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Thunderbolt (Bts maknae line)

Summary : This is a story of a dog hybrid who wants to find a purpose in his life. After leaving his home, the new chapter of his life begins.

One day, Jungkook, the famous dog hybrid of the series Thunderbolt, got lost from his owner. A dog star, who only lives in a studio, has never learned about the real world. Is this going to be a golden chance for him to live his life as a normal hybrid?

Credit :

Plot - orginal idea from bolt (2008 film)

Female lead art - Sam Yang

A/n note: This story will mainly focus on Jungkook and the other two in maknae line. And there might be a tiny bit of ship moment between Jungkook and Jimin.

Author POV.

6 years old

A girl was walking around the new city. It was her second day living in this busy city. The street always fills with cars, buildings are always full of people, and the night always decorates with lights.

“Mom look.” Y/N alerted her mom after noticed a white ball.

A ball then started moving-revealing the boy with pure white ears and a tail. He looked up to see a human staring at him. His doe eyes fluttered a little before concentrated on you again.

“Mom can we go inside?” You begged her. Wanting to see the boy, you didn’t wait her reply. You dragged her into the shop.

Your mom took a while at the counter before someone lead both of you to the section. Arriving the place, you immediately banged the door. Excitement rushed through your viens.

“He is a 6 years old samoyed. He has been here since birth. No one know where he was from.” His eyes didnlt leave you. You also stared back into his chocolate eyes.

You then noticed where his eyes targeted. Swinging carrot plushy in your hand, his gaze followed it.

“Here.” You threw it into the cage. The boy quickly ran and catched the plushy. Hugging it tight, He gently spoke to you.

“Th..than..kyu.”

And that is how everything start.

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Y/N POV.

Present time : 22 years old

“Jungkook, focus.” I call my beloved hybrid. He is busy looking around the surrounding.

“Yes ma’am.” He ears twitch a little. I hand him my binocular.

We are in front of the enemy building. They have been keeping my father in there for a week. You see, I am a daughter of a genius scientist who has been on the run for years. My father became a target because of his technology. They want my father’s new genetic technology; after seeing his most successful innovation, Jungkook, a mutant hybrid.

“Are we going to get in?” Jungkook look up and ask. He uses his eyes to scan the place for the last time and turn back to me.

“Do according to the plan.”

He nods and we seperate. Jungkook start sneaking behind the guard and knock them off. I quickly dash into the building.

“Hurry, I sense they are coming.” Jungkook speak with concern.

I enter the place. Jungkook, who is tail behind, is looking out for both of us. I aim the cctv. Shut them down with my smartwatch, a group of guards appear out of the blue.

“Watch out.” Jungkook grab my body and lift me. I then give one of them a flying kick.

Two guys head straight to Jungkook, but he uses his laser beam to burn them. A fight now turns into a mess. Scratches appear on both of us. Blood is seeping out. However, we try our best to endure the pain.

“Jungkook, ready to blast?” I ask. He already raised his first in the air, so ready to slam it down.

“Thunder...bolt!”

“And cut!”

The director sound echo in the studio. Jungkook then smile and fool around with the guards. As far as I know, they became friends 2 weeks ago.

“Huh..so tired.” I plop onto the seat. My mom walk into the studio.

“You were great today, both of you.”

“Thanks mom.” We answer in unison. My mom then start dicussing where we will go out for a dinner.

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Jungkook keep talking about the net scene. He looks more excited than usual which is cute. My mom also join him, saying that I need to hype up since the series is coming to an end.

“And we will get to use guns and helicopter. Isn’t co-”

“Hey there.” Three of us stop our track. Jungkook freeze in place while I roll my eyes. Hearing that voice, I know what is coming.

“What is it?” I turn around to my manager. Jungkook grip onto you tight. He must have scent your emotion change.

“You still have an interview today. Where are you going?”

“Cancle it, we are having our family dinner today.”

“No, you can’t. Today the new sposore will be there to. If you cancle it, the new project of yours will be over.”

My mom shake my head in disagreement. Jungkook now plop his head on your shoulder and whisper.

“Don’t listen to him. We work hard enough. We need to rest.” His ears lay flat on his head while tail swinging gently.

“If you cancle, prepare to talk with the head agency.” And there he goes. I sigh in defeat because I don’t want my mom to deal with the stress.

“See you at home, mom.”

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Jungkook POV.

The session was boring. They keep asking both of us to show the tricks like in the series. I feel like I was on a dog show. Y/N tried her best to help, but that dickhead manager stop her from scolding the host.

“I’m sorry.” She pats my head and sighs. Both of us lay on the sofa while waiting mom to cook us dinner. I hug her tighter as a sign of comfort.

“Not a big deal, it always happens.”

“It shouldn’t be like that. You are my friend and family member. They suppose to treat you as human, not a pet dog.”

Well, it isn’t something surprising anyway. In this era, people still can’t let go of the ‘hybrid = pet’ mindset. Even if laws are protecting us, there is no drastic change.

We are at the cafe under our apartment. I gaze out the window. Seeing passerby, I want to know how do they feel-to walk freely with their family and friends.

According to the contract, I and y/n have little self-time. I remember when the series started, we used to travel every weekend. But as our work become more popular, our time diminish.

“Frappucino and chocolate for my favorite customers.”

“Oh, Jin hyung.” He smiles in return.

He takes a seat and chats, telling how his life has been. Then he mentions the festival this evening. He encourages both of us, especially y/n, to join.

“Aye you need to go. Yoongi and Hoseok will be there too. Yoongi will be the dj this evening while Hoseok perform.”

“We’re in.” I answer without hesitation.

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“Hoseok hyung was so cool.”

I grip onto her tightly while talking about the performance. Yoongi hyung was also on fire. Jamming with his songs, he flicked the button here and there like crazy.

*sniff*

‘She seems stress.’ I think to myself. Her scent right now is like something burnt.

“Want to talk about it?” I ask and she shakes her head.

“Let’s go home then.”

I sigh and turn around. I let her walk before me. Seeing her tired body, I feel bad for accepting the invitation. I should have known when we were in the cafe.

“Let me buy ice cream before we go, wait for me.”

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Author POV.

Jungkook walks around and buys lots of things instead of only ice cream. When he comes back to the same spot, you have already gone.

“Maybe she has already gone home.” A phone call then interrupts him.

“Yes mom...huh...no she isn’t with me. I thought she went home...ok mom, I will find her.”

Now Jungkook is panic. He tries to think, where else can you be. Calling Jin, his first choice gets eliminated. Jungkook decides to look for you in this area.

“Kookie why are you still here?” Hoseok with Yoongi approaches the boy. When they notice his ears lay flat on his head while his tail swing lightly. They know something must go wrong.

“Y/N is gone, hyung. Help me find her.” Jungkook voice cracks, giving a pang into both of the hyungs’ hearts.

“You can go somewhere else to find her. We’ll take care this area.” Jungkook thanks them before dash out of the place.

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Meanwhile, you finally arrive home. When you enter, your mom quickly give you a tight hug.

“What’s going on mom?”

“Where are you? I am so worry when Jungkook said that you were gone.”

“I already told him I will be at the convinient store. I have waited there for hours, but he didn’t appear. I thought he was home.” Your mom face frown.

She tell everything starting from her call Jungkook, telling the boy you didn’t come home. The boy insisted to find you. You then provide your story.

“I’ll call him.” You pick your phone and find Jungkook’s contact. However, a call appear on your screen.

“What is it Yoongs...what! No, I’m home now. Huh...thanks for telling. I will ask Jin about that....Okay, I’ll report the police too.”

"He's gone." You tell your mom. Ending the call, you immediately call the police. Your mom is stress, blaming herself for what is happening.

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“Where am I?”

Jungkook wake up in an unfamiliar alley. He tries to recall what happened last night.

“Y/N...Y/N!” He immediately search his phone in the pocket. Unfortunately, it has gone somewhere.

“Huh those idiots.” He curses under his breath.

He remembers what happened. How he had nearly beaten last night, and they took his phone with them. He hid from them inside a truck. The truck drove off from the spot.

“But where am I?” Jungkook then wander around the alley. It seems like he isn’t in the city.

A noise then appear. He follow the sound which come from another block. When he arrive the source, he then see a full grown cat hybrid hiss at a younger one.

“I told you to leave that portion for me. You have eaten enough!”

“Hey what’s wrong?” Jungkook interven the conversation. A pair of golden ears twitch before its owner turns to him.

“Stranger, have someone never told you to interrupt others when they speak?”

“But you are scolding a child.” Jungkook fire back. A young hybrid take his chance and fade away from the scene, leaving Jungkook to deal with a cat boy.

Jimin, the owner of golden ears, stares at Jungkook. Observing his feature and dress, he knows that the boy wasn’t from around here.

“A city boy like you know nothing about this. We stray didn’t have food quiet often. That idiot, I recued him 2 days ago. It turns out he didn’t know his limit.” Jimin is now walking toward Jungkook.

“What are you doing?” The distance between them get closer and closer. Jungkook put up his guard, ready to use his skill.

“If you come any closer, I will knock you out.”

“Really?” Jimin is now stand in front of the boy. He reaches out to samoyed’s head when he feels the punch on his face. A gasp leave his mouth while blood starts dripping.

“You...bastard!”

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Jungkook POV.

After I throw my punch, he immediately throws his back. It surprises me that he didn’t knock out yet. We then get into a huge fight. Throwing each other around and exchanging out fists; creates loud noise in the neighborhood.

*whistle*

Two men appear out of nowhere. A cat then stops abruptly and drags me off the place.

“Aye, where are we going?”

“Keep quiet if you want to be alive.” However, I refuse to go with him. In no time, we both get caught in a large net.

“Shit!” He curses. Trying his best to get out.

I try to move out of it. Using my full strength, I try to tear the entire net. Just then, I feel the shock through my veins. My head starts spinning. My vision becomes blurry.

“We got good ones.” The last thing I hear before everything turns black.

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*cling*

My ears twitch due to a metal sound. My eyes start to flutter and slowly open. The cling sound doesn’t stop any time soon. I look around and meet with the same cat beside me, who creates the noise.

“How was your sleep, city boy?” He asks me as if he is mocking.

“I have you know, golden ears.” He turns toward me and gives his death stare.

“Jimin, park jimin. What’s yours?”

“Jungkook, jeon jungkook.” I offer him a hand shake, but he only stares in return. I then gently grab his hand. Putting into mine, I firmly shake it once and let go.

After a short conversation, silence come back again. Sniffing the air, there are tons of scents in the air.

“Where are we?”

“A shelter.” I give him a confused look. I have never heard of that word before.

“A shelter. A place for stray hybrids like us like human orphan.”

“Orphan? But I have family.” I quickly answer.

“Then how did you appear in the alley?” Jimin turns around, looking interested in the topic I have just started.

“I tried to find my owner. We were at the festival when I lost with her. I thought she had gone off home because she was tired. However, mom, I mean her mom, called me and told me that she hadn’t been back home yet. I then went around the city to find her and ended up fighting with a neighborhood. I escaped with a truck and popped up there.”

Jimin nod. I think he is trying to understand the whole story.

“And why didn’t you call her?”

“My phone got stolen.” I reply. Jimin then leans forward and grabs onto my necklace.

“What are you..”

“Your owner must love you so much. She didn’t force you to wear a collar. Instead, she gave you a necklace.”

“Yeah, we are like siblings.” Jimin still stare at the necklace.

“And she give us the way out of here.”

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“Are you sure this is going to work?”

“It is going to be fine.” Jimin sneaks out of the cage. I wonder how can he squeez his self through those pieces of metal.

When he successfully does it, he gently walks toward the guard. The old guy is sleeping soundly, which is a golden opportunity. He grabs the keys and then unlocks the cage.

“Let’s help others too.” I get keys out of his hand.

“Kid, it’s not a time to act like hero. We need to be hurry.” Jimin walks away and continue the plan.

‘Why am I this weak?’ I walk behind him. I feel useless all of a sudden, but I can do nothing. Since I meet him, I have done nothing. I got into a fight, then escaped, then got into a fight again. Someone captured me. In all of these events, I did nothing but being helpless. Without Jimin right now, how am I going to survive?

“Here, be ready to answer her call.”

I accept the phone from Jimin. I put it near my ear and wait patiently. However, no one answer the call. I try and try again. My ears catche noise and it it getting closer.

“Duck under.” I call Jimin and put both of us under the table. He clings onto me tightly, resulting his face dig into the croock of my neck.

The scent then hits my nostril. The sweat vanilla cinnamon bun-like scent makes my head spin. I gasp a little for some fresh air.

“Shh!” He whispers scream to me. I can endure his scent any longer, but I need to try.

“Still no answer?” I nod. He takes the phine out of my hand and dial a new number. After conversation start for awhile, I figure out he was calling the police.

“Done. All we need to do right now is run out of here.”

“I think we can move. There is no footstep sounds anymore.” I suggest. We both get out of the table and sneak toward the door.

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Jimin POV.

3 days later

‘What a city boy.’ I look at Jungkook who still struggle with acting cute.

I don’t know how long has my tummy endured the pain from acitric juice. I haven’t had any food for...a week? I don’t remember.

“Yeah do it like that, good boy. Now, go and get us some food.” I drag him toward the camp’s gate. Then I push him.

“Go!”

The boy walks inside the camp full of people. Seeing those humans smile and enjoy their meal with family and friends, I wish I have an owner. I even see some cats and dogs, real ones, eating deliciously.

I. am. jealous!

Jungkook blend in just fine which makes me happy. I follow him quietly and watch the boy gets us some meals.

For an hour, we walk. Jungkook is such a chatterbox. I didn’t know he is this talkative. Finally, this giant samoyed decides to stop and find us the seats.

‘Why it is so blurry here?’ I scan the area.

“Hyung, here.” He push a paper plate full of meats toward me.

‘Huh..I am tired.’

And everything is gone from sight.

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Author POV.

“Hyung!” Jungkook immediately change his seat and sit beside Jimin.

Jungkook tries not be panic and gently shake Jimin’s body. When he is sure that his hyung has already black out, he carries Jimin and asks for help.

From where they sit, it is a little far from the camp area. Jungkook looks around his surrounding to find any cabin or at least a proper shelter for both of them. Finding nothing, he decides to run back to the camp.

“Hey there!” Someone call Jungkook from behind, but he ignore it.

“Hey, stop!” The guy comes out of nowhere and stops hurried Jungkook. Jungkook becomes frustrated.

"What do you want?"

"You are that guy in Thunderbolt, right?" Jungkook finally looks up.

"I am right. Oh god, hi! IamyourbigfanandIreallywantyouau-"

"First, can you help me? My friend suddenly faint, so please help me." Jungkook interrupts the boy, who looks at him with admiration.

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“I am Taehyung, Kim Taehyung. You don’t have to worry, Namjoon hyung is the best doctor. He will help us.”

Taehyung introduce his and his owner’s names. Jungkook nods while looking at lifeless Jimin on the bed. Namjoon then starts checking the boy.

“Exhaustion. He needs food.” The owner of a caravan speaks

“Oh, I will prepare some sandwhiches.” Taehyung runs out of the car-leaving Jungkook with lifeless Jimin and owner of Taehyung.

Not so long, Taehyung comes back inside and continues ranting his feeling toward Jungkook. He bombards Jungkook with lots of questions before he starts telling his story.

“So this is finally my moment to be a hero... we can help you go back there.”

Namjoon speaks and points at Jungkook’s collar. Jungkook eyes lit up with hope. He then hands out his necklce.

“Hyung, isn’t this place near your clinic?” Taehyung hands the necklace to Namjoon.

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Taehyung POV.

This. is. incredible.

I always fanboy over this dog on the screen. And now? I get a chance to sit next to him.

Aggghhhh....

“Ummm well, not to bug you, but can I at least take a selfie?” He looks up. It seems like my voice interrupt his thought.

“Oh..uhh..sure.” He looks tired.

“On the second thought, let’s meet your buddy first then we can have a group photo.” He nods.

A silence suddenly replace our conversation. He is too worry about something that he drowns in his own thoughts. It is akward.

And I hate akwardness.

“Wanna tell me a story? What you have been through so far?”

He looks warry. I understand that it is hard to trust a stranger, but he can’t handle it alone anymore.

I know that feeling. I always have. If it wasn’t because of Namjoon hyung, I would have still living on the street. And you know, a stray bear hybrid won’t survive for long in the city.

“Everything starts...” And he decides to tell his point of view.

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Jungkook POV.

“We are finally here.”

I wake up as Namjoon hyung shakes my body lightly. Seeing the familiar building, my ears rise up because of happiness.

‘I finally arrive home. My home.’

I push the door open and runs inside Jin hyung shop. When he turn around to take the order, his eyes meet mine.

“My boy comes back.” He jumps into my arms.

The others follow into the shop. They introduce themselves one by one.

“I’m Kim Namjoon.”

“I’m Kim Taehyung, a bear hybrid. Your shop looks nice. Namjoon hyung, can we have ice cream before we go?” The boy immediately looks at his owner.

“I’m...Park..Jimin...”

Seeing Jimin hyung looks stress, I walk toward him and wrap my tail around his body.

“Calm down. He is nice.” I whisper. His scent become sweat again. I somehow come to like this cinnamon bun scent.

“I’m a cat...stray.” He talks softly.

“It’s nice to meet you all. However, Jungkook, listen to me carefully. Today, they decide to shoot the final scene for the series without you. These past 2 weeks, they forced Y/n to renew the contract and to workshop with the new actor. Now, boy, go and save your owner....” Jin hyung then turns toward Namjoon hyung.

“I know we didn’t know each other well, but can I ask you to also handle this with him? He needs the support.”

Namjoon hyung accept it. Taehyung hyung is now jumping in excitement. Chanting ‘we’re going to be the hero.’

“I’ll call Yoongi and Hoseok to let them know about you.”

And with that, we all leave.

‘Thunderbolt is me and Y/n, no one else.’

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"Why didn’t you sink in with sound? Stupid dog!”

When I finally appear in the studio, the scene terrify me. Y/n has been hanging there for who know how long. Her face has already drained into white.

3...2...1... Action!

Seeing my presence, the crew quickly go on with the scene. I can see varied expressions, however they aren’t pleasant.

Crack...crkkk...

“Stop! She is falling.” I take a huge breath and shout. The sling that hang Y/n is about to fall off.

Without hesitation, I run into the scene. As if I am in a slomotion mode, I see Y/n body free fall slowly from the cieling. The stand-in is panicing. He stands there frozen into his place.

“Jungkook...You are finally here.” Then Y/n comepletely black out.

“I’m here. I’m here, nuna.” I gently whisper.

And cut!

Others get back on to their work like nothing happens. The manager talk with the producer to use that scene as a final.

“That’s brilliant. So this is what you have been plan. Great job for both of you.” The director still not know the situation.

“Yeah..well...as we plan.” That stupid manager quickly get into the scene.

GRRR....

“We want to terminate the contract. You have been using me and Y/n too much than the paper indicate.” I speak with confidence. I have been waiting for so long to fight with this shitty human.

“What are you talking about?” Everything around us gets silence.

“I have been gone for what? Nearly a month? And all you do was forcing Y/n to do a final scene without me with a new script and no safety. I have enough.”

“Mr.Jeon, do you have any idea with what you were saying right now? I can sue you because of malicious comment. Both of your career will be gone just by me doing that.” He threaten me.

“Then let’s see who will be gone first.”

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Author POV.

“...For this episode of the ‘Thunderbolt.’ First, let’s give some updates of Y/n condition. She’s doing great. You see...”

The camera pans toward the girl running around with 2 guys. Taehyung keeps chasing Jimin while Jimin uses Y/n to shield him.

“Aye, kookie, join us.” Y/n comes and drags her partner/personal editor for their youtube channel.

Jungkook did as what he said. With the help of Namjoon and Hoseok, they win the case and get rid of the caontract. Their agency needed to compensate them and giving the name with full copyright to Y/n and Jungkook.

Months later, Yoongi and Jungkook plan came out. A first episode Thunderbolt was released. The fans were so glad to see their updates. And with in two months, they channel gained nearly a million followers.

“Food is ready.” Jin enters with a huge tray of brownies. Everyone then gather around the table.

“Aish, these kids can’t be patient.” Y/n mom joins in with some more menu.

“Party..Party...Ya!”

Jungkook settles his camera on the stand and runs toward everyone. Reviewing the menu with some entertain games, the live runs on: capturing the joy and laughter of everyone.

The new begin starts from here.

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Final note : I started writing this story around mid year. Because of my hectic schedule, I was on haitus for so long. Coming back here, I noticed new followers and some passerby who gave loves on my fan fictions. Thank you, for being my guest and kind to this blog. I hope my story were at least enjoyable. See you in my next work or other old work.

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alltheficsiveread · 2 years

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it's raining cats and dogs by err0_0

Rating: E

Pairings: Taehyung/Yoongi

Word Count: 18,435

When Min Yoongi’s best friend and roommate of seven long years, Kim Seokjin, finally decides to move out to live with his boyfriend, Yoongi is then stuck living with his new roommate - a dog hybrid by the name of Kim Taehyung.

Yoongi dislikes most dog hybrids, yet he can’t bring himself to hate Taehyung. One thing leads to another and eventually the two becomes a lot closer than Yoongi originally thought they would.

So when Taehyung’s rut comes earlier than expected, it’s up to Yoongi to help him out.

#pwp #taegi #hybrid au #cat hybrid yoongi #dog hybrid taehyung #bts

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moonchild1 · 1 year

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min yoongi fic rec list (Ⅴ)

hi guys it's been a minute since i posted it's been hectic i recently got a promotion so that's been taking up my time but here's another list of my favourite yoongi fics honestly reading them was so much fun and made me feel happy so i hope you enjoy them as much as i did. remember to please show lots of love and support to these incredible authors and creators and their blogs, don't forget to give them a follow , leave a heart, reblog or leave a kind message i know they will appreciate hearing from you, these fics contain smut so no minors interact feel free to send and share any fics you are currently into and would like to share with me i would love hearing from you guys

a- angst s- smut f- fluff

series

love lockdown by @personasintro f s a (enemies to lovers zombie apocalypse)

belong by @ahundredtimesover f s a (exes au basketball yoongi summer love au)

in the margins by @bonvoyagenoona f s a (enemies to friends to lovers slow burn)

look down on me like that by @here2bbtstrash s a (enemies/coworkers to lovers slow burn)

andante cantabile by @kkulfm-2 f s (regency au unrequited love slow enemies to lovers pianist yoongi)

match made in hell by @ughcore f s a (arranged marriage doctor au rivals to lovers)

only yesterday by @borathae f s a (strangers to lovers)

dating advice by @taleasnewastime f s a (strangers to lovers)

the deal by @untaemedqueen f s a (strangers to lovers gang/cartel au)

matilda by @babystrcandy f s a (brother's best friend unrequited love)

down the hall by @jjungkookislife s a (brother's best friend)

ink nemesis by @scriptaed f a (fake dating au)

unexpected lovers by @jjkeverlast f s a (fake dating artist yoongi)

love is a dog from hell by yourlocalhoney (ao3) f s a (love triangle friends with benefits) ft.Jungkook

petals by @yoonia f (parents au)

pink bird houses by @54daysormore f a (single dad au)

everytime by @deathbyyoongx f s a (fuckboy exes au)

desolate by @angelicyoongie f s a (hybrid au)

one-shot

first-date bait by @jimlingss f (strangers to lovers)

↬first-date bait drabble @/jimlingss s (strangers to lovers)

wallflowers by @bonvoyagenoona s (strangers to lovers)

shirt by @bonvoyagenoona s a (one night stand idol au)

sugar by @zehakoo f s (ceo au strangers to lovers neighbours)

radio sweethearts by @helenazbmrskai s (brother's best friend college au slow burn)

tongue like candy by @jjungkookislife s a (brother's best friend age gap)

auburn skies by @persphonesorchid f s a (brother's best friend)

black and white by @akinnie75 f a (slow burn)

always & forever by @sugakookitty f s (established relationship wedding au)

hard liquor by @chateautae s (boss x employee age gap)

sweetener by @taegularities f s (enemies to lovers fwb au fuckboy)

soft spot by @cultleaderyoongi f (first date)

↬sweet spot by @/cultleaderyoongi f s (established relationship)

sticks & stones by @xpeachesncream f s a (friends to lovers ex friends with benefits pinning au)

fuck being friends by @strawberrynamjoon f a (friends to lovers college au)

the seventh muse by @wwilloww f s (friends to lovers)

tell me what you want by @/wwilloww f s (friends to lovers)

yoongi’s lullaby by @jiminrings f a (unrequited love friends to lovers soulmate au)

illicit favors by @yoongiofmine f s a (friends to lovers)

snow blanket by @yoonieper f s (friends to lovers)

a wager of lords & love @hisunshiine s (regency au arranged marriage)

an empty home by @7deadlysinsfics s a (arranged marriage) ft. Taehyung

the nanny diaries by @btsgotjams27 f (single mom roommate au)

the good part by @introlxv s (roommate au)

handyman by @borathae s a (rebound au roommate au)

peaches in bed by @/borathae s (domestic au husband au)

don't hold hands by @whatifyoulivelikethat s ( friends with benefits roommate au)

by the time i've figured out what it's worth by @ugh-yoongi f s a (marriage au)

swing life away by @aphrodijin f s a (marriage au)

the little things by @kth1 f s (boyfriend au)

fxck a fxckboy! by @yoongifis s (fuckboy)

cupid's curse by @ressjeon s a (first love au)

dawned in by @aquagustd f s (dilf yoongi)

bad things by @yoonia s a (escort au pining)

close call by @xjoonchildx (mafia au)

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bonny-kookoo · 4 months

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Taehyung/Jungkook

Crowded | Masterlist

A dog, a cat, and a fox walk into a bar- but wait, this isn't actually a joke at all.

Tags/Warnings: Wolf Hybrid!Jungkook, Tger Hybrid!Taehyung, Fox Hybrid!Reader, friends to lovers, poly AU, romance, mutual (secret) pining, minor angst, major fluff

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#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #bts jungkook imagine #hybrid imagine #bts jungkook fanfic #bts taehyung imagine #bts taehyung imagines #kim taehyung imagine #taehyung imagine

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hollyhomburg · 5 months

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I haven’t had an idea about hybrids in a long long time but 🥺 what about pup hybrid koo who gets abandoned by his owners for being too high energy, who waits by the door every day for them to come back, doesn’t like to talk to other humans because they’re not his owner but then slowly, the volunteer who comes into his room to talk to him every day and eat his meals with him and feed him treats starts to chip away at his heart and adopts him.

only to have him wake up Literally lying on top of them, deal with him breaking out of the house and following them to work, everywhere- jk is just so worried about being left behind again but! It’s a good thing his owner is really understanding and doesn’t mind that he’s a clingy little puppy.

And of course Doberman! jk is also still covered with tattoos just like irl jk 🥺 big floppy ears hanging over his face, the breed and tattoos usually turn people off from adopting him because Dobermans you know- they’re /protection/ dogs, they don’t see jks wide terrified eyes hidden behind his big ears. They just see the tattoos and piercings and walk the other way. Im imagining the first time jk ever falls asleep on the m/c, head on her lap, her fingers rubbing against the spot on the back of them where they’re sensitive and tingly saying to herself “at least he didn’t doc your ears, I would have expected- given the other /modifications/ he made to you, that he’d have done that. At least he had the decency to leave them alone”

And she asks cuz of course she does, why jks old owner covered him with tattoo’s and maybe she should have waited until he was more awake but jk just says “liked to come with hyung to work, saved his best designs for me”

Maybe years later they have a run in with Jks old owner and it’s one of the other boys, tattoo artist yoongi maybe? but 🥺 jk finally gets his closure because he finds out yoongi didn’t abandon him he just got into an accident and was in a coma for 6 months and then had 18 months of re-learning how to walk after that. How to do art, how to tattoo again and yoongis finally back on his feet. Even when he was in a wheelchair yoongi never stopped going to different shelters to try and find Jk. Yoongi never gave up looking for his pup 🥺

Imagine tattoo artist yoongi with arms full of pretty floral tattoos in the same style as the ones on jk’s arm 🥺 and the m/c once again questions him about it and jk gives her the honest answer of “I asked for them”

Maybe jk is now faced with the horrible choice of being the one who leaves his new owner who he loves a lot and going back to the person who he once missed more than anything! Of course his little pup brain just comes up with the simple solution! They both just have to move in together to look after him! That way he gets both!! And only- the m/c and yoongi are really opposites- but they decide to try and make being roommates work if only because jk deserves it.

And maybe yoongi starts taking care of her too because he always did let jungkook depend on him lots 🥺 for cooking and brushing out his long fluffy hair and showers after boxing class. And yoongi fusses because around her work schedule she forgets to eat a bunch and he ends up going to drop off lunches because honestly- the tatto shop kinda runs it’s self since namjoon and taehyung took over during yoongis accident- they never met jk because they only bought into the business after yoongis accident when he had to sell off half of it to cover his medical bills (I’m picturing calico mini- a new addition, who took over jks job of checking people in for their appointments and answering the phone)

But anyway back to yoongi and his babying It’s natural for him to say “up!” To her (a total accident he swears) when she’s wearing a soaked shirt after coming in from the rain, blushing hard, but kinda grinning when she follows obediently. Because jk always liked it when yoongi would dress him 🥺 hyungs perfect little puppy doll all pliant and good. And it would be okay if only she didn’t slip up too! Accidentally calling yoongi a good boy on more than one occasion or going in for a “good pup kiss” cuz jk is like- kinda a kissy puppy, likes good morning kisses and thank you for putting your dishes away and “I missed you cuz you just peed kisses and I was worried a monster was gonna eat you in the bathroom” kisses. Jk has them both very well trained.

Of course he’d tease her endlessly for that. “Maybe we should get you a pair of puppy ears for Halloween if you’re gonna listen to me the way that jk does” “yeah? I’ll get you a pair of kitty ears and tatto whiskers on you in your sleep” only what if one day yoongi reveals he actually does have whisker tattoos they’re just black light 😭

Only why don’t they kiss each other the way they give him good boy kisses 🥺 why don’t they cuddle each other like they cuddle him??? Why don’t they good hands the way they hold hands with him when he goes out so that they don’t get lost! Jk has to remedy this right away 😠 he can’t loose either of them ever again so he’s gotta set them up!!!

#bts fluff #bts #bts hybrid au #hybrid jungkook

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imaginebeautifulworlds · 4 months

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Loved By Seven | Chapter 4

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU, Mate!AU, romance, fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Human!Reader, Peacock!Seokjin, Serpent!Yoongi, Hawk!Hoseok, White Tiger!Namjoon, Merman!Jimin, Leopard!Taehyung, Wolf!Jungkook

Summary: Hiking was just an activity to get you out of the apartment, the last thing you imagined was ending in a whole different world by touching a jewel. That not being enough you end up meeting seven hybrids, and they all claim you shared the Connection with each of them making you their partner for life.

Notes: Hi! After I posted the third chapter I noticed I have more than 200 followers!!! I truly can't believe it, thank you so much!!! And I decided to write this chapter as fast as I could for a 100 followers celebration, which means the fifth chapter will be a 200 followers celebration along with a one shot from my masterlist. I'm so grateful for the people who keep reading this series and for the new ones who are giving me the opportunity to give them something to read. Likes, reblogs, comments are always appreciated. English is not my first language so pardon me if anything is misspelled or grammatically incorrect. Also the main idea came from a webtoon but I can’t remember it’s name. Enjoy!

Closing the door behind him a very happy leopard stops in front of the elevator to call, once inside he marks the parking lot. Which car should I drive today? Well I'm already late, I should take the smaller one he walks and picks up one of the two pair of keys dangling from his parking space I can't wait to take Beautiful out, just the two of us a boxy smile breaks through with this thought and gets in the car After this shoot I'm gonna pretend to be sick and get back to her quickly.

Thanking to the people who picked up the place for the photoshoot, since it was near the building he lives in, he exists the car and jogs a little bit to meet with his manager, a dog hybrid, waiting for him at the entrance, "Tae, I know you're a really big name in this industry, and thanks to me may I add" Jaehyun says with a silly smile and walking where there was already a lot of people waiting for Taehyung "but you can't be this late to a shoot man" this time is a frown what accompanies his words. "I know hyung, I'm sorry, you know I don't like to waste people's time but something happened yesterday and my phone died so the alarm didn't ring and I had to make breakfast but didn't have groceries so everything was a bit chaotic".

Once they're in front of the crew, Taehyung says out loud "I'm sorry everybody, I didn't mean to be this late" "It's okay, I mean you're THE Kim Taehyung you can be as late as you want" says a young leopard hybrid coming way to closer for his liking, like she almost wanted to touch him, so he takes a step back "I'm sorry Director, it won't happen again" he says bowing at her, which makes the girl blush "Um, Tae, she's no…" Jaehyun stars but gets interrupted "She's not the director Taehyung, it's me, she works with the make-up department" a slighter older fox hybrid walks towards Jaehyun and him "Oh, I'm sorry for being late Sir" he bows again, but this time at the right person "I know you're a big name but it can't happen again while we do this campaign" "It won't I swear" Taehyung says with his anima ears twitching nervously and his human ears red from embarrassment, at this the Director chuckles "It's okay, go get changed and then go to make-up while we set up things to start the shoot" he points at a girl who raises her hand She must be from the costume's department thus Taehyung walks behind her until they get to the dressing room.

"Hi Mr. Kim, I'm Danny and I'll be helping you during this campaign with what you'll be wearing" "Thank you Danny, and you can call me Taehyung, Mr. Kim sounds way to formal for my liking" he smiles gently at her Wow he is even more handsome in person and the rumor of him being a sweetheart are true, thank you universe for already having a partner otherwise I would probably be acting like the girl from make-up "Sure thing Taehyung" she says with red cheeks "These are the clothes you're gonna be wearing for this particular shoot" Danny shows him the main show of the shoot, a pair of underwear, with a pair of jeans and a jacket, both in denim "Okay" the leopard goes behind a curtain to change himself "If you need anything, I'm here" Danny says in a more professional tone "I actually have a question" he says while taking off his shirt "Sure, is anything not your size?" "No, it's not about the clothes or the shoot" "Oh" she says more relaxed "Sure" You're human right? I mean I didn't smell anything particular from you, except a faint smell of giraffe" he rushes his explanation in fear of offending her while almost falling from taking off his pants, she chuckles at this "Yes, I'm human and the scent you're smelling is my partner, it's faint because he's away on business, may I ask why are you asking this?" "It's just that I found my partner and she's also human and I wanted to know how can I court without scaring her, both my parents are hybrids so I don't know if I should do something different" a fondly smile forms on his lips by the mere thought of you "Well" she laughs a little "Andy was very forward, we crossed paths at a coffee shop and as I was exiting he screamed Wait! I think you're my partner to the entire shop and I genuinely thought that wasn't directed to me so I just walked out but he followed me and tapped my shoulder and told me the thing he just screamed was aimed at me, so we sat and started talking. I think everyone in this world knows they're destined to someone therefore you shouldn't be afraid of scaring" she finishes at the same time he pushes the curtain already changed That's the thing, I don't think she knows about the Connection which is so weird but he doesn't let his thoughts reflect on his face, instead he smiles at Danny "Thank you, you were very helpful" "Okay, let me see you" she turns on her job face "Please turn around" she hums looking for something that may stand out in the wrong way "I think you look great, the jacket is not too big, the boxers are up enough to see the brand but your abs can also be seen, and the jeans make your thighs look great, and this denim makes you ears stand out in very nice way. You're ready to go to make-up Taehyung" she smiles at him "Thank you Danny" he waves at her, exiting the dressing room.

"Hi handsome" someone says as soon as he exits, scaring him a little. Turning to look at the person who startled him, he finds the same leopard girl he thought was the director "Hey Taehyung, I was just coming to get you to take you to make-up" Jaehyun approaches but stops when spotting the girl "What are you doing here?" he asks "I'm here to pick him up" "The director told you to wait by your room, thus I'm asking again, what are you doing here?" "I'm just trying to show initiative, that's all" she answers with a fake sweet smile "Let's just go, yeah? We're already behind schedule because of me I don't want to keep delaying everything" Taehyung intervenes. "Yeah, you're right Tae…Lady, please take us to the make-up room" Taehyung puts himself between the wall and Jaehyun, just to be safe from the girl, watching this the girl frowns because she wants to be next to him Especially if he's wearing something so tempting. The three get to the room full of make-up suitcases "Okay, we're already you can leave now" she smirks at Jaehyun "You know make-up artists have to be alone to do the job quickly and without errors" Jaehyun growls a little bit at her but knows he can't do anything because she's right "Tae, call me if you need anything" he looks at the male leopard like saying If this crazy girl throws herself at you call me at which Taehyung only nods, and Jaehyun takes his leave.

"Okay Tae, you can sit here" she purrs the words in an attempt to sound sexy "Please don't call me Tae, only people close to me can call me that" Taehyung says in a deeper and strained tone of voice, one he uses when he's not comfortable or mad, dreading being with her and sitting in front of her "Then we can get closer, don't you think?" she trails one of her fingers up his right arm, trying to reach his exposed chest, however a male hand stops her intention "Look I really don't want to say anything to the director about your inappropriate behavior but if you continue I'm not going to have another choice but to talk to him" at this point his chest was vibrating to let out a growl, but he contained himself. Watching his face she felt a little scared but that didn't deterred her purpose This man is going to be mine, he just doesn't know it yet. I mean, we're both leopards, we obviously belong to each other. I have to be more forward with that in mind she sits in his lap, wrap her arms around his neck and brings her face closer to his, watching how her prey open his eyes wide Oh he looks so cute, and he's gonna be mine "Come on Tae, I know you don't have a partner and look at me, we would be incredible together, you're hot I'm hot, we're both leopards, and I'm just feeling this electricity between us, it's incredible" with each word her voice goes lower and her face closer I can't just toss her, it could hurt her and it would make a mess.

"Lia, what are you doing on top of Taehyung?!" A woman's voice wakes up Taehyung from his shock and stands up, trying not to toss the girl with too much force, and turns to find a familiar face "Mrs. Choi?" "Mom! What are you doing here?!" the girl screams at the woman Is she the daughter of one of the best make-up artists? Taehyung thinks "No, the one who asks questions is me. Now, what were you doing on top of him?" "Mom, we're part-" "She sat on top of me! Started touching me and saying crazy things! And we're definitely not partners, I already have one and she's at home!" it's not his intention to almost scream but that's how it comes out, he wants to be clear with anyone who's listening that he already has a partner, a very beautiful partner What? He has a partner? Well, it doesn't matter he's not marked yet which means anything can happen the other leopard in the room thinks "Oh my God Lia, I told you that if you wanted to come with me you had to behave and why was the door closed, you know that until the senior enters the apprentice can't close the door" Mrs. Choi says "Are you the one who's going to do my make-up?" Taehyung says with a hopeful tone, and he's so relieved even his ears stand up in relaxation "Yes, darling. And I'm so sorry for my daughter" hearing her mother say that Lia crosses her arms in frustration If you hadn't enter mom I could've kissed him "Now let's do your make-up quickly Taehyung, after all this isn't the first time we work together" and it's true for most of his shoots Mrs. Choi has been the one does his make-up so, by now, the know what works the best. After 15 minutes Mrs. Choi is finishing his make-up, she really wanted to finish fast after all her daughter couldn't stop looking at Taehyung and trying to touch at very chance she could get, and the boy's obviously very uncomfortable; "There, all done" she says applying a thin layer of gloss to make his lips stand a little bit, Taehyung looks at himself in the mirror in front of him "Thanks Mrs. Choi, as always your work is impeccable" the woman smiles at him "My pleasure Taehyung, will be seeing each other because of this campaign so we'll see each other soon" Taehyung stands up and exits the room listening to something along the lines of "Let's go home young lady, we need to talk about boundaries at a work place" "But m-".

"Tae, you're finally out" Jaehyun starts asking as soon as he sees Taehyung "What happened? Did that girl do something? You know what? Where's the director, he needs to know this" "Hyung, hyung!" Taehyung almost screams but at least gest Jaehyun's attention "She's Mrs. Choi's daughter, apparently wanted to learn about this world" "Mrs. Choi's daughter? But she's so ahhh" Jaehyun makes angelic noise "and that girl was so oohhh" Jaehyun makes scary noises now, which makes Taehyung laugh out loud. Hearing a deep laugh the director approaches the two young men "Taehyung, did you finish? Are you ready?" "Yes Sir" Taehyung immediately stops laughing and transforms it into a serious face "Okay, please put yourself in front of the camera" the older male chuckles softly at the nervousness of the young leopard.

Modeling comes easy for Taehyung since he was recruited at 16 years old people has praised his good looks and how natural he's in front of a camera, however he started his official career at 20 years old and he's been doing it for 5 years now. It pays the bills and lets him have a certain commodity, and now that he found you he knows he can also provide for you as well. Being in front of the camera makes Taehyung sometimes feel weird or even shy depending on the type of shoot he's doing but once he switches on his modeling talent he can only focus on what pose to next so it can come as natural as possible, something many directors like when working with him is that the leopard almost never need directions he knows which are his best poses, his best faces and most importantly knows how to use his body, which angles show, in this case, the clothes better and how can his animal features add to the mix, play with his tail or hide his ears to show something.

Because of how good he is at his job the shoots ends on time, despite Taehyung being late, and now was time to go home There's no way I'm gonna keep working when it's almost noon and Beautiful doesn't have anything to eat "Hey hyung, I'm not feeling well, I think being with that girl really disturbed me, besides I think I ate something that's bloating me. I think I should go home, tell the other shoots we can double the time when we reschedule or the can pay me less" Jaehyun couldn't say anything because Taehyung starts running to the dressing room "Hi Danny" and changes his clothes in a flash "Bye Danny", the leopard runs again and encounter the Director "Great job Director, thank you for everything, have a nice day, I look forward to the next shoot I swear I'll be on time" he bows and runs again towards his car not even paying attention to the "Taehyung's" Jaehyun is screaming.

Once inside his car he makes a plan First I need to buy her a phone, hers is obviously so old it doesn't work anymore, I have to buy one for Jiwoo too because I know how important she's to Beautiful. Second, the both need clothes just a few and the we can go together to buy more. Finally, groceries for the three of us. Parking at the mall, Taehyung goes straight to a store where he can buy the phones, for his Beautiful he buys the same one he has but pink because he saw that many of her things had that color It suits her that color he smiles at the thought, and for Jiwoo he buys same model but white. Outside of the store he looks at the watch on his wrist Damn it, there's not a lot of time adding something more to the list he goes to the food court and approaches to a Italian restaurant and orders 3 lasagnas to take, and while they're making them Taehyung goes to a store for clothes as soon as he sees a clerk similar to your body type he asks her to pick six shirts, two pair of jeans, and 4 pair of shorts It's getting hotter these days with summer approaching, he pays and goes to another store for the underwear where he basically does the same but this time with a very red face and animal ears glued to his head from embarrassment, in this store he pays even faster. He has to accept he must look like a mad man running from one place to another with a lot of bags; he gets to the restaurant and picks up what is gonna be lunch. Running again he sees his car closer and closer, he puts the lasagnas in the front seat and the rest of the bags on the back seat, once inside he takes route to the nearest supermarket around his building.

Getting off the car after parking, he takes a supermarket cart an starts going through the aisles to pick up and put inside the cart the food of his choice I just hope they like what I'm choosing, but I can always bring them with me if she wishes something else. With the supermarket already seen he approaches the cashier and pays and pack everything as fast as he can, looking at his watch once more he notices it's noon Okay I'm close just have to hurry up a little bit he tries to run with difficulty from the heavy grocery bags. This time he puts the bags on the trunk and gets up inside to start driving to the destination he wants to arrive the most Home.

Finally seeing his building he presses the gas a little bit more, once inside the parking lot, he parks next to his other car and takes out all of the boxes that despite being heavy he can carry all of them thanks to the gym and his leopard genes. He walks towards the elevator and calls it, it doesn't take long and it opens its door and he walks inside. Marking the 10th floor, he's almost buzzing with excitement, his tail is wiggling behind him in a happy manner. The elevator chimes and announces it arrived at its destination opening its doors. The leopard exists and runs for his apartment, in front of the door he opens it Finally. "I'm home"

Chapter 5

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kittyscupcakeandbunny · 11 months

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CRAZY OVER YOU x MIN YOONGI

[HYBRID AU]

Taser

Side Characters: Namjoon/doctor, Seonjin/doctor, Taehyung/Hybrid Tiger.

Warnings: Smut, mentions of blood, sharp objects, rut, beast behavior.

Genre: Fantasy, hybrids au, smut.

SUMMARY》 Yoongi is a black mamba hybrid one of rarest species of hybrids, who’s about to be put down due to his lack of interest in living. But everything changes after the new medical assistance (y/n) takes a liking to him. Meeting after meeting he realise his feelings for her are not the only thing growing.

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Black mambas have a distinct mating ritual they say the males will fight for the right to mate with a female. These fights will occur in the form of wrestling and the snakes will try to capture the females attention so that they will choose them to mate. When a suitable female mate has been found, the male will inspect the female with its sensitive tongue by flicking it across her body. After the two snakes are finished mating, the male and female no longer interact.

That’s what they say in the books.

The difference when it comes to a Hybrid is they are not fully animal but from some reason, their instincts are higher then those of an animal. It’s not called mating when it comes to Hybrids anymore, it’s called heat or rut, because it’s exactly how it is.

Yoongi was the first snake Hybrid I’ve meet. He could pass as a human if it wasn’t for the scales on his neck, he wasn’t covered in them but had a few on his skin.

Some called him the Jewl of the laboratory, some called him asshole.

Notes: heyy! ☺️ I decided to change this one a bit, before some of you must have read it that Yoongi was going to be a Black Panther hybrid but, the things g is all the works I read so far he would u unusually be a panther, a cat hybrid or a dog. I wanted to change that and bring a new perspective of him as a hybrid. I did my research 🧐 and found some interesting facts about snakes so I’ll incorporate that into his hybrid side and I thinkyou guys will like what I have in store with this one 😏💖.

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pan-de-seungcheol · 2 days

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📖Pan's Library📖

hello! this is where i keep all of the works ive enjoyed and reread. i recommend all of these authors and blogs as theyre some of my personal favorites. i encourage you to follow these blogs and keep up with their works, cause trust and believe im in their notifs 24/7

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📃Choi Seungcheol🖋️

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📃Kim Mingyu🖋️

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📃Xu Minghao🖋️

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📃Kim Namjoon🖋️

°run little red: @deepdarkdelights (A)

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📃Kim Taehyung🖋️

°pygmalion: @deepdarkdelights (A)

📃Jeon Jungkook🖋️

°predator: @deepdarkdelights (A)

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Not quite the same – Part 6

Pairing: Wolf Hybrid!Jungkook x Dog Hybrid!Reader

Summary: You had always thought that your home with your family was the final stop. After your owners abandon you and a storm drives you into the nearby forest, you think things can’t get any worse. At least until you run right into the arms of a pack of wolves.

Genre: Hybrid AU; angst, smut, fluff

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Making out, grinding, dirty talk, Y/N having a little bit too much fantasy (in more than one way); also the ANGST is starting

Word Count: 7.9K

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A/N: Hello, hello!!! I didn’t plan on going on hiatus for as long as I did, but the healing process of the surgery turned out to be a little bit more difficult than expected. I’m all right now, so please don’t worry! Thank you for your sweet messages though, they really helped me through some not so great days! I’m also really excited about writing again, as this story finally takes up a little bit more speed. As always, please read the warning, it’s getting intense now. I hope you’re all doing well and are just excited about this chapter as I am! Sending my love to everyone xx

Stepping outside onto the terrace for the first time in ten days, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Fresh air filled your lungs and a weight seemed to lift from your shoulders. Even though you were used to being locked up, you would probably never get used to it. None of the others had explicitly told you to stay in Taehyung’s room, but you hadn’t been in the mood to go out or talk to the others for the past few days. The short conversations with Seokjin and Namjoon, who had taken turns to bring you food had been enough social contact for you.

Now, however, you couldn’t stop grinning when you saw Jimin and Taehyung digging up the soil of the flower beds with shovels and spades. You had spent the last few days watching the others working in the garden from Taehyung’s window after hearing voices and laughter outside. The image of Jungkook came into your head; shirtless, kneeling and concentrating on his work digging up the earth, sweaty skin illuminated by the sun.

You swallowed.

“Y/N!” Taehyung shouted as he caught sight of you and waved effusively.

This snapped you out of your thoughts and with a laugh on your lips, you headed towards them. Jimin stood up as well.

“How are you feeling?” he asked when you stopped beside them.

“Better,” you replied. The night before your heat ended, but had taken the precaution of waiting until morning to get enough rest. The suppressants that Namjoon had gotten you from Marten had drained your body. The first night you had thrown up and you had had to convince Seokjin to keep taking them.

But it had been worth it to you, because you had been dying to see the others again.

“You must be here because you want to help us with the gardening, right?” Taehyung grinned and nudged you with his shoulder. “Jungkookie actually promised us too. I don’t know where he is.” He looked toward the house with his eyebrows drawn together.

You followed his gaze and new joy rose in you as you thought of the other hybrid. “Why are you even awake already, Taehyung?”

Jimin snorted at your comment and you didn’t miss the evil look Taehyung gave him.

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” Taehyung pouted and picked up the shovel from the ground to continue digging. This time with a little more force than necessary.

“Not that easy when you have to share the room, huh?” Jimin looked at the other with a grin.

“I’ll let Seokjin know that you can move back into your room, Taehyung.” You felt bad that Taehyung couldn’t sleep well because you were occupying his room.

However, to your surprise, he looked at you and shrugged his shoulders. “It’s okay, you needed the room more than me.” He gave Jimin a quick sideways glance. “Even though Jiminie’s a real pain in the ass. I didn’t know anyone could toss and turn so much in their sleep.”

Jimin pouted. “You should be thankful, you could have slept on the sofa and you know how early Seokjin-Hyung always gets up.”

Taehyung paused. Then he nodded in agreement. “I guess you’re right about that. But we’ll have to solve the room arrangement in the future.”

Heat rose in your cheeks and you looked intently at the tips of your shoes, which were digging into the loose earth. Jungkook’s comment came back to your mind that you could share a room. Deep in thought of the upcoming conversation with him, you didn’t notice how your tail had begun to sway from side to side. The movement was amplified when you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Sorry, sorry! Seokjin put me on kitchen duty, but I’m here now–”

You turned around and the smile was on your lips before your eyes even met. Jungkook had sprinted down the steps of the patio and then stopped in place when he caught sight of you.

“Hey.” His voice sounded deeper than you remembered. His still-damp hair stuck to his forehead, and with an absent movement he brushed it back.

“Hi,” you said, quieter than he did and strangely out of breath. Not even two seconds later you had thrown yourself into his arms, which wrapped tightly around your body at the same moment. You inhaled deeply. Under the soap and detergent of his clothes you could clearly make out his scent and you pressed your nose even harder against his chest. Then you felt his nose in your hair.

“I missed you,” he murmured very close to your ear, which twitched slightly and you thought you felt him press a kiss to the place where your ear disappeared in your hair.

You hummed contentedly and pressed yourself a little tighter against him.

You almost forgot about the other two standing just a few feet away from you. Until Jimin eventually cleared his throat, causing you and Jungkook to flinch. You detached yourselves from each other, if you could call it that. Jungkook still had his arm around your shoulders and had you pressed against his side while his focus was on the other hybrid.

Jimin scowled at Jungkook. “You’re late, you promised to help us.”

“That’s what I was trying to explain,” Jungkook said, rolling his eyes with a smile on his lips. “Seokjin made me do the dishes and I had to do that first because someone didn’t do them last night.” He gave Taehyung a meaningful look. The latter, however, was exceptionally focused on his task of pulling weeds and seemed oblivious to the conversation.

“All right,” Jimin said, lowering his folded arms. “You’ll get away with it this time. Will you two get some tools from the shed?”

“Will do!”

With that, Jungkook had grabbed your hand and was pulling you toward the shed, which was almost at the edge of the clearing. The closer you got to it, the more clearly you saw that the others must have been repairing the roof. Boards of different shades of wood were in place like a patchwork quilt, holding up to the rain and storms. The door squeaked as Jungkook opened it and the only light that fell into the otherwise dark shed came through the small window across from the door. It smelled slightly musty in here, possibly a bit like mold, but mostly like earth and grass.

“Do you need gloves?” asked Jungkook, who was already digging in a box while you were still looking around. You wondered if the others had all the equipment from Marten. “Hmm, can you try these on?”

He held out a pair of gloves to you and as you slipped into them and they slid over your fingers far too easily, Jungkook laughed.

“Okay, these might be a little too big.” He grabbed the fingertips that weren’t even close to being filled by your fingers and pulled the gloves back off your hands. “We don’t have any other size, unfortunately. Jimin grabbed the smallest ones.”

“That’s okay,” you said. Your eyes fell on a small shovel and a box of a wide variety of seeds. “I can help plant them. And I have no problem touching the soil.”

There was silence between you as you took various little bags out of the box and looked at them. You were so engrossed in reading the various inscriptions – tomatoes, lettuce, cucumber, strawberries – that you didn’t notice Jungkook’s gaze on you.

It wasn’t until he mumbled your name, that you looked up. “I’m sorry I left you alone like that with your heat.” He looked from you down to his feet. “And didn’t even visit you. Jin-Hyung told me not to.”

You lowered the box to the floor, straightened up, and took a few steps towards Jungkook. “You don’t need to apologize for that.” The situation just before you had last seen Jungkook had shown all too clearly that Seokjin’s decision had probably been the right one.

Jungkook shook his head and emitted a frustrated grunt before his gaze found yours again. “It still wasn’t fair. I wouldn’t have done anything! Especially nothing you wouldn’t want me to.”

You had to smile. “I think that’s what Seokjin’s concern was, though. That we’d both do something rash because we both wanted to.”

The corners of Jungkook’s mouth twitched up slightly as well, but the crease of frustration between his eyebrows hadn’t quite disappeared yet. You took one last step towards him, so that the tips of your feet almost touched his, and brushed your thumb over it. You watched the skin under your finger relax.

Jungkook grabbed your wrist and turned it so that the inside was facing him. Your eyes met as the tip of his nose touched your wrist and only left each other when he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“I think I’ve told you this before,” he murmured, running the tip of his nose along the veins on your wrist, “but you smell amazing.”

A smile spread across your lips. “You can tell me as much as you want.” You raised your free hand and watched as your fingertips slid through his hair. When your fingernails lightly scratched his scalp, a satisfied rumble filled the shed. He pressed his nose even closer to your skin for a moment before finally disengaging from your wrist and letting it sink back to your side.

You heard his heartbeat beating fast and strong and one of your own rushing in your ears. Before you knew it, you had moved closer until his forehead finally touched yours. A hand clutched your hip and pulled you against him until your breasts touched his torso. The air escaped you as your torsos met.

“Do you have anything planned for tomorrow?”

A short laugh escaped you and you shook your head. “Not yet.”

“Then you’ve got plans now. I’ll show you my favorite place here in the woods.”

“Is this a date?” You leaned back a little to look at Jungkook. His eyes reflected the grin he wore on his lips. Then he nodded.

But before you could say anything, the door of the shed was pulled open. The light blinded you for a moment before you realized that Jimin was standing in the doorway.

He had his hands on his hips and was glaring at the two of you. “I know you can’t keep your hands off each other,” he began, and you felt heat rise to your cheeks for the second time today. “But leaving Taehyung and me alone to do the gardening isn’t nice. We’re counting on you guys.”

“We didn’t do anything,” you affirmed, but Jimin only raised his eyebrows. Suddenly you were aware of how close you and Jungkook were as you felt his chest against your cheek.

“Oh yeah, sure, of course not,” Jimin said as he was already turning around and heading back to Taehyung.

For a moment, you and Jungkook stood there silently, both of your eyes fixed on the still-open door of the shed, before Jungkook began to laugh softly.

Immediately, your head snapped up to him. “Stop laughing.” You wanted to hit his chest, but he grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers together.

Small wrinkles were still visible even when Jungkook had already stopped laughing. With a smile, he looked into your eyes.

Then he detached himself from you and bent down to the watering can he had already taken from the shelf and gave you the small shovel with which you could easily dig the holes for the seeds. Jungkook tucked the box of seeds under his arm.

“Let’s go,” Jungkook said euphorically, “before Jimin gets even more obnoxious,” he added quietly so the other hybrid couldn’t hear him. You still had to laugh.

Taehyung showed you how deep you had to dig the holes and that you shouldn’t pour the soil over them too tightly so that the seeds would easily find their way to the surface. Jungkook helped you by watering the freshly planted seeds with a little water. You worked your way through the morning like this until the sun beat down on your heads.

“Oh! Look,” you suddenly called out, crouching down. “An earthworm.” You leaned forward until the tip of your nose almost touched the damp earth. The earthworm wriggled from one direction to the other. Shadows appeared beside you, covering the earthworm.

“He probably got lost and thought it was raining,” Jimin explained.

“You’ve never seen an earthworm before, Y/N?” Taehyung asked, without sounding accusing.

“Only from books that my owners gave me,” you replied, watching intently as the earthworm dug its way back into the ground. “And I think I saw one in the street once when it was raining. But I was pulled away before I could get a closer look.”

There was silence for a moment, during which the four of you watched the worm disappear completely into the earth.

“Geez,” Taehyung said, “your owners were jerks.”

“Taehyung,” Jimin said, shoving him against the shoulder so that he fell backwards onto his butt.

“What? It’s true.”

“Still, you don’t have to blurt it out like that.” Jimin continued to argue with Taehyung, but you kept your eyes on Jungkook, who had crouched down next to you.

“Did you know that earthworms come out of the ground when it rains because the tunnels they have dug are flooded?” You shook your head and Jungkook ran his fingers through the soil to loosen it up. “There are some birds that stomp on the ground, imitating rain. Then the earthworms think it’s raining and leave their shelter in the earth.”

You gasped. “Oh no, the poor earthworms.” You looked sadly at the small pile of soil the earthworm had left behind as it burrowed back into the earth.

Jungkook laughed softly when he heard your tone. “You’re cute.” He leaned to the side and pressed a kiss to your cheek so quickly that he was up before you even realized what had happened.

When Seokjin stepped out onto the terrace and called you to lunch, you could still feel his lips on your skin.

. . .

A thought solidified throughout the day and didn’t let you rest during dinner. When the conversation turned to the next grocery shopping trip and Namjoon and Seokjin began planning who would drive to town next, you plucked up your courage. Although you had never learned how to handle money, you knew that the money your former owners had given you would not last forever.

You followed the conversations that were thrown back and forth like balls between the others and waited for the right moment. Several times you started to speak, only for one of the others to beat you to it and close your mouth again. You wondered if perhaps you should discuss the issue privately with Namjoon.

Jungkook sensed your nervousness and squeezed your thigh. Once briefly and very fleetingly, but still you felt your jaw relax as you stopped pressing them together.

“What’s wrong?” asked Jungkook as you let out a frustrated breath. Jungkook’s question, even though it was asked quietly, drew the attention to the others, so that a second later, five pairs of eyes were on you. The conversations had fallen silent.

Out of reflex, you ducked your head and flattened your ears, unsettled by so much sudden attention. You sought Namjoon’s gaze. “I heard you and Seokjin talking, and I know you’re worried about money.”

Astonishment flitted across his face, but was gone as quickly as it had come. “You don’t have to worry about that.”

“I do, though,” you objected. “The next few months will be a little easier because we’ll have plenty of food to plant and lots of animals in the forest. But what will we do when it gets colder? How did you guys survive the last few winters?” Jimin and Taehyung avoided your gaze, while Seokjin looked thoughtfully at Namjoon.

He, in turn, straightened up so that he was sitting bolt upright in his chair and looked a few more inches taller. “We’ll get by. We have been for the last few years.”

You snorted. “And how? By a hair’s breadth and just barely?” For a moment you paused. “You let me live here without expecting anything from me. But with me, you have the possibility that we can afford more.”

“That’s out of the question,” Namjoon interrupted you.

“I have a work permit–”

“And what if they check with your owners?”

“Then I’ll put your phone number in the contact information.”

“That’ll never work.”

“Why are you resisting this so much, Namjoon? I’m trying to help you, why don’t you want my help?”

Namjoon had fallen silent and looked at you blankly. A thought formed; like a parasite, it bore into your mind.

When you spoke, your voice was very quiet. “Is it because you don’t want to depend on me? Is it because you hope I’ll leave in the next few days?”

Namjoon’s eyebrows furrowed as if he didn’t expect that statement. “Why, do you want to leave?” he asked.

Jungkook beat you to the punch with his answer. “What kind of stupid question is that?” He had straightened up in his chair next to you and leaned forward, resting his palms on the table. “I thought we settled that matter? You promised me we’d include her in the pack!”

Your heart sank when you heard that. There was nothing you would have liked more than to finally be accepted. To finally arrive. Slowly you lowered your eyes and stared at your entwined hands. Your eyes burned as thoughts popped into your head. Namjoon had just been gracious enough not to kick you out in your heat. But it had never been in his interest to include you in the pack. Him no longer assuming you belonged to RCH and trusting you enough to take you into the family were two very different things.

“She could work for Marten,” Taehyung suggested. Some warmth spread through you when you heard that he also stood up for you.

“True, he wouldn’t ask about her owners either,” Jimin agreed. Still keeping your gaze on your hands, the smile he gave you escaped you.

The loud and sudden slam of a flat hand on the wooden table made you wince. Dishes clanged for a brief moment before silence fell.

When Namjoon spoke, his voice was controlled. But you heard the effort behind it as he spoke the next words slowly and clearly. “If I say no once, that must be enough for you as an answer. If I say that Y/N will not work – whether for Marten or for someone else – then you must accept that.” He paused for a moment. “Do you understand?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the others nod. You, on the other hand, remained sitting motionless. Even though you knew they had no choice but to agree, you felt betrayed.

“But what is–”

“I know what you want to say, Jungkook,” Namjoon interrupted him. “And you should know that I don’t like having words put in my mouth.” You felt Namjoon’s gaze on you, but didn’t dare look up. “I’ll ask you again, Y/N. Do you want to stay with us?”

Silently, but without hesitation, you nodded.

“Good,” he said. You didn’t know what was good about the fact that you wanted to stay with them but Namjoon objected. You were all the more surprised when Namjoon spoke the next words. “Then we’ve settled that. I never said I wanted to get rid of you, Y/N.” His voice, which now sounded far softer than before, finally made you look up. “All I said was that I didn’t want you to work. It has nothing to do with you, it has to do with other factors.”

“What factors?” you mumbled.

Namjoon sighed. It was the first time you had heard that sound come out of his mouth, and if you didn’t know better, he almost sounded frustrated.

“I can’t say much about that yet if I’m not sure myself.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” asked Jungkook. The irritation hadn’t completely disappeared from his voice, yet he sounded far more relaxed than he had just a few moments before.

“Namjoon,” Seokjin interjected, “we’re a family. You should tell the others.”

Namjoon closed his eyes for a moment and you saw his chest rise and fall significantly as he took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes, your eyes met.

“It’s not Y/N I don’t trust. It’s Marten.”

“Marten?” came from several mouths at once.

“Namjoon thinks that Marten is acting strangely,” Jin clarified.

Namjoon turned to the side and looked at him. “When I walked into his office, I felt like I caught him in something. Like I interrupted him doing something. He was all agitated,” he explained, gesturing wildly with his hands. “He put a note in his jeans pocket that he didn’t want me to see. I’m sure he’s hiding something.”

“Namjoon…” Seokjin put a hand on his upper arm. “This doesn’t have to have anything to do with us. We’re not his only customers, so who knows what kind of shady people he’s dealing with.”

But Namjoon shook his head. “My hunch has never been wrong before. Not with that asshole four years ago, and not now.”

“But you were wrong about Y/N.” Jungkook had grabbed your hand and was sitting upright beside you.

“That’s right.” Namjoon nodded and turned his gaze back to you, “And I apologized for that.”

“It’s okay,” you said softly, and Jungkook squeezed your hand.

“Does that mean we won’t go to Marten anymore when we need help?” asked Taehyung.

“I’d prefer if we try to manage without him for the next few weeks,” Namjoon confirmed. “Just to be on the safe side.”

. . .

You sat on your bed, your legs pulled up against you, looking out the window into the cloudless night. The sky was speckled with tiny white dots and you wondered how far away the myriad stars were from you. Whether someone was staring out the window at the same time as you, on a completely different planet far away, asking themselves the same questions as you.

The door to the room opened and you quickly wiped your face with the back of your hand.

“I brought my bedding–” Jungkook fell silent. Then footsteps quickly approached. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jungkook lower himself onto the bed, but you dodged his gaze that was on you.

“Hey, what happened? Is this because of what Namjoon said?”

You shook your head and tears flew from your cheeks onto the bedspread, staining the light blue material dark. Sniffling, you looked up. Jungkook’s ears were folded back and his lips pressed into a straight line.

“It’s fine,” you placated him, “I just get sad sometimes when I think about my owners. I think it’s just all a bit much for me right now.”

“I understand that!” Jungkook said, moving a little closer so he could clasp your hands with his. “Well, not the part about the owners, my owners were shit. But I know what it’s like to lose a family.”

You released one hand from Jungkook’s grip and wiped your face with another sniffle. “What happened back then? I only know the part about how you and Jimin joined Namjoon and Jin. What was your life like before that?”

Jungkook expelled a long breath and played with your fingers as he thought. The silence stretched for several seconds. “Different,” he finally said. “Definitely lonelier than now.”

You frowned when you heard that.

“I don’t know exactly how many hybrids we were, maybe around a hundred? A hundred and fifty?”

“A hundred and fifty?!” You had never seen so many hybrids in one place, not even at the shelter. There you had been divided up, by breed, age and sex.

Jungkook just smiled at your exclamation. “I know, it’s hard to imagine. And it wasn’t always easy… actually, it never was. As far back as I can remember, there was always fighting between different packs. Everyone wanted to be first on the food chain, because whoever was at the top had the best chance of survival.”

“That sounds terrible.” You clasped Jungkook’s hands tighter.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Looking back, it was, but I didn’t know any different. And I was never alone, so that was quite nice. I still was really lonely though. I only got to know what a family was when I met Jimin.”

“Was that the time of the Jungkook who would never have watched romance movies?”

Jungkook stared at you for a moment before a laugh fell from his lips. “Of course you haven’t forgotten Jimin’s comment.” He shook his head, his expression getting a bit more serious. “I’ll be honest with you, Y/N. I wasn’t always the sweet, reserved hybrid you see sitting here in front of you. I was really rebellious, even when I joined Namjoon-hyung and Jin-hyung.”

“A rebel?” Now you had to laugh, because you couldn’t imagine how the dark-haired wolf in front of you, with his gentle smile and soft hands, could have been so different.

“I was unbearable,” Jungkook nodded. “I thought that only loud, tough-minded hybrids made it up the food chain. And that’s how it was back then. The louder, the more popular you were with those who sat at the top.”

“Where were your owners in all of this? Did they just leave you to your own devices?”

“Not necessarily,” Jungkook replied. He avoided your gaze, but you followed his eyes with your head, making him look at you. “My first owners didn’t care about me so I eventually ran away. I got picked up pretty quickly by an organization, that’s where I met Jimin. When we were old enough, they took us to fights.”

Your heart stopped for a brief moment. One word and immediately your heart began to race. How many times had you read about it in the newspapers, seen it on the news, before your owners had been able to switch away? The secret arenas that made millions of dollars selling tickets to people who spent their free time watching living beings hurt each other. The countless hybrids who didn’t come back alive from those same fights.

When you spoke your voice was very quiet. “Did you have to participate in one, too?” You didn’t even want to say the word.

“One time they made me fight. That’s why I have this scar,” he pointed to his cheekbone, where a small indentation in the skin was visible. Gently, you touched it.

“Do you have any more scars?”

Jungkook shrugged as if you were talking about trifles and not a traumatizing experience. “A few, I might show them to you sometime. They’re hidden though.” He said the last sentence with a grin and before you knew it, he had planted a kiss on your forehead. “Now enough of all the negativity. I was actually trying to cheer you up, not worry you more.”

“You don’t worry me, Jungkook,” you said, “I care about you and I want to know what happened in your life before me. At least the part you want to share with me.”

Jungkook clicked his tongue and tilted his head. “That might take a while if you want me to tell my whole life story.”

You laughed and leaned forward. Jungkook caught you and wrapped you in his arms. His fingers slid through your hair and as his fingertips began to tickle the base of your ears, you let out a sigh.

“I’m looking forward to tomorrow.”

“Me too,” Jungkook murmured, resting his head on yours. “I think you’ll really like this place. I know some pretty good spots.”

You had to chuckle. “You know some spots, huh?” You leaned back and looked at him with raised eyebrows. “Is that where you take all your dates?”

“Uh-huh.” Jungkook’s attention was no longer on your eyes, but had slid down a few inches. “All the hundreds that roam the forest here every day. Haven’t you noticed that yet?”

“Must have missed it,” you returned, subconsciously licking your lips as you noticed what Jungkook was staring at. His grip on your body tightened as his gaze followed your tongue and the wet sheen it left behind.

“Fuck, you’re driving me crazy, do you know that?”

“Maybe,” you said with a grin. “Maybe I do.”

Jungkook’s eyes met yours, and only now did you see how dilated his pupils were. Almost black, they stared at you before Jungkook blinked several times and the dark brown reappeared.

“Tomorrow,” he said, squeezing your sides. “Tomorrow.” And that sounded like a promise you could hardly wait for.

. . .

Jungkook swung your clasped hands back and forth as you followed the narrow path of trampled grass through the thicket of the forest. You studied him from the side; the way his eyes roamed over the trees and bushes, his ears turned in different directions, and he took in every sound in your surroundings as he led you both through the forest. There was not a trace of uncertainty or doubt on his face, and you found it remarkable that he knew his way around so well. Even though you knew that he and the others had lived here for a few years, you still admired him for his knowledge of how to get around.

You decided to ask him if one day he would teach you to rely more on your senses. All the years before, you had had to suppress your instincts so that they eventually withered away. But that was no longer necessary and you wanted to strengthen them again.

A twig cracked and you turned your head. Your hand wrapped a little tighter around Jungkook’s.

“Just a rabbit,” Jungkook reassured you, squeezing your hand.

You, too, now saw the small gray tuft of fur scurry past across the path behind you. Consciously, you focused on the scent it left behind and how it mingled with that of the damp earth, wood and leaves.

You turned back to the front and met Jungkook’s gaze. “I’m a little jumpy, sorry.”

“It’s all right, you don’t need to apologize for that. The sound of the forest can be scary at first.” He smiled. As you looked down at him, your eyes fell on the woven basket dangling from his other arm. The faint scent of freshly cut fruit, sandwiches and steaming tea had you humming softly as you continued to follow Jungkook.

You finally came to a stop in front of a tree about half an hour’s walk from home. All around you, you saw only tree trunks, grasses, and bushes, and you wondered why Jungkook had chosen this particular spot for your picnic.

For your first date together.

Jungkook spread the checkered blanket on the ground and settled down on it, grinning. Then he patted the spot next to him and quickly you dropped down next to him. Laughing, Jungkook caught you. His hands stroked up and down your arms a few times before he turned and pulled the picnic basket towards you.

“Seokjin-hyung baked fresh bread especially for us,” Jungkook said, placing different varieties of sandwiches on the blanket in front of you.

“Oh, that’s what smelled so good earlier.”

Seokjin had blocked your view with his body when you had gotten up and came down to the kitchen. That’s why you hadn’t been able to see what he had prepared for you and Jungkook. You were even more surprised when Jungkook didn’t stop taking things out of the basket.

Fresh fruit, vegetables from the garden, a few pieces of cake, the sandwiches… even a bottle with a cloudy juice Jungkook placed in front of you.

“Apple juice from the apple harvest this year,” Jungkook explained when he saw your questioning look.

You turned the bottle around and stroked the self-written label on it, which revealed in neatly written letters what was inside. “Where did you learn all this? To take care of yourselves I mean.”

Jungkook leaned forward to look into the basket, but then put it away when he realized he had unpacked everything. “Seokjin and Namjoon had no choice but to teach themselves everything. We all acquired things so we could survive. And if I’m honest,” Jungkook said, “it’s not that hard. Gardening is even fun, and there’s something soothing about watching the plants sprout and flourish.”

“I had fun yesterday, too,” you agreed, “even though I don’t know anything about it and you had to help me a lot.”

“Oh nonsense! You were a natural.”

Laughing, you bit into one of the sandwiches, knowing that Jungkook was just being nice to you. You still had a lot to learn, but as you listened inside of you, you found a deep peace within yourself. Because you knew that you would still have all the time in the world – as part of the pack and at Jungkook’s side.

You had just stuffed the last bite of the cake into your mouth when Jungkook suddenly took you by the hand. “Come with me,” he said, and led you to the tree trunk that had blended inconspicuously into the rows of other trees just a few minutes before. Now, as you looked up the tree from close by, you could spot a platform at the top.

Excitedly, you began to wag your tail. “Is that what I think it is?” With wide eyes, you looked at Jungkook, who laughed at your reaction.

“If you think it’s a tree house, then yes.”

“Oh my god,” you gasped breathlessly, touching the bark of the tree with one hand as your gaze roamed over the branches. So many times you had tried to persuade your former owners to build a tree house in the big tree in the backyard. But after they had told you several times that this would be too dangerous for a hybrid like you, you had eventually given up.

“Come on, what are we waiting for?” Jungkook wrapped his hands around a thick branch, then his feet followed before he maneuvered himself onto the branch with the swing of one leg. You could only stand and stare. “Let me help you,” he said as he saw your helpless look. Then he held out a hand to you, which you grasped hesitantly. “Support yourself on the branch with your other hand, and I’ll pull you up.”

His grip on your hand was firm, and as you gripped the tree trunk with your other hand, you felt weightless for a moment. Then Jungkook reached under your arms and helped you up. Your legs trembled a little as you looked down where you had been standing moments before.

A finger slid under your chin and lifted your gaze. “Don’t look down, you’ll get dizzy.”

“And then how do we get back down?”

Jungkook made a sad face. “You don’t want to go back down already without seeing the view, do you?”

You tilted your head – the platform didn’t seem so far away anymore. Looking at Jungkook, you nodded, “Okay, but only if you help me.”

“Sure thing.” He squatted down, then looked up at you. “Ready?”

You nodded.

He grabbed your hips and lifted you up so you could grab the branch above you and pull yourself up with a little effort. When Jungkook was sure you had a firm footing, he followed. Like this you made your way up the next few meters until you finally arrived at the top of the tree and you no longer had branches but wooden planks under your feet.

You took a shaky breath and leaned exhausted against the tree trunk, which grew through a hole in the floor of the platform. Only when your arms were no longer shaking with exertion did you look around. The tree house was much more of a viewing platform. A small hole next to the tree trunk was the only entrance, enclosing the platform all around was a waist-high wooden railing, so you couldn’t fall off.

“Who built this?” you asked, taking a few steps forward so that you were standing at the railing. Any more words stuck in your throat when you saw the view.

“Seokjin, Jimin and I,” Jungkook explained, stepping up beside you, “do you like it?”

Mouth agape, you let your gaze wander over the treetops you could see over. You could even make out the road in the distance that led to the town you had come from. The sunset bathed the green of the leaves in an orange glow and made you perceive the forest as something completely different. No longer was it eerie and gloomy, something you needed to be protected from. But something that felt familiar. Warm. Almost like home.

You had to swallow and cleared your throat to relieve the lump in your throat. “It’s beautiful,” you croaked out. A tear ran down your cheek as you looked at Jungkook, who was already returning your gaze. He quickly wiped the tear away with his thumb.

“I could say something really corny right now.”

You turned to face him and immediately one hand settled on your hip while the other stroked from your cheek backwards, eventually burying itself in your hair.

“What?” you asked when he gave no further answer. Your gaze fell to his lips before quickly darting back up.

“I could say right now,” he began and had to clear his throat as well. For a different reason, though. “That the view isn’t as beautiful as you.”

You grimaced, pretending to be disgusted. “So that’s what kind of guy you are.”

Jungkook pulled you closer with a slight tug. “That’s the kind of guy I am,” he murmured, his gaze fixed on your lips. “Do you want to kiss me anyway?” He was so close to you by now that you could feel his breath on your face.

“Hmm,” you said, pretending to think even though your heart was pounding up to your throat. “After that sentence, I’m not so sure.”

“At least then I won’t be able to do any more of those.” His voice was low and with each syllable you could feel the touch of his lips against yours.

“Deal.” You bridged the last millimeter until your lips were on his. Immediately he pressed himself tighter against you, so that no sheet of paper could fit between your bodies. His fingertips scraped lightly over your scalp and you sighed into the kiss. A grumble emerged from Jungkook’s chest; deep, but not at all threatening. On the contrary, you felt yourself fall into his arms and relax completely.

Your lips moved together, his tongue exploring your mouth, fighting with yours for a moment before pulling back and dragging your lower lip with his teeth.

Your much-too-fast breath hit Jungkook’s chin as you looked down, laughing, at your intertwined bodies. You couldn’t wait until you saw them without clothes, feeling his skin on yours. As you ran your fingers along his pecs, he shuddered. You could feel the abs under his t-shirt and paused for a moment as your fingers reached the waistband of his jeans. They played with the buckle of his belt until Jungkook’s hand gently tightened around your wrist.

“Soon,” he promised. Then he pressed a kiss to your cheek, your temple, your forehead. Every little bit of skin on your face he explored with his lips until he reached your mouth again. His hand stroked your back; giving you the hold you needed as Jungkook intensified the kiss. His satisfied grunt sent electric shocks down the center of your body and as if on its own, you pushed your hip against his.

You sucked in air as you felt him hard between your legs, but it wasn’t enough. Jungkook seemed to feel the same way. For a brief moment, his promise was forgotten as he let his hand wander down, gripping your butt so tightly that you gasped again, pressing your pelvis tightly against his.

“Jungkook,” you groaned out.

The tip of his nose tickled your temple before he murmured in your ear. “You make me completely forget myself. I’d love to take you right up here. Bend you over the railing and fuck you from behind.” He moved his hips back and then thrust forward again. You were clawing at his t-shirt by now, afraid to fall over. “But I don’t think the railing can take it.” He bit your earlobe before leaning back and your eyes met. You could see yourself reflected in his dilated pupils, see his gaze bounce back and forth between your eyes.

A breeze passed over the treetops and hit your bare arms, making you shiver. Jungkook wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into an embrace. His body heat helped a little, but still you couldn’t suppress the chattering of your teeth against each other.

“We should get back,” Jungkook said, sighing. When he let go of you, you shook your head and wrapped your arms tighter around the middle of his body. “Baby…” Gently, he stroked your hair. “You’re cold, and we still have quite a walk ahead of us.”

“I don’t want to go yet,” you murmured into his chest. “I don’t want this day to end.”

He gave you one tight squeeze. “You do realize this isn’t our last date, right? We can come back here tomorrow. Or I can show you more parts of the forest. Or we can cook something together. I have countless other ideas.”

For a moment longer, you enjoyed his warmth and his body against yours before lowering your arms. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Jungkook looked at you through narrowed eyes. “Well, that doesn’t sound very enthusiastic. I’m disappointed.”

You laughed and wrapped your arms around yourself. It was cooling off fast, and you wished you’d brought a sweater. “I’m just jittery about the descent, that’s all.”

“Ah,” Jungkook said, “I see. That’s why you want to stay up here. And I was beginning to think it had something to do with me.”

“Idiot,” you said quietly, walking toward the hole in the ground.

“Hey!” he yelled out and ran after you. “You better be nice to me or I won’t help you down.”

Wide-eyed, you looked at him. “You’d really just leave me up here?”

He paused before laughing, shaking his head and lowering himself down the entrance. “When you look at me like that, no way.”

The last thing you saw was his arms stretching upward through the hole, waiting for you.

. . .

The descent was faster than the ascent, probably because gravity came to your aid, so only a few minutes later you had packed the picnic basket, rolled up the blanket, and were walking hand in hand back the way you had come a few hours before. You thought you recognized a few distinctive places even in the twilight and were proud of yourself.

The hoot of an owl and the soft chirping of bats accompanied you and the last rays of sunlight lit your way. When these had faded away, Jungkook went ahead and led you. He warned you of every stone, every branch or bump in the ground, so that you did not even stumble once. For a short time you even closed your eyes and let yourself be led blindly by him, until you suddenly ran against his back with the tip of your nose. Because he had done something that you had not expected.

He had stopped.

Quickly you opened your eyes. “What’s going on? Why have we stopped? Are you lost?” you quipped. But when Jungkook didn’t answer, you noticed how tense he was in front of you. You walked around him so that you were standing next to him. “What’s wrong?” you asked again, this time panic mixed into your tone.

Jungkook put his index finger to his lips and closed his eyes. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see his ears perk up and turn forward. You also tried to listen, but you couldn’t hear anything except for the animals and the rustling of the leaves. You could hear a whooshing sound, perhaps a nearby stream, but maybe it was just your heartbeat pumping blood through your ears.

“Jungkook, you’re scaring me,” you whispered. You were afraid to speak out loud.

He opened his eyes, his gaze directed into the distance among the trees. Towards the cabin, you believed.

Briefly, his eyes darted to you, “I’m not sure.” When he tried to disengage his hand from yours, you protested. Then he grabbed you by the upper arms, his expression serious. “It’s probably nothing, but I want you to stay here. I’ll go check and be back in ten minutes. I promise, okay?”

You were about to protest again when he pressed a kiss to your forehead and moved away from you. “Don’t leave me.”

He turned to you once more. “I’ll be right back.”

You watched as his dark silhouette grew smaller and smaller, blurring into the darkness of the forest sooner than you would have liked. A little longer you could listen to his footsteps, until they also disappeared. Then you began to count. Ten times to sixty. Until you had finally stretched all ten fingers from you and you still stood rooted to the spot where Jungkook had left you. Still no sound reached your ears, no Jungkook came running up to you with a grin to explain that everything was all right.

The cold had seeped into your limbs by now, but you were shivering for a different reason. Panic rose in you as you counted to sixty ten times again and nothing happened. Uncertainly, you looked back and forth between the path behind you, the path to the tree house, and the path in front of you.

Jungkook would never have left you alone in the forest at night. Especially not when he had promised you to be back immediately.

You pressed your lips together to suppress the sob. Your eyes fell on the picnic basket, carelessly set down on the ground. With stiff fingers from the cold, you opened the basket and rummaged around in the darkness until your fingers finally closed around the metal. The moonlight reflected off the sharp blade of the knife Jungkook had used as a bread knife.

You took a deep breath and tried to make out the spot where Jungkook had disappeared over twenty minutes earlier and started walking.

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bearr02 · 7 months

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Safe and sound |Chapter Eight|

Pairing: Hybrid!ot7 x f!reader

Chapter warnings: angsty

Summary: You have worked at a hybrid rehab and adoption center for years, enjoying being able to help people others only see as their animal side. You thought you might end up taking in one or two, what you didn’t expect however, was to take in 7.

Genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut, non-idol au, hybrid au, strangers to friends to lovers au

Word count: 1.1k

Member’s hybrid types: Namjoon: Bear, Yoongi: Bobcat, Hoseok: Ferret, Jin: Wolf, Jimin: Red panda, Jungkook: Bunny, Taehyung: Marble fox

A/n: I would just like to say sorry for the ending in advance.

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“Is he doing okay?” You ask Dr. Martin when he steps out of the room. “Not really, Y/n.” He mumbles with a sigh, rubbing his eyes tiredly. It’s already been maybe 5 hours, considering the man would not go down without a fight, no matter how many times you assured him, and would only calm down a little when you reminded him of what you’re required to do. “He’s gonna have to go to an actual hospital, his gash is just—” Dr. Martin sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “If you wanna come along, you can, just don’t leave your boys home alone too long, yeah?” Dr. Martin asks, smiling at you tiredly. You nod, “Yeah of course. Will you text or call me and tell me what hospital he’s at? I’m gonna run home to them really quick.” You say, following Dr. Martin through the building and to the lobby. “Yeah. Now go home to your boys.” Dr. Martin says with a genuine smile, waving at you.

—

“I’m home!” You call out, not bothering to take your shoes off as you walk further into your home. “You’re back!” Jungkook almost yells, crashing into you making you groan. “I take it you missed me?” You ask with a small laugh, wrapping your arms around him. Jungkook nods vigorously, wrapping his good arm around your waist and resting his head in your neck. “You’re back!” Hoseok says with a large smile, walking over to you and Jungkook, wrapping his arms around the two of you. “Yeah..” You say, removing an arm from Jungkook to wrap it around Hoseok, pulling him close.

“What do you guys want to eat?” You ask, combing your fingers through Jungkook’s hair. “I don’t mind.” Jungkook mumbles, dragging his cheek along your shoulder. “Hoseok?” You question, looking at him. “I’m good with whatever too, Y/n.” He says with a smile. You hum, patting Jungkook’s shoulder and Hoseok's back before trying to pull them off you. Jungkook huffs, pressing himself closer to you while Hoseok backs off slightly, pulling your hand with him and intertwining his with yours. “If you wanna eat you’re gonna have to let me go, bun.” You say with a small laugh, trying to pull him away again.

He whines but moves away anyway, a large pout on his lips as he stares at you. “Sorry.” You say with a smile, ruffling Jungkook’s hair making him whine. You move to the kitchen, pulling out the needed items before starting on dinner.

—

“Y/n? Why aren’t you eating?” Hoseok asks, looking at you with furrowed brows. “I uh..I have to go back out.” You mumble, giving the boys an apologetic smile when they pout. “I’m sorry, this hybrid came in today and he just isn’t in good shape and he has to go to a hospital so I wanted to tag along to make sure he’d be okay.” You say, pursing your lips. “It’s okay.” Hoseok mumbles, his smile not quite reaching his eyes, “Work is work and you can’t avoid it.” He says, looking back to his food.

“When will you be back?” Jungkook asks, looking at you over Hoseok's shoulder with a large pout and—since when did he master puppy dog eyes?? “I’m not sure, bun. I won’t stay out too long, though. Promise.” You say, smiling at Jungkook, reaching over Hoseok to ruffle his hair. Jungkook nods, looking back to his food. “I’ll be back before you guys know it.” You mumble, standing up and making your way to the door. “Oh, and if you can, could you please feed the kitty?” You call over your shoulder, hearing a ‘yes’ from Hoseok in return.

And with that, you leave to head to the hospital.

—

“Hi, I’m looking for room 336?” You mumble to the desk clerk, checking your messages to make sure you have the correct room. “Oh the hybrid.” You look up at her with a raised brow at her words to see her roll her eyes. “Yeah, you just go down the hall on the left, take a right at the second hall and there should be an elevator. Take it to the third floor, obviously, since it’s 336, then go down the right hall and you’ll turn right down the hall that has the numbers 324-344.” She says, waving you off before going back to her phone.

“Bitch.” You mumble under your breath, sliding your phone into your pocket before making your way down the hall on the left.

—

“Y/n!” Dr. Martin calls with a wave, Mr. Dubose standing beside him. “Hey.” You say with a smile, waving at the two of them. “How is he?” You ask, your smile now gone as you nervously nibble on your bottom lip. “They’re gonna stitch him up and check for any infections.” Dr. Martin says, slumping back in his chair. “We’re still waiting for them to come back and actually help him.” Dr. Martin mumbles, massaging his temple.

You sigh, sitting down on the chair beside him. “If they still haven’t taken him back by the time I leave, please let me know when they do.” You say, hearing a small conformational hum from Dr. Martin. “How are the boys?” Mr. Dubose asks, looking at you with a smile. “They’re happy. I’m happy, too. I know it’s only their first day at my house but I’m really happy that they’re there.” You say with a smile. “That’s good.” Mr. Dubose says with a nod, turning back to his phone. You should really get the boys phones.

You slump back in your chair, your eyes sliding shut as you wait for a doctor to come and take the man. Your eyes fly open when you hear a crash coming from the room in front of you. The hybrid’s room. You look at Mr. Dubose and Dr. Martin, both of their eyebrows furrowed in concern as they stare at the door. You jump up, pushing the door open to see what had happened.

You see the man on the floor, shuffling through the scattered items on the floor frantically. “Stay away!” He yells, looking back at you. “Are you okay?” You ask, taking a cautious step closer. His posture is rigid and he’s breathing harshly, glancing between you and the items in front of him. He pulls out a scalpel suddenly, pointing it at you. “Stay away!” He yells out again, plastering himself against a nearby wall. “Please just..put it down.” You plead, sticking your hands out in front of you.

“Please put the scalpel down.” Dr. Martin says from beside you. The man lurches forward a bit making you and Dr. Martin back up a few steps. “Let me go!” He yells, shakily standing up, still pointing the scalpel in your direction. God where are the fucking doctors? “Please..put it down.” You plead again, taking a hesitant step forward. “Just back off!” The man yells, launching at you. You crash to the floor, a gasp leaving you before everything goes black.

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gimmethatagustd · 7 days

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venor (epilogue) | 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: 5,502

○ Warnings: Heat sex, what the gworlies call self-lubrication aka slick, Taehyung’s got a big dick (in every universe imo), size difference, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, handjob, unprotected anal sex, scenting, marking, pet names

○ Notes: This is honestly just porn 🫣 If there are errors, no there aren't jshdfks I wrote this with scrambled eggs for brains. ANYWAY. THIS IS THE END OF AN ERA. I can't believe I wrote a 79k fic. Who tf am I??

○ Post Date: May 4, 2024

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○ What was Jai listening to? The series playlist

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"You're gonna be fine, dude. I swear, it's not as scary as everyone makes it out to be. When Suyun first—"

Taehyung's phone slips out of his hand and clatters onto the tile floor. He accidentally kicks it halfway across the aisle when he bends down to pick it up. Poor Jackson is still talking on the other line, doling out advice that Taehyung should be listening to.

"Son of a bitch," Taehyung hisses, finally snatching his phone.

"What the fuck, hyung?"

"Sorry, not you. I'm just freaking out, okay? I'm at the grocery store, and I don't know what kind of snacks he wants because he hasn't texted me back in an hour. An hour."

"Hyung, I'm gonna be so real with you right now. He's probably fuck—"

"Nope. Shut the fuck up, Jackson, goodbye."

"Hyung, I just meant that he's probably fine!"

Jackson is probably right. Jungkook is probably fine. Taehyung is the one who can't pull himself together.

"I'm gonna go…"

Taehyung doesn't wait for Jackson's reply. Grabbing whatever food he thinks Jungkook would like, Taehyung tries to pay for his groceries and leave the store without terrifying the prey hybrids around him with his tunneled focus. Predator hybrids tend to have a certain air of dominance, something natural and usually out of their control. Taehyung does his best to be neutral, to keep himself in check and glide through life as inoffensively as possible. Ironically, he's been told the intentional suppression of his instincts only makes him come off as even more intimidating.

Not to Jungkook, though, who trusts Taehyung more than Taehyung trusts himself.

On Taehyung's way home, he may have run more than one red light. Tickets in the mail will tell him; he can't be fucked to know now. The trip home is a black hole, like whatever floats beyond the dark outer walls of the tunnel he barrels through. Getting from the parking garage to his apartment is no different, just with plastic grocery bag handles digging painful creases into the skin of his forearms as they swing when he shoves his shoulder against the front door. He hates the way it sticks and reminds himself that he needs to buy oil and fix it himself since his good-for-nothing dog of a landlord won't ever do shit.

Living on his own has taught Taehyung a lot about himself, like how he never wants Jungkook to ever have to bruise his shoulder against a door to force it open, even if Jungkook's shoulders are more muscular than his. It has taught him that he gets anxious over choosing the wrong Turtle Chips flavor. That he cares about not leaving the lights on in the apartment — not because he's stingy with the electricity bill as his parents had been, but because it makes it easier to find Jungkook when the apartment is dark and the only lights on are in Taehyung's bedroom. That he hates putting away groceries and would rather drop the bags in the doorway – they're just snacks – and crawl into his bed where a sleeping Jungkook is curled around his pillow.

Living on his own has taught Taehyung that he would rather live with Jungkook.

"Bun," Taehyung murmurs into the crook of Jungkook's neck.

Jungkook is lying on his side, so it's awkward when Taehyung straddles his legs and drapes his body over him, though Taehyung does his best not to crush him. He's sweaty from wearing the baggiest hoodie he could find in Taehyung's closet and wrapping himself in every blanket Taehyung owns despite it being the middle of the summer. His ears are flopped back so he avoids lying on the left-side one, and his face is flushed pink.

This is new for both of them, though in different ways. Jungkook has never had someone to help him through his heat, and Taehyung has never helped someone through their heat. Taehyung has had rut partners — which he knew better than to talk to Jungkook about — but he knows that experience is entirely different. For the past week leading up to the heat, when Jungkook was particularly moody, Taehyung felt dread sit like a rock in his stomach. It weighed him down and churned his insides. He could do nothing to stop the sinking feeling or the fluttering of his heart when he realized there was nothing he could do. Typically, the experienced one of the two, Taehyung, feels like he has been fumbling behind Jungkook as he tries to learn the right way to do… this.

"Why are you on me?" Jungkook asks. Sleep has made him groggy, easily heard in the thick grumble of his voice.

"'Cause I love you."

"Tae."

With a grin, Taehyung nuzzles his face against Jungkook's neck. He knows he's being annoying, but Jungkook smells sweet, and his body is warmer than usual. Taehyung likes it. He likes how rich Jungkook's scent is right here, in the dip of his collarbone, then just a bit north to that invisible spot on his neck that makes Taehyung's mouth water just from thinking about it.

"Tickles," Jungkook mutters and limply swats at Taehyung with closed eyes. His palm is sweaty, too. It sticks to Taehyung's cheek when he tries forcing his face away, but Taehyung presses further, purring.

"Hmm, you smell good."

Taehyung's tail wraps around Jungkook's wrist and pulls his hand away. Accepting defeat, Jungkook lets his arm flop back onto the bed.

"I'm trying to sleep, Tae."

Jungkook is so cute, with one side of his face smushed into his pillow, squishing his cheek and forcing him to talk through a pout that accentuates his bunny teeth. Taehyung wants to eat him. He can feel the wild, feral thing that crawls inside his chest and turns his brain fuzzy whenever Jungkook gets like this, all soft and pliant. It's worse now because of Jungkook's heat. All Taehyung has to do is gently flick his tongue against Jungkook's scent gland, and he immediately smells the sweet spike of Jungkook's slick. There's nothing that makes Taehyung feel more powerful than the smell of Jungkook's arousal.

Jungkook gives up on pushing Taehyung away and tries to shimmy deeper into the blankets to hide his sensitive neck from Taehyung's teasing.

"Taehyung, leave me alone," Jungkook whines.

The logical, human part of Taehyung's brain understands that Jungkook is irritable because Taehyung has just woken him up from a heavy nap when his body is weak. The emotional, animal part of Taehyung's brain cowers from the blatant rejection.

Slowly, he climbs off of Jungkook and scoots until he's sitting at the foot of the bed. His heart thumps in his throat as fiercely as his tail thumps against the bed.

"Okay…" Taehyung says softly, but Jungkook is already asleep again.

Ears flattened in his messy copper hair and his tail dragging behind him, Taehyung gathers the grocery bags he left in the bedroom doorway and takes them into the kitchen. If Jungkook doesn't want him around, he supposes he'll just do all the chores he has neglected since Jungkook began staying over. It has been a little over a week; Jungkook didn't want to bother Yoongi with his pre-heat symptoms in their dorm, considering they have to share a bedroom. The plan was to let Jungkook take Taehyung's apartment for himself, and Taehyung would stay with his appa until Jungkook's heat passed. Deciding to spend Jungkook's heat together came later.

It's one of the many benefits of graduating early and living independently; Taehyung doesn't have to worry about silly university rules that ban predator and prey hybrids from cohabitating.

Taehyung tidies up the kitchen, vaguely aware that he hasn't eaten since the morning. It's evening now, and the sun is slipping low into the sky, painting the sky in golds and pinks as pretty as Jungkook's flushed skin. Earlier, Jungkook admitted that he thought his heat would finally hit by the end of the day.

On the stove, Taehyung reheats miyeokguk and thinks about his eomma as he stirs the soup, savoring the garlic aroma that fills the kitchen. He remembers his appa making it for her after she had Jiae and during the week every few months when he and Jiae stayed at their aunt's house so their parents could have appa and eomma time. It's been years since Taehyung stayed with his aunt for appa and eomma time. Now, he's old enough to have his own version of such a week. He just hopes Jungkook likes miyeokguk, too.

Taehyung stands at the kitchen counter as he eats his bowl of miyeokguk and contemplates if he should shower. He was at work for the greater part of the day, organizing plans for an art restoration exhibit at the Seoul Museum of Art. Or he could call Jackson. He could ask Jackson if Suyun has ever rejected him during her heat. He could ask if the hollow feeling in his chest will ever go away or if this means he and Jungkook aren't compatible. Will Jungkook want him at all? Should Taehyung leave?

With trembling hands, Taehyung sets his bowl down and grabs the edge of the counter, forcing himself to take a deep breath because, with his chest growing tighter, he can feel himself starting to panic. If Jungkook asks him to leave, he will, but he thinks he might throw up first.

Closing his eyes, Taehyung counts backward from ten, then from twenty, then considers starting at one hundred because his tail is wrapped so tightly around his calf that he's cutting off his own circulation, and the miyeokguk is slithering up his throat.

Taehyung inhales sharply when a pair of arms wrap around his waist, and a rounded chin presses into his shoulder. Jungkook's scent envelops him like a weighted blanket, pressing down on his discomfort until he feels warm and secure. He gives into the sensation, leaning against Jungkook's chest, still careful not to overwhelm him or knock him over with his weight.

"What's wrong, Tae?"

With his eyes still closed, Taehyung turns his head to the side so his lips brush against the curve of Jungkook's plump cheek.

"You don't want me." Taehyung knows he sounds petulant, but he can't clear the panic in his head to make room for complex, meaningful sentences. "I made miyeokguk."

Jungkook giggles, and Taehyung feels like collapsing under the pressure of getting this right.

"I just didn't want to get up. Of course, I want you."

Rising on his tiptoes, Jungkook kisses the little beauty mark on Taehyung's nose. He steps out of reach when Taehyung tries to grab for him, his socks slipping on the tile floor.

"Are you sure?" Taehyung can't help but ask, fully aware of how eager and pathetic he sounds. Jungkook's cheeks are pretty pink, and he's wearing nothing but Taehyung's hoodie. His muscular legs are on display, so squeezable and biteable.

Taehyung wants to eat him.

Jungkook must notice Taehyung's interest — which is always held in Taehyung's wild, dark eyes no matter how hard he tries to be calm — because his response is merely a coy smile.

Where did Jungkook learn how to act like this? Certainly not from Taehyung.

The look Jungkook gives Taehyung is one he's never seen on him before. He grabs Taehyung's wrist to pull himself close and looks up at Taehyung with sparkly doe eyes damp at the corners like Jungkook may start crying. The tip of Jungkook's tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip, and Taehyung feels like he's going to pass out when Jungkook brings Taehyung's hand to cup his hard cock over his oversized hoodie.

"I don't feel good, Tae," Jungkook whispers into Taehyung's shoulder, where he nuzzles his face to breathe in Taehyung's scent.

Taking another deep breath, Taehyung tries not to let his voice tremble when he asks, "Why? What doesn't feel good?"

Jungkook gently pushes his hips forward to rub himself against Taehyung's hand. Taehyung's t-shirt muffles the quiet little whimper he makes when Taehyung doesn't do anything. It isn't his fault; Taehyung can barely breathe. Jackson didn't tell him that Jungkook would feel discomfort like this.

"Bun, what did you say? I can't hear you with your face like that," Taehyung asks weakly.

Jungkook lifts his head to stare at Taehyung with glossy eyes. His cheeks are nearly red now, deepening from the light pink he was before. Taehyung can't tell if he's going to start crying, but panic swells in his chest from the thought of it. He's supposed to be taking care of Jungkook, not making him cry.

"Need you, Tae, please."

"Shit," Taehyung curses, removing his hand from Jungkook to instead run it through his own hair. He looks around the kitchen as if the fucking dishwasher is going to tell him what to do. Of course, Taehyung knows what to do. He's just scared. Big, confident Kim Taehyung is scared.

"Taehyung," Jungkook whines as he tugs on the hem of Taehyung's t-shirt, "Hyung, please."

Eyes growing wide, Taehyung stares at Jungkook, who seems desperately annoyed by how long he's taking to act on his demands. Jungkook has never called Taehyung hyung before. Prey hybrids rarely use such friendly honorifics with predator hybrids. There is too much generational hurt between the two groups, especially in rural areas like Jungkook's hometown, where prey hybrids are still treated as less than. Many of Taehyung's friends, like Hoseok, encourage the terms across the groups to normalize friendships between them. Taehyung never thought much of it until he started courting Jungkook and realized it felt strange to never hear it — not because he wanted to assert his age onto Jungkook, but to feel the sense of closeness he gets to have with his younger predator hybrid friends.

Taehyung wipes his clammy hands on his jeans and grabs Jungkook's face, tilting his head back to slot their lips together. They haven't kissed since this morning. It hasn't been long, but Taehyung feels like it's been centuries. He pulls Jungkook's bottom lip into his mouth and nibbles on it like he needs his kisses to survive. He acts like breathing beyond just panting into each other's mouths doesn't matter like the only thing he needs to survive is the sound of Jungkook moaning when he sucks on Taehyung's tongue. They keep kissing as Taehyung steps forward, following Jungkook until he has Jungkook trapped against the counter.

"Hyung will fix it, okay?" Taehyung says softly once they pull away, his heart swelling when Jungkook rubs his eyes with his fist and nods.

Jungkook is so sweet, with pretty doe eyes and such kissable lips. Taehyung can't imagine what he has done to be blessed with such a boy in his life. More often than not, he doesn't feel he deserves Jungkook.

Taehyung pushes up the hem of Jungkook's hoodie, bunching it in his hand and holding it against his stomach near his belly button. With it out of the way, he realizes Jungkook isn't wearing anything underneath. Jungkook's cock glistens in the kitchen's fluorescent lighting, shiny at the tip from so much precum that Taehyung's hand easily glides down the length when he grabs it.

"Is this better, bun?" Taehyung is sure it is, but he wants to ask just in case.

“Mhmm,” Jungkook nods. He has an iron grip on Taehyung's biceps to keep him close, even though they both know Taehyung isn't going anywhere. His breath tickles as he presses his lips against Taehyung's throat.

Jackson told Taehyung that talking Jungkook through his heat would help him know what Jungkook likes so he can better take care of Jungkook as they spend more together. The dirty, arrogant side of Taehyung thinks it's kind of hot, too. He tries to channel that part of himself as he fists Jungkook's cock. It only takes a few twists of his wrist when he reaches the head as he slides up his cock for Jungkook to cum. To Taehyung's surprise, Jungkook bites him when he does, sinking his blunt teeth into the base of Taehyung's neck and digging his nails into his biceps.

"Fuck," Taehyung hisses, stumbling forward to close the distance between them and ease the pain of Jungkook's grip on him. "Baby, relax."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Jungkook's chapped lips leave kisses where his teeth will likely leave a bruise.

Taehyung wipes the cum off his hand onto Jungkook's hoodie. It's gross, but they will be even more disgusting by the end of the week, so Taehyung can't find it in himself to care. He's more worried about how Jungkook biting him made his cock jump in his jeans.

"Baby, come on. Let's go to my room, okay?"

Taehyung tries to coax Jungkook out of the kitchen, but it's difficult when Jungkook won't let go of him. Jungkook noses at his neck, scenting him despite having done so thoroughly that morning before Taehyung went to work. Taehyung supposes he smells different now after being around so many people throughout the day. It's sweet and triggers a smattering of goosebumps across his skin, subtle physical indications of Jungkook's love painted around his throat.

It takes too long to get to Taehyung's bedroom, but once they do, Jungkook behaves just as Taehyung expected him to after listening to Jackson's advice. He doesn't even bother removing his hoodie; he just climbs into bed on his forearms and knees, and Taehyung feels like he's going to die. Embarrassment floods Taehyung as he fumbles with his clothing, nearly tripping when his foot gets caught in the leg of his jeans. Jungkook doesn't even care how much of a mess Taehyung is. His head hangs low as his limbs tremble, likely with anticipation, though it could be discomfort. Taehyung doesn't feel good about keeping him waiting, even if he's still nervous as hell.

Once he's fully naked, Taehyung kneels on the bed behind Jungkook and positions his legs where he needs them to be. They rarely have sex like this; they're too romantic, preferring to look at each other. Still, Taehyung has enough experience in this position to know Jungkook's arms might give out, so he places a pillow under his hips, just in case.

"Are you sure you want to do it like this, bun? Or would you rather turn around so you can—"

"Taehyung, fuck me right now," Jungkook snaps, though it doesn't come off as aggressive as it could because he sounds like he's on the verge of tears again.

"Okay, baby, I will, I promise. It's okay," Taehyung rushes to reassure him.

He rubs his hands up Jungkook's back to push his hoodie away so he can get a better view of his tiny waist and the cute little fluffy tail at the base of his spine. He drags his hands around Jungkook's sides to run his fingers over his nipples, swirling them until they turn hard, and Jungkook moans with his mouth pressed against his forearm.

Such a weak, debauched sound causes Taehyung to be immediately overtaken by the sudden urge to pin Jungkook into the bed. It's like his veins turn to fire, burning him from the inside with a hot need that pulses through him. It makes him want to have his way with Jungkook, as hard and as fast as he wants to, with bared teeth and fingers digging into his warm, soft flesh. Sometimes, Taehyung scares himself with how visceral his feelings are toward Jungkook, like some kind of extreme cute aggression. He loves Jungkook so much he wants to smother him, to squeeze him and kiss him and fuck him until he's ruined.

Then Jungkook turns his head to look back at Taehyung with kaleidoscope eyes, and the wild animal inside of Taehyung melts into a puddle, and all that's left is this goopy, disgusting need to drown himself in Jungkook's gentleness.

Taehyung latches onto that gentle feeling when he grinds the length of his cock between Jungkook's cheeks, slicking himself up before he slowly presses the tip against Jungkook's rim. It pops in easily with how wet and pliable Jungkook is from his heat, but Taehyung won't let that wild side overcome him. This is about Jungkook. Taehyung isn't here to pleasure himself; he's here to take care of the love of his life, his future mate. His little bun trembles as Taehyung lightly presses his fingers against the soft spots where his thighs crease at his hip bones, coaxing him backward.

"Feel good?" Taehyung asks softly as Jungkook rocks his hips back to ease more of Taehyung's cock inside him.

"So good," Jungkook moans, much quieter than usual, like he barely has the energy to say anything. He keeps his eyes closed and breathes heavily through his mouth, each exhale growing shakier the closer he gets to taking Taehyung's cock completely.

"You're so pretty, bun. How are you this fucking perfect? You're incredible."

Jungkook isn't facing Taehyung, so he can't see Jungkook's expression, but he hears him grumble as he shakes his head.

"I'm not," Jungkook whispers, and Taehyung knows him well enough to guess how hard he's blushing.

"Don't argue with me, Jeon Jungkook," Taehyung challenges with a light smack of Jungkook's ass, soft enough that it doesn't leave a mark but hard enough for Jungkook's body to jolt.

Taehyung is quiet, too, though his subdued behavior is his way of trying to keep calm. Jungkook is even wetter and tighter than usual. When Jungkook leans forward and then falls back on his cock again, Taehyung has to squeeze his hips to stop him from moving.

"Taehyung, please," Jungkook whines and tries to wiggle out of Taehyung's grasp, which only further stimulates his cock. "You're teasing me. It's not nice."

"Baby, stop, stop," Taehyung says, wrapping his arm around Jungkook's waist. "Just give me a second, okay?"

They're both panting even though they've hardly done anything yet. Taehyung rests his forehead against the middle of Jungkook's back and focuses on regulating his breathing. He feels like a teenager losing his virginity, but he can't let himself cum first. If he does, he'll fuck everything up. There's no way for Taehyung to know how many times Jungkook will cum during his heat. On an average day, Taehyung has gotten him up to three. Although there are many other ways for Taehyung to satisfy Jungkook without penetrative sex, he knows from Jackson that those alternatives won't be as fulfilling for Jungkook.

Straightening up, Taehyung wraps his hands around Jungkook's slim waist and admires how big he feels when he holds Jungkook. It's not about dominating him, though Taehyung would be a liar if he said he doesn't like how submissive Jungkook is in bed. He really just likes to feel big because it makes him feel useful like he can take care of Jungkook by putting in work so Jungkook doesn't have to. This is especially true now when it's clear that Jungkook's heat is making him sluggish and horny. He barely holds himself up as Taehyung pulls him onto his cock, this time with more force than before. Taehyung lifts Jungkook's hips slightly to angle him in a way that he knows will ensure he's hitting Jungkook's prostate with each thrust. Taehyung has spent plenty of time learning Jungkook's body; he knows how to position Jungkook to make him feel good. Confirmation is nice, though, and he gets it in the form of Jungkook finally wailing.

"Oh my god," Jungkook sobs, digging his fingers into the bed sheet to hold himself in place as Taehyung's hips snap against his ass. “Taehyung, Taehyung, Taehyung.”

"I know."

"Oh, fuck."

"I know, baby," Taehyung groans, adjusting his grip on Jungkook's waist.

He tries not to think too hard about how good Jungkook feels, especially when Jungkook cums for the second time, and his muscles flutter and constrict around Taehyung's cock. He lets the throbbing subside and focuses instead on how beautiful Jungkook is, all splayed out. His shoulders are strong, with muscles rippling every time he shifts his position. Sweat has made his bangs stick to his forehead, and the rest of his hair fluff up, even turning his bunny ears fuzzy. How Jungkook can be so fucking hot while also cute is beyond Taehyung's comprehension. All Taehyung knows is that, when Jungkook's arms eventually give out and he lies with one side of his face pressed into the mattress so Taehyung can admire how sexy Jungkook is with his eyes screwed shut in pleasure and his mouth hanging open as he moans loudly, he would give anything to stay with Jungkook for the rest of his life. Anything at all.

Jungkook cums two more times before Taehyung can't hold off any longer. His body screams at him to stop, not just because his cock throbs but because his muscles are sore and he's dehydrated from all the sweating he's doing. Taehyung eases Jungkook fully onto his stomach, hiking up one of Jungkook's knees to spread him open so he can fuck him deeper. He presses his hands into the mattress at Jungkook's sides and drops his head so he can kiss him. It's bumpy and sloppy, hardly a kiss at all, but neither of them cares.

"One more for me, bun," Taehyung's lips brush along the apple of Jungkook's cheek. Pulling away, he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip and tastes the salt of Jungkook's tears. "You gotta give me one more."

"I can't," Jungkook complains through a broken moan as Taehyung quickens the pace of his thrusts.

"I think my baby can, for me. My sweet, precious baby."

Jungkook ducks his face into the crook of his arm, and Taehyung laughs.

"Aw, don't hide from me, baby," Taehyung presses down on Jungkook's waist, holding him in place. He's tighter like this, and Taehyung feels his orgasm starting to make him spiral. "You're so fucking sexy, you know that? God, I love fucking you. You're so tight and wet, and you sound so pretty when you scream my name."

Jungkook is a moaning, trembling mess that only spurs Taehyung on. Taehyung's going to cum; there's no way he can stop himself any longer. He's been edging himself the whole time, forcing them to stop moving every time he gets that pulse that shoots up his cock. His rhythm gets thrown off, even as he tries to hold it together a little longer.

"Jungkook-ah," he calls out through gritted teeth.

They meet each other's gaze, both exhausted and disgusting, but Jungkook's beauty is so raw that it hurts Taehyung's heart.

"I love you," Jungkook's bottom lip pops when he releases it from his teeth to speak. Taehyung wants to bite him so badly.

"I love you too, bun."

There's a trick Taehyung has learned, a little button he knows to push when he needs a surefire way to get Jungkook off. He times it right this time so that Taehyung cums as he runs his fingers through Jungkook's fluffy little tail and tugs on it hard.

Jungkook's moan is mixed with a surprised yelp, and his body reacts exactly how Taehyung wants it to. He cums for the fourth time quivering underneath Taehyung, who has slowed to a gentle grind of his hips that he rides out until he's too sensitive to handle the grip Jungkook has on him.

"Shit," Taehyung huffs across Jungkook's face as he hangs his head. His arms tremble, but he keeps himself upright so he doesn't crush Jungkook with his weight.

They're sweaty and covered in slick and cum, but neither care. Taehyung can only focus on how content Jungkook looks when he rolls onto his back and opens his arms so Taehyung can lower himself until he's snuggled against Jungkook's chest. He feels their heartbeats slow down together, matching each other like their breathing does until they're in harmony in more ways than one.

When Taehyung was younger, and his eomma gave him her bracelet, he never understood what she meant about saving it for someone special. He worried he wouldn't know how to tell if someone was special enough for his eomma. How could anyone compare to the woman who gave him life? Who raised and cherished him, and showed him what a truly special person could be?

Jungkook sifts through Taehyung's curls to scratch at his tiger ears, making Taehyung involuntarily purr and the tip of his tail flick as it always does when he's happy.

"Was it okay for you? Was I too much?" Jungkook asks, his lips brushing Taehyung's forehead. He's so gentle. As a predator hybrid, no one has ever been gentle with Taehyung. No one but Jungkook.

"You could never be too much," Taehyung insists, tilting his head to look at Jungkook. "I had fun, actually. We could make this a game. See how many times I can make you cum before I do. We could keep a tally on the refrigerator whiteboard every day and count the total at the end of your heat."

Jungkook scrunches his nose, and Taehyung can't stop himself from grinning boxy, the way Jungkook likes it.

"Why are you always so gross? Everything you say is nasty all the time."

"You can't tell me that wouldn't be fun."

Jungkook rolls his eyes, but he smiles that cute little bunny smile that makes Taehyung want to give it all up for him.

“I love you, Jungkook. I love you in kind of an insane way,” Taehyung admits as he crawls off the bed slowly because his body hurts and he can’t feel his legs.

He’s unsure if Jungkook is blushing from his heat or his confession, probably a little bit of both, but it doesn’t matter. It’s cute, Jungkook is cute, everything is perfect and wonderful. Taehyung keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop, for something bad to happen. Love doesn’t last forever — not in a corporeal sense. Life has taught him that. But he also knows he can’t let the grief of death haunt him, or else he’ll miss out on having Jungkook in the present.

“An insane way?” Jungkook asks, a little bit cocky because he has learned that from Taehyung over the past year, and he lets Taehyung pull him out of bed.

“Mhm.”

“Should I be worried about that?”

With a grunt, Taehyung grabs Jungkook by his thighs, wrapping his arms just under his butt, and hoists him over his shoulder.

“Maybe,” Taehyung smirks even if Jungkook can’t see it and slaps Jungkook’s ass when he grumbles about him being a problem child.

Taehyung sets Jungkook down on the bathroom counter, leaving him with his legs swinging while he starts a warm bath. Taehyung even grabs the Epsom salt from the cabinet to add to the bath and feels very adult about it for some reason. Taking care of Jungkook like this gives Taehyung a strong sense of responsibility.

“Oh fuck,” Taehyung whips his head around to stare at Jungkook from where he stands bent over the bath to check the temperature. He points at Jungkook. “You!”

Jungkook’s eyes widen. “Me what?”

“You didn’t eat anything, bun! We’ve been fucking for hours, and you didn’t eat anything!”

Covering his face with his hands, Jungkook lets out a sound like a squeak that Taehyung doesn’t know how to interpret.

“Can you not say that? It’s embarrassing.”

Taehyung frowns. “That you didn’t eat?”

Jungkook peeks from behind his fingers and shows enough of his face that Taehyung can tell he’s glaring at him with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Tae, no. Don’t talk about us… having sex for hours.”

“Fucking,” Taehyung repeats with a grin when Jungkook squeaks again. “I was fucking you, Jungkook, for hours. Fucking you within an inch of your life, actually.”

Blatantly avoiding Taehyung, Jungkook hops down from the counter and steps into the bath. He tries to close the shower curtain before Taehyung can get in.

“You are out of control.”

It’s no use, though. Taehyung is quick and lacks most preservation instincts, so he nearly busts his ass as he slips into the bathtub with Jungkook, splashing water all over the walls and onto the floor. It doesn’t matter; his antics make Jungkook giggle, and Taehyung only cares about that.

Taehyung sits in the bathtub with his legs spread so Jungkook can sit between them and lean his back on Taehyung’s chest. They probably don’t have a ton of time before Jungkook’s heat starts making him a horny devil again, but for now, Taehyung will bathe and feed him and cuddle him until he sleeps or needs more. Whatever it is, Taehyung is ready to give Jungkook his best.

So, yeah, Taehyung is whipped. He lets Jungkook tilt his head back to kiss the beauty mark on the tip of his nose, and then he kisses the little mole on the side of Jungkook's neck, and yeah, Taehyung is so fucking whipped. He wouldn't have it any other way.

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Impenetrable - Chapter Three

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What now?" he asks, breaking the momentary silence. "Even if the pack decides to let you stay, Eanses won't take kindly to your failure."

You look down, “Death is really my only option here. Sounds gruesome but I am nothing to them, just some spendable life.”

The conversation is interrupted by the door swinging open. It’s Alpha. “The pack wants to meet you.”

Min Yoongi smiles, “I knew that this was gonna happen.” You tilt your head to the side, “Already? Are they not suspicious or like you know? Scared? I mean I was literally was sent here to kill them if needed?”

Min Yoongi's smile carries a hint of amusement, and he replies, "The pack has a way of sensing things. They can feel intentions, even hidden ones. And they've seen their fair share of threats. It takes more than a hidden assassin to make them cower."

You ponder his words, Their heightened senses and instincts seem to grant them an understanding that surpasses the ordinary. The dynamics within the pack hold mysteries that you're only beginning to grasp.

"But don't mistake their curiosity for acceptance," Min Yoongi adds, his expression more serious. "You're still on thin ice. Your past with Eanses won't be easily overlooked, and trust isn't something they give away freely." Right.

Alpha and MIn Yoongi lead you downstairs where the remaining five packmates are sitting in various places in the living room. Looking around you recognize them as the nicknames that You’ve given them.

Tall Guy is sitting beside Happy on the couch. Happy seems to be rather nervous, while Tall Guy is very calm - too calm. Tall Guy is seemingly comforting Happy. Tiger and Dog are sitting together on the other end of the couch that Tall Guy and Happy are sitting on. Strong Guy is sitting on the plush chair near the couch. Alpha and Min Yoongi lead you to another chair, but this one is wooden, and it’s sat in front of the Television. Yoongi stands beside the chair, motioning for you to sit, and you do. Alpha leaves and sits on the armrest of the plush chair that Strong Guy is sitting on.

As you sit in the wooden chair, surrounded by the pack, you can feel their collective gaze upon you. The room remains quiet, the unspoken tension thickening. The pack's judgment awaits, and you brace yourself for the questions, scrutiny, or decisions that may come.

“Sitting here, I just realized none of us have said our names, not even you.” Alpha pointed at you. Your eyes widen, “I’m y/n.” You introduce, Knowing that you were going to have to go first anyway. Min Yoongi nods, “I’m Yoongi, but I’m sure you already knew that.” He snickered.

“My name is Namjoon. And I’m the Alpha of this pack.” Bingo, You were right. You nod, “Jungkook” He nods curtly in awkwodledgemnt “I’m Seokjin. This is Hoseok.” Tall Guy or well Seokjin says and points to Happy, who you now know as Hoseok. “Taehyung.” Tiger says, very monotonely. Dog shakes his head, “Sorry about him, He’s in one of his moods, I’m Jimin.” Alpha, Or Namjoon as you should start to refer to him as, Nods.

“Great. Now that the introductions are over, We can get into what we all want to know.” Namjoon states, and the pack's collective attention sharpens. The room falls into a focused hush as Namjoon's words hang in the air. The pack's collective attention centers on you, and the weight of anticipation intensifies.

Namjoon, maintaining a composed demeanor, breaks the silence. "Why were you sent to kill Min Yoongi, and who sent you?"

The directness of Namjoon's inquiry cuts through the tension, and all eyes are on you, awaiting your response.

You sigh, only due to the fact that this is like the fifth time having to explain this to this pack. “As I have stated, I was taken to a hybrid lab.” You proceed to recount the familiar tale of your creation in the hybrid lab, the genetic manipulation, conditioning, and training that shaped you into an obedient and lethal being. The story unfolds, revealing the involvement of Eanses, their interest in your abilities, and the mission to eliminate Min Yoongi.

The pack listens attentively, their expressions ranging from curiosity to suspicion. The complexity of your past and the forces that have shaped you become clearer with each word you speak.

Namjoon remains stoic, his gaze unwavering as he absorbs the details of your story. The room remains silent as you conclude your explanation, leaving the pack to process the truth of your origins and the mission that brought you to their doorstep.

Namjoon breaks the silence, his voice measured, "Why did you choose to deviate from the mission? What made you hide among us instead of carrying out your orders?"

You meet Namjoon's gaze, aware that this question delves into the motivations that led to your unexpected deviation. “I couldn’t allow myself to fuck up a happy family.”

Your response echoes in the room, and a moment of quiet contemplation follows. The sincerity in your words carries the weight of your internal struggle and the unexpected bond that formed with the pack during your observation.

Namjoon's gaze lingers on you, and there's a flicker of understanding in his eyes. The pack members exchange glances, their expressions reflecting a mix of emotions, from skepticism to a subtle acknowledgment of the complexities that surround your existence.

Namjoon breaks the silence, "Deviation from a mission is a serious matter, and we can't ignore the potential threat you might still pose. However, we also recognize the choices you've made and the risks you've taken by revealing your past. Trust is not given lightly, but we'll deliberate on what's best for the pack."

Yoongi taps your shoulder, “Let’s go back to the room.” Following Yoongi's lead, you rise from the wooden chair, acutely aware of the lingering tension in the room. As you move with him towards the exit, a whimper from the couch captures your attention. Yoongi reassures the pack, waving his hand dismissively, "I'll be fine. You all already know where I stand."

The pack members exchange glances, their expressions hinting at the internal deliberation still taking place. The atmosphere remains charged with uncertainty, but you follow Yoongi out of the room, leaving the pack to continue their discussions.

Yoongi and you walk out of the room, and the tension from the pack's criticism follows. There's a hanging feeling about their decision, the weight of their considerations. The room's relative seclusion, away from the pack's questioning gaze brings you comfort.

Yoongi closes the door behind you, momentarily shielding the two of you from the outside world. The room turns into a calm refuge, providing a brief break from the complex dynamics taking place inside the pack.

Yoongi leans against the door, his expression unreadable. "We'll have to wait for their decision. Whatever happens, you need to be prepared for the consequences. The pack doesn't take these matters lightly." You could only nod.

Meanwhile, with the pack, the discussion of you was only getting started. “Is she not a threat to us? To Yoongi?” Taehyung grimaces. Namjoon

Namjoon, maintaining his role as the Alpha, addresses the pack, "Her past with Eanses is undoubtedly a cause for concern. However, she chose to reveal herself and explain her deviation from the mission. We need to consider her actions and the risks she took by doing so."

Tall Guy, or Seokjin, interjects, "She mentioned she couldn't allow herself to 'fuck up a happy family.' If she had ill intentions, she could have acted long before now."

The pack members exchange glances, each processing the information and weighing the potential risks and benefits of your presence among them.

Hoseok, or Happy, chimes in nervously, "But what if it's a trick? We can't let our guard down." Hoseok's nervous tone reflects a valid concern among the pack. The uncertainty surrounding your true intentions raises doubts and wariness among the members.

Namjoon, maintaining his Alpha role, addresses the pack with a measured tone, "Remaining cautious is essential. We can't afford to underestimate the potential risks. However, we also need to consider the choices she made, and the risks she took to reveal her past. It's not a decision to be made lightly."

"If she wanted to harm us, she's had plenty of opportunities. Maybe she’s being truthful?." Jimin says. Jungkook scoffs. “I think that’s your border collie side showing.” He grumbles out. Namjoon maintains his Alpha authority, "We can't dismiss the potential dangers, but Jimin has a point. If she wanted to harm, she's had opportunities. We need to weigh the information carefully before making a decision."

Seokjin sighs, “I think we should keep her. If we don’t she goes back to Eanses and gets killed.” He states calmly. Taehyung almost growls, “And if she stays, they come to us.” He argues. Namjoon takes a moment to weigh the options. "We need to be realistic about the risks involved. If we decide to keep her, we should be prepared for the consequences and take necessary precautions." The pack remains silent.

“So are we taking a vote?” Hoseok asks. Namjoon nods, “All in favor of letting her go back to Eanses, raise your hand.” Namjoon says, raising his hand. Jungkook and Taehyung both raise their hands. Namjoon counts, “Okay all who want her to stay.” Hoseok, Jimin, and Seokjin raise their hands. Jungkook scoffs, “So it’s a tie?” Seokjin shakes his head, “No. Yoongi wants her to stay too. Four vs Three. She’s staying.”

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bonny-kookoo · 6 months

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Jungkook

𝐎𝐟𝐟-𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐲 | Hitskip

"Finding someone who can take care of what you love most when you're no longer able to is a final act of love- and not giving up."

Tags/Warnings: Police Officer!Jungkook, Dog Hybrid!Reader, Partners to lovers?, Alternate law-system/made up laws, crime, futuristic, sci-fi, body-modifications, Fluff, romance, Adult themes (sex, alcohol, mentions of drugs but no consumption), Comedy?, Angst, injury

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Despite basically living together, you and Jungkook aren't really all that close.

You've never went on vacation together or even on a day-trip, mainly due to insurance reasons considering you're owned by the police department, and not Jungkook himself. There's been too many accidents and problems in the past, forcing those rules onto handlers nowadays, and some might argue that it's for the better. The more professional you stay with your partner, the more professional you stay during work as well-

But Jungkook has worries.

Mostly because, while you'll probably be able to stay in service for another ten years maybe, he himself has to resign much sooner rather than later. He's got maybe a year left until his contract ends- and he's been told that to resign it, he will have to go through a rigorous process of evaluation again.

A process he most likely won't pass, due to his past injuries and resulting body mods to keep him mobile.

He's already looking for a potential new handler once he leaves- Taehyung being one of those he's got his eye on, though the new officer might not be the best fit for you, considering how he constantly seems caught off guard by your honestly very normal behavior as a police hybrid. You're not a pet down the line. You're not meant to be cuddly and cute and well behaved- you're meant to take down criminals, fight, and protect, most of all.

Seokjin is out of the question too, since he's got Yoongi- and he's still very much fit for work, despite his previously injured shoulder. He didn't need anything other than a regular operation- now he's back in service, more capable than ever.

Jimin doesn't want to do the handler training- he admits himself that he'd get too attached, and that would just harm his performance and put others in danger.

So who the hell is Jungkook supposed to choose? He doesn't want to just.. leave, and let you be alone until the department decides that you're unfit for anyone else, just for you to end up in a shelter where no one's gonna pick you up because who wants an aggressive former policedog hybrid?

"Jungkook?" You wonder, ripping him out of his thoughts as he looks at you, noticing your upper lip bleeding.

"What happened?" He instantly worries, hands carefully holding your face, thump inspecting your little cut that's bleeding. "Hm?" He asks after letting go to let you talk.

"I don' no'-" You fumble a little, trying not to move your lip too much. "I a'e an' use' a new s'oon" You stumble, and he gets up to grab a tissue for you to hold against it, before he walks towards the kitchen table to inspect the spoon you were talking about, running his finger over the edges-

finding a manufacturing error, tiny metal part not rounded properly, sticking out very sharply- so much so that it almost cuts him too.

"We'll wait a little, if it doesn't stop we'll see someone for it, okay?" He asks, moving the tissue a bit to inspect it- noticing that it's not that deep at all. The most challenging part will most likely rather be for you not to lick it constantly- that's gonna be a pain for him to control.

Well, maybe it was for the best that he didn't get the vacation with you.

He'll have to inspect all the cutlery now anyways, before he can let you eat again.

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Sometimes, Jungkook likes to dream.

What would a life be like if he just.. lived normally together with you? If he was just a regular part of this community, and not an officer feared for all the things people in the same uniform have done in the past?

Maybe you wouldn't be so scarred up from knifes and bullets having pierced your skin. Maybe he wouldn't have to wear his own bodymods- maybe you'd both just be normal, and unaware of the horrors human kind can make reality sometimes. But that's not your shared reality- yours is right now, as Jungkook keeps a hold on back straps of your bulletproof vest and harness you wear to hold you back, waiting for the signal to let you inside the house to search for drugs or other illegal substances. They're currently escorting multiple men out the pretty run-down place to make it safer- when he gets the command over his in-ear piece to let you in. "Alright, let's go." He tells you, letting you go so you can immediately run into the house, checking the living room first.

Your hands move the pillows on the couch, eyes frantically moving in concentration, ears moving and tail wagging. He knows it's actually not from excitement, but to 'move' scent around that might've settled somewhere so you can notice it better. Once you catch something, for example, your tail stills as to not disturb the trail, and not interrupt any traces by moving them around.

You're currently on your hands and knees looking beneath the coffee table, before you move again to walk into the next room- the connecting kitchen on the other side of the main entrance hall. It's cluttered, and Jungkook has to watch out as to not slip on any of the trash, gun still drawn in his hand as a safety precaution, just in case. You're tripping a little here and there, looking and sniffing around, tail going left to right at a rapid pace.

You leave the kitchen, make your way upstairs to the bedrooms, entering one of them on the left side. Jungkook follows, notices how your tail suddenly stops, a clear sign that you've picked up something specific. You're supposed to be searching for drugs right now- and so Jungkook watches now with his gun lowered as you look around more specifically, walking one step, evaluating, walking another step, repeat. You're reacting to something, and he wonders what it might be.

Unbeknownst to him, you found something entirely other than drugs.

You're suddenly sitting down in front of a closet, looking over your shoulder towards him, who walks closer to you now, running a hand over your head. "Good job. What's in here?" He asks, pointing before opening, and you reach out to prevent him from doing so.

"RDX." You tell him, and his eyes widen as he helps you up and instantly away from the closet.

"We found something." Jungkook tells into his ear piece, earning the response to clarify what exactly was found. "Highly possibly explosives. Hybrid indication in the upstairs guest bedroom, inside a blue wooden closet." He explains, receiving the response that a bomb squat has been notified to take care of the potential issue, and to get out of the house immediately. Jungkook does just that, taking your hand to rush out, coworkers outside already having evacuated the immediate area.

"Jungkook?" You wonder, and he instantly turns to check up on you, remembering that he did not give you appropriate positive reinforcement either due to the sudden tension of the situation. It's then that you hold out your hand, drop of blood running down from it. "…can I have a plaster maybe?" You ask meekly, and he instantly holds your hand to take a look at the injury.

"How'd that happen pup-.." He somewhat swallows the petname down, hissing a bit at the nasty wound. "Can you move your fingers?" He asks, and you nod, curling them each to show it to him.

"I didn't cut myself- I think my hand got caught on something maybe when I searched the kitchen.." You mumble, ears lowered and tail between your legs.

"Does it hurt?" He asks, well aware that it has to- skin already red and bruised around the cut skin. You shake your head, but once look at him makes your eyes tear up and bottom lip tremble.

Well, down the line, you're also just a living being with thoughts and feelings, and this is also a side that he's come to know about you. The more.. private one, the one that's usually only presented when you're not on duty.

"Alright come on, then, let's wrap something around that for now, okay?" He soothes, smiling softly as he leads you back to the car.

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Considering how fearless you are in the eye of danger, running after any criminal no matter what without any hesitation, Jungkook can't help but laugh a little as you sniffle into his chest, hiding in his sweater now while your wound is getting stitched in the emergency room. You're quietly whimpering while he runs a hand over your back, nurse smiling amused at the whole scene. "Almost done." He soothes, watching how the nurse finishes up the last few stitches before she cleans it again, and wraps it up.

"Alright, there we go!" The nurse says. "Looks like she's gonna get some time off." She smiles, unable to hide her motherly instincts as you look at her with tearful eyes now, pulling your hand towards you now as if to hide it. "It should be fine in a few days, but since it's in a spot that has a lot of movement, I'd say at least for the rest of the week she shouldn't move it too much." She tells Jungkook, who nods.

Back home, and with the knowledge that you'll truly have time off for an entire week, the actual challenges begin. You're not supposed to move your hand, and you know that- but that doesn't mean you won't try and still use it anyways. You're currently climbing on the kitchen counter, attempting to raid the upper cabinet where Jungkook keeps your favorite snacks- but he's quick in his reflexes, tugging you back and putting you down onto the floor again with your feet.

He can't even really be mad at you.

You're not used to being 'home' like this. You don't know the rules, or general manners- that's something you've not been taught, because as a police hybrid, it's not necessary. One of the main reasons why most hybrids in jobs like yours never get to live in a normal home after they get too old or injured to continue their service.

Most stay at special housings, group homes. Jungkook already dreads the day you'll surely have to live in one as well.

"You're not mute. You can ask if you want something." He chuckles, before he's caught off guard when you hug him. Wordlessly so.

You don't talk much, and if you do, mostly only with him. It's always been like that- unfamiliar people make you anxious and quiet you down.

But right now, you're quiet with him too. He can sense there's something you want to ask- but you don't. You just nod, and apologize quietly, before you leave the kitchen to go into your room- leaving the door ajar however. He slowly walks towards it, knocks on it to ask for entrance- and your ears turn towards him at that. "Can I come in?" He wonders, and you nod.

Jungkook isn't in your room very often. He wants to give you as much privacy as he can, treats you like a person and not just a pet or animal. He also wants to keep things professional and has to keep you at a distance at all times, too. It's a tough challenge.

"You seem to have something on your mind." He says, sitting down next to you on the bed, and you just shrug, pulling up your legs to hug them. "Wanna talk about it?" Jungkook asks, and you shake your head.

He respects that. Sometimes, there's just things you want to keep to yourself- just like himself.

"Jungkook?" You ask suddenly, quietly, and he instantly turns towards you to make sure you know you've got his attention. "Why.. didn't you tell me you'll leave soon?" You ask, and his heart drops.

"I don't even know that yet." He tries to justify, but it's clear that it doesn't help.

"But you're pretty sure." You scold him. "I overheard you talking to Taehyung.. you wanna get rid of me before you'll quit." You huff, and he shakes his head at that.

"That's not true." He denies. "I'm not getting rid of you. I just don't want you to end up alone." He sighs.

"..am I not alone already?" You mumble almost incoherently- but he hears it. "I wanna sleep now." You tell him before he can ask you what you mean-

And your statement is a clear way to tell him that you wouldn't even answer him if he asked anyway.

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It's just patrol. Nothing big.

And yet, the silence inside the car is suffocating him.

You're normally always pretty quiet- but you do chat around whenever there's nothing much going on, or if you're on simple patrol duty like today. However, ever since that moment a few days ago in your room, you've been distant- trying to detach yourself from him, it feels like.

He's never noticed just how close you've gotten until now that you've pulled yourselves apart from one another.

"Man, he's speeding." Jungkook mumbles from the driver's seat, while you perk up just to look up front to see what he's seeing.

The guy is in fact speeding, even if it's not too much. But what's more obvious is the swaying- he's missing a taillight already, and the car clearly has issues staying properly on the road. And when he runs over a stop-sign, Jungkook sighs, and turns on his lights to signal the driver to pull over- and the car does so, almost slamming into a street sign as it clumsily parks at the side of the road.

"I'll be right back." He says, before he steps out, leaving you in the trunk area that's cut off from the backseats by metal bars to keep you safe from people he potentially needs to transport. "Stay alert." Is the last thing he says, before he walks towards the car for a routine check.

Probably a drunk driver. Maybe drugs involved- you'll most likely be taken out for a search in a few minutes, and then you'll clock out an hour later.

But then you hear commotion- Jungkook shouting, and you instantly go into high alert, looking through the metal bars to see him arguing with a tall man who's clearly agitated about something. And then, everything happens so fast that you can't even process it quick enough.

A shot, clear as day, Jungkook running towards the car, opening the trunk where you're in, before he barks out for you to get him- the man running off into a field that you instantly follow after.

You can't really think much about what might've happened where the cars are still parked. You've got tunnel vision, legs keeping you running as fast as you can as you chase the man through the field, trying hard not to lose sight of him.

Unaware that the man is still armed.

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"Did she get him?" Jungkook asks in the hospital, as Seokjin arrives to pick him up. The shot had grazed his body mods and made him lose balance and feeling in his legs and hands- so it had to be fixed in a minor surgery, leaving him mostly unconscious for the past two days.

"Yeah- he was arrested, is awaiting trial. Was terribly wasted and on meth." He offers dryly, causing Jungkook to become suspicious.

"Did.. she sleep at the station while I was gone?" He asks, but he doesn't get an answer until he pulls his coworkers shoulder to make him face him. "Where is she?" He asks, and Seokjin sighs.

"Just focus on healing right now, kook-" He starts, but Jungkook shakes his head, face angry.

"I'm perfectly fine, now answer me." He demands. "Where is she?"

"She got hurt." Seokjin admits. "She's.. in hospital right now, but she'll be fine."

"What happened?" He urges once again. "Seokjin, what fucking happened?" He asks, but the officer refuses to answer, not until Jungkook speaks up again in the car later, on the way to his house. "How bad?" He lowly questions.

"They're not sure." Jin finally comes clean. "If you want, you can see her once she's allowed to have visitors. I can offer you to review the body cam footage too, just to.. prepare yourself." He sighs.

"I should've never let her out." Jungkook runs a hand over his face. "I should've waited for backup-"

"There's no use in that now." Jin offers. "Things happen. It was a stressful situation, you couldn't have known. Things quite literally happened in the span of minutes." He reassures him. "And she did the same. She thought about getting the job done, and she did." He says.

"..so she did catch him?" Jungkook asks.

"Absolutely. Held him down.. well, despite her situation." Jin nods almost proudly. "Jungkook." He takes a deep breath, sighs as he parks in front of the younger man's house. "She.. might not return into service. "

Jungkook doesn't move, eyes becoming distant. He's not sure how bad it must be- but he can assume it by this sentence alone. If you're not returning to service, that the damage done must've been severe.

"Keep your head up, robo-cop." Seokjin pats Jungkook's back- not too much, since he's still recovering. "She's a tough cookie. She'll make it." He tries to reassure.

And Jungkook nods-

hoping he's gonna be right about that.

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anonnie-in-wonderland · 1 year

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Home Calls the Heart

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

chapter: five

Word Count: 8.9k+

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

genre: romance | hurt/comfort| magic AU

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And hybrids,” Taehyung added proudly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jungkook said nothing, still processing that information.

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

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

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

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

Taehyung nodded.

“Then why is she here?”

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

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

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

“Because—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“All set?” Jin asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay…just a little while though.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Seokjin kicked snow with a foot, honking.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His sleek head bobbed.

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

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

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

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

“But!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And the boys.

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

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

“Yah!” Someone yelled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“…Yes?”

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

“I…I don’t…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“T-Ta-Taehyung?” She breathed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jin.” Seokjin nodded politely.

“Hoseok.” Hoseok put in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Wait, Little Rabbit! (Part 5)

fluff, angst, smut

Bunny Hybrid (Fem) Reader x Human Seokjin x Dog Hybrids Jimin and Hoseok x Cat Hybrid Yoongi x Wolf Hybrids Namjoon, Taehyung, & Jungkook

NSFW. 18+

Part 1 > Part 2 > Part 3 > Part 4 > Part 5 > Part 6

Summary: You, a meek little bunny hybrid, find family amongst six predator hybrids and their lovely human caretaker.

Warnings: group sex but like they are all taking turns with y/n, y/n goes into heat, heats hurt until they are taken care of, a little bit of crying, mentions of birth control methods, vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration, throatfucking, Joon’s control kink, heavy d/s dynamics, slight breeding kink even though y/n is on birth control, slight voyeurism, predator/prey dynamics in a sexual context, abandonment issues

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The morning is calm, with Seokjin teaching you how to make coffee with the new drip coffee maker he bought. You focus in on his hand movements, watching with fascination as the coffee filters down into the pot. As much as you wish you liked the taste of black coffee, like all the men in the house do, you know that you’ll be pouring your weight in sugar and creamer into your cup.

“My heat is coming up” the words come out shy and unsure. Telling Seokjin such a private matter feels very different than telling your former eighty-four-year-old female caretaker. It can’t be helped that your cheeks turn red, even while your eyes are on the coffee. His movements have stopped though, as he’s put the kettle down to give you full attention.

“How close?”

“Two days”

“How would you like to spend it?”

“I was thinking of asking Jimin and Hobi” you grow redder with each response, but the man just gives a casual nod.

“That’s what I would’ve suggested as well. Do you have any preferences on birth control? I’ve never cared for a female hybrid before, so I’m not sure what to prepare.”

“I, um, I have a chip in my arm” you notice his surprise, “my old caretaker helped me get it.”

“Well, then that’s taken care of. Anything else you need? If you give me a list of your favorite snacks and drinks I can stock them up in the outside room. I like to make sure you guys have enough to recharge during your heats.”

Your heart swells up at just how attentive Jin can be. You could’ve never imagined having a male caretaker in the past; every female hybrid you knew had one bad experience or another with them. Even the most decent ones didn’t feel approachable for such topics—but here you were, with the nicest human male you’ve ever had the fortune of meeting. You can’t help but jump up for a hug, your previous shyness fading away. He chuckles as he holds you in place, heart hurting because of your adorableness.

As the day goes by, you notice the hybrids acting different around you. It starts off subtle, with them zoning out when you come near or eyes lingering on certain body parts that they’ve been too much of gentlemen to stare at before. Namjoon’s the one that addresses the atmosphere first, “y/n…by any chance, is your heat tonight?”

You look at the wolf with confusion, “No, it’s the day after tomorrow.”

They all look at each other, eyebrows raised. “Your pheromones are going crazy bun, are you one hundred percent sure it’s that far away? Maybe you should sleep in the extra room starting tonight.”

To everyone’s surprise, you don’t obediently nod to the Alpha. Instead, you thump your feet and puff out your chest as stubbornly as you know how. “But it’s not for another two days! That’s unfair! I think I know my heats better than anyone else.”

Now, with any other hybrid in the house, Namjoon would be standing firm with his suggestion. However, he’s extra cautious when it comes to you—not wanting to seem like he’s once again belittling your autonomy as a prey hybrid. So, he concedes.

“Okay bun, you know what’s best for you.”

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“What’s with him?” Taehyung asks upon seeing his usually-laid-back Yoongi hyung visibly tense.

“Eunwoo’s back in town. He’s asked to have dinner with Yoongi and I. He’s just a bit nervous but he’ll be alright. Right Yoongs?”

The cat hybrid lets out an unconvincing yes, brows still furrowed in worry.

“Eunwoo?” You inquire, and Jungkook fills in the gaps.

“Eunwoo hyung is Yoongi’s former caretaker. He was friends with Jin hyung in college and asked him to take Yoongi in when he joined the military.”

“He’s back for a couple days before he’s deployed again.” Jin further explains.

You nod, still a little confused on why Yoongi looks so on edge but deciding it best to not prod further.

“Joonie, take this” Jin says, handing the wolf a credit card, “since both Yoongi and I will be gone, and we can’t be sure the kitchen won’t burn down with just you guys. Order whatever you like.” Namjoon rolls his eyes at the remark, smiling nonetheless.

“I vote tacos” Jimin enthusiastically chimes in. His hybrid counterpart, Hoseok, laughs along, tuning into the conversation while keeping his main focus on Yoongi—stroking the cat hybrid’s back gently the entire time. Yoongi leans into the touch, grateful for Hoseok’s calming presence. Hoseok doesn’t leave Yoongi’s side until the moment Jin has to separate them to get Yoongi out the door, even then the dog hybrid doesn’t miss the chance to help Yoongi put his collar on.

With the two of them alone for the car ride, Jin attempts to soothe the cat’s nerves.

“He really misses you, you know that? The first thing he asked me was how you were doing.”

“Well if he cared that much, he shouldn’t have left.”

The rest of the ride is silent and stiff. Before long, Yoongi finds himself sitting opposite of the man he dreaded seeing. At the very least, Jin is still beside him, holding his hand under the table. Yoongi attempts to hide behind the restaurant menu, but Eunwoo earnestly speaks up.

“What about the ravioli for you, Yoongi? You love ravioli, don’t you?”

The cat hybrid doesn’t dare make eye contact, but his tone is ice cold. “Not anymore. Grew out of it.”

Jin nervously cracks a joke to ease the tension but hurt is evident on Eunwoo’s face. The dinner continues on with the two humans catching up while the cat hybrid picks at his meal. It’s when Jin excuses himself to go to the restroom when the tension is at an all-time high.

“Yoongi, will you please at least look at me? I know I’m not your caretaker anymore, but I’m still trying my best to be a part of your life. Please don’t shut me out.”

It’s the first time that night that Yoongi meets eyes with the man.

“You don’t get to be a part of my life after you dumped me onto someone else.”

Eunwoo’s heart further cracks at the biting remark, coming from the hybrid who used to look at him with hearts in his eyes.

“Leaving you was the hardest decision I’ve ever made”

“Then why’d you do it?”

“Because I had to! Because I was lost Yoongi, and everyday you were with me I was reminded of how I couldn’t do anything for you. You were behind on vaccines because I couldn’t afford them! You couldn’t go to hybrid parks because I didn’t have time to take you! My life was a mess and I felt so selfish for making you go through all of that because of me. The army really straightened me out, gave me the direction I so badly needed—but you and I both know how miserable the hybrids on base are. This is the best thing I could possibly do for you.”

“But I missed you.” Yoongi tries to hold back a choked sob, but tears roll down his cheeks at a faster pace than he can wipe them off. Without a second to spare, his old caretaker is taking the seat besides him, wiping away the tears.

“I missed you too. I’m so sorry it turned out this way, but you’re happy, aren’t you? Jin and all those hybrids, they make you happy, right?”

He nods through the tears, too many emotions all being felt at once.

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This time the ride back home is much lighter, on both Yoongi and Seokjin.

“You know I like being with you, right hyung? I was never upset that he left me with you.”

“I know Yoongs, you don’t have to worry about me. I know you love us. You also love him, though, and you don’t have to pretend like you’re okay all the time when I can tell you miss him.”

“I just—I thought he’d always be by my side. And then one day he wasn’t. The part that sucks the most is that I am happy now, but I’m worried that this is all temporary too.” He looks out the window, not wanting to voice his fears while looking in Jin’s direction.

“It’s completely valid to have those fears, but I’m not going anywhere Yoongi. Neither are the others. Eunwoo can’t take care of you, but he loves you enough to trust you with someone who can. Someone who will take care of you for the rest of your life.”

Yoongi steals a glance at his caretaker, letting himself believe the words for now. It’s when he’s relaxed more into the seat does the hybrid realize this isn’t the way back home.

“Um Jin, where are we going?”

The man cracks a mischievous smile, eyes still transfixed on the road. “Somewhere that you’ll really like.”

The roads are curvy and uphill, causing the two to swerve with the car on occasion. Yoongi observes the passing buildings with perplexity, not recognizing this as any part of town he’s ever been to. Seokjin keeps his playful air of mystery, looking on amusedly as Yoongi tries to make sense of his surroundings. The car stops into an unfamiliar driveway, the driveway of a house that leans miles high over them—tall and wide frame dauntingly casting a shadow.

“C’mon kitty” is all the older man says before getting out the door and walking to the front door, all while Yoongi sprawls to not be left behind.

“Hyung, can you tell me now?”

“Look” he points to a sign with bold black letters reading ESTATE SALE.

“You brought me to an estate sale?”

“Yup. I want to spruce up the house but I have no idea where to start. That’s where you, our designated interior design expert, come in.”

Yoongi’s heart jumps in excitement, hands already itching to examine every piece of furniture in the ginormous house. Things up until now have been an emotional roller-coaster, but a few hours here is just what Yoongi needs to decompress—and his caretaker is well aware of that.

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You’re okay. You keep telling everyone around you that you’re okay. You keep telling yourself that you’re okay. Because frankly, you’ve made too much of a scene not to be. The pride you felt when you stood your ground about your heat cycle is still fresh in your mind. But maybe—just maybe—you’ve been too prideful. Maybe Namjoon has a point. Because right now, as you’re in a cuddle puddle with the dog hybrids and Jungkook in the living room, something snaps. It snaps so roughly, so deliciously, that you feel the wind being knocked out of your lungs. Air feels like a secondary need, second to the pleasure you need to be feeling right now. Everything hurts, your core aches, and you know the universe is mocking you right now. You’ve been so adamant about your heat schedule that you entirely ignored the possibility of going into it early—a common occurrence of when a prey hybrid experiences high stress between cycles. It’s never happened to you before, but it happening now makes perfect sense considering your whole life has been twisted inside out since your last heat. You don’t want to draw attention to it, but the intensity building up inside you has tears threatening to pour. The hybrids with you notice immediately, the scent of the air turning unmistakably more pungent. The salty scent of desire, undeniable pheromones of lust swirling around you—too strong for any of them to act indifferent to.

It's Jimin that takes your face into his hands first, startled expression as he sees the pain in your eyes. “Bun…you’re in heat…” His voice is on edge, not expecting this nor knowing what to do. His rational brain would take you to the outside room immediately, but your pheromones are hazing that rationality in all three hybrids. Yoongi was the only hybrid that’s ever helped a prey through heat—the others are nowhere near equipped to handle just how strongly the heat pheromones affect predator hybrids in particular.

“Please help” you cry out, voice breaking in the process.

The words mixed with your scent send the dog hybrids into a primal frenzy. Jimin kisses you hard, sucking on your lips in a manner that’ll no doubt leave them bruised after. Hoseok is tearing your clothes off, as well as losing his own. The youngest hybrid is the only one who stills in hesitance. The dog hybrids are no strangers to taking care of your needs, but Jungkook has never had you in that way before. As high as your scent has him, he still keeps a distance, unsure if you even want him to help you through your heat. He feels guilty even looking—no, ogling—at your nude form right now. The curve of your perky ass, the stiff peaked nipples that top your breasts, your already glistening cunt; every detail he tries to commit to memory, scared he’ll never be able to see it again. He watches with tense posture as Hoseok slides two fingers into your cunt with ease, with you begging for more. He continues watching as Hoseok fucks three long digits all the way into your cunt while Jimin takes your mouth with equal ferocity. You’re beyond the point of forming coherent sentences, heat making you cock dumb and only able to beg. It’s when one of your hands reach towards Jungkook that he stops being just a spectator; Jimin’s cock has you unable to talk, but your eyes and hand motions do well to plead the wolf hybrid to join.

“A-are you sure bun?”

You let go of Jimin’s cock with a pop sound, taking a moment to catch your breath before answering.

“Please Kook…need you…need your cock…please” The words “please” keep falling from your lips like a mantra, in rhythm with Hoseok’s fingers pumping you good.

The oldest dog hybrid is used to taking charge, which makes things a lot easier for everyone in this moment. “You heard her Kook. Our desperate little bun needs your cock. Are you going to deny a poor bunny in heat?”

The wolf shakes his head instantly, doing well to strip out of his all-black clothing. He stands bare, cock straight up and yearning to be inside of you, but even your exquisite pheromones can’t make Jungkook forget his pack hierarchy.

“Joon hyung…I need his permission.”

That’s when a low snicker intrudes the moment between the four of you. You all turn your heads to the wolves’ bedroom door, where Namjoon and Taehyung are standing with hyperfocused vision.

“My little beta never forgets his manners, does he?” The Alpha quips, looking proud. The other beta watches with lust-filled pupils, hiding behind his Alpha as if your scent is something dangerous.

“please…need all of you…it hurts” your trying your best to plead, but Jimin’s assault on your throat makes the words come out raspy. Speaking of the youngest dog hybrid and his cock, he pushes it right back down your throat again. This isn’t like the other time he’s been in your mouth, when he was gentle and had all the patience in the world—right now, he’s a creature of instinct, and his instinct is to breed your mouth.

Namjoon makes his way to the loveseat adjacent from the couch, getting the perfect view of everything. Taehyung follows close by but stops at the couch rather than the loveseat: your scent intoxicating him.

“Go on, I want to see both of my betas stuff that tight little cunt.”

Taehyung’s eyes go wide, and Jungkook thanks his lucky stars that his Alpha is not in a denying mood. If Namjoon is affected by your pheromones, he’s doing a damn good job showing restraint—opting instead to sit back in a commandeering position with his large hand palming over his sweats.

Hoseok helps the Alpha’s command come to fruition, taking his fingers out and gripping your thighs open as invitation for the betas. Jungkook doesn’t waste a single second, plunging into your heat like a possessed man. You gag around Jimin at the sudden intrusion, and the dog hybrid takes himself out to let you adjust for a second. Just for a second, though, because he’s back in your mouth in no time. Jungkook’s head is thrown back in ecstasy, guttural moans spilling with each heavenly thrust inside of you. No one can tell exactly when Taehyung loses all of his clothes, but it’s not long before the other beta is holding his cock in hand, waiting impatiently to feel you.

“Kook, don’t be greedy. Let Tae have a turn.”

“Yes Alpha” his words are readily obedient, but it takes the wolf a lot of willpower to keep from diving back into you.

Taehyung takes full advantage of his turn, getting fully lost in both your cunt and your scent. That’s why he’s also struggling when Namjoon orders another switch. The two betas fuck you like that for a while, taking turns controlled by their Alpha as Hoseok keeps your legs open and Jimin keeps your mouth busy.

It doesn’t help that every time Jimin lets you breathe, you use the time to beg the words “harder” and “more.” The words only egg Jimin on, making him fuck you even harder until he’s emptied his seed deep down your throat.

Jungkook is the first to fill your cunt up, and Taehyung is second (both with the Alphas permission, of course). Hoseok succumbs to temptation and sinks into your cum-filled folds too, leaving his big load in there as well. Without your mouth occupied, screams of pleasure fill the house in no time. It’s during Hoseok’s turn when you get your first orgasm, no doubt because of his skilled movements on your clit. Your high hits as fast and hard as your heat, making every cell in your body ascend in pleasure. It takes a minute for the aftershocks to subside, your legs gradually slowing down in their shaking—as well as the rest of your body. It’s all too much and not nearly enough at the same time: the orgasm leaving you breathless, but your libido still crying out for more. You look at the Alpha, still showing immense restraint, eyes picking you apart alone. His gaze is taunting, and you’ve lost all pride to not give in.

“Joon, please fuck me” it’s the most coherent you’ve been since your heat hit, but you know you need to string a sentence or two together to get the Alpha’s approval. “need you so bad Alpha. Need your cock so bad it hurts.”

He doesn’t say anything back, just cocks an eyebrow at you like he’s expecting something. Like you should know what to do right now. Your mind is cluttered and horny and your grasping at straws to figure out what he’s expecting. You’ve already begged…oh. You’ve only begged. His words from before ring clear in your otherwise hazy mind.

“If you want me, you’ll have to kneel and beg first.”

With no explanation to the other hybrids, you half-fall-half-crawl off the couch, away from their hands on you. They all watch the mixture of cum drip down your thighs, cunt practically slobbering over the couch and carpet as you make your way down. You look right into the Alpha’s eyes, knowing this is what he’s asking for as you crawl over—unable to walk even if you wanted to. It’s when your right in front of the loveseat do you stop, giving him one last pleading look before ducking your head to meet his feet. You let your head fall onto his feet in complete submission.

“Please fuck me Alpha” you get out in your most desperate tone yet.

The Alpha’s smirk grows tenfold.

“Gladly, little prey.”

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A/N: Thank you guys for waiting patiently as my health recovered and I could put this part out! As always, I’m overwhelmed in the best way with your enthusiasm for the series. The people that comment and reblog especially make me so motivated to write!! As of right now, the next part is planned to be the final. What I have planned for it feels like a natural conclusion to the series. It will be out much quicker than this one for sure!

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