evident on his face that he wasn’t buying it.

“As if you wouldn’t have called them either,” the lead CEO huffs.

“Oh please, Kitten wouldn’t refuse me,” the smirk only grows when the wolf glares at the panther. “And if she did, she would have paid for it.”

“She was already paying in pain, hyung,” Taehyung whines, not liking the way Yoongi was talking. “My poor flower.”

“It’s been a week,” Namjoon starts massaging his temples with his fingertips feeling the stress radiate from his brain like a migraine. “When is she going to let it go?”

“Have you apologised?” Hoseok asks, not looking up from his paperwork until his question is met with silence.

Oh if only you could see the wolf with his tail between his legs right now. He tries not to laugh at the obvious embarrassment on Namjoon’s face as he tries to come up with an excuse.

“I don’t think he needs to apologise,” Yoongi says.

“Of course you don’t” Jimin sasses with an eye roll. “Whether hyung was right or wrong, he still hurt my angel’s feelings.”

“I think he’s paid for it enough,” Jin chuckles, “you should’ve seen his face when beautiful called him Mr Kim.”

Jaws drop, in shock and a little in second hand pain if that was ever a thing. They wouldn’t know at all how to handle you acting so coldly.

“Not even Kim Depyunim,” Jin continues as if he was sharing a scandal. “Mr Kim.”

“Woah,” Jungkook breathes, completely taken back. “Remind me not to get on Noona’s bad side.”

“Ididitforherowngood!” Namjoon yells to his own defence, sounding unusually high pitched before groaning, planting his head on the table.

The others snicker to themselves, the sound making the wolf bang his head lightly but repeatedly on the wooden desk.

—

“Sunshine, are you still mad at Namjoon?” Hoseok asks you as you both walk to your meeting. His question pulls your attention out of the file you were rechecking.

“No…” you deny, pouting as you return to reading.

“Sunshine…” he sighs.

“Maybe,” you try again more honestly.

“Well then you should be mad at all of us,” he replies, making your snap towards him. He doesn’t meet your gaze, staring in front of him with confidence. “We all would’ve done exactly the same thing.”

You sigh displeased with that information.

“But Hobi-”

That does make him turn towards you, pulling your arm and stopping you both in your tracks. Thankfully the corridor was empty, but he still glances around before giving you his full attention.

“Sunshine, none of us like seeing you in pain,” he explains, “and for some reason you don’t listen to your body.”

You open your mouth to argue but his stare makes you back down, pressing your lips closed with another pout. He chuckles softly at the sight.

“He didn’t go about it the best way, but he didn’t do it to undermine you sunshine,” he explains calmly. “He did it because he was worried about you.”

You stare at his shoes, feeling mildly dejected at his gentle berating. You miss the grin on his face, finding you adorable. He gives the corridor another glance around to make sure no eyes could catch him, before he pulls you into a hug, chuckling to himself at how endearing he found everything about you, even the parts that sometimes exhausted them.

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“No!” he roars childishly. “I know Flower better!”

You wince at his volume, the three maknaes tended to forget about the crowd of colleagues surrounding you when they had these battles for your attention.

Jmin and Jungkook scoff loudly, making you wince even harder, glancing at the other desks and watching people whisper in amusement. Why did they do this to you?

“Please, you don’t even know your flower’s favourite flower!” Jimin contends with just as much volume as the tiger, tail swishing back and forth faster and faster.

“You just admitted she’s my flower,” Taehyung counters as if he’s won.

“Guys,” you say quietly, not wanting any more attention, but needing to stop it. You pull on Tae’s sleeve to get him to stop.

“Look you can’t even read Bunny’s body language,” Jungkook stands with his hands on his hips, stalking up to the tiger as if he wasn’t a prey hybrid. Honestly sometimes you’d forget if it wasn’t for the bunny ears on his head.

“And you can?” Jimin and Taehyung say simultaneously.

“Better than you can!” Jungkook shouts back, “you’re making Noona uncomfortable right now.”

Oh the irony obviously went over the youngest’s head and then twirled around him and yeeted for good measure.

“Can you guys please quieten it down?” you beg, “or take it elsewhere.”

Three sets of eyes now snap and stare directly at you, oh shit this was exactly what you wanted to avoid.

“Flower tell them I know you best,” Taehyung demands, crouching beside you and turning your chair to face him.

“Angel don’t you dare lie to him to save his feelings,” the arctic fox growls, the sound not as impressive as Namjoon’s but you find it cute, or you would in any other situation.

“Bunny-”

A large shadow looms over the four of you, catching the hybrids’ tongues in their throats. They audibly swallow, slowly turning to see the daggers the big bad boss wolf threw at them with his glare.

“Didn’t we have that thing…?” Jimin cowers back without taking his eyes off the lead CEO, swearing to himself he could see steam leaving his ears.

“That important thing,” Taehyung seconds as if he didn’t spend the last half an hour disagreeing with everything the fox said.

The three of them scarper off, as if the ends of their tails were on fire, unable to leave fast enough. You shake your head at their antics but smile in amusement despite the trouble they caused.

Namjoon’s presence had everyone turn back diligently to their work, he surveys the whole floor, making sure not a single hint of attention strayed from what he paid them to do. You look up at his glowering presence, grinning at how serious his demeanour was. His eyes catch yours when he hears your light laughter, the stern expression on his face melting away.

You weren’t giving him the narrowed eyes of spite that he was getting used to, was it too early to sigh in relief? He watches you cautiously, words catching in his throat that he clears, but when he opens his mouth nothing comes out. You smile at him so radiately it disarms him, his palms starting to sweat, you reduce the strong alpha to a pup with that look of endearment.

“Thanks Joonie,” you whisper, “they were getting to that stage where it would’ve been impossible to stop.”

You shake your head again, looking down at your computer completely unaware of the puddle the CEO was turning into beside you. He feels his soul elevate back into place after being dragged along the floor for a week. He wasn’t Mr Kim anymore, the relief flooded through him.

“Baby girl,” he calls for your attention quietly, standing over you with an arm on your desk. You glance up at him, caught in his soft gaze, blinking a couple of times at the sight.

“Hmm?”

“I’m sorry for last week, I was out of line but I was worried about you.”

He leans down closer, his face an inch away from yours. He smirks when he sees your eyes dilate, an inner voice berating him about rules and etc that he ignores for a second.

“That being said,” he continues gently. “Never call me Mr Kim again.”

He breaks out into a grin at the sound of your soft laughter.

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meowhara · 6 months

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Halloween Special🔮

Mafia!Miguel O'Hara x Fem Bunny Hybrid!Reader

cw : none! cry baby reader ig 😌

author's note : Tbh I almost delete this draft because of how boring it is (at least in my opinion). I got a better story idea midway of writing this but I don't have any time to redo so here you go. Sorry if it's too boring to read :)

"What is Halloween?" You asked as you laid on your stomach on a red fluffy sofa and scrolls through your pink phone (that he just bought for you) in his office.

"Halloween? Oh it's a celebration where you go around the neighborhood wearing stupid costumes and trick or treating people in order to collect candies." He said with a snarl. He couldn't even remember when was the last time he went trick or treating. But he does remember a childhood memory of him and Gabriel, walking in the middle of the night dressing up as Mario and Luigi. The memory of them laughing with mouthful of candies in their mouth.

You gasp, interrupting his train of thought. "I want to wear costumes! I never got to wear one before!" You said as you start skipping excitedly towards his working desk where he is sitting right now. "You? Want to wear costumes?" He look up at you through his lashes as if you just said an utterly stupid idea, not taking his reading glasses off before he continue working on some business paper on his desk.

You nodded, "Please... Pretty please?" Miguel ignores you and continue signing tons of paperworks that he needs to work on. "Is that a yes?" You asked again, hoping that he'll let you dress up for the up coming Halloween which is today. He stood up suddenly and starts walking towards the exit of his office. "Aww Miguel? Please??" You said as you follow behind him.

He kept ignoring you and kept walking towards the front door. "Miguel... Pleaseee? Just let me dress up this one time for Halloween." You kept begging and tugging on his sleeve while looking up at him with the biggest puppy eyes he has ever seen. He stopped in front of the door to put his coat and black frame red lens sunglasses on. Before looking down at you with an annoyed expression, "Lyla, help and make her whatever costume she wants." He said while looking at Lyla who's busy typing on her phone with her back leaning onto the nearest wall.

She rolled her eyes before standing up back straight. "Why me? I'm busy too you know?" She sneered as he looks at Miguel and crossing her arms in front of her chest. But he didn't say anything before walking out the door and driving away with some of his men.

You let out an exited squeak and your small fluffy bunny tail starts to wag in excitement before you turned to look at Lyla with a wide happy smile on your face. She let out a frustrated sigh and rubs her face with her palm before she looks at you, feeling defeated. "Come on you little ball of fur." You happily follows behind her towards the living room.

Miguel is sitting on the back seat of his car as his second man in command drives him to a meeting he needed to attend. "Cancel all the plans I have for this evening." He said while he lit up his cigarette. "Sir, but your schedule are packed today. You have several important meetings to attend to." The man behind the wheel said. "I don't care. I don't want to be interrupted for the rest of my evening." Miguel said after he puffed a cloud full of smoke from his mouth. "Is it because of Y/N?" The driver raised one of his eyebrows at Miguel and looked at him through the rear view mirror. Miguel was caught off guard from the question, he let out an offended scoff. "No. One more word out from your mouth and I'll cut your tongue off." He growls before the driver let out a satisfied chuckle and focus back on the road.

"So what do you want to dress up as, Y/N?" Lyla asked you as she tried to look up for costume references online with her phone. "I want to be umm what's the name of the little girl with red cloak?"

"Red cloak— Little red riding hood?" She said with an eyebrow raised at you. "Yes her! I want to dress up as her. I thought it would fit me." You said with a bright smile. "Why don't you just dress up as a bunny? You have the ears already right? Wouldn't that be easier?" She obviously doesn't want to make anything too complicated since this is not the part of her job, babysitting her boss's little girlfriend? Yeah right.

"But I want to be the little red riding hood..." You pouts, hoping that will make her change her mind. "Ugh fine. You're lucky you're so cute." She pinch your cheek softly before standing up. "Where are you going, Lyla?" You asked, wondering why she stood up suddenly. "You want a costume right? Don't you need some fabric for that?" She said as she walks to the front door and put her black leather jacket and her black motorcycle helmet on. "Right... Can I come with you?" She just sigh, "Y/N, Miguel will chop my head off if I let you out without his supervision. Just stay at home and wait okay?" Your bunny ears fall backwards from disappointment but you nodded anyway.

After she went out to buy some fabric and other things to help you make a costume she then came back to Miguel's masion. You spend the whole day with her making your costume using an old sewing machine she somehow found in Miguel's basement. Lyla made the red cloak and a matching little red riding hood inspired dress. She even bought a small brown basket to match your costume.

Miguel came back home right after you finished making the costumes you wanted. He entered the living room just to find it messy with fabrics everywhere. Lyla rests her head against the sofa's back pillows with her eyes closed. "You need to pay me extra for this you know?" She said still with her eyes closed. "Where is Y/N?" He asked, ignoring what she just said to him. But she just replied back with a shrug.

"Lyla—" He raised his voice before you hugged him from the back. "Miguel! You're back." He turned to look at you and his expression softens instantly. "What are you dressing up as?" He asked as an amused smile appeared across his face. You gave him a quick 360° spin to show your costume off to him. "Little red riding hood! Do you like it?"

The way your red cloak's hood covers your head, leaving your beautiful mostly adorable face for him to look at and the way your bunny ears are hidden by the hood. And how the matching dress Lyla made for you makes you look even more adorable to look at, it does suit you perfectly. His little red riding hood, he thought to himself. Deep down he's in love with how you look but he's too embarrassed to say it. "It looks okay."

You tilt your head to the side and took the hood off, exposing you bunny ears as it straightened back up like usual. "You... Don't like it?" You said with a sad tone which made Miguel regret his answer right away. "No— no. I do like it. You look... Good." Your face lit up right away, "You think so?" He just nodded, worried that another stupid word out of his mouth will make you upset.

You giggles and hug him tight. He got surprised by your sudden hug but he hugs you back any way, as gentle as possible. You then look up at him with the brightest smile that stole his heart every single time he looks at you smiling at him. You pull away before you jump a little to gave him a little kiss on the cheek. His face turned into a redder shade right away from your kiss which makes you giggle even more. Lyla rolled her eyes as she watches her boss getting flustered from a kiss that you just gave him. She cleared her throat to catch your attention, "Don't you have a surprise for Miguel, Y/N?"

"Right! I do have a surprise for you." You said before taking a small pile of clothing that you neatly folded from the living room table. "What is this?" He said before taking it from you. "A costume for you. I thought it might be even better if you dress up with me." He unfolded the clothing, trying to figure out what kind of costume it is. It looks like a pretty long black cape with red fabric in the inner side of the cape. "You want me to wear this?" He asked, unsure whether he wanted to accept your request or not. At the same time he doesn't want to hurt your feelings.

"Yes, it's a vampire costume— I mean cloak. I mean you just need to put that over your suit since your outfit is already kind of... Vampirey enough." You said sheepishly. "No. That's not going to happen." He fold the cloak and offers it back to you. "B— but I worked hard to make that cape for you... Please just wear it." You begs, trying to make him change his mind.

"Don't be such an asshole boss. She made it for you, at least wear it for her." Lyla jumped into the conversation because she feels bad if Miguel just turned down your hard work just like that. He look at you for a while before letting out a long and tired exhale, "Fine. I'll wear it. But just for today." Your face lit up once again as he wears the cape. "You know what will make the costume look better, Y/N? Fake fangs." She teased.

Instead, you took her teasing seriously and starts dragging Miguel with you towards his bedroom where you make him sat down in front of the mirror to put fake fangs on him. "Is this really necessary?" He pouts likes a child. "Mhm it is. It's Halloween after all." You said while you put the fangs on him without him complaining at all, different from usual. "I regret telling you anything about Halloween." He mumbles before checking himself on the mirror and taking a look at the fake fangs.

"So, what do you think?" Your eyes are focused on his reflection on the mirror. But he didn't answer, he just stares at you from the mirror. "Miguel, are you okay? Are you mad at me?" He starts walking towards you slowly with his brows knitted together, angry. "M— Miguel? What's wrong?" You backs away from him, you can feel fear surging through you veins from how different he acts all of the sudden.

The back of your legs are now pressed against the bed, leaving you no more room to escape. His eyes are looking down at you like a predator looking at it's prey. Now you know how much fear the little red riding hood must felt when she met the wolf in disguise. You can hear your own heartbeat in your ears from how scared you felt at the moment. Your bunny ears fall backwards when you're feeling scared or nervous and you can feel your legs shaking in fear.

Miguel pounce at you, tackled you off your feet before your back landed on the bed. You screamed and put your hands in front of your face for protection. But to your surprise Miguel let out a laugh, "Can't believe you fall for that, little one." He said before smothering your face with kisses. "W—what?" You look up at him with fear, tears blurring your vision. "I was just messing with you. No need to get so worked up over it." He teased as he starts kissing your neck and nibbles on it gently.

"Why would you do that for?" You can't stop yourself from crying, some tears fell from your eyes before you wiped it all away. "Aww don't cry. Why are you crying?" He teases even more and move aside so you can get back up on your feet. You know how much of a tease he is when you two are in private, especially when he's in a very good mood. "You scared me." You said as you sat back up angrily before looking away from him.

He smirked and gave you a soft kiss on the forehead, "My bad, little one. Come on don't be mad, I was just toying with you." You look away from him with your hands crossed in front of your chest to show that you're mad at his joke. "Little one? Please talk to me. I'm sorry okay? I mean it." He motions your head to face him with his hand before caressing your chin with his thumb while looking at you with an apologetic expression. An idea came up in your head before your face softens a little, "I'll forgive you if you let me go trick or treating tonight." You said with a smirk, challenging him.

"Oh getting smarter aren't you. I like that. But no trick or treating. You know how dangerous it is at this hour, little one."

"Why? Everybody went outside already! I don't want to miss anything." You said with a small pout. "By me letting you dress up and even let myself dress up because you asked me to is a miracle itself, trust me."

"You're lame." You grumbled under your breath. "Care to repeat that? I don't think you're loud enough the first time you said it."

You ignore him and it's getting on his nerves but he's trying to keep himself calm for your sake. "It's getting late. Let's go downstairs and eat dinner."

Throughout the dinner you're awfully quiet and kept playing with your food, not eating any of it. He understood by now how pissed you are just because he didn't let you to go out. He didn't allowed you to do one thing that everybody does on Halloween and it's pissing you off, horribly. "Y/N, please just eat your food. I got you your favorite carrot, the freshest even. I know you're upset but you can't starve yourself like this." He said, trying to make you understand the situation better. "Look I know how pissed off you are by how I'm being overprotective. But you need to understand that this is for your own good." He kept trying to persuade you with his words. But you're too angry to listen. "You're just being selfish." You hissed at him, making his heart break.

He tried to think of a way to make you at least a little bit happier. He called one of his men to prepare something for you in order to make it up to you. "Look I know I can't let you out to go trick or treating. But I prepared a batch of candies outside my door so kids can take those. So, you won't missed out anything since you can still watch people coming by from inside the house. You can even greet them yourself if you want." He said with so much warmth in his voice. You stood up quicker than the speed of light, "Really? I can do that?!" He nods before you jumped at him to give him a big hug. "Thank you thank you thank you!"

"In one condition. You need to finish your dinner first." You nodded before eating your dinner as fast as you can before you rush towards the front door and sat by the window, waiting for anyone to come up to take candies from the big container full of candies.

Miguel just smiled as he watches you from the living room, your bunny tail waging in excitement. He's happy that you're happy and that's what matters the most for him. Paperworks waited for him upstairs so he went back inside his office to work while you're still sitting near the window with his sidekicks watching over you for him.

Hours has passed and he's still up in his office, busy until he heard a knock on his door. "Come in." Eyes still glued to his work, one of his sidekick enters his office. "Sir, it's Y/N. She's umm how do I explain this? She's been very quiet for the past hour and her ears— it's not standing up. You know what I mean?" He sigh before looking up from his paperwork to his sidekick. "Is she asleep?" He asked, tiredness filled his voice. "No I think she's crying..." Miguel rubs his eyes with his palms before rushing out from his office, "Oh for fuck's sake."

"Sir, don't you want to take that ridiculous costume off." His sidekick complaints, tugging on his vampire cloak that you made just for him. "Touch it one more time and I'll break your hands myself." He growls before his sidekick raised his hands up, off of the cape. "Sorry."

Miguel saw you weeping on the floor, still with your little red riding hood costume on. "Hey, little one. What's wrong?" He crouched down beside you just to find your face wet from tears. "I waited and waited for hours but nobody came... Why didn't they show up?"

Miguel didn't think about the fact that his mansion is just too scary for any kids— anyone to walk to his door and take some candies. "Look, maybe they didn't know there are candies there. We can try again next year okay?" He patted your back as an attempt to calm you down. "Is it my outfit? Did they not like my outfit?" You asked in between sobs, you couldn't believe all that hardwork you spend on making costumes are wasted just like that. "Of course not. You look gorgeous! Next year I promise we'll go out together on Halloween okay? So you can go trick or treating." You wipe your tears away and look up at him, "Promise?"

"Promise." He said before he pulls you into a hug. The hug lasted for quite a while before you let out a loud yawn. He laughs before pulling away from the hug, "Let's go to bed, little one. You look sleepy." He helps you to get back on your feet. "Don't people watch scary movies on Halloween? I haven't done that yet." You mumbles as you rub your eyes with the back of your hands. Miguel look up at his watch, the time is currently showing 11 PM. "It's past your bedtime and besides you wouldn't even last a second watching a horror movie."

"Just one movie... I promise I'll go to sleep right away." He never wanted you to stay too long after your bedtime but he let it slide this time. "One movie okay? Then you'll go to bed right away." You smile happily before you two made your way towards the living room then sat down on the sofa.

He turn the TV on, "What do you want to watch?" He asked as he sat down beside you, you're sitting down comfortably leaning over his massive build. "I want to watch horror movies!" He can tell just by how exited you are that you never watched any horror movie before. He shook his head with a smile before he picked any random movie for you to watch. His arms found it's way around your shoulder, pulling your body closer to his.

Five minutes into the movie and you're fast asleep, snoring softly with your ears falling to the side. He smiles to himself again before carrying you upstairs like a baby. He then put you down on his bed, he doesn't even bother to take your costume off since he know how much you like wearing it.

He planted a light kiss on your forehead, "Good night, my little red riding hood."

#hybrid reader #mafia fanfic #yandere miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara #yandere mafia #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #mafia au #halloween #halloween special #yandere #yandere miguel x reader

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ickadori · 7 months

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++ 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀

[summary] focalors takes on a rather rambunctious puppy hybrid.

[cws] fem reader -> hybrid reader. tribbing. oral (furina receiving). ownership (hybrids are deemed as pets). overstimulation (furina). unedited.

Lady Furina had never found the prospect of ‘owning’ a hybrid to be beneficial to her in any way, even when it first became legal to do so in Fontaine and it was all the rave.

Merely stepping onto your front porch for a breath of fresh air granted you the sight of hybrids of all kinds being led around the streets by their owners; cat hybrids, bunny hybrids, dog hybrids, lamb hybrids, hybrids that looked more animal than human and vice versa.

She never let her gaze stray to them, not even when they ogled so shamelessly and tried to grab her attention. She was usually more than happy to indulge her citizens when they so desperately wanted her attention (always the show off) but she deemed hybrids as… less than. She was a God, after all, thee God. A God amongst Gods when compared to the others, and someone of her caliber was above giving mere animals, property, her attention.

But then you had appeared in her courtroom - an overactive dog hybrid without an owner who had been accused of stealing food from the local vendors. It was a case hardly worth her attention, you being the clearly guilty party, the only evidence they needed being the gooey danishes haphazardly crammed into your pockets, but yet she still found herself engaged in the proceedings.

She watched from her perch as you poorly tried to act as your own defense, brazenly denying that the sweets you had stolen were actually stolen. You claimed that you had baked them yourself at home, despite your lack of a home. When the scales had finally tipped against you and the verdict was read, you had hurriedly stuffed the sweets into your mouth before the guards could drag you away, eliciting a chorus of laughter and cheers to ring throughout the room.

You had managed to pique her interest - you were amusing, opposed to other members of your species who served as nothing more than a cute thing on a leash to be shown off. You were rebellious, but not in way that of someone purposefully trying to anger the law - it seemed that you just had poor impulse control, lacked a proper owner to reel you in and quell those bad behaviors…

Furina saw herself fit to be that owner.

Furina would never admit that she had bitten off more than she could chew, especially when it came to her being overwhelmed with disciplining a hybrid of all things. A woman of her stature, a God, unable to keep something not too far removed from an animal in check? Preposterous!

“S-Stop it at once!” Her voice is breathy, weak, and it holds none of the finality and confidence that it usually does in the courtroom. Her gaze, usually so firm (yet still often wavering), is clouded now, dazed and heated as she looks up at you from where you have her pinned beneath you, her thighs pushed apart and up as you straddle her sex, your own sex frantically sliding against her own.

“Lady Furina,” you pant, hips desperately bucking against hers, breasts bouncing and swaying with each of your movements. Your clit repeatedly bumps into hers, puffy lips sticky with yours and hers juices. “Lady Furina! ‘S good—you feel so good!”

She gasps, nails clawing at the wooden floor she’s splayed on, and her head weakly shakes from side to side. She can’t count how many times she’s come, nor how many positions you’ve put her in ever since she walked through the front door of your shared home — her mind has been coming and going since you first wrestled her pants down and buried your face between her slender thighs, tongue sloppily lapping at her clit and folds.

Sticky, tacky sounds can be heard as you hump her cunt, pussy lips gliding together, holes drooling and clits kissing. Your clit is hard and twitching over hers, and she keens, lips parting and eyes glossing over.

“Messy… ‘n wet.” Your ears twitch atop your head, nose wrinkling and eyes rolling as your hips begin to move more aggressively, firmer, rougher, cunt dragging against hers. The dustings of white hair on her cunt is slick with the both of your juices, sparkling like a pretty diamond, and a scream gets caught in her throat when you slide your pussy off of hers and drop to your stomach between her thighs, mouth latching onto her as you lap at her dripping hole.

You moan and groan against her, slurping at her cunt and sucking on her clit. Your tongue weaves between her folds, dips into her fluttering hole and rubs against her walls, even travels down her crack and teases at her other hole, eliciting a yelp and a weak pull at your ear until you go back to feasting on her pussy.

You mumble something against her, words muffled due to your lips being suctioned around her clit, and your hands move to grope at her breasts, fingers sinking into the flesh as you squeeze at the small mounds.

You detach from her clit, lips brushing against the sensitive bud as you rasp out, “Come, Lady Furina. Come again—like last time. I wanna taste you.” Your words are fast, slurred together, and suddenly two fingers are pushing into her hole with a lewd squelch, your lips moving back to suck at her clit with vigor.

Furina’s eyes snap shut, hips rocking into your mouth as you rub at her walls, and she lets out broken moans and stuttered gasps as she feels that immense pressure getting ready to release.

Your fingers scissor inside of her, tongue lapping at her clit, and her thighs clamp around your head as a spray of fluids leave her, an excited yip leaving you as she drenches your mouth, chin and cheeks further.

Your fingers pull free from her spasming cunt to instead push past your lips, fluttering eyes focused on her sensitive, overstimulated sex, and Furina lets her head knock back against the floor as she fights for her breath.

She doesn’t even attempt to get up, muscles feeling like jelly, but after a few seconds she begins to wish that she had at least tried, maybe then you wouldn’t have taken her stillness as a sign to once again slot your pussy with hers.

Ever the insatiable mutt..

#furina x reader #focalors x reader #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader

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prttykittes · 6 months

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— DAY .one [kinktober] PREDATOR/PREY

"my sweet rabbit!" — Unspecified/oc x GN!Reader !

Synopsis:: walking down a path, walking alone with just a basket in hand. You can't shake off the feeling, someone is watching you.

CW. Predator/Prey, noncon, no genitals mentioned, rough sex, biting, marking, cumming inside, unprotected sex, creampie, slightly blood.

A/N :: (⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠♪ can be seen as noncon or dubcon! Written by a minor, block me if uncomfortable!! (⁠｢⁠`⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)⁠｢ reader is kinda dumb and naive. Reader is actually a bunny hybrid. Sorry if this sucks, ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

[ KINKTOBER 2023; ] — masterlist

THE SKY was beautiful, a beautiful time to go have a small outing by yourself! Walking down the path, it was nice and there was no trash on the path or near the path! Walking down the path, basket in hand. There were no clouds in sight, the weather was perfect.

You were happily skipping, your ears flopping with your movements.

As you walk down the path, you shake slightly for some reason you had a feeling that someone was watching you.

You looked around and saw none, maybe it was animal?

You let out a shakily sigh, maybe you should had let someone come with you?

Some owls hooted, you continued walking and looked around for the perfect spot for relaxing.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

You jumped slightly, the owl suddenly hooted scared you. The sun was coming down, the sunset was beautiful the colors were beautiful.

Setting down the red and white blanket, you had that feeling again. Someone's or something's eyes on you, sitting down on the blanket.

"Oof!" You flopped on the blanket, the air smelled nice. Everything was perfect and beautiful.

After some minutes, you saw some dark cloud and you had an bad feeling in your stomach. Something didn't feel right, you looked around and got up.

Suddenly you heard a loud sound, the sound sounded like running. "Wha—" you turn to see but it was too late.

You got pushed on the ground, your head hurts so as your body. You opened your eyes, the person's face was creepy looking, it had glare of desire….

"Hey! Please get off m–"

He grabbed your neck and started to kiss you, you gasped. "Mmh! Sto–" he bite your neck, you gasped loudly you started to kick your feet but he didn't stop.

"Mmh.." you heard him, that's the only sound that came out his mouth so far. You saw blood from his mouth, you whimpered. Your neck was hurting, he licked his lips before ripping off your lower clothing.

*Riipp!!*

You gasped, he licked his fingers and ripped off your underwear as well. He glanced at you before shoving his two digits in your hole.

"AHh!" You yelled, you grabbed his wrist, hoping to stop his attack.

He growled and continued to attack your hole with his digits, you could feel his sharp nails digging against your walls.

"AHh! Pwlease stop it!" You yelled, your eyes began tearing up but he growled and covered your mouth with his hand.

You moved your grip on his wrist to the blanket under you, you whimpered in pain. You started to kick your feet in hope that he would stop but he didn't.

He leaned down and still fingered you, he pulled out and suck on his fingers. You could hear him moan at the taste of you, "mmh.." your heart incase, your heart was racing. You jumped when you heard a sound, you felt a slap on your thigh. "Ah!" You looked down and saw that his pants were down and he rubbed his crotch.

You tried moving backwards but he grabbed your hips and shoved you on his dick. You threw your head back, you yelled in pain by the sudden thick big thing inside of you. "AHhh!" You cried as your heart raced, your chest and body felt tight. His movements weren't sweet or romantic, it was rough and pain. His dick never stopping ramming inside of you, you gripped the blanket hard. "Mmh" he growled and moaned, his teeth gritted and he put his face in your neck. You felt his fangs glazing your neck, you whimpered.

"Ngghh.." you roughly closed your eyes it was pain, his movements were never slow or stopping. His balls were hitting your ass, it made a loud clapping noise. He growled loudly before his hips stopped as you could feel a hot liquid filling you up. "Ngh!" You closed your eyes and bit your lip, you bit your lip so hard that it started to bleed. He noticed and licked the blood off, he pulled out as his cum dropped out of your hole, you felt empty. Your body limp and your eyes were hazy, your hole felt sore and empty… His gaze was the same before, seems like his fun was never gonna stop.

#kittymilk #kittyorgans #kittypussy #tw.noncon #tw.dark content #x reader smut #gender neutral reader #x reader #smut #tw.predator x prey #kinktober #oc x reader smut #male oc x reader #oc x reader #unspecified x reader

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kaiju-wolfdragon · 2 years

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This is soul's long lost little sister,

Cloud the hybrid bunny

She's younger then soul and very shy to humans. But was kinda scared of demons, until she met willow who's nice to animals she trusted her and she meets soul again. And she's a bit smaller than soul too.

#new oc #cloud #cloud the hybrid bunny #g/t

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euphoricfilter · 1 year

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hi hi 💓 it's me again from the previous drabble ask hehe* but ah !!! i just thought of another prompt for the drabble game (if it's okay ofc).

"she's tiny and you know that". hybrid au with maybe hinting at ot7 but mainly focused on any members of ur choice?

okay okay now i'm done lol. thanks again in advance if possible to do ☺️ !

fireworks and shooting stars:

pairing: ot7 ~ bunny hybrid! jungkook focus x bunny hybrid! reader

genre: fluff || non-idol au || poly au || hybrid au ||

summary: bunnies aren't supposed to climb trees, and it seems you and jungkook find that out the hard way.

word count: 1.2k

tags/ warnings: fluff, bunny hybrid! jungkook + bunny hybrid! reader, best boyfriend hoseok, jungkook and the m/c just being two love bunnies

notes: of course it's okay!! sorry you had to wait a little while!!

drabble masterlist

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Camping had become an annual tradition, where none of you knew the origin. A tradition you’d kept since probably the start of your relationship; maybe before.

A week away during that transition period between summer and autumn, where the sun peeks between clouds of an afternoon, caressing honeyed skin until the night air becomes a little more bitter, where thick blankets are pulled out the back of the car as you all sit with fire-warm toes and plastic cups of hot chocolate and coffee.

Yoongi liked to squat by the fire, turning meat that Jin hands out on paper plates. Taehyung would hop between each of the boys, snagging little pieces of food off their plates when they’d be talking to someone else, or rummaging around the back of the car for marshmallows—you and him playing chubby bunnies in the back seat, only for Namjoon to find the two of you on his scavenge for more firewood.

You and Jungkook always ran off a little further into the fields as the other’s set up base when you first arrive, kicking rocks on the border of the forest, daring wander a little further into the blanket of trees with interlaced fingers. Bunny ears twitching at the rustle of bushes, soft giggles overshadowing natural fear as you chase after a butterfly, your bunny boyfriend hot on your tail.

Your Jungkook had always been a little bit of a daredevil, much to the dismay of your other boyfriends. Because more often than not you’d follow in his footsteps; issue being that your build wasn’t all thick muscle and broad shoulders like he was, a problem when you’d get yourselves into a little bit of trouble.

It had always been like that, always you and Jungkook. Years before you’d expanded your little duo; nights spent huddled around a shitty fire that barely heated up your apartment. A dingy little place that really neither of you could afford with school fees chewing at your feet and bills to pay. The rotting mattress on the floor was far from the burrow you both dreamed of, and decent meals had become few and far.

Even now, with your little family of eight instead of just two, there had always been the unspoken rule that no matter how much you both loved the other six, what the two of you had was always going to be the brightest star in a constellation of many.

And maybe it had become natural instinct to simply follow Jungkook, because you trusted him with your whole life—except when you got stuck in trees too tall for you to hop down from.

“She’s tiny and you know that” Hoseok tuts, watching one of your bunny ears twitch at the sound of his voice, “No more silly dares. Bunnies aren’t meant to hang in trees, how did you expect her to get down?”

“Sorry, hyung” Jungkook frowns, hybrid ears flattening against his skull, sad pout on his pretty lips as he watches your legs dangle from the branch.

Hoseok wasn’t mad, not really. Would have found the whole situation a little bit funny if you weren’t on the verge of tears, “Come on, sweetness. I’ll catch you”

“What if you drop me?” you sniffle, wobbling a little which sets Jungkook into a frenzy; arms raised to catch you if you tip backwards.

“I’d never let you fall, I promise”

“Promise?”

Jungkook’s foot thumps against the grass, “I promise too” he beams, and you frown.

“You’re the one that got me up here” you tell him, no true resentment in your voice. And his nose scrunches up in that way that has your heart pattering against your ribcage, foot following its lead, though no ground to face the impact.

You ease yourself off the branch a little, fingers digging into soggy bark as Hoseok wraps his arms around your legs. Jungkook’s hands hold your hips as you fall a little further into Hobi’s arms, the human gently placing your feet back onto the ground; sleeve of his sweater patting your damp cheeks.

“Come on now, Jimin wants to do some fireworks before dinner” Hoseok’s fingers skim over the base of your bunny ears.

You and Jungkook fall in step behind Hoseok, pinkies curled together in the pocket of Jungkook’s hoodie.

His body gravitates a little closer to yours, bicep nudging your shoulder, “Sorry for getting you stuck”

You snigger, “It’s fine, I liked sitting up there with you. It’s just getting down is scary” you admit, “I’m not mad if that’s what you’re worried about”

“Swear?”

You hum, “Swear” you slip you pinkie from his, instead choosing to lace your fingers together. Jungkook bites his lip, a lame attempt to cover his smile.

“Come on, you two!” Jin calls the both of you over as Hoseok sits back down, “We’re doing fireworks”

You tug Jungkook to sit with you on the hood of the car, “Bunny?” he murmurs, both of you watching Jimin stick a firework into the ground.

You make a noise in the back of your throat, letting him know you’re listening, head falling onto his shoulder.

“Thank you”

You perk up at that, “What for?” you tuck his hair behind his ear.

“Just being here, I guess” he shrugs, “I was thinking…”

“Yeah?” you urge him, the both of you flinching at the initial pop of the fireworks.

“You have so many people that love you now, maybe love you the right way and you just—and somehow you’re still with me”

You cup his cheek, “You love me the right way”

Jungkook shakes his head, gesturing to the other guys as they laugh at Jimin running from the next set of fireworks he sets alight, “I’m not perfect like them”

“I’m not perfect, neither are they” you smile, “No one is. But please, always remember that no matter how many people love the both of us in this life, no matter what happens it will always be me and you. Okay? Not saying that anything will—but on the tiny chance it doesn’t work out with them, we’ll always have one another, I don’t see a future without you Kook, so please don’t bring yourself down when you’ve done a pretty good job at loving me so far”

Jungkook nods, and you wonder if the tears that balance on his waterline will glaze his cheeks, “I really love you” he confesses, and you wet your bottom lip.

“I’m in love with you” you say and Jungkook laughs.

“I’m very much in love with you too” he holds both your cheeks, hybrid ears twitching at the bang.

The fireworks look like shiny specks of stardust in his eyes before both of you are leaning in for a kiss; sweet and soft, nothing rushed because you had a lifetime to explore one another, forever to stay side by side.

Delicate fingertips brush over pink cheeks, a million unspoken words left unsaid, mutual understanding weaving into both your hearts as you mould yourselves into one another—both knowing that what you had was as pretty as fireworks and shooting stars and other fascinating things that light up dark skies on gloomy nights.

You loved the others, truly you did, but Jungkook would always hold a special place in your heart; forever imbedded into your very being.

🌟 thank you for reading!! feedback is always welcome

permanent taglist: @m1sss1mp @supernoonanyc

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cloudy-kin-basket · 2 years

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hello my favorite kin help blog mod!! it’s me again, dsmp bunny hybrid with another shufflemancy. since you said it seemed like I was dating quackity (which makes a lot of sense tbh) I was hoping for two shufflemancies this time? one for my relationship with Sapnap and the other for my relationship with Karl? (since they’re canon Quackity’s fiancés lol) any shuffle amount is fine!! tysm I always appreciate these

HELLO ONE OF MY FAV ANONS!!! I did 4 shuffles for Sapnap and 7 for Karl!!

Sapnap’s

{ Go to Sleep Kimberly - Superet }

You and Sapnap needed some change in your life. Mainly because one was overworked, tired, whatever may be the reason and things weren’t going so great. One of you found the outlet of change you needed and ran with the idea, but one may have been hesitant to act upon it as well. But you were persistent for positivity, and plus it would be a great way to spend more time with eachother and lighten up.

Karl’s

{ Dear Wormwood - The Oh Hellos }

In your life, you and Karl have known about eachother for a long time. Karl has been by your side, you went through many things together, and learned from them. Because of this, it had brought you closer. But after realizing what Karl’s real goals may have been, you quickly grew to resent him due broken promises and restraint. You wanted to get away from Karl because you knew how it things turn out if you stayed. And after all that, you began discovering yourself and recovering from you and Karl’s relationship.

#🍀cloud nine - req accepted #🌻shufflemancy #bunny hybrid dsmp #dsmp hybrid kin #hybrid #bunny!hybrid kin

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lady-ashfade · 11 months

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Hello love, it’s 🦂-Anon here again and I just adored your latest fics.

I have been thinking of the crows with more hybrids readers and it just clouds my thoughts. Could we get something with yandere crows giving a neko reader a collar? (Also I hope we can get more bunny reader)

Yandere Six Of Crows x Fem!Neko reader. Hc’s

Yandere Six Of Crows x Fem!Neko reader. (Romantic)

I had this exact idea too! I wanted to do it with the bunny reader but i got more plans for it! So hopefully I can finish it.

I will do so much more if you guys want. Puppy, fox, heck even a spider reader. This is just so fun.

Warnings: Collaring, Pet relationships, obsession, protective, little suggestive…So minors go away or don’t interact, but nothing bad.

You must really love being the center of attention don’t you? It was so easy to get their eyes focused on you, even when you weren’t trying to.

You could just be sitting down with a book and facing away from them, but here they are literally just loving how you breathed. The group praised every little thing you did, they are your own cheer team.

But they were so overbearing. You had no freedom at all, and I mean at all. You want to go downstairs into the club? At least one of them has to be close to you. You want to go for a walk? Two group buddies follow you.

Just think, you, their little baby were to get hurt? They could bare the thought- in fact they couldn’t fathom it.

You have a bed in all the rooms, each of theirs bedroom or offices. I mean of course you’re more then welcome to sleep with time but just encase.

Their hands constantly touch you. Or they just watch your tail wag around in whatever mood you are in. They melt when your ears flicker, like Nina almost died once. But you were a Neko, which the cat side of you just had the urge to bite back.

So they have spray bottles.

I can see them having bite marks on their hands at all times. But you did feel bad about it.

Punishment wasn’t that often because you were obedient for the most part. But when you would stare at them and just knock something over, or back sass them- Or even hiss at them.

There are a few different approaches. 1) of course the spray bottle, 2) Ten minutes in a cage, 3) Being forced to go for a walk with a leash attached to your collar, 4) Or you will be locked up for a few days in your room. Though the last one was only when you fought back. And they felt bad about it but you had to learn. But you weren’t starved or anything, you just couldn’t have any company. Just you and the room.

But let’s talk about what you asked for, your collar.

It had to be perfect just for you. It was black leather straps that wound wrap around your throat, a metal circle in the center that had a hook of a small bell. And it had room for something to be attached, like a leash.

You weren’t aloud to take it off unless you asked, or you’d be punished.

They couldn’t stop but stare each time they saw you and the collar that rested on your skin. You belonged to them, they had marked their territory. It filled them with pride to know they could be the ones to collar you.

Everywhere you went the bell rang and they could hear you a mile away. The jingle got them excited each time because you were close.

You could take so many cat naps on their laps and they wouldn’t move for hours. Kaz loved it when you would just stay with him while he works. Your peaceful breaths made him calm, even he would pet your head.

Of course they wouldn’t let anyone get to close. You remember one day when you went into the bar without one of them close too you, one thing lead to another and a drunk man found you.

He was taken away and beaten to death by Kaz’s cane. Kaz didn’t care if anyone saw, it would send out a message that you weren’t to be approached.

Kinda spicy passed this line.

You were walked at times with the leash, mostly by kaz or Nina when you’d acted up. It was embarrassing and you cried the whole time, no matter how much you struggled they just tugged you through the streets. They didn’t try and hide you, in fact they wanted people to stare at you because then you’d cry even harder of embarrassment and think twice before disobeying them.

They would hook their fingers in the loop and tug you forward to kiss you, they enjoyed your blush and purring you got.

They knew how to massage your cat like features to make you whimper out. Your tail was very sensitive and they enjoyed when your voice got high when they tugged on the fluff. You think they care if they are out in public?

No. It doesn’t matter where you guys are, if it’s just waving in front of them it doesn’t matter where they are. They are touching you. I think Jesper is the one to do it the most because he finds it fun to tease.

Wylan is however the softest one, but the clingiest. He would steal you away all the time so you could just be with him, one time the others had to drag you out his lab because he didn’t want you to leave. He also likes it when you would listen to his music or curl up at his side.

I can see you trying to climb matthias all the time because he’s so tall and you know he finds it a bit annoying. But don’t let the tough man fool you, he fucking loves it. Don’t tell the others but he hides treats for you all over.

Inej can take hours of her day just watching you and kaz has to remember her she has a job to do. I think she might kill anyone that looks at you, her mind thinks they would steal you away and put you in the menagerie. Making her go feral and protective . She isn’t as bad as the rest with the touches and she likes it when you come to her first. She would never pull on your trail or ears for fun, unless you asks for it of course but she doesn’t want to hurt you.

But even she can’t stop herself from pulling you around by your collar to hear you squeal and have to follow her around.

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dalivanmagritte · 10 months

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Fic rec : choi seungcheol (s.coups)

(back to the seventeen list)

always better (fav, smut)

heavenly creatures (fav, smut, demon!au, angel!au)

tiger lily x mingyu (fav, smut, poly!au, model!au)

just a pinch (fav, smut)

all for you (fav, smut)

was this your first kiss? (fluff, vv soft)

ch-ch-cherry bomb! (serie finished, smut, fluff, camgirl!au)

makout session & getting caught (fluff, suggestive)

now or never (smut)

horn-y (smut, angst, devil!au)

tasy (smut, fluff)

neither interested nor afraid (fluff, badboy!au)

masseur seungcheol vs masseur wonwoo (smut, suggestive, masseur!au)

saddle up doll (smut, hybrid!au, ceo!au, bodyguard!au)

5 tips on being neighbours (smut, neighbours!au)

bunny boy (smut)

grind (smut)

lover (smut, sugardaddy!au)

jackpot (dubcon, smut)

attire (smut, prince!au, royalty!au)

you're perfect (smut)

my seasons were always you (smut)

Armontentia (fluff, angstish, hogwarts!au)

take responsability, choi! (fluff, hogwarts!au)

smells like you later! (fluff, hogwarts!au)

molten (smut, royal!au)

all through the night (smut)

push it down (sooner or later it all comes out) part.1 part.2 part.3 (smut, ennemies to lovers, camboy!au)

breath play (smut)

clouded (smut)

baby fever (smut)

#seventeen #seungcheol #scoups #smut #fluff #angst #masterlist #seungcheol x reader #scoups x reader #scoups smut #scoups fluff #scoups angst #scoups one shot #seungcheol one shot #seungcheol smut #choi seungcheol #seungcheol scenarios #seungcheol imagines #seungcheol fluff

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jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue · 1 year

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What if... the CEOs were hybrids? Part three | BTS OT7 AU

Its been a long while my lovelies and I apologise, hopefully making up for it with the third instalment of the what if series, starting us off with some 7.7K words about hybrid CEOs.

Trigger warnings: Possessive/obsessive behaviour, jealousy, scenting, usual hybrid trope things, swearing, testosterone, I don't know if being mean is a trigger warning but here it is. Angst.

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Playlist : Fire Escape - Matthew Mayfield, Delicate - Damien Rice

Hybrids: KNJ - Wolf, KSJ - Bear, MYG - Panther, JHS - Lion, PJM - Arctic fox, KTH - Tiger, JJK - Bunny.

You smelled like him, that was the first thing the trio noticed on their first day back to work when you passed them by. That's why the hyungs looked so sullen at home, why they were no longer coming home with your scent lingering on their clothes. And why Yoongi and Namjoon could barely stand to be in the same room for longer than a minute without tearing into each other about something stupid, all while avoiding the topic of you.

The miasmic cloud of misery seemed to be hanging over all of their heads, following them without mercy from its downpour. You were avoiding their gazes, the maknaes watched you across the office longingly, waiting for you to greet them, to make the first move they were too afraid to make.

“This is stupid, we’ve known her longer than the human oaf,” Jimin mutters under his breath to the other two. “My angel isn’t one to hold a grudge, let’s just go and say hello.”

As brave as his words sounded, he could feel his heart in his throat, choking back any greeting he wanted to give you.

“What if she’s still upset with us?” Jungkook’s bunny ears flopped, his own sadness weighing them down as he nervously struggled to keep his eyes on you. How did it get like this? He told you only a week ago you were part of their pack, now they were terrified to talk to you.

“She doesn’t want to speak to us,” Taehyung states bluntly, while Jungkook could barely look at you, the tiger’s eyes never left you. He could read you like a book, you were ignoring them, and he hated it. All for that stupid human, the anger and jealousy burned inside of him. You never paid anyone else any interest all this time, to the point where he really believed you had feelings for them, and now another’s scent lingered on you, taunting him. How did he get it so wrong?

He turns away first, walking out of the working space leaving Jungkook and Jimin to reluctantly follow, once last longing look your way, lingering there for as long as possible as they pleaded silently with you to meet them halfway.

—

You take a deep breath as you approach his private office, bracing yourself for whatever the hell reason it was today he demanded you come to see him. All week there was a new reason, a new mundane task, more workload, more grumpy attitude from the CEO as he stared daggers into you like he was reverting back to who he was when he met you, when he didn’t trust you. But you could see through it, to an extent, the panther was punishing you and you were letting him .

You exhale, it sounds almost like a sigh before you knock on the door, a gruff voice replying.

“Depyunim, you asked for me?” You greet him politely when you open the door.

“Take a seat,” he responds without looking up from the paperwork in front of him.

You hesitate, this was how it always started, you sitting there in silence fidgeting for however long he decided before he actually addresses you again. Only today the workload was catching up with you, you couldn’t afford to waste your time with his antics.

Your reluctance to follow instruction makes him look up at you, not a single emotion on his face, his eyes almost black, void of the man you once knew.

“Is there a problem Miss L/n?”

Ah. That was the other thing he started doing, he didn’t call you kitten anymore. It shouldn’t still cut you like this, and honestly you thought you had gotten used to it after a whole week, but every time it knocked the wind out of you like a punch to the gut. You were too terrified to call him by his name or question him over it, something told you his bite would be worse than his bark. Even now, where you would normally challenge his behaviour, you couldn’t muster the courage to.

You shake your head, taking your seat like you had the previous days before. He returns to his paperwork without a word. The atmosphere between you was unbearable, every time you sat in this chair you wanted to bawl your eyes out, and every day you forced yourself to hold the tears back.

“Depyunim…” you couldn’t take it anymore, you watch the pen in Yoongi’s hand pause at the sound of your voice. “I don’t want to rush you, but I have to get the Enhyphen contracts done by 4.”

You tried to say it calmly, softly, politely, but the stone in your throat made it difficult to speak. You fiddle with your fingers in your lap, bracing yourself nervously. He exhales loudly out of his nose, as if you were testing his patience, resuming his writing without a verbal response.

In all honesty, you were misreading his behaviour. Yoongi was angry at himself. What was he trying to do? Push you away? Keep you close? Make you waste an entire day with him, so you’d be forced to stay late to catch up and then you wouldn’t go to see that human he could smell on you? What exactly was he trying to achieve? He was just so angry all the time since that day. That stench that didn’t belong on you was frying his brain cells, making him act like a possessive panther, enraging him even when he couldn’t smell it. He was desperately trying to keep you as close to him as possible whenever he could, keeping you in his office, his personal den, away from the thing that was taking you from him.

He hears you sniff, it's small but audible, it stuns him frozen, scared that tears would follow, that he was the one to cause them. As hurt as he was, as miserable, the last thing he wanted to do was make you cry. The grip on his pen tightens. He owes you an explanation for his behaviour, his abuse of his power, he knows it, but how does he start?

“Did I do something?” Your small voice makes him finally look up at you, almost snapping his neck in the process of how quick his attention turned.

His hard expression melts into one of shock, jaw dropping an inch as he takes in the way you’re trying to smile despite the sadness coming off of you in waves.

“No.” Is it a lie? It sounded firm, something that left no room for questions, but he can’t convince himself that it was true.

In your mind you’ve already come to conclusions about the change in atmosphere, observing their attitude towards you and knowing it coincided with Eric coming into your life. You’re not stupid, you know they saw you as a packmate, so a new foreign scent was going to drive them over the edge. You just thought it would have settled by now, that they would’ve gotten used to it.

But how could you act hurt when you were the one to instigate the change, to pull away for your own peace of mind. You put up walls and boundaries, knowing what the consequences would be. You couldn’t complain now, even if your whole body ached with missing them, despite working with them almost every day. Distance didn’t have to be physical, you could prove that.

“Okay,” you accept it, plastering on a patient content smile on your face that didn’t feel right. Yoongi doesn’t like it, he knows it’s fake, but he turns back to his paperwork like a coward, unable to confront you or let you go.

—

“What’s this?” Namjoon’s eyes are aflame as he shows you the email on his laptop, his eyes unbreaking from staring down your small figure in front of his desk.

“I-it’s a request for a job reference,” you state the obvious, trying not to tremble in front of his heated glare.

“I can see that babygirl,” he sounds almost condescending, the fire in his chest unable to remain contained in front of you. “Is there a problem here working in this company?”

You gulp a little, shaking your head since you couldn’t trust your voice to stay steady.

“Then why would you even think about applying elsewhere?” He almost growls, almost.

He sucks in his cheeks, trying to calm himself down, knowing what a hypocrite he was being. He told the others to keep their distance, to stop with this mating nonsense especially since you were obviously interested in someone else. All those times he told the others to respect your choices, and here he was eating his own words. Employees come and go, it’s a given in any business, but you, over his dead body was he ready or willing to let you leave. He didn’t even consider it an option.

“What is it, Y/n?” he pushes, “Is it the pay? The workload? What would make you decide to leave when all you have to do to fix anything is speak to me.”

He was seething, but his anger wasn’t directed at you, it was the fear he was hiding in the flames speaking for him.

“I was just exploring my options,” you can’t meet his eyes when you say it, your focus aimed at the edge of his desk. You knew logically you didn’t have to answer a thing, didn’t have to justify your actions, but you felt compelled to. This wasn’t just your boss, this was the man you had been in love with for years. You respected him far too much.

“Anything any company can offer you I can match or double,” he still sounds so angry, but he can’t help it. “You want a pay rise? Done. Promotion? Whatever position babygirl, it’s yours. Anything you want.” Just don’t leave.

The corner of your lip rises an inch, a humourless sad smile on your face as you hold back a scoff. Your eyes start to water, you don’t want to say a word. He couldn’t give you what you wanted, you wanted him, you wanted the others, and if he ever knew he would throw you out of the company himself. You were doing him a favour by removing yourself, but you couldn’t tell him, because regardless of what you thought were noble actions, you knew you wouldn’t be able to take the look of hate or disgust in his eyes if it was directed at you.

“You’re the biggest asset this company has ever had,” he explains, needing to cover his outburst before you read between the lines. It wasn’t a lie, but it sure wasn’t the reason why he was so desperate for you to stay. “I’m not letting you go without putting up a fight.”

You wanted him to stop. It wasn’t fair how he made your heart sway and burn when he didn’t feel the same way. You hear him sigh, collecting his words, the hesitation makes you finally glance at him.

“Does this have anything to do with why you were crying last week?” He asks cautiously, his gaze inspecting your every reaction and movement.

“No,” you lie, “I told you, I was just overwhelmed with the workload.”

You sounded so flat, it made him ache. He fights the instinct to wrap you in his arms, smothering the voice in his head that was telling him something was wrong with his mate, reminding that incessant voice that you chose someone else. It was happening more and more frequently recently, he was arguing with himself all the time. The same conversation with himself repeating everyday whenever he saw you.

She chose someone else, he says to himself firmly, shutting down any chance of a counter argument. He doesn’t notice the grip on his pen is deadly until it cracks under the pressure, ink spilling all over his hands.

“Joonie!” Maybe it was instinct that tore away all the boundaries you were building, but you race to his hand in worry as if he had injured himself. He felt the tug in his chest again the second you said his name, finding himself gazing at you softly. There’s a frown forming as you take his hand, looking it over in case he cut himself. He doesn’t pull away, even though he knows he should. You had him wrapped around your little finger, and although he didn’t mind, it was starting to hurt.

“Are you okay?” You ask him, glancing up at his face to ensure he wasn’t in pain before returning to inspect his soiled hands.

He knew he was pretending nothing had changed since you started dating, but his whole world turned upside down and he had to grit his teeth through it. He had to lead the others by example, but doing what was right rather than what he wanted was getting harder each time he saw you. Each time he could smell that disgusting odour on you it flared his jealousy, it had only been a week, how often were you seeing this boy in a week that his scent was always on you?

“I don’t think you’re bleeding,” you mumble, more to yourself than to him, that frown of concern still cemented on your face as if you refused to trust the evidence he was unscathed.

He hates it when you pull away, your own hand stained with ink from holding his. You glance down at them, lips turning up an inch as if you found it humorous for reasons unknown to him. You were laughing at yourself, all that progress you thought you were making away from them was bullshit, the state of your hands were proof enough of that.

“I think I need to go wash my hands,” you chuckle, moving away from him.

He fights back the instinct to grab your hand in a desperate attempt of keeping you with him, words lodged in his throat. He controls himself as you walk out of the office, feeling like a hopeless puppy rather than a wolf.

—

“Did you hear, Y/n got herself a boyfriend!”

“No way, for sure thought she was courting the CEOs.”

“She obviously tried and failed.”

Jin sighs, closing his eyes trying to contain the disappointment he felt in his employees as they gossiped about you, not realising he was within earshot. He tries not to listen, tries not to focus on the details of your new relationship, but gossip spreads like wildfire in the company, the details getting warped as they were whispered.

He scoffs. What did they know? They were all wrong about your affection for them, it was the other way round, they were courting you. It was plain and obvious for anyone to see but in the eyes of your jealous and spiteful colleagues, you were the instigator. Perhaps it was a blessing you unknowingly rejected them, he hated to think of what rumours would try to taint you if they were successful. He says it to himself so convincingly he can almost pretend it doesn’t taste bitter. Why was everyone so blind? Why were you so clueless? Why was everything so complicated?

He sighs to himself as he makes his way to the meeting room, half an hour early. Some habits die hard, some don’t die at all. Just as he expected you were already there setting up, he would’ve smiled if it wasn’t for the smell that hits him, the reminder. He could pretend nothing was changing, but the truth was hard to deny.

“Need any help, beautiful girl?” he says, his sudden presence making you jump out of your skin. He grins at that at least.

“I’m almost done,” you laugh lightly, hand on your heart as it raced, refusing to calm down even when you knew there was no threat. You don’t know why but you were becoming increasingly nervous around Jin, a paranoid part of you thought he could see right through what you were doing, and you were afraid he would call you out.

He hums in acknowledgement, approaching you slowly, his eyes boring into you as if you would disappear from sight if he so much as blinked.

“You’re early,” you comment, trying to focus on anything other than his stare.

“I wanted to spend time with my beautiful girl,” he confesses against his better judgement. He didn’t want things to change, so what if you were dating a moron, you were still his mate.

Your pulse was beating faster the closer he got. Jin refused to let you pull away, it was why you thought he knew what you were doing. He didn’t let anything change. Boundaries? Fine, he’d respect them, but you trying to create a distance from him? It would kill him.

“I-I, umm…” You can’t find an excuse to leave the room, and when he stands in front of you only inches away you lose your train of thought all together. His eyes implore down to your own, the softest smile admiring you without attempting to hide it at all.

“Hmmm?” he hums again, asking you to go on with a slight smirk, reading the effect he had on you, proof that you liked him too.

You’re sure you look like a fish out of water to the amused bear in front of you playing with his food.

“What’s wrong honey?”

You gulp, his eyes turning dangerous and knowing underneath the light expression he held. Maybe you liked that new term of endearment a little too much, Jin swore he could hear your heartbeat flatline for a second. He takes a step closer, basking in the warmth radiating from your heated form, just more evidence, more reassurance that he hadn’t gotten it wrong. You loved them too, the only issue was Namjoon’s inability to see it, and whatever the hell you were doing with that boy he could smell on you.

The urge to get rid of it with his own scent was driving him up the wall. It would be so easy, but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Crossing boundaries was how you all got into the predicament, he wasn’t about to make it worse.

Your mouth opens and closes, repeatedly without words like the proverbial fish. Didn’t you ask the maknaes what hybrid you would be? Well you know the answer now.

“Are you ill honey?” He presses the back of his hand to your forehead. He can’t help it, just something small, something that can be brushed off as concern. “You’re burning up.”

By the look on his face you can tell he knows exactly why that is. The smirk is gone, his face unusually serious with a challenge in his eyes to prove him wrong.

“I-I’m fine,” you don’t sound it when you push his hand away from your face, but you force yourself to brush it off. “Honestly Jin, I’m fine.”

Before he can investigate any further, you turn away from him, feeling his stare on your back as you finish setting up for the meeting. It doesn’t go unnoticed by him that you repeat certain things, or take your time, obviously trying to avoid any more interactions with him. He laughs to himself in pity, maybe he did get it all wrong.

—

It's silent in their office, it has been all week. No one seemed to muster the energy to talk, not even the maknaes now they were back. Namjoon half expected them to whine or complain openly about the situation, but they were too deflated to speak. A burning guilt seared right down his centre, realising his punishment was part of the reason they wouldn’t be open about their feelings, he was their alpha and he lost their trust. But they couldn’t see he was just trying to protect everyone, that was his burden.

Hoseok walked in, doom and gloom written all over his face, a visible sigh through his lips, his eyes concentrated on the ground as he walked. A part of him wanted to hide in Yoongi’s office, not really wanting to be alone but not wanting company either, but he couldn't impose and the panther had been a bit volatile recently. He can’t remember the last time Yoongi willingly came into the main office since his argument with Namjoon. The two were avoiding each other thinking that was the best way to avoid conflict, in reality it was just making things ten times worse.

“I think I’m going to transfer to another floor,” he says nonchalantly as he stands at his desk, the others gawping at his words.

“Hyung,” Jimin sounds equal parts outraged and upset. “You can’t.”

“Floor seven needs better management,” he says, not meeting anyone’s eyes.

“And the real reason Hyung?” Taehyung scoffs.

He doesn’t answer for a moment, wanting to keep it repressed inside, but this was his pack, his family, they knew him better than anyone else.

“I can’t take the smell,” he confesses quietly. “Everytime I look at her all I can see is someone else's hands on her, I-”

He cuts himself off, taking a breath. His emotions were spilling, overwhelmingly so inside of his chest, the only way out was through his mouth as words, but he locks it shut.

“We won’t let a girl come between us or the company,” Namjoon states after minutes of silence, his voice quiet but firm. “We’ve worked together since the start, we’ve had problems before and we’ve gotten through them every time, this is no different.”

It was like he was brushing the situation off, that’s what made them stare at the leader of their pack aghast. A girl? A problem? Did he seriously just say that?

“But she’s not just a girl Namjoon,” Hoseok sounds so heartbroken that he even implied it, not holding back his words even though he knew it wasn’t a subject to approach the lead CEO with. “She’s our mate.”

Namjoon sighs, ready to have the conversation again for the hundredth time but Hobi doesn’t let him.

“You can deny it to yourself and the rest of us,” he says. “That doesn’t make it any less true.”

He doesn’t want to hear the lectures today, doesn’t want to sit through another spiel about how it would never work, so he left the office before the wolf could start. It was just his bad luck that he ran into you as he walked out, your form colliding into his chest.

“Woah-” It’s instinct the way his arms wrap around you to hold you steady, and he blames instinct as to why he's so reluctant to let you leave. Your palms are on his chest, burning through the fabric of his shirt, finally giving him some of the warmth he had been craving for a while.

“Sorry,” you say sheepishly, pulling away, but he doesn’t release you. You look up at him in confusion. “Are you okay?”

No, I'm not okay sunshine. He’s missed you, the confession almost leaves his lips. But instead he smiles through the gut wrenching pain of letting you go, carrying on as if nothing had happened.

—

Twice in one day? What had you done to deserve it? You march over to Yoongi’s office this time, the pile of work starting to stack itself into the leaning tower of pisa on your desk. You don’t even knock, opening the door to greet the panther.

“Depyunim you calle-”

“You need to rewrite this,” he cuts you off without looking at you, holding the files you dropped off earlier before they slammed on his desk.

“What’s wrong with it?” you challenge quietly, knowing that you checked it over ten times before giving it to him.

“You need to change the font,” he states matter of factly. What the- was he kidding?

“This again?” you groan, rolling your eyes in without thinking, patience wearing thin. “There’s nothing wrong with the font!”

Yoongi stands up so quickly his chair almost falls back, he strides over to you, eyes pinning you down where you stood just outside his office. The doorway between you shouldn’t symbolise so much, but when he looks down at you with an anger simmering in his eyes, you can’t ignore that it does.

“I’m a CEO of this company,” his voice is quiet, dangerously so. “If I tell you that it needs changing, there shouldn’t be any questions about it kitten.”

The pet name slips before he can stop it, but he can see your eyes soften at the term despite the way you were trying to challenge him. Your hands ball into fists by your side, trying to stop the ache that came with hearing him call you that again. Trying to pretend you didn’t miss the sound with your whole being.

“I’m not changing the font Min Yoongi,” you keep your voice and gaze steady, ready to win this battle between you both.

He almost smirks, it was instinct when his kitten got out her claws, he couldn’t help it.

“I’m telling you to.”

“Fine, if you’re going to be stubborn about it let’s take it to Namjoon and he can tell us if you’re being unreasonable or not,” you argue back not realising that was the wrong button to press, but how were you to know of the ruins of their relationship.

“This isn’t Namjoon’s project,” he can hear the growl in his words, taking a heavy step towards you.

The way his eyes turned black in a second made a shiver go down your spine, goosebumps jumping out of your skin, warning you that you pushed the panther too far. The next step he takes has you gulp, survival instinct taking over as you take a step back, keeping the distance between you the same, moving into the corridor.

“It's mine,” he looks so disgusted at you, hate pouring out in his words and his glare, aimed far away from you but unfortunately you were on the receiving end. Kim Namjoon was not a name to be uttered in his presence. “So if I tell you, to change the font Miss L/n, you change it.”

His words are final, you can see it. It doesn’t falter, his stare so intense you have trouble finding your own words.

“Okay,” you give in, ready to drop the subject and run away from his demeanour, but he wasn’t having it.

“How dare you try to question my rank in this deal Y/n,” the way he says your first name makes you realise it's not just anger there, you hurt him. “But I guess you don’t respect me a much as you respect him.”

He scoffs, shaking his head as he walks back into his office, slamming the door behind him, leaving you alone on the other side. You hadn’t realised you were holding your breath until your lungs filled with air again shakily. No, you were not going to leave it like this.

For the second time that day you don’t knock, walking in to find his back to you as he stood in the middle of the office, Shoulders rising and falling with each angry breath he took. You close the door behind you, staring at him until he turns around.

“Get out of my office,” he’s not joking, the tone of voice he was using with you, you had never heard aimed at you before. You force your bottom lip to not quiver.

“I’m sorry,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady. He lets out a breath of laughter, humorlessly, looking up at the ceiling in exasperation.

“Fine. Now leave.”

In his current state, the stink on you was only fuelling the fire. It filled his office, his safe space and he wanted it out even if it meant kicking you out.

“Yoongi,” he curses the way you look up at him with watering eyes. “Why are you so mad at me?”

“That smell is off putting,” it’s spit out before he can reign it in. Part of you expected that to be the answer but you still look surprised.

“But this is irrational…” you shake your head, you want to create boundaries not be exiled. “I know Eric isn’t part of your pack but neither are most of the people you work with every day and you’ve never behaved like this before. Not with me.”

His jaw clenches at the name, the way you said it sounded too familiar for a guy you only met a week ago. Humans were more like animals than they thought, if you met your mate time was irrelevant, he really thought that was you for them, he didn’t want to believe anything else.

“I can’t stand their stench either kitten,” he bites back, sounding spiteful, tail flickering behind him dangerously. “Why do you think I have a private office that no one’s allowed into?”

You reel back, hating the way he was speaking to you. You both bickered and argued all the time, but this felt different, this felt real.

“And right now, you’re filling it with that disgusting smell,” you could almost see smoke coming out of his head, like a volcano about to erupt. “So please, Y/n, leave.”

You stare at him silently for a second, unable to hide the hurt on your face anymore. He doesn’t budge, he can’t, and you can see it your efforts to get through to him would be fruitless. When you close the door behind you, walking out without another word, he can feel the guilt drop like a pill inside of him, regretting letting his jealousy speak for him.

—

You can hear the tap running in the kitchen when you walk into your apartment after work. Sighing with emotional exhaustion as you take off your shoes, you really wanted to be alone.

“Hey!” His voice shouldn’t aggravate you, but it pulls at a chord. “How was work?”

You try to smile, but it feels awful.

“Busy as always,” you don’t elaborate, and Eric is smart enough to know not to push.

“Well I made you one last dinner… without burning the kitchen down this time,” he chuckles sheepishly.

“You really didn’t have to,” you didn’t have the stomach for food today.

“I just wanted to thank you Y/n,” he says sincerely. “For letting me stay with you this week, I honestly can’t thank you enough.”

If you told any of your friends you let the guy that took you on one date stay with you when he accidentally burned down his apartment, you’re pretty sure they’d kill you before giving you the lecture of ‘you don’t know him’, ‘he could be a serial killer’. But you knew Eric through a mutual friend, and if they vouched for him, you’d believe it. Plus you couldn’t lie that his presence was useful in your badly executed plan of getting over your bosses or at least not letting them find out you were in love with them.

“Sure you’re not going to let me take you out on another date to make up for it?” he tries cheekily, reminding you of his presence when you space out thinking about them.

“I thought dinner was your way of making up for it,” you say with a look on your face that roughly translated to, nice try.

“No, that's my way of saying thank you,” he chuckles but again doesn’t push it.

As much as you wanted to be distracted from your current dilemma, you wouldn’t use anyone that way. It wasn’t fair, you were hung up on them, and you didn’t believe that stupid saying of getting under someone else. Honestly, you didn’t know what you were doing, you wanted something impossible. Did you honestly believe that a little distance was going to erase the past few years of getting to know them, of falling in love with them? How did you think you could have it both ways? Love them from afar, but still keep them close. You really were a mess.

—

His scent was stronger on you this morning. It was all they could think about through the meeting all seven of them had to attend, but they didn’t know that was because you hugged Eric goodbye this morning when he finally left with his stuff. More from the relief of getting your space back than anything else. The time-old saying was wrong, what they didn’t know would definitely kill them.

Did he spend the night? Was that why the once lingering smell on you was now punching them in the face with its pungence? Jin glances briefly at the way Yoongi was tapping his pen irritatedly on the surface of the desk. Hobi looking distraught beside him, blinking back the tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

The maknaes were fairing no better. Jimin's stare was as cold as ice, threatening to freeze anyone cold that dared to approach him… perhaps it was quite fitting for an arctic fox. Jin could hear the way Jungkook’s leg was restless under the desk, the strength of the smell too much for the bunny as his face contorted into pain. And Taehyung… well the tiger looked at you with such an intensity, the oldest CEO didn’t know how you were ignoring it, surely you felt the burn of his gaze.

Jin wondered how Namjoon was leading the meeting with such faux ease. If Jin didn’t know him any better, he would have believed it, but he noticed the subtle clench of his jaw, the way he couldn’t help glancing at you at any given moment, the heartbreak and questions in his gaze every time it fell on you.

“We’ve only just managed to reach our target for this year’s quarterly,” Namjoon states, trying not to wince at the way the smell was giving him a headache. “I want project leaders to reassess their team's work for any pitfalls or areas for improvement.”

You frown in concern when he pauses, pinching the bridge of his nose between his eyes with his fingers, closing them in pain before resuming the meeting. You want to question it, stay late when he finishes his speech, thanking everyone for their hard work and letting your colleagues leave the room. You want to stay, you want to check he's okay, but you remind yourself of what you’re trying to achieve and force yourself out without looking back at any of them. That didn’t mean you didn’t feel each of their stares as you left.

—

You can see Jungkook and Jimin wandering around the office floor, trying to look busy, striking up conversations with almost every employee, asking them mundane questions about different projects, all while sneaking not so subtle glances your way. You’d laugh under any other circumstance. You hadn’t said a word to them since that night, and now because of the lack of communication the atmosphere festered into something awkward. Each party was afraid to approach the other, you were scared to talk to them, they had a way of bringing down your defences, and you knew it would take them seconds to break down the wall of boundaries you were building.

The pair notice you ignoring their presence, making their way through the sea of employees, inching closer and closer to you as naturally as they can fake.

“Hyung I don’t think this is going to work,” Jungkook mutters under his breath for only the arctic fox to hear.

“Why won’t it work?” Jimin challenges in a hushed breath. “We’re the CEO’s of the company checking on our employees, Angel is also an employee, this is the perfect way to start a conversation again.”

“But hyung-”

“I miss her,” Jimin looks earnestly at the bunny, his heart in his eyes for him to see. “I can’t take this anymore.”

Jungkook bites his lips nervously as Jimin talks to Seulgi, the next desk they would approach would be yours. You seemed engrossed in your work but he kept his eye on you, scared you would figure out what they were doing and run away before they had the chance to talk to you.

You, however, were so wrapped up in your own thoughts you didn’t question their motives. That is until they make their way to your desk.

“Angel,” Jimin greets you as if nothing happened.

Your eyes widen as you stare at him in shock, realising this was their plan the whole time.

“Jimin,” you breathe back, and he has to stop himself pouncing on you. Fuck, he missed you? Why was that word not enough to explain the pain of being away from you for so long?

“Hi Noona,” Jungkook saves his hyung by sacrificing himself, the older CEO malfunctioning after hearing his name. “W-we w-wanted to see how everyone was doing.”

He chews at his lips, cursing himself for stuttering, but thankfully Jimin finds his tongue.

“The hyungs sent us,” he lies hastily, “to check on everyone, I mean…”

You just nod in reply, feeling a little on the spot with both their gazes burning into you like you would fade from sight. You kind of wish you could fade from sight.

“How are you?” Jimin asks softly, the words sounding light but holding more weight than anyone would ever know.

“I-I’m okay,” you smile but it doesn’t reach your eyes. “Just falling behind.”

Your hands grip onto the arm rests of your chair, as if you were physically trying to hold yourself back from leaping into their arms. You missed them, you missed them so much you didn’t care about that stupid night and the stupid boundaries. You just wanted to go back to normal, but you couldn’t, you had feeling for them, it was wrong.

“Anything we can help with?” Jungkook asks, hoping you’d let them. All he wanted to do was bury his nose in your hair, after scenting you so hard that you only smelled of him and the pack. His fingers fidget, entangling around each other, can’t he at least touch your hair? Or your cheek, or something.

“I kind of need to not be distracted,” you say sheepishly, wincing at your own harsh words though you tried to say them as politely as you could. Both boys balk at the suggestion before Jimin composes himself.

“Understood.” His features turn to stone as he drags the bunny away, leaving you to your work. Your heart breaks more and more with each step they take, knowing you can’t take it back. You hurt them.

—

You thought their office was empty, it's why you didn’t knock. Knowing their schedules, knowing they were all at different meetings, you didn’t think twice to enter with the files you had to drop off, coming to an abrupt halt when you’re met with his red rimmed eyes. You both stare at each other, your face one of complete shock, while his was evident of his tears.

It's the sob that wrecks through his whole body that has you spring into action, flinging the files onto whoevers desk you didn't care, as you almost ran over to him, engulfing him in your arms nearly knocking you both over. If anything he cries harder, tail wrapping around your waist too as he holds onto you like a lifeline. You squeeze him hard, his head burying itself into your neck, trying to find the scent of you that wasn’t tainted with that awful stench.

You don’t smell like you. You don’t smell like them. He won’t pretend it's pure instinct as he rubs his head against you, sniffling as he moves your head under his chin, rubbing his scent glands on you roughly. It’s all over you, that fucking smell was everywhere.

“Tae,” you call his name airily, his ministrations already having an effect on you, but you had been so starved of him for so long.

He doesn’t respond, taking your arm in his hand, pressing it against his cheek, hiding his eyes from you when he decides it isn’t enough. You feel yourself stop breathing when he uses his lips instead, soft delicate kisses on the length of your arm, making his way slowly to your neck. You’re frozen, not wanting him to stop for a second, your skin searing at every touch he gives.

That is until you try to make sense of his behaviour. He was a hybrid, who saw you as part of his pack, and you denied them your presence for over a week. This was just his instincts on overdrive and you had to get yourself together before he went too far and regretted it. Or before you misread the signals and got your heart broken again.

“Tae, stop,” it sounds feeble even to your own ears, but you grab his wrists and push him back. His eyes meet yours, no tears left but his pupils are fully blown like he was on catnip.

“No,” his voice is hoarse but stubborn. “I don’t want to.”

It takes all your strength to hold him back when he tries to lean into you again, his heart aching at the way you're keeping him away when he so desperately needs you.

“Please,” he begs, whimpering, feeling like if you denied him it would crush him beyond repair. “Please flower.”

You breathe out slowly, long and calm, trying to keep yourself together, to not give in. It wasn’t fair, every brick you painstakingly spent building against them came down like a house of cards. Tears prickle the corner of your own eyes. This wasn’t fair.

He manages to rest his head on your shoulder, his nose sniffing against your neck. It’s still there, muted but he could still smell it. You hear the low hum of a growl in his throat.

“Taehyung, talk to me,” you say gently, needing him to verbalise his actions so you didn’t misread them.

“You’re not supposed to smell like him!” he cries, closing his eyes in pain. “You’re supposed to smell like us, you’re mine.”

Your heart leaps before it falls.

“Tae,” your bottom lip trembles, doesn’t he realise how cruel this was. “You can’t say shit like that.”

He hears you sniff, moving away enough to see the look of sadness on your face. But he doesn’t understand why it’s there. Did you really not feel the same way? No, that wasn’t it, the way you looked up at him, begging him to stop but they were soft on him, so loving.

“Why?” he dares to ask, it comes out a whisper, his heart pounding as he inspects you. You close your eyes, wanting to laugh at how pathetic you are. It causes tears to fall out of the corner of your eyes. You let go of his wrists to wipe them away, ready to answer him, ready to confess and leave him forever to save yourself from more pain.

A creak startles you both, the door opening to reveal the others making their way back from their respective meetings, all of them staring at the scene, completely taken back.

“Baby girl?” Namjoon is the first to step towards you both, his eyes flickering between you both. The concern on his face turns to one of anger, aimed at the tiger but you had already decided it was towards you.

You can’t deal with this. Turning away you try to make your leave, only to be held back, Taheyung grabbing your hand in his and making you face him.

“Why?’ he repeats, more adamantly. He needed to know, because whether he was right or wrong would change everything.

“Taehyung,” Namjoon growls warningly. His eyes fixed on your hands together.

“This is between me and flower,” he glares at his hyung, the threat in his eyes clear for the wolf not to get involved. He turns back to you, the others watching intently. “Why?”

You feel defeat ripple through your chest, your face scrunching as you sniff back the sob working its way out.

“Because my stupid human brain is going to misunderstand,” you voice is heavy with tears, a few slipping out against your wishes. “Your actions mean something different for humans than they do for hybrids.”

He almost scoffs, this was what you always did. They were so obvious with their affection and love and you rationalised it wrong every time.

“What does it mean for humans, flower?” he almost sounds like he’s mocking you, a new stern and unforgiving look on his face as he moves closer to you.

“Taehyung stop,” you beg, not wanting to go through with this, to feel embarrassed about your feelings when he figured it out. “Please.”

“Taehyung maybe we shou-”

The glare he sends Hoseok’s way has the lion biting his tongue. They were all panicked, what if the tiger’s actions cost you them forever?

“What do kisses mean for humans?” he asks again, louder, more demanding, not letting the subject drop. “Or better yet… What do you think they mean for hybrids?”

“You kissed her?” Both of you ignore Namjoon’s outburst, Taehyung not caring if he misunderstood.

The corners of your lips pull down so far, your eyes welling ready for overspill as you implore him silently to let you go. Why was he being so cruel? You had never known him to be like this before, what did he want from you? You breathe shakily, feeling lost until it hits you, he’s figured it out. He knows.

Your worst fears come to surface and you pray it wasn’t true, that he wasn’t about to out your feelings to the others. He watches you struggle for words, deciding to take pity on you.

“Because last time I checked,” he breathes, his heart pounding in his chest hard as he takes a leap of faith. “They mean the same thing for us as they mean for you.”

It takes you a second, he can see the crease between your brows before your whole face goes slack with disbelief. He can see the puzzle pieces finally fit into place through your eyes, unable to help himself, smiling when he can feel your pulse match his.

He takes another step closer, the distance between you only a hair width. Final drops of tears fall out of your eyes as he watches your pupils dilate when he leans in. You don’t pull away when his lips press against yours, you pull him closer.

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forthechubbies · 1 year

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Mommy Virgin

Hybrid! Alpha! Baby daddy! Bunny! Jungkook X Pregnant! Human! Chubby reader (wow, what a mouth full.)

Babydaddy au, CEO au, hybrid au, sperm banks, Jungkook has a short temper because I think it’s 🥵...😳..Anyway...Enjoy.....

“Hyung!” A Lovely Afternoon turned hectic upon the arrival of another Ceo member; he ducked and dodged, swiftly weaving through the crowd at the entrance. “ Hyung! Seokjin!”

Coming up to the security gates, He swore under his breath, realizing he had left his ID at home; luckily, He had enough momentum to hop up and over the gates. “ I'm sorry!” He apologized to security while speeding by.

“Hyung!” He pushed open his hyung's doors.

Perfect, not one but two hyungs. “ We heard you causing a ruckus downstairs, Bunny Boy-,”

“I'm a dad!” He exclaimed from the top of his lungs

A cloud of confusion filled the office, followed by stunted silence.

“What!!”

What an intro, huh?

Introducing Our male lead, Jeon Jungkook, An Alpha Rabbit Hybrid. Yep, An Alpha bunny- but not just any breed of bunny; a Giant Flemish Lop; a large bunny with enough strength to tear apart most hardware materials and speed to leave a car in the dust. And being an alpha only enhances his abilities.

Unfortunately, the females of his species have a deadly immune disorder causing them to die quickly from illnesses. His species has deteriorated through the past decade.

Jeon Jungkook is a part of an endangered species.

Jungkook's solution involved donating his sperm to a sperm bank; being eighteen then, He didn't think thoroughly of the representations, and now, well over a decade. He receives his punishment...with a smile?

The two hyungs observed the brittle paper. “For-fucks-sakes, Jungkook. Why the hell is your office so disgusting?” Namjoon scoffed at the scattered blankets and empty ramenyeon bowls. “Did you spend the night in here?”

“No, that's from last week.” Jungkook shrugged off the looks of disgust with a slight head tilt.

“Ewww.” Seokjin adjusted his distance.

“I was in the middle of cleaning up.” Jungkook pointed out to Jin before turning to Namjoon. “ So I started on this pile beside the fax machine..I didn't even know I had one.”

“Despite the dust on the paper, The document was dated a month ago.” Namjoon arched his brow at the snags along the sides. For those curious kittens who want to know.

Kim Namjoon (A Doggy Hybrid)

A pure bred labrador retriever minus the human DNA- Sharp as a tack, A born-leader, as handsome as they come, and melts for belly rubs.

Kim Seokjin (A Mouse Hybrid)

He’s a dormouse to be exact and He’s…Jin Shrugs

"We have to see her.” An unfamiliar sensation fueled Jungkook's curiosity and insanity from Namjoon’s Pov

Seokjin laughed, slapping Namjoon’s shoulder. “He's crazy! He-He thinks he can just find her.” Jin 's tears rolled down his rosey cheeks.

Namjoon is often empathic; I mean, he's half-dog; being therapeutic is in his blood. “Listen, Bun; I understand this is important to you, but-” He humorlessly chuckled. “ We-We are lacking in vital documentation on who this woman is or -”

Jungkook's racing heartbeat drowns Namjoon’s panic voice of reasoning, occasionally tuning back in now and again for keywords. Shit. He’s right. Drifting off his headspace for a second, too, he retrieves his answer in the form of a person.

“Or if she's still with child-.”

“Hobi Hyung.” Jungkook interrupted.

Namjoon’s blood ran cold.

“Where?!” Jin startled himself enough to take shelter behind the couch. “I thought he was in prison?!”

“He is; Hyung, Please calm down,you will alarm our co-workers ” Namjoon claimed, opening a window. “What are you bringing up his name for?” His tail curiously curved.

“ Because I might have to get my hands dirty." He smirked, " Don't follow me, Hyung " He teased, dashing out the office door.

Surprise! This was teaser/test? This is my first time trying to hop on the Hybrid AU train so if you like it please let me know and I will happily make more! Please like it 🫶🏽

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gimmethatagustd · 2 months

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venor (7) | kth + jjk

The barista at the university’s café keeps telling Jungkook not to come back, but Jungkook is too busy daydreaming about kissing the beauty marks on his face to be paying attention to his warnings.

○ Pairing: Tiger!Taehyung x Bunny!Jungkook

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: Hybrids, predator/prey, college au, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, light angst, eventual smut

○ Word Count: 5,802

○ Warnings: Reference to past parental death, chase scene (you'll know when you get to it), what the gworlies call self-lubrication aka slick

○ Notes: Somewhat of a content warning (?), a character in this chapter makes a joke about Taehyung (allegedly) having male tiger anatomy, which, if you know anything about tigers, is... odd, to put it nicely 😅 So just be prepared for that LOL. I remember the first time I read a tiger hybrid Taehyung fic with *whispers* barbed penises. Does anyone ever forget their first time with something like that?? For those of you who are not into that, don't worry. Venor Taehyung has a very normal dick. I'm just a clown.

○ Post Date: March 12, 2024

○ Masterlist | AO3 Cross-Post

○ What was Jai listening to? The series playlist

Series Masterlist

Taehyung’s sweatpants are massive on Jungkook. Black and loose, they’re a different style than the tight, tapered fit that Jungkook is accustomed to wearing. He has to roll the pants a few times at the waistband so they aren’t as baggy on his legs and fit his hips a little tighter.

Embarrassment colors Jungkook’s cheeks; he swears he’s been blushing ever since Taehyung kissed him. Touching his hot skin with cool fingertips, he checks his appearance in the bathroom mirror, leaning over the edge of the sink counter to get a better look at himself. The bathroom is much cleaner than he expected, with a clear counter and unblemished mirror. Perhaps it’s wrong for him to make assumptions about a predator’s dormitory based on what he has heard from other people. Proud of his open-mindedness, Jungkook often becomes disappointed in himself when he has such thoughts. Luckily, spending time with Taehyung has helped Jungkook understand more.

As Yoongi said, Jungkook still has much to learn, but he isn’t afraid of that process like many other prey seem to be.

Taking a deep breath to calm his thunderous heart, Jungkook grabs his dirty skinny jeans from where he neatly folded them on the closed toilet lid. The slick-stained parts are folded inward so he can avoid touching the damp fabric and furthering his embarrassment. Considering he had to sit on Taehyung’s jacket during the car ride home makes it even worse, so Jungkook tries shoving that thought deep in his brain. He can fret over that later at night while trying to fall asleep — a problem for Future Jungkook.

Not to mention how his scent had clouded the car so severely that Taehyung had to lower the windows.

“You okay, bun?”

Taehyung’s voice breaks Jungkook from his spiraling thoughts. He gives himself one last look in the mirror before slowly turning the doorknob and slipping out of the bathroom with light steps.

Predator dorms are comparable to prey dorms. They’re also in apartment style, though each roommate has a private bedroom, rather than sharing like Jungkook and Yoongi do. It seems rather unfair, even though Taehyung claims the reason is because predators are too big to share such small rooms.

Jungkook thinks having his own space would be nice, particularly during the embarrassing parts of adult life… heats. Yoongi and Jungkook have yet to have one this year, and neither have been brave enough to have a conversation about what will happen once they do.

Another problem for Future Jungkook.

Taehyung has his backpack slung over his shoulder, and Jungkook’s in his hand, where Jungkook finds him standing in the hallway. He has also changed, now wearing sweatpants identical to Jungkook’s. With fluffy hair and such casual clothes, Taehyung looks unbelievably domestic and soft — so different than how he usually appears. It makes Jungkook feel even warmer in the face.

“Hi,” Jungkook greets, taking his backpack from Taehyung. “Thank you for letting me borrow these.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Short and to the point, Taehyung punctuates his statement with a lopsided grin before gesturing for Jungkook to follow him to his bedroom. It may be pathetic how easily Taehyung affects Jungkook, even without speaking much at all, but at this point, Jungkook has accepted it.

He’s in over his head, and he doesn’t care.

“You can take the desk or the bed,” Taehyung offers as he gets comfortable in his bed with his backpack at his side.

His bed is relatively large, so it’s pushed up against the wall in one corner of the bedroom to make space for the rest of his furniture.

Being in Taehyung’s bedroom is a strange feeling. After seeing Taehyung as a mystery for so much of the semester, Jungkook is now gaining insider knowledge about Taehyung’s life, making him more enamored with the tiger hybrid.

"Y'know, you're not supposed to do homework in your bed. It can mess with your sleep cycle," Jungkook points out, but still gets settled next to Taehyung on the bed. They sit facing each other, Taehyung at the top of the bed and Jungkook at the bottom.

"And yet here you are." Taehyung smirks and takes out his laptop.

"Leave me alone."

Taehyung does just that, turning his focus to the assignment they're working on.

Despite Jungkook’s nervousness at the art museum, he sits cross-legged on Taehyung’s bed without his stomach twisting into knots. Instead, he feels comforted, surrounded by Taehyung’s scent and the quiet lofi playlist shuffling through the Bluetooth speaker on the dresser.

It helps that Taehyung’s bedroom has a relaxing aura. The room is dotted with plants, some in large pots on the floor in the corners that aren’t occupied by beige and forest green furniture, others in tiny pots decorating his dresser and the small desk against the wall opposite his bed. The walls are painted a soft, mossy green — something Jungkook didn’t realize students were allowed to do in their dormitories. There may be a stereotype in the thought, but Jungkook can’t help thinking that Taehyung’s room is like a mini forest.

“I really like how you decorate your room,” Jungkook compliments Taehyung with a small smile.

“Oh, uh, thank you.” Taehyung doesn’t look up from his laptop, but his cheeks turn a dusty pink.

Taehyung’s reaction makes Jungkook’s smile grow. He loves how shy Taehyung gets when complimented, almost as though he can’t handle a taste of his own medicine, though Jungkook is nowhere near as sauve as Taehyung is.

“My, uh, my eomma used to love plants,” Taehyung says softly. “She worked at a greenhouse and would always bring home seeds for me to plant in our garden at home.”

Taehyung’s response comes after a few minutes of silence, almost long enough for Jungkook to have forgotten what they were talking about. His curly bangs fall into his eyes, and his head is bent, so Jungkook doesn’t have a clear view of his face, but he notices Taehyung’s use of past tense when referring to his mother.

“Did you get any of these from her?”

When he looks up, Taehyung’s face is stoic. He points to a small but tall, leafy plant in a pot on the windowsill beside the bed. The pot is simple terracotta and sits on a matching plate to capture water leakage.

“It’s a geranium. They’re perennial flowers, so they last forever, really, if you care for them properly. I’ve had that one for four years.”

Taehyung’s ears perk up, and his eyes sparkle as he looks at the plant with what Jungkook realizes is affection. Coupling that with the excitable flick of Taehyung’s tail, Jungkook isn’t sure if his heart can handle all of it.

“What color is it when it blooms?”

“It starts kind of white? But when it fully blooms, it’s a light pink. It has all these little clusters…” Taehyung trails off and clears his throat, ducking his head again when he catches Jungkook staring at him.

Deciding to let the topic end organically, Jungkook doesn’t press Taehyung any further. He feels all warm and fuzzy inside, appreciative of Taehyung sharing what seems like personal information about himself he must not talk about with many other people.

For a while, they work in silence. They’re required to research and write an analysis of a piece of artwork from the museum and end the semester with a presentation that they give to the rest of the class. Since Jungkook and Taehyung have picked the same artwork — a bust of Nefertiti — they decide to pair up for the presentation.

It’s logical to work together. It doesn’t mean anything. Right?

Jungkook doesn’t think it does. They’ve spent nearly two hours at Taehyung’s dorm, and not once has Taehyung done anything to imply that he’s interested in Jungkook, despite what happened at the museum. Jungkook isn’t sure if he should feel relieved or rejected. He also has minimal experience with this kind of stuff, so he’s not sure what’s supposed to happen anyway.

Despite their studious focus, it doesn’t take Jungkook long to interrupt Taehyung’s work again.

“Do you think predators and prey should be separated all the time?” Jungkook asks, pausing his work on the document he has pulled up on his laptop. He watches Taehyung do the same when he sets his laptop on the bed beside him.

“Kind of?” Taehyung responds after a few moments of silence, eyebrows furrowed in thought like they had been at the art museum. “Why?”

“I think it’s dumb. What’s so different about me and you?” Jungkook gestures to Taehyung and then himself with a wave of his hand. “We’re all the same, really.”

“Are we?” Taehyung asks with an amused smirk. He leans his shoulder against the wall and keeps his feline eyes locked on Jungkook’s face.

“Yes…” The way Taehyung asks makes Jungkook feel like he’s somehow wrong.

“I think there are a lot of differences between me and you.”

“Well, of course, there are some differences…” Jungkook trails off when Taehyung ghosts his fingers along the curve of his knee. The touch trails goosebumps along his skin despite the barrier of fabric the sweatpants provide.

“Prey are open books, Jungkook,” Taehyung says with his feline eyes still on Jungkook. “Predators keep things hidden, and that’s why we have to be separate in school, until we learn how to stay hidden.”

Jungkook frowns. It’s an ominous response, too vague for Jungkook to understand. A part of him wants to tell Taehyung that he’s the first predator Jungkook has ever met, but he’s afraid of what Taehyung might think. Before, it didn’t seem important, but now…

There’s something new about the atmosphere in the bedroom that puts Jungkook on edge. It feels too hot, like Taehyung’s body heat is flooding the room. His skin prickles with goosebumps along his sides where his cropped sweater doesn’t reach the waistband of his sweatpants. It’s akin to a fever that sweeps over one’s body like a thunderstorm.

Suddenly astutely aware of his own body, Jungkook’s breathing quickens, coming out as shallow breaths that make his chest flutter. Each burst of breath leaves him feeling dizzier than the last.

Clearing his throat, Jungkook asks, “What does that even mean? What’s hidden?”

“Urges,” Taehyung murmurs, his tone lower than it had been. When Taehyung blinks, a shiver crawls down Jungkook’s spine, and his feverish skin grows cold.

Taehyung’s pupils are dilated.

Run.

The command echoes from deep inside Jungkook’s brain. He holds his breath, gulping it down as he watches Taehyung’s pink tongue glide across his canines.

Releasing the fluffy blanket comforter he’s sitting on from cramped fingers, Jungkook wipes his clammy hands on the blanket. He slams his laptop shut and scrambles off the bed right before Taehyung grabs him.

His heart pounds in his chest as he makes a break for the bedroom door on shaky legs. When he flings the door open, he nearly slips.

“Come back, little bunny,” Taehyung calls out as Jungkook sprints down the hallway, the dark tone of his voice cut with an amused edge.

Taehyung doesn’t bother running; he doesn’t need to. He’s already fast with a wide gait, covering more ground with long legs than Jungkook can.

The dorm doesn’t have anywhere for Jungkook to hide. Everywhere he turns is a dead end. At first, he considers the kitchen, but it’s large and fairly empty, with only the kitchen table and chairs to hide beneath. Making a last-minute decision, he bolts for the living room, skidding around the corner as his socks slide on the wood flooring.

“Jungkook, come back,” Taehyung says in a singsong voice that makes the hair on the back of Jungkook’s neck stand up.

Jungkook’s bright eyes scan the living room, bouncing back and forth to find somewhere to go. Sweat beads along his hairline, and his body feels warm and soupy, even with the adrenaline pumping through him. Part of him wants to run, but there’s another, scarier part that wants to submit to the predator stalking him in the hall.

Taehyung is playing. Even though Jungkook knows little about predators, he knows Taehyung is playing with him. If Taehyung were serious, he would have snatched Jungkook already. Still, it feels real. Perhaps it’s because neither of them are thinking with their human brains.

Climbing over the couch to hide behind it, Jungkook crouches just as Taehyung pokes his head in the living room.

“I know you’re in here, bun,” Taehyung murmurs. Jungkook hears him inhale deeply through his nose with a pleased rumble in his chest.

Jungkook almost wants to say something, to expose himself. Jungkook knows he shouldn’t, though he doesn’t know why or how he knows that. The adrenaline rush and heightened senses flooding his system wipe away any rational thought, until the only thing Jungkook can think about is Taehyung.

The wood floor creaks as Taehyung walks through the living room. He's close enough that Jungkook can smell him. His scent is different, though. It’s richer, earthier, more primal. Breathing it in makes Jungkook’s mouth dry, and, to his horror, he feels slick trickle between his cheeks.

He claps his hand over his mouth to keep quiet as he hears Taehyung’s steps get closer. Still, he screams when Taehyung hops over the back of the couch and lands on his feet beside where he crouches.

“Taehyung!” Jungkook squeals when Taehyung wraps his arms around his waist and throws him onto the couch, his body bouncing slightly on the springy cushions.

Jungkook’s high squeal ends in a fit of panicked giggles when Taehyung looms over him.

“Do you get it now, Jungkook?” Taehyung asks with a voice so deep that Jungkook swears he feels it rumble in his own chest.

Taehyung’s eyes are still wild, pupils blown out, as he kneels on the couch. He keeps one knee between Jungkook’s spread legs and leans forward with his hands on either side of Jungkook’s head, just above his shoulders. Taehyung’s ears lie flat, getting lost in his coppery curls, and his tail swishes behind him.

“Yes,” Jungkook whispers. It’s more of a question than a confirmation.

“I could devour you.”

Taehyung speaks against the soft hollow of Jungkook’s neck, the light touch of his soft lips making Jungkook sigh. He pulls at the collar of Jungkook’s sweater with his teeth, lightly grazing the skin beneath.

“Taehyung…”

Jungkook quickly forgets what he is going to say when he feels the tip of Taehyung’s tongue flick against the scent gland on his neck. Too reminiscent of a mating bite, Jungkook instinctually grabs Taehyung’s head, his fingers slipping into Taehyung’s curls and brushing against his fuzzy ears. The action draws a low rumble from Taehyung that Jungkook recognizes as a purr.

The sound of the front door unlocking and swinging open makes Jungkook jolt. He tightens his grip on Taehyung’s hair and tries pushing him away when he hears footsteps coming down the hall.

“What the fuck!” A vaguely familiar voice shrieks, finally breaking Taehyung out of whatever trance he’d been in.

Blinking a few times as he sits up on the couch, Taehyung’s pupils slowly constrict until they return to their normal size. He takes a deep breath, nostrils flaring, and turns to look at Hoseok, who stands in the living room doorway.

“Hi,” Taehyung growls. Clearing his throat, he tries greeting his roommate again, “Hi, Hobi hyung.”

The snake hybrid looks past Taehyung to stare at Jungkook. Jungkook’s face is on fire, not only because he has been caught in a rather compromising position with Taehyung but also because he’s wet and hard.

“Taehyung,” Hoseok whines with a defeated slump of his shoulders, “How many times do I have to tell you not to fuck people in the living room! I hate it! I hate walking in on you! It’s never not going to be awkward; I don’t care how many years we live together!”

Jungkook scowls without meaning to. It's a tiny scrunch of his face born out of the mention that Taehyung has had sex with people on that couch. He thinks Taehyung notices his sour look out of the corner of his eye or perhaps the sour note to his scent, but he doesn't say anything.

With an irritated grumble, Taehyung grabs one of the small decorative pillows on the couch and chucks it at Hoseok.

“We’re not fucking!”

Hoseok’s tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip, and Jungkook realizes it’s forked at the tip.

“It smells like you are!”

“Well, we’re not.”

Rolling his eyes, Taehyung hauls himself off the couch. He offers Jungkook his hand, and Jungkook accepts it eagerly, needing all the help he can get to stand.

The fear of getting caught and the annoyance at Taehyung's sex life washed over Jungkook like an ice bath, cooling his body down until he’s only half hard, his arousal not noticeable through his sweatpants but still apparent in his scent. After today, Jungkook isn’t sure if he ever wants to step foot outside his dorm ever again.

“Um, hi,” Jungkook says quietly with a small wave in Hoseok’s direction.

Despite his annoyance with Taehyung, Hoseok beams when he realizes Jungkook is the poor person who had been beneath Taehyung.

“Jungkook-ah! It’s good to see you again. I’m sorry I wasn’t here to properly greet you and prevent Taehyung from jumping you,” Hoseok glares at Taehyung, who refuses to look anywhere but at the floor. “Our first prey guest in our apartment, and he’s attacked by a wild animal. Lovely.”

Hoseok throws his hands up and turns on his heel, dropping his backpack in the hall as he makes his way to the kitchen.

“Are you all hungry? We’ve got beer, and I kind of want to order pizza,” Hoseok shouts from the kitchen.

Finally looking up, Taehyung gives Jungkook a small smile.

“Sorry, bun, I…” Taehyung rubs the back of his neck and doesn’t look Jungkook in the eyes. He clears his throat again, still unable to shake the roughness of his tone, and seems to go in a different direction with his thoughts. “Do you need new pants again?”

Mortified, Jungkook covers his face with his hands and slowly nods.

Even after Taehyung has gotten him yet another pair of sweatpants, Jungkook can barely keep his embarrassment inside. He doesn't understand what came over him - or Taehyung, for that matter. They'd both acted so strangely, so animalistic. It's equal parts terrifying and exciting. There’s not much in life that Jungkook feels he can say in absolutes, but he knows for a fact that he’s not going to survive Kim Taehyung.

Jungkook quickly realizes that having Hoseok around cuts down on the strange, heavy tension between Jungkook and Taehyung. He serves as a social buffer, it being impossible to feel anything but excitable joy around a man who blooms like a sunflower in summer. He follows through with ordering them pizza, insisting that, as their guest, Jungkook doesn’t need to pay. Even when Jungkook accidentally lets slip an enthusiastic little wiggle when the food arrives, Hoseok doesn’t bat an eye.

The three of them crowd together on the couch with a massive pizza box open on the coffee table in front of them and an anime Jungkook has never watched playing on the TV. A few empty beer bottles surround the box, most belonging to Hoseok and Taehyung. Beer always seemed like such a predator drink that Jungkook never acquired a taste for it.

Jungkook is pleased to learn that Hoseok isn’t as scary as he initially assumed he would be as a snake hybrid. At one point, he even lets Jungkook touch his scales.

“Honestly, I don’t have much feeling in my scales,” Hoseok explains as he offers Jungkook his arm. “I guess if you, like, stabbed me, I would feel it. It would be hard, though. They’re tough.”

White scales creep around Hoseok’s wrist and travel up his arm in small patches, circling his elbow and dotting a path to his shoulder that disappears beneath the sleeve of his t-shirt. Jungkook touches the scales gently with two fingers even though Hoseok insists that nothing Jungkook does will be uncomfortable. They’re much smoother than Jungkook expected, reflecting the colorful scenes flashing across the TV screen.

“They’re cool,” Jungkook says with a smile.

Taehyung shifts in his seat, twisting to rest his elbow on the arm of the couch and his chin in his hand. He sighs loudly as he does it, which makes Jungkook side-eye him, but Hoseok doesn’t pay him any mind.

“Thank you!” A friendly grin follows everything Hoseok says.

“Really cool, actually. I wish I had something more fun about myself.”

“You do!” Hoseok gently hits Jungkook’s arm to scold him. “Your ears are so fun!”

Jungkook gives Hoseok a skeptical look that he also ignores.

“Can you lift them up? Like straight in the air?” Hoseok asks as he reaches out to touch one of Jungkook’s ears.

Before Hoseok’s fingers brush against the tip of Jungkook's ear, Taehyung grips Jungkook's thigh. It’s a rough squeeze that makes Jungkook’s entire body tingle. When Jungkook and Hoseok give Taehyung incredulous looks, he makes a sound almost like a whine in the back of his throat. He tries to mask it with a cough, but Hoseok is already on his case.

“Aish, I’ll fuck off if you’re going to be annoying, Tae,” Hosek grumbles. He abandons his mission to feel Jungkook’s silky ears and reaches for another slice of pizza instead.

“It’s fine,” Taehyung sounds strained as he speaks. “We’re good.”

Maybe Jungkook should feel offended or even concerned that Taehyung is behaving so possessively. Instead, it makes him feel a fuzzy sense of euphoria that turns his brain to soup. He’s so content that he finds himself too forthcoming with his affection, easily nestling against Taehyung’s side once he finishes his pizza.

“If my parents knew I was hanging out with two predators, they’d try to pull me out of school,” Jungkook muses.

“Really?” Hoseok asks between sips of the last beer. He’s bright pink in the face, and his previous energy seems depleted.

“Mhm, they are really… cautious with me.”

“Jungkook was sheltered,” Taehyung adds on unnecessarily, earning from Jungkook a playful elbow to the ribs.

Jungkook’s eyes are on the anime, but his mind is on Taehyung, who slowly slips his arm around his shoulder to pull him closer. The action takes forever, almost as if Taehyung doesn’t want anyone to notice what he’s doing. It’s cute how subtle he’s trying to be and how terrible he is at it.

“Did you come from a rural area?” Hoseok asks, humming when Jungkook affirms his suspicions. “Me too. People are way more open-minded in the city. Seoul hardly has any places that aren’t integrated. It’s nice, honestly. My best friend is a calico.”

Jungkook perks up; his bunny teeth are more noticeable when he parts his mouth in a tiny gasp.

“Really? Who is it? My roommate is a cat. Maybe they know each other.”

Taehyung laughs at his eagerness, but Jungkook doesn’t care. There’s a sense of desperation clawing at his chest to know that there are other predator-prey relationships that work out.

“Park Jimin. He’s in our year, studying fashion. To be honest, he doesn’t really like predators all that much, but doesn't mind Taehyung for some reason. He hangs out over here a lot, so maybe you can meet him! I mean, if you come back to visit…”

Hoseok’s eyes slit for a moment when he leans forward to look around Jungkook at Taehyung.

Taehyung refuses to look at either of them when he responds, “If Jungkook wants to.

“If you haven’t terrified him with your wild behavior,” Hoseok snaps, but his eyes crinkle with mischief. “Big cats are the worst, Jungkook-ah. Terribly territorial and grumpy as hell. Especially the males. They love being loners until it’s time to get their prickly dicks wet.”

“That’s a myth!” Taehyung launches forward to pinch Hoseok in the side. The snake hybrid doesn’t even flinch; he only sticks out his tongue and triumphantly announces that Taehyung got his scales instead of skin.

“What’s a myth?” Jungkook looks between Hoseok and Taehyung, one wearing a grin and the other a grimace.

“Tiger hybrids have barbed dicks.” Hoseok cackles as Taehyung reaches over Jungkook again to punch Hoseok wherever he can.

“They have what?” Jungkook gasps, drawing up his legs to press his knees to his chest as though in a protective manner.

“We do not!”

“Like fucking daggers, Jungkook-ah.”

“They’re not!”

“Slice and dice you like a cheese grater.”

In horror, Jungkook’s eyes drop to look at Taehyung’s crotch, and Hoseok laughs even harder.

“Hyung!” Taehyung whines, pulling back to cross his arms against his chest like a petulant child. “Bun, don’t listen to him. It’s a myth.”

Hoseok knocks his head back to drain the last of his beer, then stands up and begins gathering the other empty bottles and dishes. He seems trustworthy, but Jungkook doesn’t know what to make of the conversation. Prey-only schools never teach predator anatomy. Prey are supposed to mate with other prey, not predators. There was no reason to know anything other than what rabbits are like.

“All I’m saying is,” Hoseok adjusts his grip to hold the rest of the bottles, “as one of Taehyung’s best friends, I find it suspicious that I’ve never seen his dick before.”

“Hyung! Fuck off!”

With a final hiss of laughter, Hoseok disappears into the kitchen to finish cleaning up.

Jungkook twists in his seat to stare at Taehyung once Hoseok is gone, and he's enamored by the flustered look that greets him.

“A cheese grater?” Jungkook asks with a grin that he tries to bite back, teeth pressing into his bottom lip.

Taehyung groans and throws his head back against the couch.

“It’s a myth, bun. I swear to god.”

Jungkook’s heart beats in the middle of his throat, anticipating what he’s about to say next. It’s carefully calculated, even if it’s a bad idea. The prospect of it being a bad idea makes what he says even more exciting.

“I guess I’ll just have to find out for myself.”

Taehyung’s eyes widen and his lips part, but he doesn’t speak. Maybe he doesn’t know what to say; maybe he knows what he wants to say, but Jungkook has left him speechless. His sharp eyes go round as he watches Jungkook get up, growing almost comically wide when Jungkook bends down to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“I have to go now, bye!” Jungkook flings his backpack over his shoulder and scurries out of the living room, with Taehyung scrambling to get up behind him.

“Bun, wait!”

Ignoring Taehyung’s calls, Jungkook quickly ducks his head in the kitchen to wish Hoseok a good night.

“See you later, Hoseok-ssi!”

Busy washing dishes, Hoseok wiggles his butt in a goodbye. “Call me hyung, Jungkook-ah. We’re animals here, fuck respectability politics.”

Whatever else Hoseok has to say is lost to Jungkook as he rushes through the front door before Taehyung can catch up. It took everything in Jungkook’s power to summon the courage to flirt so brazenly with Taehyung, to be so inappropriate, and he doesn’t think he can face Taehyung after saying something like that. Making a quick escape is his only option if he wants to survive!

Jungkook is almost in the clear, nearly shutting the front door when a hand grabs the edge of the door before he can pull it all the way closed. He lets go of the doorknob while Taehyung’s other hand finds the nape of Jungkook’s neck.

The kiss Taehyung pulls Jungkook into is sweeter than he expects, almost delicate in how Taehyung’s lips glide against his. They keep their distance, each on opposite sides of the threshold, only their lips and Taehyung’s hand connecting them.

Taehyung sighs as he pulls away, and Jungkook responds with a sound just as soft despite the dangerous flip of his stomach.

“Do you want me to walk you home?” Taehyung asks, letting his arm fall to his side.

Of course, Jungkook wants him to, but Taehyung shouldn’t. It would be bad enough to have a predator on the prey side of campus, adding that night as finally set, Jungkook wouldn’t want to get Taehyung into even more trouble if he were to get caught where he isn’t supposed to be.

“I’ll be okay,” Jungkook insists. “I know how to kickbox.”

With a roll of his eyes and a smile he can’t contain, Taehyung leans against the doorframe and nods toward the elevator.

“Get outta here before someone eats you,” Taehyung murmurs. Somehow, Jungkook knows this is his way of wishing him a good night.

“I had a lot of fun hanging out with you, Tae.” Jungkook tests out the nickname and grins when Taehyung’s tail flicks as it does when he’s pleased, even if he doesn’t want to say it out loud.

“Go on,” Taehyung swats Jungkook on the butt once he turns around, making Jungkook jolt forward.

If Taehyung’s cheeks are bright pink by the time he closes the front door, it’s good that Jungkook knows how to keep a secret.

vante95

did you make it ok?

jkookie

Yup!

The real threat to my life was Yoongi hyung

He was mad that I forgot to text him while I was at your dorm

vante95

he probably thought i snatched you up

jkookie

You kind of did...

vante95

anyway

lmk when you finish your part of the presentation

i'm almost done with mine

jkookie

Oh so we aren't going to talk about it??

vante95

the presentation?

jkookie

🫠

vante95

😘

jkookie

Taehyung

vante95

go to sleep

it's past your bedtime

jkookie

Jungkook nearly drops his phone on his face when it vibrates and Taehyung’s contact photo appears on the screen with the notification that there’s an incoming video call. Panicking, Jungkook sits up in his bed and runs his fingers through his hair, fluffing it up and praying he doesn’t look like he’s been lying in bed for an hour, basking in the comforting smell of Taehyung that still blankets him.

Why does Taehyung have to video call him? It’s nearly two in the morning!

“Hi,” Jungkook greets once he accepts the call, nearly sounding out of breath. It’s understandable, considering Taehyung is also lying in bed, propped up against the head of his bed, but shirtless.

The video stops at Taehyung’s collarbones, which is still enough to make Jungkook’s brain short-circuit. He can practically feel the gears grinding to a halt inside his head. There might as well be smoke coming out of his ears.

“Why are you so bossy?” Taehyung’s voice is crackly and thick, and his eyes droop like he’s been dozing off.

How are you so cute yet so hot? Jungkook wants to answer Taehyung’s question with one of his own, but he isn’t always so brave. Even if he was, he can’t seem to formulate words.

“Bun.”

“I’m,” Jungkook stops short when he drops his phone and fumbles as he tries to lift it to his face again. “I’m not bossy. I just don’t let people tell me what to do.”

Smiling lazily, Taehyung hums as he folds one arm behind his head.

“I like that about you.”

“W-What is wrong with you?” Jungkook blurts and immediately regrets his impulsiveness when Taehyung laughs.

“I don’t know. A lot of things, probably,” Taehyung shrugs, the lazy smile still there. “What’s wrong with you?”

Jungkook supposes there are a lot of things wrong with him for pining after a predator. As Yoongi said, prey are hardwired to avoid predators. It’s part of their instincts that evolution has yet to weed out. Yet here is Jungkook, fawning over Taehyung without shame.

“You’re the first predator I’ve ever met,” Jungkook admits sheepishly.

He wonders if it’s the wrong thing to say because Taehyung is silent once the confession is out in the open. It hangs in the air between them despite their distance.

“For real?”

Jungkook nods.

“Wow.”

It’s Jungkook’s turn to laugh, though his laughter lacks the humor Taehyung’s had. He knows it’s weird to be in his early twenties and has had so few interactions with people different than him. Despite the shame that truth brings, it also makes Jungkook proud of himself for how hard he has pushed to break out of the sheltered environment his parents created for him.

“Well, are you impressed?”

Jungkook masks how flustered he feels by rolling his eyes and sinking further into his bed so Taehyung can’t see the bottom half of his face.

“I guess. I didn’t have very high expectations,” Jungkook huffs.

Taehyung’s grin widens, and his face softens into the boyish look Jungkook loves so much.

“You must be if you’re still wearing my clothes.”

Properly scandalized, Jungkook sits up and glares at Taehyung. It’s another ruse, a disguise of his feelings because he’s shocked by how overt Taehyung is being.

“So what if I am?” Jungkook challenges.

“Nothing. It’s cute,” Taehyung murmurs, “It kinda drives me crazy.”

“Does it?” Jungkook whispers.

His heart hammers in his chest as he watches Taehyung lick his lips, Taehyung's gaze weighing heavily on him despite it being through a screen. That gaze alone is enough to make Jungkook’s body tremble.

“Yeah,” Taehyung hums. “But that’s a conversation for later. It’s past your bedtime.”

Taking a deep breath, Jungkook tries to relax his body. He shouldn’t get so worked up over nothing. Taehyung isn’t really nothing, though, is he?

“I hope you sleep well, Tae.”

“You too, bun,” Taehyung says with a smile. “Oh, are you doing anything next weekend?”

“Nothing really.” On edge, Jungkook shakes his head and tries not to get his hopes up about whatever Taehyung is talking about.

“Cool. Don’t make any plans for Friday night.”

“Why not?”

Taehyung laughs softly, the sound nearly a low purr. Jungkook gets the sudden desire to curl up next to Taehyung and feel that purr with his head against Taehyung’s chest.

“Just don’t make plans, alright?” Taehyung insists. Despite how sleepy Taehyung is and the dim lighting of his bedroom, his phone camera still picks up the sparkle in his eyes. “Night, bun.”

“Night, Tae.”

The video call ends, but Jungkook’s heart continues racing in his chest as he replays the conversation in his head.

It kinda drives me crazy.

Rolling over onto his stomach, Jungkook buries his face in his pillow and tries to breathe in his own scent to calm himself down — only to realize that he has managed to make everything smell like Taehyung.

Maybe Taehyung kind of drives Jungkook crazy, too.

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