#endangeredspeciesfic

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Shattered Pieces: Glue

Description: Kittens and Cubs grow quickly, and life goes on faster than you would like, but you still get to enjoy the ride.

Warnings: If this doesn’t destroy you a little, I give up as a writer.

Posted: 03/16/2020

Tags: hybrid bts, yoongi x reader

Mostly fluff with a surprise: 4,288 words

A/N: Last Part!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’ve been really stuck on this for a while, and I just wanted to finish this series so I could move on. So, I hope you guys like it and please let me know what you think of it!!!!!

You checked the clock again, then shrugged at Hoseok. “If they’re not back in half an hour we might have to send a search party.”

He nodded. “I know they thought to do this because Jimin used to catch the turkey every year, but Jimin spent days getting the turkey, and he mostly rounded up turkeys and then picked the one he wanted and released the others before humanely killing the turkey. A couple days before he planned to cook it.”

You rolled your eyes. “They were determined.”

“Predators,” Jungkook sighed, dramatic. He jumped back as you slapped at him for sneaking bites of the stuffing that you were preparing for tomorrow.

Jin hummed softly. “The babes are awake.”

You smiled and followed him to the nursery, checking on your coloring babes (all but Jihun—who had been dragged along despite his reservations) before getting your bitty babes who were still roly-polying in their separate cribs.

Yerin was babbling a little.

Cheolmin was sucking on his hand, but his eyes fell onto you and smiled.

Soyoung was barely awake.

You picked up Cheolmin, cuddling him close with a purr. “Look at my sleepy boy.”

Jin had Yerin, changing her diaper while she made various babble noises. “I still can’t believe they went hunting on Christmas Eve Day. There’s so much to do! I know Namjoon hasn’t finished Christmas shopping yet.”

“He’ll realize his mistake sooner or later.” You shrugged a little, and rubbing Soyoung’s belly as the kitten slowly blinked awake. She had mostly black fur like Yoongi, and you honestly thought she was the spitting image of her appa if it weren’t for the white stripe on the back of her left ear.

Yerin had your coloring.

Cheolmin was mixed between the two of you, but he had his dad’s eyes.

Yerin had your mother’s eyes, and sometimes when she blinked up at you….

You smiled softly as you stepped to the side for Hoseok to pick up Soyoung.

“So soft,” Jin whispered, nuzzling one of Yerin’s ears. “Baby fur is the best. Misuk’s baby fur is growing out.”

“I know, she’s getting big.” You sighed in resignation. “Soon we won’t have baby-soft fur to play with on her.”

“Terrifying,” Hoseok said, shuddering. “They’re growing too quickly.”

“Jihun reminds me of Jimin when we first met him,” Jin said, smiling.

Jungkook grinned and nodded. “I know. I found a picture of us from back then.”

“You’ll have to show me,” You said, pushing away the dissatisfaction of not being able to meet your cubs real parents. It was driving you crazy, because you couldn’t even watch their home videos because no one knew where they were. They’d been searching for the past three weeks because Jihun asked about it at Thanksgiving and all of them were certain there were home videos but none of them were certain where they were. You figured you’d probably find them the moment you started looking, because that’s a mom’s superpower and you’ve had that power for a long time. You just hadn’t had the chance since the kids were especially clingy ever since you’d had the kittens. You didn’t mind, it wasn’t an unhealthy clingyiness, but the addition of the milky scent on you made you a little more motherly and comforting to them. And Jihun needed a lot of help with his homework lately.

“Moooommm! We’re back,” Jihun sounded desperate and distressed.

You handed Cheolmin to Jungkook and darted out, freezing and covering your mouth.

All of them were filthy. Muddy, covered in leaves, dirt smeared on their faces and they definitely didn’t catch a turkey.

Jihun looked like he’d been dropped in a lake before the mud and leaves, his hair dripping.

Yoongi winced. “We, uh, we fought a muddy hill?”

“And thought coming in the back door was a good idea? Go around to the front. I’ll get some towels, Jihun.” You ushered them back out, darting to the linen closet and grabbing the beach towels for them. Your baby was probably chilled to the bone, and you didn’t want to send him back out, but you really didn’t want to deal with mud on the carpet.

Jihun was shivering but you quickly wrapped him in a towel. “Cold.”

“We’ll get you in a bath, baby,” You said comfortingly, helping him out of his shoes.

He nodded.

You managed to scoop him up (getting objecting sounds from all six men) and carried him to the nearest bathroom, setting him down and running a bath. “I’ll go get you some clean clothes and a towel, okay? Hoseok will be here to help you wash behind your ears. And your tail.”

He made a strangled sound, but nodded.

You kissed a clean spot on his forehead, then tested the water. “Alright, test the water before you get in, but I think it’s okay right now.”

He nodded again, shivering out of his clothes as you got out a big fluffy towel and let Hoseok slip past you.

The other boys were carefully traipsing to the other bathrooms, but you quickly passed them to get to Jihun’s room and grab him clean clothes, opting for his favorite pajamas since it was toward the evening anyway.

Hoseok took the clothes, gesturing that Jihun was half-asleep.

You nodded and went to check on the rest of your babies, seeing they were still coloring contentedly and talking to the kittens like they would understand.

Then you hurried upstairs to check on your mate.

Taehyung was pouting at the bathroom door. “Oh, come on, Namjoonie!”

You snorted and headed further, guessing Yoongi went right to the bathroom the others didn’t use—the one in Jimin’s old room.

He was already out of the shower and in boxers when you slipped in, but winced as he saw your face. “Yeah, I know, that was dangerous. I didn’t mean for that to happen, and we got him back here in record time.”

“No more pretending you know how to hunt. Stick to fishing, you’re better at it. Anyway, we figured this would happen and bought a turkey. It’s already brining.” You shook your head at the pile of muddy clothes. “You guys are so doing the laundry.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I’ll gather up the muddy clothes and take care of them. How were the other kids?”

“Angels,” You replied, hearing the relief in it and laughing a bit. “Heirannie is teaching Jowoon to color in between the lines, not very successfully, but he’s actually improved throughout the day. Misuk is using the magic markers so she can’t make a mess.”

“They’re growing up so fast,” He whispered.

“Soyoung looks so much like you,” You whispered back, wrapping your arms around his neck. His skin was still warm from his shower, and it felt nice.

He purred a little, seeming embarrassed at how pleased he was by that. “Yerin looks more like you.”

“Has your hair, my mom’s eyes, and my fur,” You whispered. “But your adorable nose and mouth.”

He melted a little more under your touch, a mess of purring and fur. “I just want this time to last forever.”

You laughed softly. “I do too. We’ll keep them young forever, you and me.”

He laughed with you, hugging you more tightly. “You and me.”

——

You didn’t keep them young.

Jihun had been so excited to go to school. He’d woken up an hour before everyone else, he’d eaten breakfast and gotten ready for school, and then waited on teh couch for everyone else to get up, asking the first person—you, getting up to take care of the triplets who were two years old at the time—if it was time to leave yet.

You’d gotten him to help you with the triplets to distract him.

The only moment he seemed to be reluctant was when his siblings started crying at his leaving them. Heiran was especially inconsolable.

But Hoseok, Yoongi, and Yourself ushered Jihun out the door, and took him to school.

You and Hoseok cried on the way back to the house because Jihun was growing up so quickly and he was so independent.

Yoongi was quiet, but he spent an extra long time with all of the younger cubs that day.

Jihun had come home, quiet, eating his snack and cuddling up next to you without a word. Apparently not having said a word to Namjoon and Taehyung except to say hello and get into the car.

When he finally did say something, he murmured that he’d missed everyone here and that everyone else already had friends.

Seokjin had chuckled softly, then pulled Jihun into his arms. “Your father felt the same way. But he met Taehyung. And Taehyung introduced him to us. Just do your best, be nice to the other kids—”

“But if they bite you, bite back,” Yoongi muttered, earning glares and scoffs from Hoseok and Taehyung.

Seokjin just leveled him with an unamused look before turning back to Jihun. “And eventually you’ll meet some good friends. And if you don’t…well, we love you and we’ll find you sports or something you can play to make friends that way.” He stroked Jihun’s hair.

Jihun looked up at him, then shifted so he could hug the bunny-hybrid, face in the crook of his neck like he did as a cub. “If I don’t like it….”

“Then you can go back to homeschooling,” You agreed softly. “But I want you to give it a chance, Jihunnie.” You stroked his tail.

It flicked and he peeked at you to smile. “Okay, Mom. I’ll try. But…” His nose wrinkled. “Are we sure I’m in the right classes?”

“Oh?”

He slipped out of Jin’s arms, and grabbed his backpack, pulling out his school books and passing them to you.

You looked over it and sighed internally. The cubs ate up their lessons faster than you could come up with them, and Jihun was especially attentive in his schoolwork. Which meant he’d surpassed his classmates. But the schools insisted that he stay with his age group. “Well, we’ll figure something out, okay?”

He nodded, curling up into Hoseok’s lap with a soft chuff before falling asleep.

And he did make friends, quickly growing popular among his classmates, and yet he still spent most of his time at home with his siblings. He would go to their houses now and then, and he would have them for outdoor playdates, easily explaining that his siblings got sick really easily.

And he joined the soccer team, quickly becoming one of the star players.

Heiran was growing quickly too. She was active and playful and fast. So fast. She picked up languages like they were the triplets blocks, and while she still clung to you, and her family, she also was confident and strangely self-assured. She laughed easily and was excited for the day she could finally go to school—but didn’t do nearly as well there, reverting to her muteness and asking to be pulled out after the first three months. She blossomed again once she was home, though she still bounced back and forth between mute and loquacious.

Jowoon didn’t even want to try public school, but he joined an outdoor adventure club and quickly made his own friends. He was a bit of a home-body, having been cuddly all throughout his childhood and he definitely was still your baby. He was thoughtful, often sitting and asking Namjoon questions for hours after you would run out of answers, until Yoongi would step in and get him to help with some chore or other. Jowoon loved helping fix things, and there was a bet between Jungkook, Taehyung, and Hoseok about what his future profession would be.

Misuk was probably the sassiest of all of the cubs, extremely independent as an elementary-aged cub, and oddly protective of the triplets. She had strong opinions, and was so expressive that sometimes you all had to stop yourselves from laughing when she needed to be scolded for talking back because she was so…confident in her decisions. She hated messes, and was picky about her clothes in the cutest way. She would only get messy if she was in her messy clothes. She was the hardest to keep away from her siblings friends, because she wanted to be with them but it was still dangerous given her immune system.

And then there were your triplets.

All of them were doted on by the cubs, and they didn’t mind staying away from outsiders for their siblings sake—not really even noticing because they were too busy listening to Jihun read a story to them. Or the girls would be playing with dolls while the boys were outside playing soccer.

Heiran bounced between both groups on those days (not that they were always separated, they especially all loved swimming together—though your kittens were definitely not fans at first and Soyoung definitely wouldn’t swim unless her oldest brother and Uncle Taehyung were also swimming), and she was usually on one team while the boys were on the other because she was fast and fierce. Everytime you saw her win with an astonishing amount of ferocity, you were reminded of your first Thanksgiving with the cubs, when she batted every kill-spot on Taehyung.

The scariest moment was when she found one of Jihun’s friends inside the house—with a cold. Granted, he’d only run in to use the bathroom, and with your permission.

But she’d literally dragged him out of the house with a growl (he was taller than her and weighed more and she wasn’t struggling), and the way she snarled at Jowoon had your fur rising and your kittens hiding in Yoongi’s arms while you had to calm her down.

She hadn’t even been thirteen.

Time flies too fast.

Jin and Jungkook lived in the carraige-house, never too far, but sometimes retreating to themselves. They were a mess, but a pretty happy mess that were actively involved in the cubs lives.

The other boys had their own lives, still coming around as often as they could—especially Hoseok, who eventually become some part of the strange relationship that Jungkook and Jin had.

You didn’t care to ask as long as your cubs and kits were okay.

Taehyung ended up mating with a sweet dog-hybrid, and they had pups some five years after your kits were born.

Namjoon ended up going overseas to open another division of his and Taehyung’s company, leaving for a few months at a time, before coming back for another few months to catch up with his favorite tigers, kittens, and pups. Eventually, he brought home a mate from his trip, who melded right into the family.

And Yoongi somehow started a revolution that established so much protection for humans that their numbers started rising again while still being the most active father/father-figure anyone could ask for. He was often exhausted, but you liked to think that you rewarded him well for his hard work.

———

“I can’t see,” Yerin whined, going up on her tiptoes again.

Namjoon scooped her up, putting her on his shoulders. “See him now?”

“Yes! Jihun!” She called.

Jihun turned and grinned, waving before signaling her to be quiet.

It wasn’t long before the Cheolmin and Soyoung were perched on Seokjin’s and Taehyung’s shoulders—respectively—to watch, though Soyoung did so with her hands over her ears from the noise of the crowd. She didn’t like noisy places, usually clinging and hiding with Yoongi or whoever was closest.

Jowoon and Misuk could see a little better, having both better positions, and standing on the chairs.

Heiran could see without standing on a chair, though she did have to go up on her tip-toes.

Both girls were carefully surrounded by yourself and the guys, having gotten more than their fair share of their mother’s looks, and getting quite a few lingering looks. They were already increasingly careful around their own brother’s friends and Misuk was only eleven.

Yoongi sighed. “This has to be a dream. He can’t be graduating high-school next week.”

You just smiled, looking at your family, then back at your oldest. “What are you going to do when it’s Heiran? Or Jowoon? Or Misuk—”

“Stop,” he grumbled. “You’re making me sad.”

You purred, taking his hand. “Just enjoy it, you softy. He’s valedictorian. And he wants to be a doctor.”

“He’s been taking college classes for the past two years, does it really count?” Heiran asked casually, but her gaze was proudly fixed on her brother as he stepped up to the podium to make a speech that had been a long time coming. It wasn’t his speech as valedictorian, but it was a speech his teachers had asked to give after he turned it in for a class.

You shushed her, grateful you didn’t have to worry about filming since Jungkook definitely had that covered.

Jihun—looking every bit like his father, with a certain something of his mother in his smile—gazed over the crowd after his initial greeting. “Next Friday marks the day that all of us have been waiting for. It’s a day of transition. It marks the end of one part of our lives, and the beginning of another as we leave the safety of this institution and enter the world of our parents and teachers. This can be terrifying, the unknown can be terrifying. My life…” He stopped, looking down and then quickly looking up, seeking you all out again and nodding. “My life has been filled with days of transition. Some that I don’t remember, such as the day I first became an older brother, and others that I do. I remember the day that I stopped thinking my life was normal, a day I know my family wishes I could forget, when myself and my mother were kidnapped and rescued by my father. I had never given thought to the fact that my mother was human, or what my species even meant for myself—and I didn’t understand until much later. I remember when I transitioned from having two parents that loved me and my siblings so completely, to being an orphan.”

Yoongi’s grip tightened on your hand, and you could see Heiran glance at you in the corner of your eye, but your gaze was fixed on Jihun.

“I remember my Uncles—friends of my parents, the only thing close to family that they had—desperately trying to fill the void my parents had left. The day my mom, my adoptive mom, came into our lives and made us into a family again. I remember wondering if my sister would ever talk again after losing our parents, and the pure joy that came when she did. I remember deciding that my mom could be just that, my mom. Finding out that those responsible for the death of my parents finally paid the price. Becoming an adopted brother. Watching my family change, and grow. Being able to finally go to school with other kids my age and make friends outside of my siblings. There have been so many days where my life has changed so completely, even if it was just from a change in my own perspective. In the way I viewed things. Our lives will always be filled with unknowns, but…because of my life before now, I’m not afraid of what the future holds. I know that my family will always catch me if I fall. I want to be a doctor, and I know that the road ahead of me will be hard. I know there will be times when I get scolded because I haven’t been taking care of myself—because I was raised by the most selfless people I will ever know. I know they’ll catch me when I do fall, because I watched them catch each other.”

He met your gaze across the crowd. “We are entering a world that has been changed by those that came before us. A world where humans are more than just…a means to an end. A world my parents died trying to make, and that my family continued to fight for—all while protecting us from those who opposed it. We are the next generation, and we have the ability to further that change, and make the world even better for those that come after. To learn from those that came before us. We will fall, and we will rise again. And we might fall a lot. But to change the world, and to help others…sometimes we’ll have to step back and take care of ourselves first.” He smiled a little to himself. “We help when we’re healthy, we rest if we’re sick, but if there’s a fire—we jump in and help as much as we can. And that doesn’t mean we get ourselves killed, Jeremy.”

His class started laughing and heckling Jeremy.

Not that your family wasn’t laughing, you all were familiar with Jeremy and the kid sometimes lacked common sense in a comical, life-threatening sort of way.

“I’ve had everything and nothing in my life,” Jihun continued after they calmed down. “I don’t know what’s next, but we’re going into this world with everything this school and our parents could provide us. Not everyone is that lucky. I want us all to leave here, and do at least one good thing. Just one. I know I can never surpass the things my adoptive family have done, I can never hope to be half as good as they are, but they make me want to try. To try and honor my deceased family. To set a good example for my younger siblings. To take care of myself and others. To gather up the shattered pieces and put them together again, just like my Mom did for me and my siblings, and my Uncles. That, which is far easier said than done, is my impossible dream that I hope to work toward everyday with my family to guide and support me. That is the one thing that I learned here, that I will never forget.”

You stood there, breathless as the audience clapped for him. Your little cub, all grown up.

Cheolmin was on the ground again, and he tugged on your sleeve. “Mommy, he’s adopted?”

Heiran started laughing, but she was crying as well. She tugged the 9-year-old into a hug. “We’ll explain later, Cheol.”

You ran a hand over her hair, pressing a kiss to her temple.

Jihun slipped in, taller than you now, taller than Yoongi. A young man, only shadows of that seven-year-old cub you first met evident in the way he looked at you.

You squeezed his hand, knowing he was out of words. Knowing exactly what he was saying.

Yerin practically ran into his leg, hugging it with her ginger tail lashing playfully, looking up at him with a grin. “You talk pretty.”

Jihun started laughing, scooping her up easily since she was tiny (even smaller than Soyoung) and he definitely had the musculature befitting a white tiger. “Thanks, Yerin. You’re always pretty. So is Soyoung, and Misuk, and Heirannie,” He added quickly when her mouth opened, then he rubbed his nose against hers. “And Mom.”

She giggled and kept hugging his neck.

Soyoung was falling asleep on Yoongi’s shoulder.

“Let’s get home,” Yoongi said.

Sitting at home later with your cubs and kittens, and the six men who had unknowingly changed the course of every life in that house, watching home videos that ranged from when Jihun was just a newborn cub, to a couple of years ago, you figured that even though it might not be the same as before, the shattered pieces of all of your lives had come together to create something new and even more beautiful.

And (unless you could bring their parents back, without losing your life with Yoongi, and your cubs and kits) you wouldn’t change it for anything in the world.

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Jimin woke with a start, checking on his precious mate before rushing down the hall to check on all of his cubs, then Yoongi and Seokjin—who had just moved in that day. The other guys would be moving in later that week.

He shook himself and got a glass of water, taking it back upstairs.

She was awake, and she looked at him sleepily. “You okay?”

“Bad dream. Weird dream. We died.”

She hummed shifting and sitting up. “Just us? Or the cubs—”

“Cubs were fine, the guys took care of them. They had help, but…everything worked out.” He set the glass down and crawled back into the bed with her.

She was humming a song now, stroking his cheek. “Oh?”

He nodded. “That meeting. I think it’s a good thing we didn’t go to it.”

She smiled. “Who helped them?”

“She was a teacher. Cat hybrid. Her and Yoongi ended up becoming mates.”

She nodded. “Well, maybe we should finally do as we’ve been discussing and get Jihun a tutor?”

Jimin nodded. “I’m starting to struggle.”

“Then we’ll look into it in the morning, and increase security otherwise?” She asked, sounding only a little uncertain.

He chuffed lovingly at her. “You’re so perfect.”

She just grinned at him, perfectly irresistable.

“Eomma?” Jihun whispered softly from the doorway.

She sat up again. “Jihun? Everything okay?”

He ran in and climbed onto the bed, snuggling between Jimin and her. He sighed in relief. “I had nightmares again.”

Jimin pressed a kiss to his forehead. “You’re safe, kiddo. I’m not letting any of you go.”

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Hi!! Can I also (if okay) please request a Jimin Drabble in “Endangered Species”? One where it shows their wedding day? Super fluffy, adorable, and sweet!! Jimin being the sweetest man as always💜

Sooooooo, they didn’t actually get married. In a completely hybrid world, everything is in mating partners. Also, I’m trying not to write for Endangered Species anymore. I have one part left and then I’m not doing it anymore. It’s been going for a really long time now. Everything has an end. 

So, this is the last thing before the last part of Shattered Pieces.

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You perked up, hearing the front door close. “Jiminie?”

“Close your eyes!” He called, sounding excited.

You rubbed your belly, closing your eyes and waiting for him, counting.

“You’re counting again,” He teased, sounding like he was right in front of you now.

“I’m waiting,” You whispered, smiling. “Patiently.”

“What am I at?”

“99, 100, 101--”

He kissed you. “Okay, open.”

You did, first seeing his happy face--eyes squinted with how big he was grinning, then the huge bouquet of flowers he had brought you.

You breathed in, already making a squealing sound as you buried your face in the fragrant bouquet. Heavenly.

He laughed. “I also brought home strawberries.”

You snapped out of the bouquet, eyes huge. “Really?”

He nodded, grinning. “Really. I know how much you love them.”

You pulled him in and gave him a kiss. “I love you.”

He chuffed softly, then kissed you again. “I adore you. How’s the cub?”

You pouted. “He doesn’t sit still until you come home.”

“Is he moving now?”

You nodded.

He got quiet, moving in to feel your belly where you guided him, grinning. “Hello, cub. We’re really excited for you to come.”

The baby grew still as Jimin continued to talk, actually telling you about his day, but still, the baby was always calmer when Jimin was talking, giving your lungs a reprieve from his kicking.

“Better?” Jimin asked, pressing a kiss to your belly.

“Always,” You whispered, running your fingers through his hair. “He’s gonna love his Appa.”

Jimin grinned, purring and chuffing as he propped himself up and kissed you again. “You’ll be a better mother.”

“We’ll be the best together.” You compromised, cuddling up to him. “Like we should.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Our cub is going to be amazing.”

“Mmm, you only want one?”

His purring got louder and his arms wrapped more tightly around you. “Or three.”

You laughed. “As long as I can count them on one hand.”

He nuzzled up to you, rubbing your belly. “Agreed.”

#drabble days #endangeredspeciesfic #reader x jimin #hybrid!jimin #park jimin

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Shattered Pieces: As Time Flies

Description: Time is a funny thing, and life makes it fly by faster than you can think with your mate, cubs, and all the other guys.

Warnings: If you haven’t guessed it by now, there’s a lot of stuff that happens and you’ll need to use your own judgement, if it starts to trigger you or something, just stop reading. It’s okay.

Posted: 11/15/19

Tags: hybrid bts, yoongi x reader

So much Angst/some fluff: 5,250 words

A/N: This isn’t my best quality work, but I had a lot to cover and just wanted to get it over with so I could move on. So, yeah. Have this pathetic excuse for a chapter.

“I can’t be confined to bed, I’ve got four kits, a puppy, a mate and four other men that rely on me to a degree they don’t even understand themselves,” You argued with the doctor, but you knew it was futile before you even tried.

“Look, if you want your kittens to make it, you’re going to have to limit your movement to less than three-hundred steps a day. No stairs, no lifting, no bending, if you aren’t walking, you’re sitting.”

Yeah, Yoongi wasn’t going to let you out of his sight.

“And you need to limit the stress in your environment.”

You tilted your head. “Four kits, a puppy, a mate, and four other men and you want me…” You started laughing. “To limit the stress in my environment?”

“If you want your kittens to survive, yes.”

You shook your head, not having any other response. “I want my mate.”

“Miss—”

“Let. Him. In.” You gritted out, glaring at them.

The doctor finally nodded, and they backed out.

Yoongi rushed in, quickly coming to your side but hovering just before touching you, as if afraid he’ll hurt you. “What’d they say?”

“I’m okay, and the baby is okay, but I’m on bed-rest, and I need to reduce the stress in my environment.”

“Or?”

“Or we might lose the baby,” You whispered, shuddering.

He quickly pressed in to scent you, obviously distressed as well, but it was comforting to have him by your side. “So…it was just stress?”

You shrugged, tucking your head into his neck for safety.

His hand lightly brushed over your stomach. “I know it’ll drive you crazy, but we’ll figure it out, okay?

You nodded. Then you frowned. “Can you get that doctor back in here?”

“Um…I can try?” He looked at you worriedly.

“Please do. She said something, and I…I’m not sure I heard her right. I was upset and I wanted you.” You fidgeted.

He nodded, and quickly kissed you a few times before heading out to find the doctor.

Hoseok came back with him and the nurse that had been with the doctor.

“Sorry, he’s with another patient right now, I understand you had questions?”

“She said kittens, plural, I was under the understanding that I was carrying one? There were no multiples in the ultrasound,” You said carefully.

The nurse’s eyes widened. “Oh?”

You looked at him expectantly.

Yoongi’s eyes were huge.

“We…saw five when we did an ultrasound upon your arrival, which isn’t unusual for cat hybrids, especially your particular breed,” He said, then looked over Yoongi quickly. “And your mate’s. I thought you knew, that’s why you passed out, you were suffering from deficiencies related to your pregnancy as well as stress.”

Hoseok caught Yoongi before he hit the floor, but he looked pretty stunned as well.

“Five?!”

———

Jin stared. “Five?! You’re going to have quintuplets?”

“Apparently it’s a fairly normal occurrence for mine and yoongi’s breeds of hybrid,” You grumbled, curling up more.

He shook his head. “And Hoseok’s the only other one that knows?”

“Yeah. We haven’t called the others yet. We aren’t sure how to tell them. One was going to be hard enough, but five?”

“And you’re considered a risky pregnancy now?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Strict bed rest.”

“Has Yoongi said anything yet?”

“Incoherent babble. Hoseok’s walking him around the block and making him drink a bottle of water before bringing him back. You have excellent timing.” You sighed and fussed at the blankets. “But where’s Jungkook?”

“When we heard you were at the hospital, I came here, he want back to the house.” He looked away, fidgeting.

“I’m sorry,” You whispered.

He looked back at you, confused.

You shook your head. “This probably didn’t help you much.”

He smiled a bit. “I told you. I’m okay today. I’m not that worried about the future of having five more kits to take care of. It’s just…Jungkook.”

You pointed to the extra pillow and he handed to you so that you could curl up a little more comfortably while looking at him. Waiting for him to continue.

“I went this time because of the interview, but also because I was worried about hurting him. He was crying before I got back to the apartment, after you called. Not when I got there, but I could tell he had been. He’s so strong, but I feel like he gets more fragile with every passing week and I can’t help but worry that I’m the one doing that to him. I tried to push him, to take care of himself, especially when I was having good days. But he always came back to me, and I…I can’t….” He sighed. “If I become the reason he breaks, I think it might kill me.”

You bit your lip, letting the silence stretch because you knew he wasn’t done talking it out.

He looked at the ceiling. “You know, it’s stupid. I snuck out because I really just…I wanted to get drunk and hook up with someone and just be…normal? I get to the damn bar, and all I can hear is Jungkook saying that depressed people shouldn’t drink because alcohol is a depressant and telling me we should go to the arcade instead because gaming doesn’t need alcohol to be fun, so I go there and I’m bored because I don’t have anyone to play the games with. I tried to give him space, and yet he’s still in my head, chirping that I should try eating good food to cheer myself up but it’s past midnight and the arcade is closing and I can’t think of where to go to find good food so instead I go back to the apartment, and sitting on the counter is ramyun and Jungkook loves ramyun and makes it really well. But he���s not there. He’s not there, and I know why, and it’s my fault because I tried to be a good…whatever I am and make sure he took care of himself. But I’m weak. I hated being there without him. I hated it. What’s wrong with me?”

“Um…kind of…sounds like you’re in—”

“Don’t say it!” Jin said, looking scared. “I know where you’re going with that sentence and don’t. Don’t…I can’t be…I…I practically raised him…he’s my brother….”

“At least you’re not actually related?” You pointed out.

He groaned. “Stop. This isn’t happening.”

“What’s not happening?” Hoseok asked, leading Yoongi in, the latter of which walked zombie-like to your side and crawled on to spoon you like he didn’t know what else to do with himself.

“Nothing,” You answered instead. “Has he made sense yet?”

“Well, he muttered something about five mouths being a lot to feed on a journalist’s paycheck, but that’s about it.” Hoseok sat beside Jin, resting an arm around Jin’s shoulders.

Jin leaned into the touch, holding your gaze. “Do you want us to leave you two alone to talk?”

“Nah, I think he’s going to sleep and I couldn’t sleep if I wanted to. Keep me company. Help me figure out what to say to everyone else.”

Hoseok shrugged. “Probably just rip the bandage off. Preferably while they’re sitting so that we don’t have to worry about head injuries.”

You sighed and nodded. “Do I have to do it?”

“Nope. We’ll make Yoongi do it tonight when we go home.”

“Not leaving,” Yoongi growled.

“You don’t have a choice, hyung, no visitors after hours. We’ll be back as soon as we can and she’s getting released in the morning. They just want to keep her under observation for the night. Besides, I think we have to move some things around if she’s not allowed to use the stairs.”

Yoongi cussed under his breath, kissing your nape. “I’m not gonna sleep.”

“You should try to—” You started arguing, but he cut you off.

“I won’t be able to. Not while you’re here.” He growled a little, but it was more upset than grumpy.

You rubbed his arm, sighing softly. “I won’t either, but that’s because this place smells and they’ve scheduled me to have extra medicine and crap in the middle of the night.”

“Hospitals are the worst,” Yoongi grumbled.

“We’ll have to deal with it for the kittens, there’s no way I’m having a home-birth. Not with five. Too risky.”

He shuddered. “Agreed. But I’ve heard there are special birthing clinics nowadays. Maybe we can go to one of those instead?”

“We can look into it,” You agreed.

——

Apparently, Heiran hadn’t released Jin since he stepped foot in the house, but she did once you were settled into the bed in yours and Yoongi’s room, which had been entirely relocated into the empty bedroom next to Misuk’s nursery on the first floor that had previously been used for storage.

All of your cubs were curled up around you that first day you were back, and quite often throughout the weeks and months that followed, no matter where you ended up.

Things were crazy, but the guys had really stepped up, despite their own lives getting busier.

VRM Fashion had started trending like crazy and Yoongi had started helping them for some extra cash since they were always short on photographers. Jin and Jungkook sometimes got roped into modeling for them as well when their male models fell-through.

Jin also had a part-time job at a company, and it wasn’t great but he liked having a job again.

Since it was summer, the kids didn’t really have lessons, but you worked with Jungkook and Hoseok to make sure the kids brains were stimulated from your stuck position. Sitting, laying down, and wishing you could walk more than three hundred steps.

The nursery looked crowded with five cribs, and the boys were already stock-piling diapers.

Yoongi had found and arranged for you to go to a special birthing house for cat-hybrids, just as medically equipped as a hospital with less germs and more specialized knowledge. When you met with them, they didn’t seem at all surprised at you being pregnant with quintuplets, but they took the concerns presented by your doctors in stride before showing you one of the nesting-rooms.

Summer flew by as your stomach inflated to an unreal size and five little bodies kicked at your stomach.

You weren’t even surprised when you went into labor early, getting to the clinic and nesting with the blankets and such that Yoongi remembered to bring from home.

One was stillborn.

But the other four were alive. Two boys. Two girls. The stillborn had been another girl.

You had known it was a risk with having multiples, and with your condition throughout your pregnancy.

“We never thought of names,” You whispered the first morning after, as you and Yoongi carefully held them all after finishing feeding.

He just purred in amusement.

Yerin and Soyoung for the girls, Cheolmin and Hyunseok for the boys.

Hyunseok had a heart defect, and the doctors were worried about his chances.

Jowoon was enamored with their existence, while Heiran was confused, but happy that she could hug you again without your stomach getting in the way.

Jihun was your helper, always willing to hold one, just like he did with Misuk, who was oblivious to this change.

He held your hand tightly while they buried Hyunseok.

“I should be more upset,” You whispered to your therapist one day. They’d forced you back in June to meet with a therapist to try and help reduce your stress levels, and you’d chosen the one Jin recommended. “I know I should. I lost two of my babies. I have five cribs, and three babies. I buried my baby after two weeks with him. But…even though I’m sad, and I wish that he’d made it, I’m also so happy because of my other three, and my cubs. Misuk is talking up a storm and she’s been telling babble stories to the babes and it’s adorable. And Jowoon is such an eager learner, and Heiran’s and Jihun are growing up so well. And the guys, and Yoongi, they’re doing well. Yoongi…he’s more affected by it than me….”

“Don’t compare what you perceive his level of grief to be to your own,” She suggested gently. “Do you feel at peace with Hyunseok’s passing?”

You nodded. “I do. We knew that he could die, and…I think he would have been in more pain than I could bear if he survived infancy. And…my stillborn daughter…I knew it was a risk, and I knew I was lucky that the four were born alive given my condition in early June. The risk is always higher for twin and triplets, how much more so with quintuplets.” You sighed.

“Have you told Yoongi your thoughts on all of this?”

You nodded.

“And how did he react?”

“He listened. He was really quiet. Then he nodded, told me he loved me, kissed me on the forehead and didn’t really say anything else about it.”

“And the other boys? How did they take Hyunseok’s passing?”

You shrugged. “They were upset.”

“Do you feel things aren’t right?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “There are other things that play into it, too. Like Jin and Jungkook. I’m pretty sure Jin is in love with Jungkook, but he’s trying not to be and so he keeps pushing Jungkook away and then pulling him close again and Jungkook’s just worried every time he’s pushed away because he’s oblivious, and then Taehyung is dating someone new and Namjoon doesn’t approve so they’ve been fighting on and off, and….”

“And you’re trying to fix everything again even though you know you can’t?”

You nodded. “It’s been a year since I met all of them, you know, and everything is so drastically different from then.”

“How so?”

“Well, for one thing, I was a little terrified of bunnies because I’d been teaching a school full of them before going to work for them as a tutor and I didn’t have much fur on my tail from it getting abused by said bunnies. They were still reeling from the loss of their brother and his wife. Heiran wasn’t speaking. I was…kind of lost. But I’m not now. I’ve never felt more…fulfilled.”

“Everyone grieves differently. You’ve accepted his death, and that doesn’t mean it doesn’t still hurt, it just means you understand why it hurts. You’re at peace with it, and that’s okay. You need to talk to Yoongi, because I think you need to have clarity on what is going through his head. If he’s not ready to talk about it, don’t push him. As for the others, it’s not your job to fix them. They’ll figure things out eventually, especially if they’re as close as you describe.”

You sighed and nodded.

Taehyung looked up as you walked into the living room later that evening. He was holding Soyoung. “Hey, how was your appointment?”

“Fine, mostly just me sorting my own thoughts.” You went and sat beside him, kissing the top of your babe’s head.

“Are you okay?” He asked, sounding more concerned.

You smiled. “I’m fine. Really. I’m actually more worried about you and Namjoon.”

“Oh, we’re good. He was right. I dumped her.” He shrugged, looking down at Soyoung.

You huffed out a laugh. “Figures.”

“I’m more concerned about Jin. He’s dropped off the face of the earth again. For all of us. He’s not answering calls, he wasn’t at work, and he’s not at the apartment.”

You pulled out your phone and quickly called Jin.

Taehyung looked surprised when it actually rang.

“Hello?”

“Jin? Where are you?” You asked, leaving Taehyung’s side so he couldn’t eavesdrop.

“Carriage house.”

“Why?”

He was quiet for a moment. “Didn’t want to face people. Didn’t have anywhere else to go where they wouldn’t look for me.”

“What happened?”

“Got fired. Again.”

You waited, hearing something more in the silence. “And?”

“I got drunk. I slept with someone.”

You bit your cheek.

“It was way worse. It was really bad.”

You took a deep breath. “I’m coming over.”

“Y/n—”

“I’m coming over,” You repeated and then hung up. “Jungkook?”

He hopped in with Jowoon on his shoulders. “Yeah?”

“Come on. I need you to help me with Jin.”

“Hyung? You’ve heard from him?”

“She called him and he answered,” Taehyung said, sounding a little bitter.

“Because I made him promise me he would always answer my calls. Jowoonie, I need to steal Jungkookie.”

“M’kay mumma,” He murmured happily and bounded over to Taehyung, crawling up onto the couch and purring over the baby.

Jungkook followed you. “Where is he? Is he okay? What’s wrong?”

“He got fired again, and…” You turned so that you were facing him. “He was hurting, and he got drunk. He slept with someone and he’s not…he’s not coping.”

Jungkook’s jaw set. “Where is he.”

“Carriage house.”

He pushed past you, ignoring your warnings, staying ahead of you the whole time. He marched into the carriage house room, bursting in and startling Jin, strode over to the elder and tackled him in a hug onto the bed. “Stupid. Stupid bunny. Stupid hyung-y bunny. Need to stop worrying me.”

You watched from a few feet away, suddenly worrying you were intruding.

“You told him?” Jin whispered, looking devastated.

“She can’t help you on her own, hyung. She’s only one person.”

Jin searched your face.

You shook your head. No. You didn’t tell Jungkook that Jin was in love with him.

Jungkook saw the exchange. “Or is there something besides you sleeping with some stranger after getting fired that you want to tell me?”

Jin started shivering.

You went over and covered them both up with blankets. You kissed Jin’s forehead. “Tell him, Jin. Please.”

Jungkook looked between the two of you, and he pulled Jin even closer, starting to look scared. “Hyung. You’re not sick, right? Oh God, please tell me you’re not dying.”

“No, I’m…I’m not ill. I don’t have any life-threatening diseases.” Jin quickly reassured. “It’s…something else.”

“Maybe I should—” You started saying softly but Jin looked up at you desperately, shaking his head.

“Please don’t go.”

You took a deep breath, then nodded.

Jungkook looked confused. “Hyung? What’s wrong?”

“Jungkook…you…you know that I’m….”

Jungkook blinked blankly at him.

“Bi?”

Jungkook nodded, blinking cutely as he did.

Jin seemed lost on how to proceed.

Jungkook was every oblivious. “Of course, hyung. You’ve never hidden it, or maybe I was just always aware of it. Is that what’s bugging you? You know I’m bi, too. We’ve talked about Jimin’s ass in equal measures with his mate’s before.”

“That’s…no…okay, can you let go of me so we can sit up and talk like normal people because this feels weird and I’m already….”

Jungkook frowned. “Nope. Not letting go.”

Jin groaned. “You never make things easy.”

“But you still love me!” Jungkook sang.

Jin was frozen, looked frozen, and stopped playfully pushing Jungkook away.

“Hyung? What’s wrong?”

You rolled your eyes to the ceiling. You knew Jungkook could be hare-brained but this took the cake.

“Yeah, Jungkook. I do. I do and that’s the problem,” Jin finally said, his voice quiet and troubled.

Jungkook looked even more bewildered. “You loving me is a problem? Why?”

“Because I don’t just love you as family, Kookie.” Jin finally extricated himself and curled up, hugging his knees.

You knew he wanted you there in case Jungkook rejected him or freaked out, but you really felt like you were intruding on something delicate.

“But…you love me? You love me but not as family, but that doesn’t make sense because we are family…how can you love me then?”

Jin looked at him in disbelief, then at you, completely lost.

“Jungkook, how do people normally love each other outside of family or friend capacity?” You asked. Penny in the air?

“Well, in a mating capac…ity…” He trailed off, staring at Jin who was back to hiding his face in his knees.

The penny dropped.

His eyes widened and he swallowed. “Oh.”

Jin was trembling, each breath shaking as he waited for a further reaction.

“OH.” Jungkook was putting everything together now, and he looked…startled? Not a good sign.

You clenched a fist, the silence that stretched after killing you a little.

“You…you’re IN love with me…” Jungkook said after a moment.

God, you could just imagine throttling him for taking so long to react in a way that could give Jin some sort of sign.

“How long?”

Jin just shook his head, too upset to form words.

“A few months,” You answered instead.

Jungkook mouthed the words months a couple dozen times, brow furrowed.

It was really quiet after that.

“Get out,” Jin whispered finally, curling in on himself even more. “Please get out.”

Jungkook snapped back, eyes widening again. “Hyung?”

“I get it, Jungkook. It never crossed your mind, now please get out because it hurts, and I tried to make sure it would never come to this, I tried to push it away but I couldn’t and I did something that really fucking hurt and I can’t stand to sit here in silence knowing that you don’t feel the same so get out!” Jin sobbed. “Please. Please go.”

You winced at how broken he sounded. You shouldn’t have interfered.

Jungkook was still staring at Jin. “But—”

Jin got up and rushed to the bathroom, closing and locking the door.

You closed your eyes as the door slammed, sighing. “You should head back to the main house, Jungkook.”

“What? No!” Jungkook looked between you and the bathroom.

“Jungkook, I shouldn’t…I shouldn’t have gone against his wishes in the first place when I brought you in here, please just go?” You whispered, guilt rushing through you.

Something set in his gaze.

“Hey!” You squawked as he threw you over his shoulder, then out of the room, closing and locking the door.

“Not until I’ve talked with him! Don’t expect us for dinner!” He called through the door.

You stared at it for a while, wondering what to do, but frankly, hadn’t you already interfered enough? Jungkook at least loved Jin as a brother, so he wouldn’t do anything to intentionally hurt Jin. If he did, Jin might go zombie-apocalypse-survivor on his ass and go looking for the real Jungkook.

You left them to it, going to find your mate.

He was laying the last of the babies down in the crib with the other two (a surefire way of getting all three of them to nap soundly for a little longer), but he looked up at you and smiled. “Hey.” Then his nose wrinkled.

You flashed him a smile. “Jin.”

He nodded.

“So…you guys moved the spare cribs out.”

He nodded again, a little more slowly. “I thought it was time. Hobi cried for an hour before he actually helped me take them apart and put them away. But that’s so…him.”

“You’re okay with this?” You asked.

He met your gaze. He looked tired, but his gaze was clear. “Are you not?”

“I’m okay with it. I’m going to be a little sad either way, but at least there’s a little more room this way.” You bent down to scoop Heiran out from under one of the cribs.

She purred, nuzzling up to you before skipping out of the room.

“So, Jin?”

“All I know I can say right now is that he got fired again. I don’t know why yet because he and Jungkook are…talking.”

“About how Jin’s in love with Jungkook?”

“It took a good ten minutes for Jungkook to figure out that’s what was being said, and he was too quiet for another eight minutes. So I imagine he’s now doing a lot of talking while Jin’s still locked away in the bathroom trying to get away from him.”

“Come on, tell me the rest,” He said, closing the nursery door and then guiding you to sit on his lap. “Jin knows you don’t hide anything from me. He’s already told me he’s grateful that even though you do tell me that I don’t mention anything about it.”

You shrugged, resting your head on his shoulder. “He was upset after getting fired, got drunk and slept with someone and it left a really bad taste in his mouth. I think he feels like he betrayed Jungkook even though he and Jungkook aren’t an item, and I think his partner for the act wasn’t a good one. And I’d just gotten back from my appointment so I didn’t think I could help Jin on my own, and so I grabbed Jungkook because he really is the best at helping Jin, but he caught on to the fact that there was something more to everything that he didn’t know and I…I asked Jin to tell him because it’s been months and it’s hurting both of them. Jungkook doesn’t eat when Jin pushes him away, you know. Not even pumpkin and he loves pumpkin. But Jungkook didn’t get it, so Jin’s panicking because if he tries to back out now it might push Jungkook to understand and if he keeps waiting then Jungkook will probably understand and I finally gave Jungkook the final push to understanding but then he just sat there without saying anything and I just…I wanted to throttle him.”

“And you left them alone together?”

“I wasn’t given much of a choice. Jin told Jungkook to get out, and went and hid in the bathroom and I tried to get Jungkook out as well but instead he picked me up and threw me out and locked the door and I just couldn’t bring myself to try and interfere more.” You groaned in frustration, rubbing your face against his neck.

“Y/n,” He whispered softly, and you just sort of melted into his embrace. “It’s okay. It needed to happen. You’re right, they were both being hurt by it. It’ll be okay. Jungkook wouldn’t purposely hurt Jin.”

You nodded. “Are we okay?”

“Of course,” He answered, purring softly. “Did you think we weren’t?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m not really sure of much these days.”

He tilted your chin up and kissed you. “I’ll make sure to remind you how much I love you, then. Every day. I’ve just been tired between work and the kids.”

“And the guys fighting.”

“Like I said, between work and the kids.”

You laughed and he grinned at you.

“But Joon and Taehyung-ah made up earlier, so that’ll help.”

“Mom?” Jihun’s voice carried down the hall.

You kissed Yoongi again and stepped out of the nursery. “Yes, Jihun?”

He bounded over with his notebook and showed you a math problem. “Hoseok-hyung is not a good math teacher.”

You laughed softly, and took the notebook, guiding him back to the school room. “I’ll help you.”

Hoseok was frowning at the math textbook, looking lost. “I thought I knew how to do this.”

“Apparently you don’t. It’s okay, I do. Scoot, go find Heiran, she still hasn’t done her history lesson,” You instructed, nudging him out of the chair so you could sit with Jihun.

He nodded and went off, still shaking his head.

You settled into teaching Jihun until he seemed to understand what he was doing, then assigned him some problems to work on. Making sure to help him the first couple times, nudging him in the right direction before purring and kissing the top of his head and leaving him to the rest.

Jin was on the couch with an ice-pack on his eye, wrapped in Taehyung’s embrace as the younger glared at Jungkook, who looked exasperated.

“I told you! It was an accident! We’re not fighting!”

“Then why does Jin reek of distress!”

“Maybe—” You cut in sharply, “—because you two are yelling around him and he’s had a bad day.”

Both of their mouths clicked shut while Jin threw you a grateful look.

Yoongi brought in a glass of water and some pills. “Here, Jin-hyung.”

Jin popped the pills, then took the glass and downed half of it. “Thanks. Get me a crowbar?”

“Hmm, better get the car-jack instead,” Yoongi replied, smirking.

“Excellent idea—”

“Hyungie!” Taehyung protested, clinging more tightly to Jin.

Jowoon came running back inside, followed by Namjoon, clutching a bunch of colorful leaves and running straight up to Jin with a grin that took up his whole face.

“How pretty!” Jin gushed after elbowing Tae in the ribs and freeing himself. “Put them on the table and have Uncle Joonie help you find a big book.”

Jowoon nodded. “Uncle Joonie! We got-sta find big book!” He slapped the leaves on the table and ran toward the stairs.

“Jowoon! Your coat and shoes!” Namjoon protested, throwing Jin a betrayed look as he ran after the boy. Jowoon was the fastest three year old you knew and he’d entered a stage of completely boundless energy, so you doubted that Namjoon had had a moment to rest ever since going outside however long ago that happened.

You sat next to Jungkook. “All good?” You asked under your breath.

He nodded. “Mostly. Still a few things to work out, but those will take time.”

“And the black eye?”

“I tried to catch him when he tripped and misjudged the distance,” He answered sheepishly. “I still can’t believe you figured it out before me.”

“I know everything that goes on in this house, it’s only when I leave it for a while that I miss the newest updates on things.” You looked around. “Misuk?”

“With Heiran and Hobi-hyung. She saw a book and cuddles and mewled until Heiran started fighting Hobi-hyung.”

You smiled fondly, but it faded to dread when all of you heard noises coming through the baby monitor.

Taehyung got closer to it, listening carefully. “Not crying.”

Yoongi quickly pulled up the camera monitor. “They’re all still asleep.”

“Thank God,” You breathed, slumping back. You found yourself staring at the leaves. “It’s already fall. How is it already fall?”

“Well, you were pregnant for forever,” Taehyung provided helpfully.

You stuck your tongue out at him. “I had them early, thank you very much!”

He just laughed.

Namjoon came back with a big book, following Jowoon who was hopping to move instead of walking. “This kid.”

“Hey, what’s the plan for Thanksgiving?” Jungkook asked perking up.

“Well, I’m assuming you want pumpkin pie.”

He nodded emphatically.

“And obviously we’ll have a turkey, but we’re not having four different types of meat this year. That was way too chaotic. Turkey and ham, any complainers can find food elsewhere. I thought we might want to have soup this year instead. I could do squash soup, or potato soup, but I figure it should be a vegetarian option for you buns, and Hoseok.”

“Oh! Can we have mushroom soup?” Hoseok asked, carrying a sleepy looking Misuk.

Heiran leaped onto the couch and into Jin’s lap, snuggling up to him.

You nodded. “Sure.”

Yoongi pulled you back to your feet and sat down where you had been before pulling you to sit on his lap. “You know what I’m thankful for, right?”

You hummed. “I have a few guesses.”

He grinned and kissed you.

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Picnic

Description: A beautiful day, means a picnic day. Everything looks better bathed in flower petals. Almost everything. Part 9 of the Shattered Pieces fic, Endangered Species series.

Warnings: Use your own judgement

Posted: 09/27/19

Tags: hybrid bts, yoongi x reader

Fluff and Angst: 2,393 words

A/N: Took me forever to finish this, but here it is! Another piece to the Shattered pieces series. 

Heiran jumped along with Jowoon, both trying to catch flower petals as they floated toward the ground. Jihun was wrestling with Yoongi, both grinning broadly. Taehyung, Namjoon, and Jungkook were playing tennis, the latter against the former two. Hoseok held Misuk and watched the other two, looking serene and happy. You rubbed your hand over your stomach, the bump finally barely visible. You and Yoongi had told the others last week that you were expecting, having waited for the chaos from the holidays to die down a little. Jihun was surprisingly excited, and seemed extremely happy for you. Heiran seemed happy, but she also didn’t really seem to believe you. They= guys had been ecstatic for you, even if you did catch little glimpses of jealousy in some of their eyes. Which was why you and Yoongi tended to send the guys off sometimes, and take care of all of the kids on your own. It was getting easier and easier now that Jowoon was a little more independent, and Misuk was crawling and running.

Jungkook finally beat the others, then came over and plopped next to you. You smiled at him, stroking one of his flopped ears. “You okay?” He shrugged. “Still worried about Jin-hyung.” You nodded, sighing, but keeping the smile on your face. You weren’t about to go all sober when the kids were happy. They’d start to worry. They already knew that something wasn’t right since Jin couldn’t stay home for long, usually about three days before he had to leave and recharge. Most of the time he took Jungkook with him, some sort of unspoken agreement, but this time he slipped out without a word to Jungkook. You thought that maybe they had fought or something since Jungkook seemed to feel guilty about all of it and Jin never answered his calls. You were the only one that Jin would answer calls from, and they were all worried. You were too, but there wasn’t anything you could do about it, especially not today. It was beautiful outside, and the kids were so happy that you didn’t want to introduce any sort of worry. They were ultra-sensitive to your emotions, and if you started worrying about Jin, they would know within minutes. “I just wish I knew why he left me behind,” He whispered, ears drooping further. You shushed him. “I know. I’m worried too, but for now I can’t worry about him. Look how happy they are?” You brushed his hair from his forehead and nodded toward the middle kids, who were collecting dandelions and asters. Heiran was singing some sort of song, and had flower petals captured in her hair. Jowoon was trying to fit more flowers into his tiny fist, growling at his hands but it was obviously a happy sort of frustration. “They know Jin isn’t here. They were asking about him before I brought them outside. They’ll ask again when we go inside. And when we eat. But right now, they’re happy and unaware that anything is wrong. They don’t realize that tomorrow is that day.” Jungkook looked up, bewildered for a moment, then his face went lax with shock. “Oh.” You nodded, grinning as Jowoon came running over and held out two fistfuls of dandelions with a chubby grin and that you didn’t dare try to resist. You brought his fists together, holding them as you exaggeratedly smelled the flowers, then gave him a kiss that had him giggling and running off to get you more flowers. You set them in a basket you had brought out, then returned to stroking Jungkook’s ears. “Do you think that’s maybe why Jin left?” You sighed. “I don’t know, Jungkook. Maybe. He’s been so sick, that it’s hard to say if he actually realizes. I’m just happy he got some professional help as well.” “Yeah, he always seemed better after a session with his doctor,” Jungkook said, but still sounded worried. He sat up and turned to you. “I…I want to go check on him. But what if he doesn’t open the door?” You smiled. “He’ll always open the door for you. But I do need you here tomorrow.” He nodded, and kissed your cheek then went and scooped up both the middle kids, pressing kisses to their cheeks and telling them that he had to go to work. They understood that excuse for leaving, since Namjoon and Taehyung were back to working daily, and Yoongi worked from home quite a bit now that he was back in the good graces of newspapers. Jihun stopped wrestling Taehyung (you weren’t sure when Yoongi switched with Hobi who switched with Taehyung) to hug onto Jungkook, a tinge of concern on his face. Jungkook ruffled his hair, then smoothed Jihun’s ears against his head, causing the boy to both smile and protest, breaking away and going back to wrestling Taehyung. You saw him glance after Jungkook, though, tail flicking in a worried way. Yoongi came and sat beside you with Misuk. “Jungkook?” “He’s heading to the apartment to check on Jin.” “Ah, okay. I wondered. He’s been distracted all day.” He got comfortable with his head on your lap and Misuk on his chest. “This was a good idea. We’ll need to bring lunch out soon, though.” “Mhmm, I was going to go get everything when a handsome cat came over with an adorable little kitten.” You smiled adoringly down at him. He grinned up at you, purring happily as he closed his eyes. You stroked his hair and ears until his purred rumbled out of existence in his sleep and you switched to stroking Misuk’s back realizing she was still awake from her soft little purr. Hoseok came over a few moments after Misuk drifted off completely. “The sandwiches and veggie platters?” “Everything on the top two shelves of the fridge,” You told him, smiling at Heiran as she deposited her flowers into the basket with the others and skipped off towards the boys that were still messing around on the tennis court. “Alright, I’ll bring it out and set up on the table, then get the little ones plates made so they don’t have time to argue over veggies.” “Good idea. We’ll eat here, on the picnic blanket.” He nodded and headed toward the house. Namjoon was getting flowers put in his hair by Heiran, grinning and laughing. Jihun came running over and snuggled down against you and Yoongi, waking Yoongi slightly, but he just shifted so an arm was around the almost-eight-year-old. Jihun looked up at you with a smile as Yoongi fell right back to sleep. “Why did Uncle Jungkook leave?” You brushed his silky-soft hair from his forehead as you debated what to say. “He went to go check on Jin. Wanted to make sure he was okay.” He nodded slightly. “Mom?” “Yes, honey?” “Tomorrow…tomorrow is the day they…” “Yes,” You confirmed, hearing the hesitance in his voice. “It is.” “What do I do?” He asked. “Whatever you think you need to.” He curled up, eyes squeezed shut. “I don’t want Heiran to be sad.” “Don’t worry about her. We’ll take care of her. Whatever you need, whatever you want, we’ll be here for you.” He peeked up at you then wiggled so he was on your lap just a little more. “I miss them.” “I know you do,” You whispered. Heiran was looking over and her head was cocked in that way that she did when she knew something was wrong. She sneezed, tail lashing, gaze still fixated, then she started sneaking over. Jowoon was playing a game of tag with the others. “Heirannie is going to pounce on you,” You warned Jihun. He sighed and moved so that when she did it wouldn’t hurt as much. “Why is she like this?” “She loves you.” Heiran pounced earning an “Oof” from Jihun and ignoring it as she wiggled and scented her brother, purring loudly as he gently tugged on her pigtails. The two started playfully wrestling, Jihun being careful and tickling her more than anything. Hoseok brought the last of the food out just as the oldest kids’ antics woke Yoongi, who growled good-naturedly at them and sat up with Misuk. Taehyung cheered, rushing toward the table. “Food!” The three kids heads popped up, gazes on the table before they scrambled toward the table. Yoongi shook his head. “We were going to make their plates before, weren’t we?” His voice was monotone. “I’ll murder that dog one of these days,” You replied, getting up and heading over to help Hoseok wrangle everyone. “Hey, can you make me a plate too?” You waved a hand to acknowledge him. Taehyung was sheepish by the time you reached the table. “Children,” You said, gaining their attention. “Head over to the picnic blanket and we’ll bring you food. I still have to finish some of it. Go on.” Jihun hesitated even as the younger two raced over to the blanket. “You’re gonna hold the meat hostage, aren’t you?” You nodded. “Shoo, now.” He groaned but ran to the blanket and gently tackled his two younger siblings. “I’m sorry,” Taehyung said immediately. “I wasn’t thinking, I was just really hungry.” Namjoon helped make plates of veggies and fruits for the kids. “Silly pup, always thinking with your stomach,” You teased, nudging Taehyung gently. “Double veggies for almost making our lives more difficult.” He pouted, but didn’t try to argue. You put portions of cheesy cauliflower on each of the kids plates, adjusting the proportion of veggies Namjoon had placed on the plates to make the portions the proper size. You made separate plates for sandwiches that they would get after eating their veggies. Then you made up a plate for Misuk and Yoongi. Hoseok took the veggie plates to the kids with Namjoon. Taehyung took Yoongi and Misuk’s plates over for you so you could make you own plate when you gestured that you were starting to feel a little light-headed. You grabbed a couple things to munch, sitting down just as your phone chimed. Jungkook had sent you a crying emoji. You debated for a moment, and then called Jin. He picked up just when you thought it would go to voice-mail. “Y/n? Is something wrong?” “I just wanted to check on you. Jungkook said you didn’t answer the door.” “I’m not at the apartment,” He answered softly. “Tell him I’ll be there in a few minutes.” “Jin,” You said quickly, feeling like he was about to hang up. “Y/n?” You measured your thoughts a bit. “Can I ask where you were?” “I had an interview, and then I went to see the doctor. I’m okay, y/n. Really. At least, I am right now. I’ll come home with Jungkook tonight before the kids are in bed. Maybe we could have a campfire?” “They’d love that. Alright, I’ll let Jungkook know.” You and he exchanged goodbyes and then you hung up and texted Jungkook. You kept picking at the food, smiling as Hoseok joined you. “Jin?” He asked, nodding toward your phone. “Yeah, he’s okay. A good day today. He said he would be here this evening. Suggested having a campfire.” “And you?” “Baby demanded food,” You said, grabbing more things to snack on. “How are you doing?” “I’m fine. Worried about Seokjin-hyung, Jungkook, and you right now. You sure you’re okay? You’ve been taking care of all of us.” “So, Yoongi’s worried and sent you over?” He grinned, laughing a bit. “Partially. But I am worried too.” “Because of tomorrow.” He nodded. “You didn’t know them, and all of us did. But you’re carrying the same weight as we are, just in a different form. And it’s not just once a year. When their birthdays come around, the holidays, and the day they…the day they died. It’s not fair to you. It really isn’t. I mean, Mother’s Day…” “Oh God, don’t bring that up or I’ll definitely start crying.” “Easter—” “That was a just a train-wreck altogether.” “Christmas…wasn’t too bad overall, but it couldn’t have been easy for you.” “Heiran has been speaking ever since. Hard to not see that day as positive.” You shrugged and grabbed a half a sandwich, trying to convince yourself that it would taste good. “Thanksgiving?” “Jin had broken fingers and I just about had a meltdown. But it was okay, otherwise.” “You were on the edge of an anxiety attack the whole night and Jihun kept hitting all of us by talking about his parents. And we all knew that Yoongi stayed with you that night because of it. We really haven’t had a break from any of it. I mean, even in January and February, you were…” “Kitten fever, yeah.” You rubbed your head. “And now you’re pregnant, which isn’t easy. I know you and Yoongi have been picking up the slack, making sure you could care for all of the kids on your own. Just, remember that I’m actually also here to care for the kids. It’s my job as much as it is yours.” You nodded, glancing away as you caught sight of Yoongi coming over. His arms wrapped around your neck and shoulders as he kissed the top of your head. “Feeling better?” he asked, checking your scent. “A little,” You replied, but you were actually feeling a little…ill. “Y/n? You’ve gone really pale,” Hoseok said, sounding alarmed. “And your scent isn’t right,” Yoongi murmured, moving your hair to double check. “I don’t feel right,” You breathed, suddenly feeling ill in a way that wasn’t normal so far. “I’m taking you to the hospital. Hoseok, get her out front, I’m bringing the car around.” “Okay, hyung.” Hoseok got up and came to your side. “We’ll try to do this so neither of us gets hurt, okay?” “Good plan.” “Taehyung!” Hoseok yelled, then crouched beside you again. “We’re going to carry you together, okay?” You nodded but you were started to shiver. Taehyung came over and quickly obeyed Hoseok and they picked you up together, carrying you out front. The world started to get dark around the edges and you were seeing spots. You could hear Jihun called after you in worry. You just knew your baby was in danger.

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Mother’s Day

Description: You weren’t sure you wanted to celebrate Mother’s Day, but at the request of one of you cubs, you make a special trip. Shattered Pieces fic, Endangered Species series.

Warnings: Use your own judgement

Posted: 06/08/19

Tags: hybrid bts, yoongi x reader

Sad/Happy, happy/sad: 806 words

A/N: This was posted as a response to a question I got on Mother’s day. This is just the official post. Also, I finished part 3 of A Natural, so there’s that.

“Y/n-noona?”

You blinked a couple times as you came out of your course-planning stupor. “Yes, Jihun?”

He glanced out in the hallway, then came in a couple steps, looking nervous.

You waited for a moment. “Jihun-ah?” If it had been Heiran, you would have been worried at being called by your own name. Jihun went back and forth between calling you mom and calling you noona.

He looked at the floor. “It’s about mother’s day….”

Your heart clenched. “What about it?” You’d been avoiding even mentioning the holiday. You didn’t want to celebrate it. It felt like lying. You were their mother, but you weren’t. The whole thing was a big recipe for an anxiety attack because part of you felt like you should help them remember their real mother but another part of you worried that you would just hurt them.

“Are we…are we celebrating it?”

You shrugged a little. “I don’t know. I didn’t have plans to, but if you wanted to do something for it…”

He looked down, then back up at you. “Could we take flowers to Eomma’s grave? Us kids and you?”

You contemplated for a moment, then nodded. “Sure, Jihun. If that’s what you want.”

“Thanks, mom,” He almost whispered, then darted out.

You leaned back in your chair, tapping your pencil on the desk. You and the kids. That was pretty specific. At least their graves were in a secure location, and they wouldn’t get exposed too much.

Yoongi came in a few minutes later with a cup of tea for you. “Hey, thought you could use this.”

You smiled and took a sip before purring appreciatively.

He gently nuzzled your head, then tilted your chin up. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, Jihun just asked me about Mother’s day. He wants me to take him and his siblings to their parent’s grave.” You set the cup aside and made a couple notes about the curriculum for Heiran before closing that binder and setting it aside.

“Oh?” His tone was wary.

You twined your tail loosely with his. “It’s fine, Yoongi. If that’s what he wants, that’s what we’ll do. I wasn’t planning on ever celebrating mother’s day, anyway.”

There was the hint of a growl deep in him.

“Jihun is probably the only one that even remembers mother’s day anyway. They’re going through a lot of changes in such a short time and they’re doing amazingly well. The least I can do is go to the cemetery with them to put flowers on their mother’s grave.” You pulled out Jihun’s curriculum binder and opened it.

“And you’re okay?”

“I’m fine,” You reassured your over-protective mate, gently nudging him off the arm of the chair. “And I’ll be better once I figure out their curriculum for next fall.”

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Heiran skipped through the flower-lined bath, only stopping to watch a butterfly. She was in a fantastic mood, which was great since she’d been alternating between tantrums and sweet cuddles during the bout of sickness she went through a few weeks prior.

Jowoon was walking along, smiling and holding tightly to your hand.

Jihun was mostly looking at the flowers he was carrying. White lilies.

Misuk was fast asleep on your shoulder.

You were trying to stay calm, wishing that Jihun hadn’t insisted that none of the guys join you.

Heiran had stopped, tail high in alarm, rigid.

Jihun took her hand gently. “Come on, we’re putting flowers on Eomma and Appa’s grave.”

She looked up at him, then slowly let him lead the way out.

You stood back a little after they stopped in front of their parents’ gravestone, letting Jowoon’s hand go so he could be a part of what his siblings were doing.

Jihun brushed the dead leaves off the stone and lay the flowers carefully in front of it, then placed his arms around the shoulders of the two younger cubs.

You took a shaky breath in, looking away.

“We’re okay, Eomma. You sent a really nice mom to us,” Jihun said.

You buried your face in Misuk’s blanket as the tears leaked out of your eyes.

“She reminds me of you sometimes, and she takes really good care of all of us, even our uncles. I know we have to live without you…” His voice trembled. “But since we do, she’s the best mom we could have asked to take your place.”

“She’s cuddly,” Heiran lisped in a whisper, nuzzling into her brother’s side.

Jihun laughed wetly. “Yeah. That too.”

You were barely controlling your breathing, finding yourself silently promising the dead woman that you would protect and love her cubs fiercely.

“We love you, Eomma.” Jihun whispered, then his hand was grasping yours. “We love you, too, Mom.”

You dropped to your knees to smother your cubs in hugs and kisses.

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Cotton-Tails

Description: Easter is coming, but things aren’t hoppy in the house for anyone. Shattered Pieces fic, Endangered Species series.

Warnings: Use your own judgement

Posted: 06/03/19

Tags: hybrid bts, yoongi x reader, all members but Jimin, 

Angsty with little fluff: 4,624 words

A/N: This was the chapter I was working on when I decided to insert a small fluff piece between, also, I added somewhere close to 2 thousand words to this last night because it just felt incomplete and I because the next part is mother’s day, I had to give a little info before that part.  Also, as you can see from the gif, we’re centering on a different character this time...

“But—” “No!” You scolded again, firmly, scooping Heiran up and setting her firmly into the time-out. She was in tears, calling you mean with her little hands. You set the timer despite the insults, and walked into the living room to clean up the mess she had made. Jin’s ears were drooping. “She glued it to the carpet.” Jungkook was trying to get the confetti-size scraps of paper that she had pulled from the shredder gathered up. Hoseok was carefully cleaning the not-yet-dried glue from the coffee table. Yoongi, and Taehyung were figuring out the best way to remove the piece of paper glued to Jowoon’s hair in the upstairs bathroom while Namjoon was keeping Misuk away from the mess. “Hey, mom, can you…what happened in here?” Jihun asked, eyes huge, then he shrunk slightly when he heard his sister crying. “Oh. She happened.” “Jihun, did you put the glue away when you were done with it?” You asked, somehow managing to be calm. The guilty look said it all. “No, mom.” You just nodded. “I’ll send Namjoon up to help you with your schoolwork.” “Okay,” He whispered. “Does this mean we’re not dying eggs tonight?” “Depends on whether or not she calms down,” You answered, gently brushing your hand over his head so that he knew you weren’t mad, just…tired. You were always tired recently. He purred softly at your touch, ducking into your side and holding on for a moment before going back up to his room. You turned back toward the room, noticing Jin seemed to be paralyzed by the amount that needed to be done. You went over and gently tugged one of his droopy ears. “Jin, why don’t you go trade with Namjoon so that he can help Jihun.” He turned to you, and his eyes were watery. Dazed. “I can’t do this anymore,” He whispered, gaze drifting back. The others heard him as well, looking over at him. “Jin?” You asked softly. He dragged in a shaky breath, but he didn’t say anything else, and the scent he gave off choked the air with sadness and…something more. Hoseok and Jungkook came over quietly. “You’re stressed,” You started, making it sound more of a question. He nodded. “And tired. And you feel like it’s been years since you hadn’t been taking care of the kids, and yet only days since their parents died.” He made a choking sound, letting his head fall to Hobi’s shoulder. You took a deep breath. “And you feel alone.” He crumbled into Jungkook and Hoseok’s arms, sobbing outright. “I understand,” You whispered. “I understand that this is hard. Especially today, when nothing has gone right.” You moved forward and gently stroked his head and ears. You were honestly surprised that he had held out this long. Jungkook had outlets since he managed to get out and go see his friends pretty often, but Jin had lost his job before Jimin and his mate died. He had lost friends because he associated with a human. There was only so much stress a bunny-hybrid could handle and he’d reached his limit much later than you expected him to. And so very close to Easter. Yoongi had told you back in January that Jin was having a hard time, and since then you both had been trying to make sure he didn’t get overloaded, that he got out a bit, went out with the boys. But you knew this loneliness. It was the kind of loneliness that friends just couldn’t fill. It was the kind that stemmed from both parts of hybrids, that need to mate and be mated. The loneliness you had suffered from until Yoongi. Some part of your mind registered the timer going off, but you were to busy trying to comfort him in what little way you could to care about what the timer meant. Until Heiran was sobbing incoherently, hugging Jin’s legs and babbling. Jin looked a little shocked. Jungkook gave a strangled laugh. “I think she thinks you’re crying because of her.” “Well…” Hosoek hummed under his breath. Jin looked at you and shook his head slightly, trembling. You nodded, dropping down to gently pull her off of his legs. “Heiran, you need to let go. Jinnie isn’t feeling well.” She let out a wail, but wasn’t quite strong enough to hold onto him. But strong enough to kick you in the stomach. You dropped onto your butt, winded, and wincing. Yoongi’s snarl seemed to echo through the living room, which didn’t exactly help Jin’s already wild emotions and caused him to cower behind Hoseok with a startled shout. Heiran was stock still, tears still streaming down her face, but gaze locked onto Yoongi as he stalked over to the two of you. “Sit,” He ordered her. She sat, tears filling her eyes again. He dropped beside you, checking your scent and kissing both of your cheeks. “You okay, baby? She got you pretty good.” “I’m okay,” You whispered back. “Now’s not a good time for them to find out.” “Okay.” He helped you to your feet. “Heiran, what have we told you about kicking, hitting, and biting?” Her head practically dropped into her lap. Jihun had followed Taehyung and Jowoon down, and Namjoon was in the doorway to the nursery with Misuk. “You just got out of timeout. Did you want to go back in?” She let out a wail, sobs tearing out of her little body. Yoongi sighed and picked her up, shushing her softly and carrying her out of the room, especially when he saw how bad Jin was. He shot you a worried look before heading out and upstairs. Jihun was looking at Jin, biting his lip. “Jihun, I think we’re going to take the rest of the day off of school,” You said, your voice shaking slightly. He nodded. “Come on, Jowoon-ssi, we’ll watch a movie.” He quickly led his brother out, seeming to realize that it was definitely adult time right now. “Hyung?” Taehyung murmured softly, a slight whine coming out when Jin flinched away from his hand. “I’m not going to hurt you, hyung.” Namjoon came over without Misuk. “She was asleep,” He explained, then looked at you seriously. “What was that, with Yoongi?” “Right now Jin is more important,” You whispered, turning back toward the man who looked further and further away by the second. Jungkook was helping, knowing just the right things to do as a bunny hybrid himself, but he looked worried and sad himself. You took a deep breath, trying to figure out what to do, but this wasn’t your area and from a predator-prey stand-point you had no idea how to help him. Hoseok looked scared. “His heart-rate is really high.” You gave in and pulled out your phone, dialing the number of a friend and former coworker. “Taehyung, Namjoon, keep cleaning the living room. Jungkook, Hoseok, take him into the kitchen. It’s the cleanest room in the house right now,” You instructed as you waited for her to answer. It took about ten minutes for her to give you clear instructions of how to help him, starting with cleaning the house, making sure he’s warm, limiting the noise, and keeping the predators away from him. Then she gave you some more instructions that she said she’d also text you, before she had to get back to work. Jin was curled up in a ball on the floor, head on Jungkook’s lap, when you peeked into the kitchen. His whole body shivering. You quickly turned up the thermostat, then got the blankets from the closet that were sealed to prevent the tainting of smells and slid them over to Hoseok. Then you and the others started deep-cleaning the house, you checking on them periodically. By the time you all finished cleaning, Hoseok was managing to get some soup into a calmer-looking Jin, though you could see that one of Jin’s ears was bleeding, the cream fur tinged red. Jungkook seemed to be gently nuzzling Jin’s head. Those three were closer than the others, always had been a little closer. From what you understood it was because they had lived together, all working to pay for an apartment that they shared. Taking care of each other. The three prey-species among their predatory friends. Right now, you were grateful for it because you were pretty sure it was the only thing calming Jin down right now. You read over the instructions your friend had sent you, noting which ones were doable and which weren’t. “Hey.” You looked up, surprised to see Jin standing just a couple feet away from you. “Hey.” “Sorry for freaking out,” He whispered. “You did nothing wrong.” “I’m supposed to…they trusted me to…” He swallowed hard. “I know that you need me here, especially the closer you get to delivering.” You looked down at your stomach. “How did you…” “Yoongi is protective, yeah, but he doesn’t normally snarl just because someone falls. It’s a little fuzzy, but it was kind of obvious once I put it all together.” He was tugging on one of his ears, eyes closed, obviously still stressed. “Don’t worry about that. Let’s worry about you.” He winced. “There isn’t much we can do about me. I think…” He took a deep breath. “I think I just need to get some space, breath a bit.” “Okay,” You agreed, nodding. “But…I don’t think it’s safe for you to be alone completely.” He nodded. “I might ask Jungkook to go with me. Another rabbit is easiest right now.” “I’ll go with you, hyung,” Jungkook called over softly. One of his ears swiveled towards the two of you, while the other was focused on Hoseok. “I feel bad, leaving you with the kids and—” “Jin, you can’t help us if you’re hurt. Don’t worry about Easter. Go. Come back when you’re feeling better. We can handle things here.” He nodded slowly, then headed back over to Jungkook, hugging him from behind and burying his face in his shoulder. Hoseok took the chance to treat the injury to Jin’s ear. Yoongi’s tail curled with yours as he joined you. “What happened?” “Jin cracked under the stress. He’s going to head out for bit with Jungkook. Probably a couple days.” You leaned into his chest as his arms wrapped around you. “You’ll have to stop Taehyung from trying to go with them.” He grunted. “He’s already upset, this will really tick him off.” “Heiran?” “Cried herself to sleep. Felt bad because she thought Jin was crying because of her. Forget terrible twos, it’s terrible fives,” He grumbled into your neck. “You sure you’re okay?” “I’m fine, she’s small and I was unbalanced.” He kissed your neck, but he seemed distracted. “Do you think he’ll be okay?” “I don’t know. I also don’t know how well Jungkook will be able to handle the stress of caring for Jin on his own, but I’m just going to have to have faith that they’ll be fine. You better go start distracting Taehyung.” “Right.” He released you and went in search of the younger. You turned back toward the three in the kitchen. “You should go pack.” Jungkook nodded, then whispered to Jin. Jin reluctantly nodded, transferring his back-hug to Hoseok. Jungkook darted upstairs. You headed into the living room, checking on how things were going. Yoongi, Namjoon, and Taehyung were all focused on the spot in the carpet where the glue had dried, with Yoongi instructing Taehyung on how to treat it. Otherwise the room looked remarkably clean. Cleanest you’d ever seen it, and you’d really tried to make it spotless. But with three kids and six men running around it was hard sometimes. Hoseok and Jungkook were your allies, with Jin and Yoongi being tidy, but not necessarily clean. You rubbed your thumb over a dent in the drywall, absentmindedly wondering what caused it, but also wondering how Heiran was going to react to Jungkook and Jin being gone when she woke up. It would be easy enough to tell the kids that the two men had gotten sick and left to make sure they didn’t get the kids sick. It was pretty normal. Just a couple weeks ago Taehyung had had to stay at the apartment he and Namjoon kept because of a cold, another reason why he wouldn’t like Jin and Jungkook leaving. He hated having his pack separated and being separated from his pack. You were inviting nightmarish conditions in your household on top of your morning-sickness. How marvelous. You turned, watching Jungkook carry two suitcases out the front door. Hoseok met your gaze and nodded softly, walking towards the door with Jin still hugging onto him. You waited until Hoseok came back inside and he said that they were gone. He went to check on the kids while you went into the living room to calmly explain the plan to the others. Well, you hoped it would be calm. Taehyung was starting to ignore Yoongi and Namjoon looking around, nose twitching as he sniffed the air. “Where’s Jin?” Namjoon glanced at you. “He and Jungkook left.” “What?” He snarled, immediately rushing toward the door, but Yoongi and Namjoon caught his arms. “Let go of me! I have to get them back!” “And hurt Jin more?” You stood right in front of him. “They’re going to the apartment in town. Jin needed space. Jungkook is taking care of him. You can’t help them right now. None of us can. I don’t even know if they’ll be back for Easter, so I need you at the top of your game for these kids. I know you need your pack, I get it. But right now the health of your pack depends on you keeping it together while they go to heal somewhere else.” He whimpered pitifully, still struggling a little against the two men holding him. “Jin.” “Takes significantly less time to himself than all of the rest of you. He pushed himself too far. He’s still a bunny-hybrid, Taehyung. They don’t handle stress well. I should have insisted on him and Jungkook taking care of themselves better. Go check on the pack pups, Taehyung.” He blinked a couple times, then nodded. “Okay.” You nodded. “Heiran is going to be upset when she wakes up and Jin isn’t here. I’m going to need you reassuring her that Jin was just sick and that he still loves her. You’re the best one for that.” He nodded, then headed toward the stairs when the other two let go. Namjoon checked the baby monitor again, then sighed, rubbing his head. “What do we do?” “Are you working this weekend?” “No.” “Then just…be here.” He nodded. “I’ll go check on Jihun and Jowoon. I’ll keep the monitor while you and Yoongi…?” “We’re going to make a game plan for meals and such and get the dye ready for easter eggs tonight.” Namjoon nodded again, going toward the stairs. Yoongi slid his arm around your waist, other hand resting over your stomach. “You okay?” “I’m worried, but I’m okay. We’re okay. Need a nap, but that can wait. Can you cook dinner tonight? Nothing fancy, just something to fill their stomachs. I’ll get the egg dying supplies out. And the crayons.” “Crayons?” “So they can draw designs on the eggs. The dye won’t take as much to the areas where the crayons were used because of the wax which repels liquids.” “And you learned this…how?” “You do remember I’m a professionally trained teacher, nanny, caretaker and thus I am extremely well-versed in all things crafty that kids are capable of doing?” “Right,” He muttered, seeming a little bashful as he ducked down and kissed your stomach. His ears flicked and tail entwined with yours as you both went into the kitchen. “We can take care of egg stuff after dinner.” You nodded, tucking into his side as you both entered the kitchen, taking the quiet before the storm. “Y/n,” Hoseok came rushing down carrying Heiran, with Taehyung following closely behind. “She had a fever.” You froze, fear washing over you. “Get her into the carriage house, Taehyung go sanitize her room, the hallways, everything. Yoongi, keep making dinner.” You rushed to the closet and grabbed the medical kit, following Hoseok and getting ahead of him to get the door. You all had cleared the carriage house out sometime in January because it was hard to have adult time with Yoongi when absolutely anyone could hear you. Plus you couldn’t take the kids somewhere else if they did get sick, so you needed a space to separate the sick cub from the rest. Hoseok lay Heiran on the bed, tucking her in. “Should I go make soup?” “There should be the ingredients for that in the cupboard over there, make it here, then sanitize yourself and head back in.” He nodded, heading over to the little kitchenette. It made more sense now, her tantrums. Her fever was low enough still that she might not feel completely sick but it would be enough to put anyone in a mood. You gave her medicine, mixed with some special white-tiger supplements to help them fight of sickness. There definitely wouldn’t be any Easter Egg dying tonight. ——— Easter was quiet, but the kids seemed happy enough. Heiran had to have her own seperate Easter and she sobbed for her siblings on and off throughout the day, but seemed a little better once all the adults (except Jungkook and Seokjin) had visited her, and fell asleep to an easter movie while curled up in Hoseok’s arms. Jowoon was beyond excited about everything and kept having everyone hide the plastic eggs (you had Namjoon buy them because life kept getting in the way and they were reusable and you guys just put candies in them to make up for not dying eggs, Jihun was perfectly okay with it) again and again, even though they were empty now. He just really liked it, and you saw no harm in it. It was actually really good for him as he ran through the gardens, gaze scouring the plants and fixtures for his prizes. Not to mention he fell asleep at 7:30 from all the activity. Misuk was in a good mood all day. Jihun had his toy cars set up on the racetrack and played with them for at least half of the day, sending notes to his sister via the other men and reading her notes (carefully sealed in ziploc bags that were sanitized) with a smile. Only when you were tucking him in did he ask the question that was on everyone’s mind today. “When are Uncle Jin and Jungkook coming home?” You fussed at the blankets a bit more as you tried to think of how to respond. “I don’t really know, honey. Jin…he wasn’t doing well when he left. It might still be a while.” He nodded. “Is it because of us?” “No,” You answered immediately. “Never. This has been a lot of things all combining and pressing in on him. This started before your parents even died. It just finally wore him down because he didn’t take enough care of himself. And we didn’t take enough care of him. You know how we teach you to be kind and take care of your siblings when you need to?” He nodded again, gently tugging your hand to pet his head. You complied, smiling softly. “Well, as you get older, you’ll also learn that you need to take care of yourself if you want to take care of others. Some will call it being a little selfish, but it’s not. It’s necessary.” “So, like when you go to bed before we do?” “Yeah, kind of like that. If I’m too tired to take care of you, then I might end up hurting you and I don’t want that. But if the house was on fire, I would get all of you out before myself. Does that make sense?” You stroked his hair from his forehead, feeling the purr that emanated from him. “Yes noona, it makes sense. If we aren’t healthy, we take care of ourselves, but if we aren’t we take care of others, and if something bad happens we help others first.” “I help others first, you just get to safety until you’re older, okay?” He purred a little louder, more amused. “Yes, mom.” You kissed his forehead. “Good boy. Good night, love.” “Night, mom. Love you.” “Love you too.” You turned off the lamp and slipped out of his room, leaving the door open a crack. You went downstairs to relax with a book before bed since Hoseok was taking care of Heiran tonight, but stopped on the bottom two steps when the front door opened. Jungkook set the bags down, then noticed you and smiled tiredly. “Who else is up?” “Tae, Joon, and Yoongi,” You answered softly. “Jin?” “Half-asleep, but better. He was getting stressed being away today, so I thought we should at least come home and see everyone. We can go back if he needs…right?” You nodded. “Of course. We’ve got a strategy planned out. I don’t want him getting too involved if he’s still stressed. And he can’t see Heiran. He doesn’t need a cold on top of everything.” “Heiran is sick?” Jungkook’s ears perked up in alarm. “We caught it quickly and her fever broke quickly. It’s like a regular cold now, but it’s still in the sinus faze. The real treat will be when it moves to her chest.” You shook your head slowly. “Does he need help getting in?” Jungkook shook his head. “I just don’t want to wake him. I’ll carry him if you can turn down his covers.” You nodded and went back upstairs. Jungkook carried the half-asleep man in on his back, and you helped him get Seokjin in bed without too much jostling, taking the shoes off his feet and tucking him into bed. He looked somewhat better than before, or maybe you were imagining a difference. “Jihun, shouldn’t you be in bed?” You asked softly. The boy came darting in, all sleepiness gone as he hugged Jungkook’s neck. “Sorry, noona, I heard Uncle Jungkookie.” Jungkook pressed a kiss to the boy’s head. Jin was just awake enough to smile. “You want to cuddle, Jihun?” His voice sounded rough, like he was losing it. But you knew that Jungkook wouldn’t have brought him if he was actually sick. Jihun looked at you with big, pleading eyes. You nodded softly. Jungkook set Jihun on the bed, then disappeared with a murmured excuse of getting changed and a promise to be back. Jihun crawled under the covers and into Jin’s arms, purring and chuffing softly. “I missed you.” “I missed you, Jihun. Sorry I was gone,” Jin whispered. “It’s okay. Mom explained that you needed to take care of yourself so that you could take care of us better,” Jihun replied, snuggling into the man’s side and tucking his head under Jin’s chin. “It makes sense. Appa wouldn’t want you to get sick because you were taking care of us.” Jin’s eyes filled, and he didn’t respond except to kiss the top of Jihun’s head. “Love you Uncle Jinnie.” “Love you,” Jin choked out as Jungkook crawled in on Jihun’s other side and you tucked all three into the bed. You left them there, heading down the hall to check on Jowoon before poking your head in to let Taehyung and Namjoon know that the other two were home. Then to your room to tell Yoongi. He looked slightly relieved, even after you said that they might need to leave again. “But he’s back. That’s good. Right?” You nodded slowly. “It means he’s getting better. I had just explained everything to Jihun too. And he understood. Basically just reiterated it to Jin. Made Jin tear up.” “They grow so fast,” Yoongi sighed, pulling you into his arms. “Heiran?” “Hoseok said the meds knocked her out about fifteen minutes ago. We’ll have to make sure Jin doesn’t visit her. If he’s stressed his immune system will be weaker. I don’t want him getting sick.” “What about you? You’re pregnant. I don’t want you getting sick.” “She’s my kit. You’d have to put an army between me and her, and even then, I’d go down fighting and take some with me.” He purred softly to comfort you, seeing you get worked up at the scenario. “Alright. At least tell me you’re taking those immune system support vitamin things.” “Yes, love. And we’re sanitizing everything and opening the windows to air the place out every chance we get. It’s gotten to the point where she just sits by the window, trying to smell the flowers from the crabapple tree. But she can’t because her nose is stuffed up.” “Poor babe,” He murmured, nuzzling your neck. He’d mostly been on night duties, taking care of her if she woke up, because you and Hoseok took most of the day shifts so that Taehyung and Namjoon could escape illness for their company and work. “She mewls in her sleep, and it sounds so pitiful and painful that I just want to tear the world apart until I find a miracle cure.” You nodded, humming in agreement as well. “This is going to get harder once our kit is born, isn’t it?” You just laughed softly and he groaned. “So on top of being sleep deprived, I’m going to be super protective all the time?” “At least our kit will develop an immune system normally. Poor Jihun is so desperate to play with other kids but…I mean, risking him getting sick isn’t worth it. Even to him.” You rolled over and curled into Yoongi’s chest. “That is a relief,” He murmured. “We’ll have to set up a sanitation area when Jihun does start going to public school so that he doesn’t bring anything home.” You nodded. “Still have a few years before we need to think about it. Let’s not talk about them like they’re growing up. They’re not. They’re little cubs that will always form cuddle piles.” He purred softly, clearly amused. “Misuk is crawling around like she’s always done it, and standing, but you want to pretend that they’re not growing up.” You groaned in frustration. He laughed for a little while, then got quiet. “Did Jungkook look okay?” You nodded. “Seemed fine. Looked well-rested and didn’t even act like he wanted a break from Seokjin. He’s cuddling with him now, and Jihun.” “Do you think Jin’s really okay enough to be home?” You sighed and wrapped your arms around Yoongi’s waist. “Remember Thanksgiving? When I just needed you to hold me because I felt so alone despite being surrounded by those that cared about me?” He hummed in acknowledgment, kissing the tip of your ear. “Jin’s been taking care of them longer, without nearly as many days off, and with no one to hold him at night. I lasted two months. He lasted ten. He’s lucky his body, his biology, didn’t give out on him. Because he also had been struggling before from what I understand. How long has Jin fought for stability in his life, Yoongi?” He was quiet for a long time, then his grip tightened around you. “As long as I’ve known him.” “Then he may just be starting to break,” You whispered, then nuzzled into his neck as you both silently pondered what lay ahead.

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Feverish

Description: Ever since Christmas, your life has been perfect. Except, you’re ready for more and it’s causing problems.

Warnings: Use your own judgement

Posted: 03/09/19

Tags: hybrid bts, yoongi x reader

Fluff: 1,055 words

A/N: I was writing a different part for this and it was super angsty and I thought this needed more fluff so have this. 

Yoongi had meant it when he said he’d be there for you. He was there, giving you kisses throughout the day if he noticed you working hard, and smiling at you when your eyes met. Holding you at night, talking if you were quiet and listening if you were talking. And of course, for nightly activities. The two of you mated a week after Christmas. You two had a surprisingly active night-life, even with the kids around. And you loved the addition of date nights to your life. There was just one problem. You had kitten fever. The kids were like your kittens, sure, but they weren’t and part of your biology knew it and was trying to drive you mad with the idea of having Yoongi’s kittens. When Jihun found an actual kitten in the yard, you just about died. You were super protective of the kids, to the point where you saw Taehyung giving Jowoon a raspberry and didn’t seem to process that Jowoon was screeching in joy and ended up pinning Taehyung to the floor with your teeth bared and hissing threats. Not that you remembered, it was all a bit of a blur and when you became aware again, it was because Yoongi was holding you and showing you that all of the cubs were okay. Putting the cubs in your arms, having them scent you. It was terrifying, and you felt horrible, even though Taehyung repeatedly assured you that it was okay. Thankfully, they all just sort of assumed it was because of the change in dynamics and your mating to Yoongi. “Y/n, are you okay?” Namjoon asked, touching your shoulder. “Your fur seems…dull. Maybe you should see a doctor?” “What?” Yoongi was suddenly beside you, and checking you over. You shrugged. “I’m fine. I feel fine.” “He’s right, your fur isn’t as shiny. I know you’ve been eating well, your scent is right.” He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his side. “The strange outbursts the last couple of weeks…are you sure you don’t need to see a doctor? There’s nothing stressing you?” Well, you definitely couldn’t answer that question. Not in front of everyone. He frowned and got up, pulling you after him, upstairs, into the room you two now shared. He sat you down on the bed while he sat in one of the chairs, holding both of your hands. “Something has been eating at you for a while now. Please tell me what it is. You know you can tell me anything.” You contemplated for a moment, then took a deep breath. “I just…I have a bit…I’ve got kitten fever and it’s driving me crazy because we’ve only been together for a little while and my human side is saying that I don’t need kittens because I have the kids but my other side…well, you saw what happened with Taehyung.” He blinked, quiet. “Besides, we’re not ready for kittens and how would the kids even react to it? And then there are the other guys, we can’t just drop more responsibility on their laps. Namjoon and Taehyung have their business to run, and the other three are always helping with the cubs so much…” “Which is exactly why having a kit now wouldn’t change much,” Yoongi said. Your brain stalled and it took a couple of tries to get it to work again. “I’m sorry, what?” “The timing is actually really good, y/n. Jihun still checks to see if your car is here in the mornings on Sundays, you know. And lets face it, Misuk will want her own little siblings eventually, and we’re bound to want our own kits. It’s natural. It doesn’t mean we love the kids any less. It just means we want to add more love into our lives.” He shrugged. “If we try to wait until everything is perfect, we’ll never have kids of our own. And frankly, the thought of you carrying my kits…” There was a light in his eyes that you knew well. “Well, let’s just say it makes me feel pretty wild myself.” You looked at your joined hands, thumb lightly running over his knuckle. “So, let’s have kits,” He said calmly, like it was a normal, everyday conversation. “We haven’t been together that long…” “We both know we’re meant to be, and we’re already raising Misuk and Jowoon as our own basically. I mean, they call you mom and once Misuk gets older she’ll probably follow Jowoon’s lead and call me dad or maybe she’ll follow Heiran and Jihun and call Hoseok dad, but either way, we’re still raising them. What’s one more?” “Shouldn’t we at least give things time to settle, make sure the others are okay and have other things in their lives other than just—” “No offense to them, but I’m not going to stop living my life and moving forward just because they haven’t balanced their lives. I love them, but it’s their own problem. Their lives won’t change how we take care of the kids and our kit. Hoseok is fine, and Namjoon and Taehyung are good. The other two can figure things out on their own. If they need time and space to do so, well, we’re able to take care of the kids. Besides, if your body wanting kits makes you tackle Taehyung—a dog hybrid—while he’s playing with Jowoon, then I think we should pay attention to it.” “Heiran won’t like it.” “She’ll get over it,” He assured you. “And what if Jihun thinks that he needs to pick up the slack?” “We’ll make sure he knows he doesn’t have to. Besides, he’s let go of that ever since you came into our lives. He’s fine. They’re all fine. And Jowoon is sleeping through the night again.” He stood up, moving to sit beside you on the bed. He pushed your hair from your neck so he could kiss it. You tilted your head away so that he could reach your neck more easily, sighing softly. “Done arguing with yourself?” You nodded a bit. “Are we going to try for kittens?” You nodded, smiling a little. He turned your head so he could kiss your lips. “Should we start trying right now?” You grinned. “Yes please.”

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Pretty Paper, Pretty Ribbons

Description: Christmas Story Raffle submission, Shattered Pieces series, kids with wrapping paper, ribbons, and enjoying big boxes more than presents. Christmas morning has arrived and there’s a lot to talk about, but the kids come first. Cuteness ensues.

Warnings: Use your own judgement

Posted: 01/03/19

Tags: hybrid bts, yoongi x reader

Fluffy and Melancholy: 5,329 words

A/N: Because of the story line, this part is absolutely loaded. I just, I kept writing. And writing. There were a couple of spots where I was like “awesome! we’re done...except I forgot to include this” so it’s just, it took a while. I had no intention of taking on all of the things that I did in this, but hopefully it feels satisfactory to you guys. There is a page break that hopefully works since I officially got my first complaint over the length of my stories when they appear on other people’s feed. I don’t want to say suck it up cupcake but I already did page breaks.

You curled into the warmth, sighing happily. You were perfectly cozy, and while your head felt fuzzy from crying last night you were still feeling really great. Lips pressed gently to your forehead. You kept your eyes closed, breathing in his scent. “Morning.” “Good morning. Merry Christmas,” He spoke lowly, thumb rubbing your arm softly. “Feeling better?” You nodded. “Kids awake yet?” “Are we being bounced on?” You laughed in your chest. “Not yet.” “Then they’re not up yet.” He stretched a little and then wrapped back around you. “So we can talk.” You hummed grumpily at the mention of talking. “But sleep…” “You’re already awake, and so am I. Besides…it’s important.” He pressed a soft kiss to your eyebrow. You slowly blinked, then blinked rapidly as you adjusted to the soft light that came in from the window. He looked amazing. His face slightly puffy from sleep, his hair an adorable mess, and his eyes only half-open with sleepiness gave you a sight that you wished you could snap a picture of and keep hostage for the rest of your life. It gave you such a warm, peaceful feeling. You touched his chest, noticing the quiet purr that emanated from him at your touch. “What did you want to talk about?” “Last night, today, tomorrow,” He listed them, shifting forward to wrap his arms around you again. “I want to talk about what—” The door swung open and someone came scurrying in, climbing up and then jumping on both of you. You groaned. “Merry Christmas to you too, Heiran.” She nuzzled between both of you, purring and chuffing and grinning excitedly. Yoongi grinned, cuddling her and placing kisses on her cheeks. “Merry Christmas, Heiran-ah.” She kissed him, then you, then pulled on your hands as Jihun came sliding in. “It’s Christmas! It’s Christmas! It’s Christmas!” He fell, got back up, and ran over, not even registering your presence as he started pulling Yoongi from the bed. “Get up! Get up! It’s Christmas!” He then ran out of the room, slipping and sliding. You and Yoongi were laughing as you listened to him racing up and down the hall, yelling, “Everyone wake up, it’s Christmas! Wake up! Christmas!” “He’s excited. He’s actually excited! I don’t know what we’ll do if these gifts tank. Their first Christmas without their parents. They’re excited.” He leaned in and kissed you. “Of course they are. You’ve gotten them excited. Ready, Heirannie? Let’s go open presents!” You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him back in for another kiss. “Merry Christmas, Yoongi.” He smiled at you. “Merry Christmas.” You scooped up Heiran and carried her out into the hallway. Jihun came sliding to a stop, looking up at you with surprise. “Did you go past me?” You nodded. “Merry Christmas, Jihun-nie-bun.” He grinned and hugged you, then pressed a kiss to his sister’s cheek. You set the girl down so she could race over to Hoseok, who looked like he was still half-asleep. Jihun hugged your neck. “I’m trying.” “I’ll do my best to make it a good Christmas, honey,” You whispered, smiling. You pulled away to look at him. He met your eyes, looking somewhat confused. “Why do you smell like eomma?”

“I had to borrow some of her clothes. Is that okay?” You asked gently. He nodded rapidly. “Is it okay if I hug you and pretend it’s my mom?” His eyes filled with tears. You kissed his forehead and pulled him close again. “Hold on tight.” He wrapped around you as you lifted him. “Heiran, Jowoon, come here,” You called, noticing the toddler following his sister around. They both came running after you. You went into her room. The room Yoongi had showed you last night. You carried Jihun over to big papasan chair, you set him to your on side, pulling Heiran and Jowoon up with you. They were all cuddling into you. Jowoon’s eyes were huge, his nose twitching. “Eomma.” You opened the album. “I know you miss them, all three of you. Even if Jowoon doesn’t really understand.” Jowoon perked up more when he heard his name. “Me!” “Yes, you,” You leaned over and kissed his nose. He grinned and collapsed onto you with a purr. Heiran looked around. Her eyes landed on a huge picture of her parents together. She pointed, her little hand spelling out ‘appa’. “Yeah, baby, that’s your appa.” Jihun cuddled into you. “Shouldn’t we go open presents?” “We’re giving the others time to make breakfast,” You answered, kissing his cheek. “We have all day for presents. We can take a little while.” He nuzzled into you and the chair. “It smells just like her in here. Like she’s been here everyday.” “Your uncles have done their best to make sure this room is preserved for you kids. So that on days like today, you can come in here and just…breathe.” You smoothed his bedhead, gently rubbing over his ears. He chuffed softly, tucking his head into your neck. Heiran was still fixated on the picture of her parents. Then she frowned, her nose wrinkling. She pointed at you and then signed out Yoongi’s name. You tilted your head, uncertain what she meant. She touched her nose, pointed at you, then signed Yoongi’s name again. You just nodded. “Yeah, I smell a little like Yoongi today, don’t I?” She nodded, then moved Jowoon so could cuddle you and him, resting a hand Jihun’s arm. He took her hand, eyes still closed, breathing through his nose. He looked up at you and smiled softly. “Thanks, y/n.” You kissed his forehead again. “Breakfast is ready,” Namjoon called from the doorway, looking like he didn’t dare come any closer to the room. Jowoon gasped and scrambled off of your lap (almost falling on his head and making both you and the other two kids flinch forward to try and catch him) and raced over to Namjoon. “Up! Up please!” Namjoon chuckled and scooped him up. “Jin-hyung made bacon and sausage!” He told the enthusiastic toddler as he carried him away. Jihun looked conflicted. “Do you think Namjoon-hyung will drop him?” “Has he dropped him before?” “No, but dropped Heiran.” Heiran made a face, growling slightly and rubbing her forehead. “Well, we should go down as well and we can make sure that he doesn’t drop your brother. He’s very careful with all of you though, so I doubt that he’ll drop your brother.” Jihun wiggled off of your lap, then whipped around with huge eyes. “It’s Misuk’s first Christmas!” You nodded. “It is.” He grinned and raced out of the room. Heiran gasped and raced after him, signing for him to wait for her and that he couldn’t take all of the bacon. You carefully exited the room, closing it firmly behind you and turning the key that Yoongi had left in the lock for you. You stood in the hallway for a moment, then frowned and turned toward their old room. You went in, looking around carefully. You looked through the closet, not touching the fabric if you could help it. In the cabinets, in the dressers, the bathroom cabinets, then the nightstands and finally under the bed, collecting the things that were stashed away that were obviously for the kids. “Are those…” Jungkook choked. “She struck me as a planner. Plus…most of their birthdays fell right after their parent’s death. I figured you guys wouldn’t have been able to look through everything.” You looked through the cards that they both had written for the three older children, then the one that Jimin must have written for Misuk. The letters would have more meaning for the youngest three when they were older, so you set those aside, but you took Jihun’s because you knew he would want it. Just…maybe for later that day. “I just don’t know if this would make his Christmas better, or upset him and make Christmas harder.” Jungkook looked over the gifts that were already wrapped in birthday wrapping paper, labeled in both of their handwriting. The letters. He looked away, jaw trembling before going taut. “Wait until tonight.” You nodded, then put them all back in the suitcase under the bed that she had kept some of them in. He looked at you. “Jihun seems to be in a really good mood.” “He’s strong. He understands that if he acts sad, the other two will be sad. Come on, we should hurry. Maybe cover up your scent a bit, Jungkook. I’ve got a pumpkin pie to put in the oven.” He flashed you a smile. “You’re the best.” “Sometimes I wonder if I’m actually raising you too.” He laughed and followed you down to the breakfast table, where they hadn’t waited for you two (thankfully, nothing was worse than a hungry Jowoon except maybe a feverish Heiran). Jihun kept looking over at all of the presents, wiggling in his seat. A week ago you had gotten all of the men to sit down and tell you what Christmas was normally like for the kids. Which was rushing down and opening their stockings, then once everyone was ready the presents would be opened. Yoongi had been part of their Christmas since he moved in, and would read them three Christmas stories on Christmas eve (which he had also done last night, as planned), and then would watch the kids and play with them while their parents made breakfast. After breakfast they would get dressed and wait for the other men to arrive with their second round of gifts, followed by Christmas lunch. After that, the afternoon was more spontaneous. Anticipating that the kids would already be feeling like Christmas was different, you made slight alterations (such as breakfast before gifts) to the plan for the day so that they could pinpoint the changes other than their missing parents, but still kept the day mostly the same. They wouldn’t have two rounds of present opening since all of the men lived here now and already had their gifts to the kids under the tree, which was another change from what was normal for them. But you wanted to keep the rest as similar as you could to what they were used to. Finally, Heiran—the slowest eater—finished eating and looked at you with big eyes. “Presents?” You smiled at her and nodded, fighting your initial response of laughing in happiness at her actually speaking. “Yeah, Heirannie, let’s go open your stockings while Hoseok-oppa gets Misuk.” She purred loudly and slipped out of her chair, rushing over to the living room and getting her stocking. Jihun stared after her. “She spoke.” “Merry Christmas,” You said softly, quickly picking up Jowoon and following into the living room as well as Jihun and the other men process her speaking again. She was already starting in on opening her stocking, which was just some chocolate, a small stuffed animal, and some hair bows. She held up the bows to you, grinning. “You want one in your hair?” She nodded, pointing to a sparkly, red one. You put it in her hair for her, then took her picture so she could see it as well. She purred and then started playing with her new stuffed elephant, clipping two of her bows onto its ears, then hugging it tightly. She took it over to the tree, looking at the presents and making small sounds like she was talking with it. You sat with Jowoon, wiping his face with the washcloth that Jungkook brought you. “Messy baby.” “No’a baby,” He grumbled, but his gaze was fixed on the sparkly tree and presents. “Pretty.” Jihun set Jowoon’s stocking down beside you, then sat in front of you to open his stocking. He also had some candy, a new hat (he loved hats), and a couple figurines. He grinned up at you, then wrapped around your legs. “Thanks, y/n-noona!” “Those are the right candies, right?” He nodded, rubbing his face against your calf, then releasing and catching his sister to see what she got. Jowoon pulled everything out of his stocking, giggling as he pulled out a stuffed dog and hugging it tightly. “Puppy!” You smiled, putting everything back into his stocking. Hoseok brought Misuk out. She was awake and giggled as all three of her siblings gathered around her, giving her kisses and tickling her with their ears and tails. She was five months now, growing so quickly, and you were certain you’d have to carefully watch everyone to make sure she didn’t get spoiled rotten. The kids adored her, the men adored her, and she soaked up the attention like a sponge. Which was actually how most of the kids were. They basked in praise and attention, highly motivated to get praise and shrinking away from criticism. Punishments were the stuff of nightmares, for everyone involved. Thankfully the kids were generally well-behaved, and good natured. “We can open presents now?” You nodded and waved towards the tree. “Just remember to read the tags before you open presents.” He nodded and pulled presents toward people, dispersing some of them before settling with a smaller present of his own. You helped Jowoon open his present. He grabbed the paper and started playing with it, giggling. Then he gasped delightedly and pulled out a new sweater. “Wear now?” “In a bit, baby. There are more presents to open.” You gave him another box for him to tear apart delightedly. Heiran had gotten distracted by the ribbon around her first gift, getting Taehyung to tie the ribbon around her. “Should have just gotten her ribbons,” Jungkook giggled. “Didn’t want her accidentally choking herself, keep an eye on her with those ribbons,” You instructed carefully, helping Jowoon pull another plushie from the box. He squealed and crushed it in his arms. It was a lion plush and he buried his face in its mane. Heiran squealed even louder, climbing into the box and wiggling under the blanket. You all had wrapped some of the presents into boxes that the kids could fit into because they liked that sort of thing. They would take blankets or stuffed animals and crawl into small spaces and play or nap. Jihun laughed and looked into the box. “Heiran! Peekaboo!” She giggled and peeked up at him. He kissed her nose then stopped to stare at the biggest present. “That has my name on it…” “It does,” Namjoon replied. Hoseok started playing peekaboo with Heiran, and Jowoon when he scurried over and climbed into the box as well. Jihun tore through his other presents, excited about all of the toys and clothes, saving the big box for last. Seokjin had scooped Heiran up and directed her attention back to the presents some time ago. Jihun was looking around with a frown. “What’s wrong, Jihun?” You asked. He looked back at you, then back at the presents under the tree, separating them out without giving you an answer. He looked over all of them, then turned and looked at the men desperately. “Where’s y/n’s presents?” You blinked in surprise. “Oh, Jihun, I don’t need presents.” “But I got you a present! From me, Heiran-ah, Jowoon-ah, and Misuk-ah.” He kept looking, this time with the help of Jungkook and Taehyung. “It got wrapped, right?” Namjoon asked, handing Misuk to Yoongi to help with the search. You shook your head a bit. “Don’t worry about it.” “Taehyung, you had her gifts, right?” “Gifts? Plural?” You asked, not that anyone was listening to you. Taehyung shook his head. “We put them in Seokjin-hyung’s room because I was hiding other presents and didn’t have the space.” “I’ll go check my room,” Jin said, directing Heiran toward Hoseok and then loping out of the room. You tilted your head, trying to wrap your head around the plurality of the word. One gift from the kids you could understand. But other gifts as well? Sure, you had gotten gifts for all of them, but you had no idea that they actually thought to get you gifts as well. Yoongi slid over to sit beside you. “So, that conversation…” “Right now?” You asked in a whisper. “Well,” he put a present on your leg, “you could open that first. But I think it’s going to take them a while. I told them not to forget to wrap them but bath time after you left was…a trial.” You stared at the present for a second, then picked it up and unwrapped it. “I should have said something after Thanksgiving. I’m not good at expressing things.” You opened the box and smiled at the simple but beautiful necklace. You pulled it out and admired it closer. “I…I want to be with you.” You bit your lip, still looking down at the necklace. You knew if you looked at him he might chicken out. “I know we haven’t really courted or gone on dates, but we’re already living in the same house. You take care of me. I try to take care of you. I’ve done a really bad job of it so far. I’ll work on being better. Starting every night. You take the brunt of the burden and I want you to be able to rely on me.” You couldn’t help the purr that erupted from your chest. “Okay.” “O-okay?” You looked at him, smiling softly. “I’d like that.” He grinned back at you, a little embarrassed, and partially hiding behind Misuk. “Okay.” You put the necklace on, then took his hand. “Jihun, why don’t you help Jowoon and Heiran open their big presents.” He nodded, looking a little upset, but he led Jowoon over to rip the wrapping paper off of the big box in front of him. Jungkook cut the tape for them. Jowoon got a hand into the box and his eyes got huge. He wiggled through as soon as the opening was big enough and then pulled the flaps closed behind him, hissing when Jihun tried to open it back up. Jihun looked back at you, amused and bewildered. You laughed. “Jowoon! What did you get? Can you show me, baby?” It was quiet for a moment, then he dragged the stuffed dog that was bigger than him out of the box. His fur was fluffed out and his hair was a static-y mess, he held the dog’s head in a death grip, shivering with excitement. “Puppy,” He breathed, tail straight up in the air with his excitement. Heiran hurriedly ripped into hers. She gasped loudly and dove into the box, purring loudly. Jihun laughed and tilted her box so that he could drag her and her huge white tiger plush out of the box. It was the same size as her and she was clearly pleased, not letting go as she was pulled out. She just collapsed into Jihun’s lap with the stuffy on top of her. Jowoon was busy pulling the dog back into the box behind him. Jihun finally went to the big box and tore the paper off of it, then managed to get the tape up and open the flaps. He grinned and crawled into it. “Thank you!” You laughed, leaning onto Yoongi’s shoulder. You knew that Jihun would love getting boxes and it had taken you a while to just find the box, which was a refrigerator box. You had packed some new art supplies in there, a fluffy blanket, and a stuffed animal pillow. It would occupy his free time for at least a week, if not longer. “I don’t think we needed to get them any other gifts,” Namjoon said, laughing. Heiran ran around collecting all of the ribbons and then stashing them into her box, then she went to each of the adults and gave them kisses, ending with Hoseok. He chuckled and gave her three more kisses. “Merry Christmas, Heirannie.” “Merry Christmas, Hobi,” She squeaked out, with a eye and nose scrunching grin before curling up in his arms. He cuddled her closely, pressing kisses all over her face. “I love you, Heiran. I love you, I love you, I love you.” She giggled and wiggled in his grasp. “Love you.” “We all love you,” Taehyung said, snatching her from Hoseok (who screeched in protest) and nuzzled into her, his tail wagging a mile a minute. You barely registered when Yoongi handed Misuk to you to take a call, enjoying watching all of the boys (Seokjin had returned with your gifts in bags and plain boxes just as she spoke) fawn over her while she looked at them with giggled, oblivious to why they were so excited but soaking up the love, praise, and attention. Jowoon came over, handing you your gifts like he had seen Jihun doing for everyone else. Yoongi suddenly came back, plucking Misuk from your grasp and handing her off to a very surprised Hoseok, then pulled you out of the room. “What’s wrong?” You asked, worried by his behavior. He met your eyes. “My story. The one I wasn’t supposed to be pursuing.” “The one about their parents that I’ve been covering for you over?” He nodded. “It led to their killers. Exposes them. And my boss is running it, as is every other publisher in the town after he made some calls. The police arrested them. The government just submitted a bill for human rights to be restored. It went into voting yesterday. I didn’t want to say anything until it was finalized but…it passed. It passed. And they’re caught.” You stared for a moment. “So…that’s good…right?” He laughed, smiling and nodding. Tears filled his eyes. You quickly hugged him. “It’s over?” “It’s getting there. I got justice for them. I did it the right way. Like they would want.” He held onto you tightly for a short while, then pulled away. “I don’t know how to tell them.” “I’ll tell them. Later. Jihun is the only one of the kids who will understand right now, but when it is published, we’ll take clippings and when they’re old enough to be curious and understand, we’ll tell them. Okay?” He nodded, then kissed you. He held you gently but firmly as his lips molded against yours, and his tail wrapped around to catch your tail, twining it with yours and pulling you close to him. When he pulled away, he looked into your eyes. “As much as I miss them and it hurts, and I hate that the kids lost their parents are hurt…I’m so glad I met you.” “I’m glad I met you, too.” You kissed him. “Circumstances are terrible, but…I feel at home here. I haven’t felt at home anywhere since I was a teenager. Now, we should go back before they start worrying needlessly.” He nodded. “Okay, stay close to me?” You nodded, holding onto him as you both strolled back to the living room and sat down. Jowoon hurried over to you, grinning big. “Hi.” “Hi,” You responded, placing a kiss on his expectant lips. “I love you.” You giggled with him. “I love you too.” He ran off. Heiran came over and cuddled into your lap as well as Yoongi’s, she purred loudly and happily, then sat up touched your face. “Eomma and Appa aren’t coming back,” She said quietly, purr gone and voice a little sad. “No, Heiran-ah. They aren’t,” You replied softly, stroking her hair. She nodded, then looked up at Yoongi. “Then who’s going to be my parents?” “Well, you have all of us,” Yoongi said, looking to you and the other men for support. “Do you think you need new parents?” You asked carefully, wondering if she would continue talking. She seemed inclined to do so, but you were so used to signing and interpreting her mewls and purrs. You just wanted her to be happy. She frowned, then hissed lightly and curled into the space between both of you. She was pouting, probably unable to figure out how to express her thoughts and feelings. She put your hands on her head, butting into it and letting you smooth her ears with her hair as well until she was chuffing softly. Jihun was distracted playing in the big box with Jowoon, so all of the men came over, forming a semi-circle around Heiran. “Heiran, we want you be happy. Do you want to have one of us to be your dad?” Taehyung asked softly, playing with her foot lovingly. She hummed thoughtfully, looking up at you with an expression you didn’t understand. She crawled fully into your lap. “Jihun!” His head popped out of the box and he looked over, smiling. “Yeah?” She glanced up at you again, then slid off of your lap. “Fam’ly meetin’” She ran over to the box and they both disappeared inside. They were talking quietly and you were surprised at how well the box muffled their conversation. Hoseok shook his head. “She’s talking like she never stopped.” You nodded. “Whatever makes her happiest. If she’s at the point where she feels comfortable talking again, then we need to make sure not to discourage her from expressing herself in whatever way she feels comfortable. Sign language, or spoken words.” They all nodded as well. “So, when did you and Yoongi get together?” Jin asked, bunny ear swiveling towards the box where the kids were. “Last night. Keep up, hyung.” Taehyung grinned evilly. Namjoon and Jungkook both looked a little shocked. Jin rolled his eyes. “Sorry I decided to get what sleep I could. I’ve been on baby duty, remember?” Hoseok nodded. “Don’t worry, it’s my turn tonight. You’ll get to sleep the night through. Besides, I’m not surprised. Yoongi can’t stop purring whenever she comes into the room. He’s gotten way cleaner since she came along too, and is twice as attentive to fixing things around the house.” You smiled and looked at him. He let out a sort of screech of embarrassment. “Yah, shut up!” Jihun crawled out of the box, standing up and waiting for both of his siblings. He held their hands and led them over (Jowoon hopping along, giggly and oblivious to the seriousness of his siblings). You smiled encouragingly at them. He took a breath, glancing down at his sister, then at you. “We just want you kids to be happy and healthy,” You told him, nodding for him to speak his mind. The seven year old bit his lip, then took a deep breath. “Eomma and Appa…they’re gone. We don’t…we don’t intend to replace them. But…” He kept glancing at you. “We don’t know who our actual legal guardian is. She wants to be able to turn to someone as parental figures. We know that Misuk…and Jowoon…they need parents. They should know what it’s like to have parents.” Namjoon nodded. “Well, your parents will left your care to your godparents. For you, Jihun, that’s Hoseok and Seokjin. For Heiran it’s Hoseok and Yoongi. Jowoon had Yoongi and Seokjin. And Misuk had Jungkook and Me. But they also always said that Hoseok would get custody of you all if something happened to them, with Yoongi and Seokjin also having legal presence in your life. He’s the legally appointed guardian.” Hoseok nodded, cradling Misuk. Jihun nodded. “Okay. But…” Hoseok smiled at him. “It’s not the same as having parent that are united. Together.” Jihun nodded slowly. He handed Misuk to Jungkook, then pulled Jihun and Heiran into his arms. “Well, how about we say this: when it comes to things that you and Heiran need a parent for, I’ll be the one to take care of it all. When you go to public school, if you decide you want to go to public school and you need a signature on a permission slip, I’ll be the parent to do that. I’ll love you two with all I’ve got. But when you need a mom…” He trailed off, glancing at you. You looked at Yoongi. He smiled shyly, then nodded, looking down. You nodded to Hoseok. “Then y/n is there for you. And her and Yoongi will be the parental figures for Jowoon and Misuk. It’s going to be a little messy and confusing, but we’re all here for you guys. How does that sound?” Jihun looked at Heiran. She blinked at him, looking a little lost. Her five-year-old mind was lost where his seven-year-old mind had managed to keep up. You let go of Yoongi’s hand and stroked her hair to gain her attention. She purred softly, leaning into your touch. “Hoseok-oppa will be your dad, and I’ll be your mom. Is that okay, Heiran-ah?” You asked softly. “Jowoon and Misuk will probably call Yoongi dad instead. Is that okay?” She thought about it, then wiggled out of Hoseok’s arms and flung herself into your arms with a purr. You figured that meant yes. Yoongi met your gaze. Jihun sighed. “Okay. Okay.” He cuddled up into Hoseok’s arms. He looked so small. Jowoon, blissfully ignorant, crawled into Seokjin’s lap, playing with the man’s bunny ears. “We’d call you mom and dad,” Jihun clarified. Everyone nodded. He bit his lip, looking at you. “You’re staying?” You nodded, smiling up at Yoongi. “Yeah. I’m staying. I’ve found my family.” Yoongi leaned down and kissed you on what had to have been impulse given his shyness. In fact, he turned pretty red after doing so. That’s when Jihun seemed to process what Hoseok and you had said about you and Yoongi being the parental figures for his youngest siblings. He slowly grinned, eyes lighting up. “You’re really staying?!” “Well, you see, there are these four little cubs that just wiggled and chuffed their way into my heart,” You told him, leaning over and rubbing your nose against his awaiting nose. He giggled and then sat back into Hoseok’s arms, purring happily, all the weight seeming to pull off of his shoulders. “You’re staying.” “I’ve grown pretty attached,” You replied, nuzzling Heiran when she protested at not getting nuzzles when her brother did. “Besides, I basically already live here and I worry about you when I’m away. You’re my babies now.” He crawled over to you wiggling into your arms alongside his sister. “Okay, mom. Eomma would have liked that you were here to take care of us when she couldn’t.” You were surprised at his use of the word, but more surprised at how warm and fuzzy you felt. How much your attachment to them seemed to solidify, and strengthen. You had basically adopted them already, but having it acknowledged felt like the best thing in the world after your relationship with Yoongi. “They were caught,” Yoongi said suddenly, breaking the silence. “The people who did this. They were caught.” “You—” Seokjin cut himself off before he started yelling. He took a deep breath and then released it. “Your story?” Jihun was peeking over at Yoongi. Yoongi nodded. “Getting published. By everyone. They were caught. They’re in jail.” Everyone seemed to shift closer together, closer to you and the kids. Yoongi had dropped to the floor, putting an arm around you. Jungkook was on your other side, he’d basically fallen into a little-brother relationship with you after your first week with them and only had a little hesitance when he leaned against your shoulder, still holding a sleeping Misuk. Jowoon realized it was group cuddle time and hurried over to his siblings, collapsing on them and Yoongi. Tae followed suit, pulling Jin, who pulled Hoseok, who pulled Namjoon into it. You purred softly under the pile of kittens. You still had a pile of presents, but you felt like everything would pale in comparison to this.

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Endangered Species

Series Masterpost

Endangered Species Trilogy: Hybrid!JiminXReader: You’re considered medically perfect for hybrids, as a mate. And you fetch quite the pretty price at auction, where you’re purchased by the kindest person you’ve ever crossed paths with. Complete.

Wordcount: 8,982 + Epilogue

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3   Epilogue    Bonus Drabble

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Tails and Tears Trilogy: Your life with Jimin is just about perfect. Your two little cubs are growing strong and keeping your life interesting, you just hope you can continue to keep them from being discovered by those who are less than thrilled with you and Jimin. Endangered Species Sequel. Jimin x reader.

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3   Epilogue

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Shattered Pieces Fic (complete)

Part 1-Shattered Pieces (Just for fun): Formerly Deleted Endangered Species Sequel, this fic takes place after the Tails and Tears Trilogy but can be read as an actual Sequel, as you help put together the broken pieces of a family after a loss.

Part 2- Clingy Candy: One of the story raffle submissions; Shattered Pieces kids carving pumpkins and going trick or treating with the little girl clinging to you. Wordcount: 2,710

Part 3- Pumpkin Pie and Turkey Legs: One of the Thanksgiving story raffle submissions, Shattered Pieces Universe. Thanksgiving day is an interesting affair with the cubs and the guys involved. Wordcount: 2,893

Part 4- Mistletoe Misuse: Christmas Eve finds you returning from a date and having to deal with a Yoongi. Shattered Pieces sequel/Endangered Species Series. Wordcount: 1,932

Part 5- Pretty Paper, Pretty Ribbons: Christmas Story Raffle submission, Shattered Pieces series, kids with wrapping paper, ribbons, and enjoying big boxes more than presents. Christmas morning has arrived and there’s a lot to talk about, but the kids come first. Cuteness ensues. Wordcount: 5,329.

Part 6- Feverish: Ever since Christmas, your life has been perfect. Except, you’re ready for more and it’s causing problems.

Part 7- Cotton-tails:  Easter is coming, but things aren’t “hoppy” in the house for anyone.

Part 8- Mother’s Day: You weren’t sure you wanted to celebrate Mother’s Day, but at the request of one of you cubs, you make a special trip.

Part 9- Picnic: A beautiful day, means a picnic day. Everything looks better bathed in flower petals. Almost everything. Part 9 of the Shattered Pieces fic, Endangered Species series.

Part 10- As Time Flies: Time is a funny thing, and life makes it fly by faster than you can think with your mate, cubs, and all the other guys.

Part 11- Glue: Kittens and Cubs grow quickly, and life goes on faster than you would like, but you still get to enjoy the ride.  

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Masterlist

#endangeredspeciesfic #Endangered Species Series Masterpost #masterpost

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I know mother days isnt like an actual holiday holiday, but I was just kinda thinking about like how cute (but totally sad) it would be to see how y/ handles mothers day with her adoptive litter from endangered species sequel ? ? 🥺

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Eh, what the heck. You guys aren’t getting a part of any story for a while as it is. I’ll post it as an actual part later.

“Y/n-noona?” 

You blinked a couple times as you came out of your course-planning stupor. “Yes, Jihun?”

He glanced out in the hallway, then came in a couple steps, looking nervous.

You waited for a moment. “Jihun-ah?” If it had been Heiran, you would have been worried at being called by your own name. Jihun went back and forth between calling you mom and calling you noona.

He looked at the floor. “It’s about mother’s day….”

Your heart clenched. “What about it?” You’d been avoiding even mentioning the holiday. You didn’t want to celebrate it. It felt like lying. You were their mother, but you weren’t. The whole thing was a big recipe for an anxiety attack because part of you felt like you should help them remember their real mother but another part of you worried that you would just hurt them.

“Are we…are we celebrating it?”

You shrugged a little. “I don’t know. I didn’t have plans to, but if you wanted to do something for it…”

He looked down, then back up at you. “Could we take flowers to Eomma’s grave? Us kids and you?”

You contemplated for a moment, then nodded. “Sure, Jihun. If that’s what you want.”

“Thanks, mom,” He almost whispered, then darted out.

You leaned back in your chair, tapping your pencil on the desk. You and the kids. That was pretty specific. At least their graves were in a secure location, and they wouldn’t get exposed too much. 

Yoongi came in a few minutes later with a cup of tea for you. “Hey, thought you could use this.”

You smiled and took a sip before purring appreciatively.

He gently nuzzled your head, then tilted your chin up. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, Jihun just asked me about Mother’s day. He wants me to take him and his siblings to their parent’s grave.” You set the cup aside and made a couple notes about the curriculum for Heiran before closing that binder and setting it aside. 

“Oh?” His tone was wary.

You twined your tail loosely with his. “It’s fine, Yoongi. If that’s what he wants, that’s what we’ll do. I wasn’t planning on ever celebrating mother’s day, anyway.”

There was the hint of a growl deep in him.

“Jihun is probably the only one that even remembers mother’s day anyway. They’re going through a lot of changes in such a short time and they’re doing amazingly well. The least I can do is go to the cemetery with them to put flowers on their mother’s grave.” You pulled out Jihun’s curriculum binder and opened it.

“And you’re okay?”

“I’m fine,” You reassured your over-protective mate, gently nudging him off the arm of the chair. “And I’ll be better once I figure out their curriculum for next fall.”

—-

Heiran skipped through the flower-lined bath, only stopping to watch a butterfly. She was in a fantastic mood, which was great since she’d been alternating between tantrums and sweet cuddles during the bout of sickness she went through a few weeks prior.

Jowoon was walking along, smiling and holding tightly to your hand.

Jihun was mostly looking at the flowers he was carrying. White lilies.

Misuk was fast asleep on your shoulder.

You were trying to stay calm, wishing that Jihun hadn’t insisted that none of the guys join you. 

Heiran had stopped, tail high in alarm, rigid.

Jihun took her hand gently. “Come on, we’re putting flowers on Eomma and Appa’s grave.”

She looked up at him, then slowly let him lead the way out.

You stood back a little after they stopped in front of their parents’ gravestone, letting Jowoon’s hand go so he could be a part of what his siblings were doing.

Jihun brushed the dead leaves off the stone and lay the flowers carefully in front of it, then placed his arms around the shoulders of the two younger cubs. 

You took a shaky breath in, looking away.

“We’re okay, Eomma. You sent a really nice mom to us,” Jihun said.

You buried your face in Misuk’s blanket as the tears leaked out of your eyes.

“She reminds me of you sometimes, and she takes really good care of all of us, even our uncles. I know we have to live without you…” His voice trembled. “But since we do, she’s the best mom we could have asked to take your place.”

“She’s cuddly,” Heiran lisped in a whisper, nuzzling into her brother’s side.

Jihun laughed wetly. “Yeah. That too.”

You were barely controlling your breathing, finding yourself silently promising the dead woman that you would protect and love her cubs fiercely.

“We love you, Eomma.” Jihun whispered, then his hand was grasping yours. “We love you, too, Mom.”

You dropped to your knees to smother your cubs in hugs and kisses.

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Tails and Tears: Part 2

Description: Your life with Jimin is just about perfect. Your two little cubs are growing strong and keeping your life interesting, you just hope you can continue to keep them from being discovered by those who are less than thrilled with you and Jimin. Endangered Species Sequel.

Warnings: As ever, tell me if I need to put warnings in

Posted: 12/06/2018

Tags: Jimin X reader, Hybrid AU, Hybrid!Jimin, Hybrid!BTS

Fluff and Angst: 1,426 words

A/N: Part 2! Woohoo!

“Eomma?” The soft hiss came from right beside you. You shook your head slightly, forcing your eyes open when you heard your baby’s voice. “Honey?” He gently nudged your cheek with his nose, then kissed it. “I’m scared, eomma.” You blinked a couple times, trying to reach up and stroke his hair, but something was holding you down by your wrists and ankles. You fought the panic that rose in you, this was all too familiar. Jihun sniffled. You quickly kissed his nose, then glanced around. Sterile room. You’d been in so many of these before Jimin. Now your baby was in one. Was Heiran here? “Jihun, is it just us in here, baby?” He nodded. His pupils were huge with terror. “They didn’t see sissy,” He whispered quietly, barely loud enough for you to hear. He seemed to understand that it wasn’t safe to speak at a normal volume. You relaxed slightly. “Okay, baby. I want you to stay beside me. People are going to come in, I want you to stay quiet. They might get close, I’ll talk to them. You just stay close. Okay?” “Yes, eomma.” His tail curled across your torso and he stayed curled up between your body and your arm. “Is appa okay, eomma?” “I’m sure he’s fine. He’s probably coming to get us right now,” You told him in a soothing tone. “Your appa loves us both so much. Him and your uncles will be here before you know it.” He gave a scared little purr, rubbing his face into your shoulder. Then the sound of an automatic door opening caused both of you to inhale sharply. “Good, you’re awake. Now, it’s been a while since we saw you, y/n. How are you?” You forced yourself not to react to the sleazy voice and the inferred meaning of the man’s words. “I’ll be fine as soon as you release me.” “Oh, now we can’t let you leave. Too many things to check up on. And look at this little one—” You glared at the man and he chuckled, holding up his gloved hands. “I’ve sanitized everything. I know how susceptible white bengal tiger cubs are. Can’t be introduced into society until they’re ten years old because their immune systems develop more slowly, yes? I have no wish to harm your cub.” You didn’t stop glaring at him. “Touch him and I’ll make your life a living nightmare.” The man seemed to take you seriously. “Duly noted.” He started at your feet, examining you. Jihun tucked his head into your neck, a high-pitched mewl in his throat. You kept quiet, watching the man carefully. You recognized him. Vaguely. One of the doctors from forever ago. Then you started counting, something you only did when you were stressed or scared. You counted the seconds as he assessed your bodily health from your feet to your head. “Well, your body is healthy. Joints seem good, skin is healthy and has good color.” He checked your eyes. “Yes, you’re doing well. You have a couple scrapes that we treated while you were unconscious. Your cub has a couple. I release your hands and either I can treat them with the proper equipment or…” You frowned slightly. “I’m watching. One wrong move…” He nodded, chuckling again, then he adjusted the platform you were on so you were sitting and then hit a button. Your wrists were released and you immediately wrapped your arms around Jihun, then you checked him over while he let out the scared tears he’d been holding the whole time. “Eomma!” He wailed softly, big crocodile tears soaking into your shirt. “Oh, I know, baby. It’s okay, love. You must have been so scared, my brave little cub.” You pressed kisses to his cheeks, then tucked him to your chest and neck. “He’s going to treat your cut, baby.” He nodded slightly, still sobbing into your neck. The man carefully treated the couple cuts Jihun had, bandaging them and then quickly backing away. “Someone will be by in a while.” The door opened and closed behind him. Jihun pulled away. “I want to leave, eomma. Let’s leave.” You smoothed his jet-black hair and the fur on his ears. “I know baby. We can’t leave yet, baby. It’s going to be okay. We’re going to be okay.” You nuzzled his little neck, knowing that rubbing his scent gland would help him calm down and relax. A little while later he quieted down, hiccuping softly. “Why’d they take us, eomma?” “Because we’re not like other people, baby. We’re special. But it’s going to be okay. I’m not going to let anything happen to you, Ji-honey.” He sniffled but also giggled slightly at his nick-name. “I love you, eomma.” “I love you too, baby,” You playfully bit his ear and then kissed all over his cheeks until he was hiccuping purrs. It’d been a while, almost twenty minutes. “Eomma?” He whispered. You rubbed his head. “It’s okay baby, I’m just…I’m counting. I’m just seeing how long it’s been.” Old habits die hard. You placed a kiss on his hairline. He was basically the carbon copy of Jimin. You’d seen the pictures of him as a cub and the resemblance was striking. It was calming and terrifying at the same time because while it reminded you of the calming presence of Jimin, you knew this was your baby and he was in danger and you had to get him out. The door opened and you tightened your grip on Jihun. Twenty four minutes, seventeen seconds. “If you don’t cooperate, we will not hesitate to use your cub,” One of the hybrids with a gun said. You glared at her, then got up as they undid your ankles. You kept a firm hold on Jihun. They tried to get close and Jihun growled slightly as you pulled away from them. “Keep your distance. She knows that germs are just as dangerous, if not more dangerous than these weapons to her cub.” The doctor from before chuckled. “She just needs to know that we have someone with a cold at every exit.” Jihun growled more loudly, glaring at them as well. You ran your hand over his tail and tucked it into your arm. “Lead the way,” You said bitterly. What was a small fever for a normal kitten almost killed Jihun when he was two. You weren’t about to risk your baby. They led you down a white hallway, past white rooms. You counted seconds and steps, timing your steps with so that you could keep track of how long you all walked. Jihun hissed every time one of them got close, moving into aggressive fear, reading how you were off. You were led into a room with a table and chairs. “Sit,” The hybrid behind the table said, not even standing to receive you. You did, holding tightly to Jihun, and pushing your chair a distance from the table. She opened and set a folder in front of you. “You are a human. Basic fact. These are other humans. We want you to have children with them to—” “No. The only children I’m having are the ones I’ll have with Jimin. I don’t care who you are or what you say. Putting me in a room with human males will just decrease the human population even further.” You played gently with Jihun’s tail to keep him quiet. Were you really doing this? “You act as if you have a choice,” She replied dryly. “You act as if you can make me do anything. I’m not some slave, despite being treated like one most of my life. I won’t jump when you say jump, I won’t ask how high. I’ll fight. Someone will end up hurt, and if you’re truly concerned about the human population, that’s probably one of the things you want to avoid, now isn’t it?” You kept your voice light, knowing Jihun wasn’t paying attention from the way he chewed on your hair. Her eyes narrowed at you. “Are you threatening your own kind? I thought you were advocating for human protection and rights.” “I am. You’re the one violating the things I’m fighting for. You aren’t trying to help humans, you’re trying to secure a future for hybrids,” You replied, shrugging. “Well, maybe you all should have thought about that before killing so many humans.” She hopped over the desk and slapped you so hard your vision went fuzzy. “Would you like to be next, then?”

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Shattered Pieces

Description: In this formerly trashed version of the sequel, and current sequel of the sequel, you’re hired as a tutor after some stuff happened and yeah. You’ll see why I decided to throw it away. I really do want to see/read your reactions! Please?

Warnings: Mentions of death

Posted: 10/14/2018

Tags: hybrid bts

Angst???: 1,733 words

One kitten was really nothing compared to your last job, in a bunny-hybrid village. You had to quit when you started having nightmares about bunnies attacking you with carrots, which wasn’t actually very far from the reality you lived in. What you understood about this job was that the situation was sensitive, and that the kitten might be a little emotional or difficult. You steeled yourself and rang the doorbell of the massive mansion. A bunny-hybrid answered the door. “Hello?” You blinked a couple times, then cleared your throat. “My name is y/n…” Was the nightmare really continuing? Had you just imagined the agency you worked through telling you that it was some sort of cat hybrid you would be tutoring? Was it actually a bunny kit? “Oh, the tutor for Jihun?” The bunny’s head tilted. You nodded. He nodded for you to come in. “I’m Jungkook. I’m…sort of an Uncle. We all came here after…” You had heard there was some sort of accident or other, but you still weren’t sure of the details. “After?” “After the car crash,” A cat hybrid said, watching you cooly. “The one that killed Jihun’s parents.” You nodded slowly. “I thought it might be something like that, but I wasn’t certain.” “Yoongi. I worked with them, but…we also grew up with his father, Jimin,” The cat, Yoongi, said, looking like he was on the verge of crying. He quickly looked away. “Wait…the crash…it wasn’t that big one, over on—” “Magnolia street. Yeah.” Jungkook almost whispered the reply, looking as broken as the cat. A white tiger and a human—both models for V-RM Fashion, and the biggest models for Human protection—were killed in the car crash that the police had yet to rule accidental. Rumors flew on every street corner, magazine, and newspaper about it being a hit-job by the underground market that was hurt by their joint advocation for human rights. And she was famous for how beautiful she was. Even hybrids with mates—something not taken lightly, and which usually prevents any sort of straying—struggled not to stare at her face. Struggled not to be attracted to her. Even females were drawn to her good looks and sweet voice. “If their kits had been with them…I don’t think any of us would have been able to cope. But we’ve had them to keep us moving forward.” Yoongi looked at his hands as if they had offended him. “Jihun is the oldest?” You guessed. “He’s seven. You’d be teaching Heiran too if she hadn’t gone mute since the accident. Hoseok’s been helping her learn, learning sign-language with her. The other two are too little for school. Jin mostly takes care of them. Me, Jungkook, Taehyung and Namjoon just help where we can, but we also have work. Hoseok and Jungkook are the only ones without jobs and that’s because Hoseok was working for them before they…” “And I quit to help take care of them. I’m still learning…” Jungkook���s gaze stayed on the floor. You nodded thoughtfully, feeling sorry for them. They were obviously struggling with the loss. “Why not public schools?” You asked carefully. Jungkook quickly shook his head. “White tiger cubs immune systems don’t fully develop until they’re ten years old. Not to mention he is a white tiger cub, and his mother…” “She was bought at an auction house. Being an advocate against them…we’re not expecting the police to find evidence of an accident, but we’re also expecting them to claim it was.” Yoongi growled. “Which is why I should be out there!” He called that out into the next room. “No means no!” Another man called out. Right, so you had to not only learn the children’s names and find the teaching style that best fit Jihun, but you also had to please…six men. All of whom, children and men alike, were still in mourning. But you weren’t surrounded by little, gnawing, grumpy bunnies who thought your tail looked like something tasty. Yoongi’s head tilted. “Uh, may I ask what happened to your tail?” You looked at him, then at Jungkook. “You don’t have kits, do you?” His eyes widened and he shook his head emphatically. You nodded. “We’ll be fine then.” “Bunnies did that?” Yoongi sounded surprised. You subconsciously grabbed your tail. “There’s a reason bunnies teach bunnies.” Jungkook looked horrified. “Hyung, did I ever?” “No. Punch us? Kick us? Yes. Never bit us or gnawed on us.” Yoongi shook his head. “Well, I can’t promise that Joowon won’t bite you. He’s in a faze.” “I can deal with one cub biting me. It’s when there are a dozen that things get a little out of hand. I think I should meet the others now that my scent has probably traveled through the house.” They would have time to recognize that there was a new person in the house and their natural curiosity would be peaked soon. Yoongi nodded and led the way through to the living room. “On the couch over there is Taehyung with Joowon.” You smiled and nodded to the man who was reading to a little cub. He smiled back. The cub tugged at the book, his rounded and striped (but mostly white) ears sticking up from a head of thick black hair, but then his nose went into the air and he looked at you with big eyes. Taehyung brought him over, slowly, his deep voice telling the boy that you were a friend and telling him your name. Joowon’s tail stripes weren’t completely defined yet, so you figured he was about two and a half. Still very young. But he smiled at you, and you fell in love with the little cub. “Hello,” You said softly, smiling back. He waved, then got shy and hid his face in Taehyung’s shoulder. Taehyung smiled down lovingly at the boy. He was some sort of dog-hybrid, his tail wagging in delight as he gazed at the child. He was probably focusing on what pack members he still had, as dog-hybrids tended to when losing someone they care about. That meant you would have to be careful that nothing happened to the kids until he accepted you into the pack. So when his attention turned to you to assess you and what sort of threat you might pose, you made sure your gaze wasn’t challenging, but gentle and sympathetic. “This is Namjoon, and Heiran,” Yoongi said, calling your attention a tall man who held another cub, this time an adorable little girl. “Hello,” You greeted them in the same soft voice, and smile. Namjoon managed a smile back while the girl just sort of looked at you curiously and waved slightly. She definitely had a lot of her mother in her. The resemblance was clear. They would have to be careful with her in the future if hybrids were drawn to her like they were drawn to her mother. “That’s Jin,” Yoongi directed your gaze to the man who poked his head in from what must have been the kitchen from the smells that wafted from it. Jin nodded his greeting. “Jungkook, could you go check on Minsu, she sounds fussy.” Jungkook nodded and hurried out. A small hand tugged on yours, and you looked down into the curious face of Heiran. She looked up at you, blinking slowly, then held her hands up. You understood and picked her up, surprised when she automatically cuddled up in your arms but unable to stop the purr that escaped you. She silently chuffed, nuzzling into your neck and then growing still as her breathing deepened. Jihun came in with the man that must of been Hoseok, and his eyes widened when he saw his sister sleeping in your arms. He was the spitting image of his father. “Hello.” “Hello, Jihun.” His eyes widened slightly, nose twitching. “You’re my teacher?” You nodded. “If that’s alright with you.” He nodded, then looked up at Hoseok. “Uncle Hoseok, can I have a cookie?” “Hmm, ask Jin.” Hoseok was wary, gaze flickering between you and the blissfully sleeping child in your arms. It was understandable that if he had been friends with their parents, even working here before they died, that he might be far more protective of the kids than the others. Jihun nodded, coming over and sniffing his sister’s hand and rubbing it between his for a second before going into the kitchen. Hoseok’s facade of strength crumbled, and he just looked defeated as he continued staring at Heiran. “I don’t…I’ve tried…she’s actually napping?” “I’m the most like a mother,” You reasoned gently. Seeing men cry always upset you, and right now you had four men who looked like they all wanted to cry. “She was probably tired enough that just the familiar…anatomy was enough for her to pretend that it was her mother holding her and fall asleep. It doesn’t mean she loves any of you any less, but she misses both of her parents.” He nodded, clearing his throat and pulling himself back together. “Right. You’re right.” You took a deep breath. “Is there a specific room used for lessons?” “This way,” Namjoon said, gesturing for you to follow. He wordlessly guided you to the classroom. “The nursery it two more doors down, and Heiran’s room is across the hall. Think she can be moved to her bed?” You listened to her breathing for a moment, then nodded. “She’s out.” The two of you got her into her own bed, then slipped out of her room. Namjoon looked at you. “I know you’re not a nanny, and that you’re a teacher for Jihun, but I’m really glad you’re here. I think we’re all on the verge of madness if we didn’t start moving in some sort of direction.” You nodded slowly. “I’m happy to help. Their parent’s work…it helped so many and is still helping others. The least I can do is help the six amazing men who took on taking care of their kids without any hesitance.” “How do you know there wasn’t hesitation?” You shrugged. “Call it instinct.” He nodded slowly. “Your credentials were impressive.” “Let’s hope my training was enough to help all of you.” Had to be easier than getting attacked by malicious little bunnies.

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In the endangered species universe, what kind of hybrid is everyone??

Jin: Rabbit, specifically French Lop

Yoongi: Cat, specifically Brazilian Shorthair

Hoseok: I have never specified what he was other than a non-predator species because I’m honestly not sure what he should be. I’ve toyed with him being a pig-hybrid, a deer-hybrid, a crossbreed of chipmunk and gerbil (which is what I’m leaning toward) but i haven’t specified in the story because I haven’t actually decided.

Namjoon: Again, I wasn’t sure what he would be but I think he’s a black bear.

Jimin: White bengal tiger

Taehyung: Dog, specifically Belgian Tervuren

Jungkook: Rabbit, specifically a silver marten.

And back to Hoseok, I think I’m going with the crossbreed of chipmunk and gerbil. Just to make things interesting. Thanks for the question!!

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Tails and Tears Trilogy: Epilogue

Description: Your life with Jimin is just about perfect. Your two little cubs are growing strong and keeping your life interesting, you just hope you can continue to keep them from being discovered by those who are less than thrilled with you and Jimin. Endangered Species Sequel.

Warnings: As ever, tell me if I need to put warnings in.

Posted: 12/08/2018

Tags: Jimin X reader, Hybrid AU, Hybrid!Jimin, Hybrid!BTS

Fluff and Angst: 1,450 words

A/N: Now I can breathe.

“Dinner’s ready!” You sang out. Jimin came in, holding your newborn in his arms and carrying your toddler, Joowon on his back. Heiran raced in. “Eomma! Look! I finish my number book!” You grinned and scooped up her and her book. “You did? I’m so proud of you, baby.” “I’m a big girl now,” She purred excitedly, cuddling up to you. Jihun slid in, followed by Taehyung and Jungkook. “Smells good, Eomma!” He was getting tall. You would need to get Tae and Namjoon to pin him down for clothing measurements. You set Heiran down and she skipped to the table to take her seat while you pulled little Jowoon off of his appa’s back. “Hello trouble.” “Eomma!” He grinned up at you. He had been born several months after you and Jihun had been kidnapped. It wasn’t too big of a shock considering how…active Jimin had gotten for a few weeks after the incident. Misuk was a surprise, but now she was the best little present you could ever have asked for. Jungkook groaned and sat down. “I’ve got to get rid of one of these paper routes.” You smiled and took off the apron, fluffing out the sweatshirt again so that it wasn’t clinging, and then tucking yourself into Jimin’s embrace to look at your baby. It was exhausting, watching yourself around all of the boys and taking care of the kids, but they were your family. It was so nice to have them around. Your cubs flourished as each of the men taught them different things, and helped them learn a little more about the world that they had to be isolated from for their own good. “There was a call earlier today. Someone wanting to share some information about the underground market that you were sold out of. They wanted to meet us.” You glanced up at him. “Both of us?” “Yeah. Could be big.” You slowly nodded. “Okay.” “I’m actually surprised we didn’t find something right after that…incident.” Jimin placed a kiss on your forehead, then leaned down to do the same to the baby, sniffing slightly as if he wasn’t already sure that she was perfect and healthy. You shook your head. “You remember what the police said. We’re more lucky that we haven’t had too much trouble. At least, not since Jin got fired for associating with us.” You sighed, watching as said man walked in and sat down, obviously still searching for a new job and not finding anything. He wore the defeated look only in his eyes, his mouth still smiling as he held a lively (if strange) conversation with Heiran. Jimin growled slightly. “It’s wrong. He was employee of the month for almost a year straight and was up for promotion and suddenly they fire him? Why won’t he sue them?” “Because he knows that will make it more difficult for him to get a job somewhere else when the judge rules in the company’s favor,” You replied. “Why would they—” “You know why. It’s the same reason you wanted all of them to live with us. We’re all walking a dangerous line.” You kissed his jaw, watching as his face softened in sadness. “Now, Jimin-ah, the food is getting cold.” “Right. Namjoon-hyung! Hoseok-hyung!” He called making sure Misuk didn’t wake up. “Such chubby cheeks, I should just eat you,” He murmured to the infant, walking off to lay her down so he could eat. You froze for a second, your mind instinctively panicking at being without protection, but you forced yourself to relax. With how recently you’d had Misuk you still smelled of pregnancy, which made you at least a little resistible to them. You didn’t have to watch your every move. Yoongi finally sat down, setting his phone face down. “There’s a new house being set up for humans across town. There’s extreme scrutiny, so much that they actually invited me to investigate,” He chuckled. “I can show you later?” You nodded. “I’d like to see what they’re doing.” “There’s talk of contacting and consulting you,” He added with a smirk. You blinked a few times, staring. “Really?” He nodded. “I’m surprised there hasn’t already been a call.” “That’s…good,” Jin said, nodding a little. “It signifies acceptance, right? Change?” Jungkook chewed his lower lip nervously. Taehyung tilted his head and sighed. “Or it could be a trap. We’ve had to avoid a lot of those. We call using you and Jimin good business because of your looks. We refuse to comment on human rights. Only way we can protect the company anymore.” He leaned back in his chair. Jihun glanced at you, curious. “Well, whatever happens happens. Until then…someone go find Jimin, Namjoon, and Hoseok?” “No need to search, we’re here. There was just something we needed to talk about without little ears listening in,” Jimin said, smooshing Heiran’s cheeks and pressing kisses to her lips. She giggled. “Appa! Sit by me!” She clung to his wrist, grinning happily as his tail curled around her and her kissed all over her face and neck. “Hmm, you should ask your eomma if she can spare me.” “Eomma, pleeease may appa sit next to me?” She asked, eyes big and ears perked cutely. She looked so excited and hopeful. “Well, Hoseok, was Heira a good student today?” You asked, more playful than anything. Hoseok did his signature head tilt. “Well…” “She did finish her numbers book,” You said, pretending to factor everything. “She did. And she listened very well. We need to work on her letters more, though. And she didn’t practice her piano…” “Hmm,” You tilted your head thoughtfully. “Did she take her nap?” “She did, and she didn’t even fight it.” You nodded sharply. “Alright, your Appa can sit with you, Heirannie.” She squealed with delight, earning giggles from Jimin who almost fell on his rear when he missed the seat from laughing and being unable to see because of it. You leaned over and kissed Jihun’s forehead as he took the seat that was open beside you. He purred softly and waited as the food was served to everyone before digging in with everyone. He was getting to be really active, not quite as cuddly anymore. He still sought you and Jimin out throughout the day just for hugs, and in the evenings he still joined the pile of his siblings. Physical touch was still the most prominent love language he spoke, usually the only one he spoke recently. He was trying to grow up, but when he looked up at you with such a soft look of love and contentment you could see how young he still was. And he looked more and more like Jimin every day. You could distinctly see yourself in Heiran now, though. Her nose, lips, and face shape were starting to show the more active she became as the baby fat started to slip away a little and it was so much like you that it was almost scary. Jimin loved it. You were worried that it would cause her trouble like it caused you trouble. But you also knew she had more people that were looking out for her and protecting her. Another thing you worried about were these men that surrounded you. Years had passed and still they were all single and you worried that they weren’t taking time to pursue their own lives. Jin was more worried about finding another job, which you could understand. Yoongi never even seemed to consider it. Hoseok went on dates now and then but never seemed very interested. Namjoon dated a lot and had girlfriends now and then, but he didn’t seem to ever consider commitment, breaking up with them a few weeks into dating. Taehyung went to parties and you didn’t even want to know what he did at them, but he never spoke of dating or any particular significant other. Then there was Jungkook, who was still pretty young and acted like he was still young. It was fine, really, but you wondered if maybe there was something more behind the reason he still seemed so young. “It’s too hard, appa,” Heiran mumbled poutily, failing at cutting her own food. Jimin chuffed lovingly, cutting it for her. Jihun smiled and leaned over momentarily to rest on your arm. “I love our family.” You looked down at him and smiled, then pressed a kiss to the top of his head, relishing the purr that erupted in his chest. “I love our family too.” You were so grateful for everything. You couldn’t wait to watch your cubs grow into beautiful, strong, caring adults. Just like Jimin.

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Tails and Tears Trilogy: Part 3

Description: Your life with Jimin is just about perfect. Your two little cubs are growing strong and keeping your life interesting, you just hope you can continue to keep them from being discovered by those who are less than thrilled with you and Jimin. Endangered Species Sequel.

Warnings: As ever, tell me if I need to put warnings in

Posted: 12/07/2018

Tags: Jimin X reader, Hybrid AU, Hybrid!Jimin, Hybrid!BTS

Fluff and Angst: 1,426 words

A/N: I know there wasn’t a whole lot of fluff in this trilogy and I’m sorry about that. The epilogue has some cute fluff in it though!

Silence followed her question. Then Jihun had launched himself at her face, clawing at her eyes and was curled back up in your lap, holding onto you tightly as she screeched in pain on the ground. You grabbed him and shoved past the stunned crowd, running as fast as you could toward the exit. No one had expected Jihun to remember the way through, but he was telling you which turns to make and you could tell that you were getting closer to an exit. Then Jungkook slid into the hallway in front of you. He turned and saw you and grinned. “Y/n! Jihun! Hyung, they’re over here!” “Quick, Kookie, back the way we came!” You told him, grabbing his arm as you passed. He quickly darted ahead, and Taehyung slid behind you all. “Y/n, Jihun, you okay?” He asked. “We’ll be better once we’re out of here.” You told him, glancing past Jungkook, then looking back past him to check that the way was clear. “Hosoek-hyung, Seokjin-hyung, and Namjoon-hyung are with Heiran. The police are stationed all around your house. The squirrel hybrid saw everything because he had snuck back onto the property, his report along with me seeing you in the van was enough to convince them. Tracked you to here because of that awful smell.” “I think my nose must be used to it by now.” “Safe bet, you reek of it. There’s you under it, but yuck.” Taehyung panted. Then the three of you were out a door and the police were pulling you into a van to take you to a secure location and get all the information they could about what happened. Jimin was there, looking like he was about to murder someone, but relief flooded his face as he saw you and Jihun. “Appa!” Jihun screeched, running over to him. Seventy-eight minutes, forty-seven seconds since you woke up. Five hours, twenty-one minutes and seven seconds since you had been sitting on the couch with Jimin. Jimin pulled you into a protective embrace, still holding Jihun, but pressing a possessive kiss to your lips. “I love you. I love you. I love you,” He muttered between each firm kiss. All the overwhelming memories of your years before he rescued you came back to your mind and you had to fight to stop them from taking over while Jihun was still there. Jimin met your gaze, nodding slightly, seeing your struggle. “Sir, I’ll bring her back tomorrow. I need to take them home or someone’s going to die.” “Uh…r-right, yes-yes sir,” The officer was staring at you. You shrunk into Jimin’s embrace. Yoongi, Jungkook, and Taehyung formed a protective circle around you three, and when you got home and saw Heiran, fast asleep after the three that stayed with her assured her that everything was okay (wrapped in one of your shirts), you knew you were safe. But there was still so much… Jihun let Hoseok take him. “Let’s get you a bath, Jihun-ssi. You’re home. You’re safe now. After you’re clean you can cuddle your sissy.” Hoseok nodded meaningfully to you and Jimin. Jimin picked you up and carried you upstairs. He helped you thuroughly wash the scent of that place and those hybrids off of you since you were started to wobble and lose your strength. Then he wrapped around you in bed. You cried from the stress, fear, and anger of the events that transpired with your kidnapping. You cried from all the memories that resurfaced. Things that he had taught you were wrong that you could now clearly see for yourself as being wrong. Painful. He kept you safe. As you fell asleep, he whispered reassurances that he was there. That he would keep you safe. That nothing would ever happen to you again. He woke you up gently and lovingly in the morning and the two of you went down to cuddle with your cubs until they woke up. Heiran woke up first and she nuzzled into you with a little gasp of happiness. “’Omma.” “Good morning, my beautiful Heira,” You whispered, placing little kisses all over her face. “Me and Hobi-op’ had pancakes,” She whispered, then fell right back to sleep. You smiled and nuzzled into her. Jihun woke up and was quiet, but he blinked at you and Jimin and then frowned. “I had a really bad dream.” “It’s over now, Jihun,” Jimin purred softly. He met your gaze over the kids heads. “It’s all over now.” Later, while the kids were eating, Jimin broached a subject that he must have been thinking of for a while now. “What if the other guys lived here with us? There’s safety in numbers and they’re here all the time anyway. It’s getting more and more dangerous the more we fight for humans. And I know that Seokjin’s landlord bumped up the rent again. The three of them were barely making rent as it was, and that was with all of them together. Namjoon and Taehyung are doing fine, but they said they’d been getting a lot of threats from some groups and someone had the gall to try and attack them a few nights ago.” He kept his voice low, eyes fixed on the kids since he had you securely in his arms. You nuzzled into his neck for a moment. “Whatever you think is best, Jimin-ah. I trust you. I want them safe too. They’re family.” He kissed you, then sighed. “I’ll talk to them about it.” Jin and Yoongi came in, waving to you two, but settling with the kids and basically taking over caring for them so the two of you could go. Yoongi basically shooed you both out with a signal that said you two looked dead on your feet. Jimin nudged you. “You’re counting again, I can tell.” You shivered. “I was so scared, Jimin-ah. If they had hurt Jihun…” “They didn’t. They never will again. There are multiple law enforcement agencies investigating them now. We’re safe.” He sat down beside you on the bed. “However there’s a new problem.” You felt your heart-rate rise. “What problem?” He tucked his head into your neck and started kissing, sucking, and biting. “I need to mark you. It’s been driving me crazy ever since I saw you yesterday. Since I smelled those scents on you.” You hit him. “You scared me. I thought it was something serious.” “It is serious. Strawberries serious.” “That is pretty—whoa, wait, you want to mark me right now?” You asked as he pinned you down. He nodded, quickly pressing his face back into your skin. “Need to. Like I told the officers. Someone might get killed if I don’t mark you as mine. I need your scent to be dowsed in mine like someone with poison-ivy needs to scratch. Like a bird needs to fly.” You giggled softly at his dramatic words, feeling the “How did you get away from them?” “They wanted me to have kids with humans and I said someone either die or get seriously injured. She hit me. Jihun basically tried to scratch her eyes out.” Jimin seemed stuck between a growl and a purr. “Only babies you’re going to have are mine,” He finally growled, gently biting your lips before delving in for a deep kiss.” You let him taste the different spots on your skin, smiling as he announced the different tastes of the different spots, the same tastes that he’s had for the a few years now but that he never seems to grow tired of. “Do you think our kids will be okay? I mean, you needed a human if you wanted offspring…what if they…” “Y/n, they’re healthy and happy. We’re healthy and we’re about to be more than happy and in love. We can’t ask for much more than that. Can we?” You shook your head, admiring the way he gazed up at you. “You’ve grown so much since we first met. You stand up for yourself now. I know you’re scared, and I know asking you to live with the guys is easier said than done since you have to be on your guard around them when I’m not here and you aren’t pregnant. I know this is a lot more than what you ever expected to have in life. So let’s look at what happened as a reminder that we have more than we could ever ask for in each other. We’ll fight harder and keep our friends closer. That way, if something bad does happen, the rest of us can help the others. Okay? I love you.” You kissed him. “Okay. I love you too, Jimin-ah.” He rubbed his nose against yours, then grinned big at you. “What are you counting now?” “How long it takes you to get back to marking me.”

Masterlist.  Part 2.  Epilogue.

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[writersrealmbts]

Tails and Tears Trilogy: Part 1 Endangered Species Sequel

Description: Your life with Jimin is just about perfect. Your two little cubs are growing strong and keeping your life interesting, you just hope you can continue to keep them from being discovered by those who are less than thrilled with you and Jimin. Endangered Species Sequel.

Warnings: As ever, tell me if I need to put warnings in

Posted: 12/05/2018

Tags: Jimin X reader, Hybrid AU, Hybrid!Jimin, Hybrid!BTS

Fluff and Angst: 1,508 words

A/N: It’s finally here! I basically wrote all three parts in one day, finished the epilogue already (so you don’t have to ask for one) and I’m working on a bunch of other things that I said I would post! Next part goes Up tomorrow!

You ducked behind Jimin, humming nervously to alert him to his surroundings and the approaching hybrids. His head snapped up from his work and he immediately started growling on instinct when he recognized that you perceived these newcomers as a threat. He stood up straight and tall, his tail lashing angrily once or twice as he waited to see what they wanted. They bowed, but their gazes seemed to be continually drawn back to you. You ducked completely behind Jimin, hiding from their groping eyes. His tail brushed comfortingly and lovingly along your leg. “What do you want?” “We’re from the Department of Wildlife and Human Research—” “You’re trespassing,” Jimin growled, cutting him off, stiffening slightly. You knew why immediately, and poked your head back around Jimin so that they would keep their gaze on you. “If we could just ask a few questions—” “If you wanted to ask questions, you shouldn’t have trespassed,” Jimin insisted. “Now, would you like to leave my territory in one piece or carrying pieces?” “But—” “You have ten seconds. Nine. Eight.” They went scurrying when they realized he was serious. “Two. One!” Jimin darted out after them to make sure they left his territory completely and to ensure that the threat to his family was gone. You rushed over to Hoseok, dismissing the unspoken apology before it could escape his lips and scooping up your little cub. Jihun was blissfully oblivious to what had happened, offering you a flower with a big smile. You rubbed your nose against his. “Thank you, Jihun.” Jihun’s nose wrinkled. “Wha’s that smell?” “Mmm, daddy had some visitors. It smells bad, doesn’t it?” You smoothed the fur on his ears and his hair after setting him back down. He wasn’t a little cub anymore, but his adorably chubby cheeks made him look so adorable. Like his father. “Yeah!” His eyes widened and let out a little meow as he started chasing a butterfly and trying to catch it. You followed, making sure he wasn’t visible from the road, but you needn’t have worried. Jimin was already back and he quickly latched onto you to smell you and make sure you were okay, then went and hugged his son before starting to play with him as if the incident had never happened. Hoseok touched your shoulder. “Heiran is with Yoongi in the backyard, they fell asleep in the hammock while he was reading to her.” “Thank you for watching them for a while,” You replied, smiling warmly at him. He smiled back, but his cheeks turned a bit red and he looked away quickly. “You’d think I’d be used to you by now.” You wrinkled your nose at the scent that the visitors had left behind. Compared to the pleasant scents that surrounded you daily they were pretty terrible, even compared to Heiran’s diapers. You stepped away from him so that he could breath a little. “I know.” You felt that familiar tension back in your shoulders, ready to hurry to Jimin’s side if Hoseok struggled any further. Then you froze, gaze snapping up. “Hoseok.” His gaze snapped to where yours was and he went racing down the driveway at the hybrid that had dared come back up it. You quickly checked to see if Jihun would have been in view from there but it was so hard to tell. Jimin shared your worried look. “They left. I saw them leave. All of them.” He sounded panicked, sweeping Jihun out of sight beside the two of you as he followed your gaze to where the man had been. You texted Yoongi to take Heiran inside. Jimin handed you Jihun then scooped you up quickly and carried you inside. “We’ll figure it out.” Yoongi passed you both, running out to help Hoseok. “She’s asleep on the couch.” You nodded. “Eomma?” Jihun whispered, looking scared. His eyes were big as saucers and his ears were back, flat. You cuddled him close as Jimin set you on the couch. “It’s okay baby. We’re going to keep you safe. Okay?” He nodded nuzzling into you with a scared little huff, but soon he was drifting off with soft little chuffs and purrs. Jimin came back in, sniffing over Heiran and then purring softly. He chuffed as he saw her eyes blinked open sleepily. “Ah-ah!” She said sleepily, purr erupting from her as she reached to cling to his neck with her chubby toddler arms. He purred loudly and picked her up. “Hello, my Heirannie.” He brought her over. “My little cuddle-bug.” You pressed kisses to his neck, then her chubby cheeks. “How are you, darling?” “Seepy,” She muttered, pouting cutely. You rubbed your nose against hers. “Did you enjoy the story Uncle Yoongi read you?” She nodded. “We seep.” “Yeah, you slept,” Jimin chuckled, pressing kisses to her chubby cheeks. “Ji-un seep?” She crawled across her fathers lap to peek at her older brother. “Yes, baby. So we need to be quiet,” You told her softly, holding a finger to your lips, smiling as she did the same. “’Ket,” She repeated incorrectly, but it was still music to your ears. She seemed to talk a little more every day and play more every day. She could get around on her wobbly legs, chase unsuspecting tails (they should know better by now not to leave their tails where they could be caught by her sharp little teeth), and only fall down every now and then. She got back up without crying more often than not and was getting as rough and tumble as Jihun had gotten around her age. She was infinitely more cuddly than Jihun, though. She followed you around like a little duckling, occupying herself when her brother was doing what few lessons he had, then followed Jimin when he would come home from work until he had settled in and then he would carry her and cuddle her and play with both of the kids while you made dinner. It was routine and it was beautiful. She climbed off of his lap and hurried to the coffee table, going back to her coloring book. Jimin purred. “She looks so much like you. I love it. And they’re getting so big so quick.” You placed a kiss on his lips. “They both look like you and it’s adorable.” He chuckled, then leaned over and playfully bit Jihun’s ear. “Stop playing possum, kitten.” Jihun playfully batted his father’s ears, and they ended up gently wrestling on the floor with lots of giggles. Until suddenly Jimin yelped and both of your cubs were all over him. You laughed, watching as Heiran and Jihun high-fived. Jimin had his tail in one of his hands, but he was pretty well pinned by your two cubs. “Uh…little help, y/n?” You giggled and got on the floor, holding your arms out to your cubs. “My ferocious warriors!” They quickly crawled into your arms soaking up your praise as you pressed proud little kisses to their faces. Another purr joined Jimin’s, and you looked up to see Yoongi and Hoseok. You held your babies close and tilting your head, questioning. Hoseok nodded. “It was just the paperboy. Got curious. We warned him that Jimin was extremely territorial and that he was lucky he didn’t meet Jimin’s teeth. Kid didn’t know that this was a tiger’s home. Squirrel hybrid. I told him Jimin was truly terrifying. He’ll probably be back.” Jimin groaned. “Why are kids so curious?” “Hey, it was curiosity that brought all of us together,” Hoseok chided softly. Jimin purred again easily. “True. Very true,” He said, getting up to hug Hoseok. Yoongi was sitting across from you now, folding paper airplanes with Jihun. Despite his prickly demeanor, he had been one of your biggest helpers. He had ended up living with you guys for the past couple years when the fight for human rights had gotten him kicked out. He was well-known in the journalism world for camera work that exposed truths people didn’t want to face, but needed to. He had huge soft spots for the cubs and since he had a flexible schedule, he would watch them so Hoseok could go out and have fun when you guys already had plans. Or if he just needed some cuddles without questions. The cubs were great for cuddles. “Eomma, what’s that smell?” Jihun murmured, nose crinkling. Yoongi swallowed, shaking his head but his eyes were drooping. Hoseok and Jimin collapsed. Heiran blinked a few times from beside her father. “’Mma?” You snatched up Jihun, hearing glass break. “Heiran!” Then it was chaos. You were being grabbed, but you managed to keep hold of Jihun when they tried to get him away from you. But you couldn’t see your baby girl. They dragged you kicking and screaming out of the mansion. The last thing you saw was the shocked expression on Jungkook’s face when the van you were thrown into passed him by and you slammed against the window, screaming.

Masterlist.  Part 2.

Tagging: @ephemeral-mindset

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