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Homecoming

Min Yoongi, your loyal subordinate and lover turned out to be a double agent for your rival mob family, leaving you angry, lonely and devastated. The traitor however mysteriously requests a meeting with you two months after his disappearance. What could he want now, knowing he'd be risking his life stepping foot in your territory?

Pairing: Yoongi x Gender Neutral Reader Genre: Smut 🔞 Mafia AU Tags: Mild angst and pining, Love Confessions, Light Dom/Sub, Dom!Min Yoongi, Spit as lube, Choking, Light Asphyxiation -- all consensual! Total word Count: 8,9k words

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People shuffled around the spacious, luxurious lounge of your syndicate's Headquarters, nervous and frantic as they prepared for Min Yoongi's arrival. The lights were dim and the decor was exquisite. Deep red velvet couches with intricate wood trimmings, gold candlesticks and chandeliers, crystal wine glasses and decanters on delicate glass tables.

"Just got word from the lobby," Namjoon spoke, smooth and unbothered close to your ear and away from the hysterics of your staff. His warm breath fanned over your sensitive skin, tickling it. "He just arrived. Should be up here soon."

Always so calm and collected on the surface, careful and prepared for anything, but you could tell from the steely expression in his eyes that he was worried.

"Thank you, Joonie," you replied with a tense smile, eyes laser focused on the door. You couldn't help but feel the same. You needed to keep appearances, but the anxious fluttering in your gut was far from the aloof and sardonic attitude you kept on display.

Beside you, you heard the smooth glide and snap of metal. Magazines clanked against each other in Hoseok's hands as he discharged a used cartridge, letting it fall to the floor haphazardly before slotting a fresh one in. You didn't need to glance over to know the look of absolute loathing on his face. He prepared himself for the worst, for a battle he never thought he'd have to fight in, a battle you hoped would never come.

"You sure you don't want a vest, Boss?” Oh, he was furious. His words were spoken idly but the quiet rage bubbling just beneath the surface was chilling.

You shook your head.

"That's not his style, you know that."

Yoongi was very reactive, almost manic in the effortless way he took down his enemies. But he wasn't crass. He held the principles of the martial arts he mastered close to his heart, a craft he developed outside of the underworld, much unlike the rest of you. That was why Yoongi was so mesmerising in the way he slaughtered your opposition with the fine blade of his katana, moving like wind between the bodies in his way, so precise and so dangerously beautiful.

He'd wipe the blood dripping off his sword on the sleeve of his suit as if it were the sleeve of a kimono before sheathing the sword once more, and he'd kneel before you. The crimson, lifeless bodies behind him like a present for you. All that danger in one person, packaged and offered on a silver platter.

All those promises of fealty, of devotion and sacrifice. All those nights where you let yourself unwind loose under his palms despite your status and his danger. And all those sorrowful mornings where you'd pretend to have a duty and closed yourself up once more.

You thought you knew him where it mattered. You thought you had him in some capacity. But was it really all a farce?

Your stomach churned unpleasantly.

"I don't wanna risk it," Hoseok insisted, draping a bulletproof vest over the couch's armrest in a silent offer.

But what was the point? Yoongi never used guns.

... Right?

You finally looked up at Hoseok and the words got stuck in your throat.

His eyes were the darkest you'd ever seen coming from him. Eyebrows set low, eyes sharp and intense as though the whole world rested upon his shoulders.

"Maybe everything we thought we knew about him was wrong, including how he fights. It's not that far fetched after the shit he pulled," he said, his rage and regret seeping through his words. "He's not who we thought he was."

His mind had gone down the same path as yours, it seemed.

An unsettling feeling creeped up your spine and tingled your extremities uncomfortably. You didn't want it to be true.

Hoseok occupied himself with his guns once more, checking again that everything was set and ready, then twice over before moving onto his second assault rifle and repeating the same for good measure. The knot between his eyebrows, as did his sneer, couldn't hide the obvious devastating sadness he felt. You knew him too well, knew the soft spot he had for Yoongi, as did Namjoon. You felt less alone knowing they too were suffering from his betrayal.

You wanted to tell Hoseok you could see how he felt, wanted to watch the surprise blossom on his face as a blush would spread across his full cheeks. You looked at Namjoon to your right, and wished to do the same and watch his sorrow slowly reveal itself completely to you. But you couldn't. You three needed to stay focused.

The sound of knocking suddenly made itself known, and your blood ran cold.

One of your subordinates looked at you, frightened and apprehensive as she stood beside the large, white double doors, hands hovering awkwardly in her reluctance to let the dangerous traitor in.

You nodded curtly at her, and she obeyed with fear brimming his eyes.

She slowly approached the doors, placed her hands on the handles, took a deep breath, and opened.

On the other side stood Min Yoongi, overgrown dark hair tied away from his face in a bun as the rest of his locks curled around his pale neck. He wore black cargo pants and boots with a comfortable looking deep wine coloured suede jacket. He sported the confidence of a man who didn't fear death, as he often did, but there was something in his eyes that shimmered with excitement, and that terrified you.

He immediately walked in unprompted, carrying an odd, dark rucksack slung over his shoulder as he surveyed the area curiously. He looked between Hoseok and Namjoon individually, nodding in a greeting they did not reciprocate, and then finally, he looked at you.

Clinking metal echoed throughout the lounge as Hoseok raised his weapon and pointed it squarely at Yoongi.

"Don't walk any further," Hoseok warned.

Yoongi smirked at Hoseok playfully, though a threat of aggression teased the corners of his narrowing eyes.

"What's with the rucksack?" Namjoon interjected.

Yoongi looked back at Namjoon with a challenging gaze before moving on and facing you.

To you, he looked differently and visibly so, toning the cheeky attitude down to a low simmer despite his confidence filling up the room.

"I'll show you if your lackeys leave the room," he said simply.

"What kinda joke is this?"

"You have no right to make demands."

Hoseok and Namjoon both contested at the same time, and the rest of your subordinates quickly began exchanging concerned whispers to one another.

You considered it for a moment. Sure, you could send everyone out, save for Hoseok and Namjoon. Worst that could happen would be that a gun was hidden in that bag, but Hoseok would get to him fast enough. You could also send everyone out and face him alone. It wasn't safe, but you entertained the idea that perhaps he, too, thought you had unfinished business. The betrayal hurt you deeply, but it was too dangerous to yearn for one last taste of the deadly man Min Yoongi was.

The lounge was filled with increasingly loud murmuring as the worried entourage shared what you could only imagine were conspiring words against that man who could end their lives so effortlessly, were it his will.

You lifted a hand up – it shut them up in one fell swoop.

"Everybody leave me with the traitor," you announced, a laid back smile gracing your lips to match his confident grin. You didn't break eye contact with him, you couldn't, and he tilted his head to the side, observing you in turn. Your heart fluttered at his gestures, the edge in his expressions, so fucking dangerous and equally delicious, and you couldn’t help but desire that same danger to come suffocatingly closer until it consumed you. His lips curled as his tongue peeked out to lick them absentmindedly. Those analytical eyes pierced you in a way that reminded you of the nights you spent alone, though the tension you felt at that moment was a far cry from the comfort you’d once felt with him.

You heard Namjoon shift on your right, snapping you out of your thoughts. You brought your hand up again, eyes never leaving Yoongi’s, and waved it vaguely for them to stop.

"Not you two."

They shared a moment of stunned silence as the last of your people left.

And with the doors finally closed and the room clear, you breathed in relief.

"You don't expect me to hand myself over to the enemy, do you? I know I ask you to have some faith in me, but even I can't outrun bullets." You muttered to your right hand men, chin held up proudly as you carefully watched Yoongi’s fists clench around the rucksack. He could be nervous despite his demeanour, you considered. But Yoongi only showed the opposite, raising his eyebrows as he chuckled and grinning widely with amusement.

"Since when do I use guns?”

"I'll answer your question with one of my own, traitor." You sat forward, forearms coming to rest on your knees. "Do we even know you, Min Yoongi?” You scoffed. "Is that even your name?”

Something soured in his expression, something in the way his mouth tensed for a moment, or the way his eyes narrowed just a fraction.

"Well," he recomposed himself, shifting the rucksack off his shoulder so it hung low on his side. "I'm sure you'll be quite pleased with what I bring you today, regardless of the hatred or distrust you hold toward me."

I don't hate you, you wanted to say. But you're making it really hard to stop myself from going down that road.

You glared up at him through your lashes, not containing your distaste for the man. But being in that situation hurt, having to play that role hurt. You didn’t want to show face, didn’t want to bear the responsibilities that rest upon you and simply wanted to mourn a betrayal. But still, you frowned.

He watched you for a moment, no doubt assessing his odds and possible outcomes. His gaze shifted quickly between Hoseok and Namjoon one last time before setting his eyes on you with finality.

And then he gave you a look that made your lungs seize up as your breath caught in your throat.

Min Yoongi’s eyes shifted and held a level of determination and power you’d never seen before. There was anger, searing focus, and… Sadness? Vulnerability? And yet he looked powerful, like he was in complete control of the room, and that you’d soon understand why that was.

Time slowed down as Yoongi thrust the rucksack in your direction. A muted, but hard thud hit the ground before something started rolling out of the bag from the momentum. You were still focused on him, locked in his eyes as they grew sharper by the second. But curiosity got the best of you. You slowly looked down as the object rolled toward your feet and felt yourself go blank as shock washed over and paralysed you.

There was no way.

There was absolutely no fucking way.

You stared down at the bloody, decapitated head of a middle aged man. One who very few knew, one whom you'd had the displeasure of meeting on the rare occasion. That man had personally sent you a memo informing you that your "favourite lapdog", as he's called him, had played you for a fool. That he'd been deceiving you the entire time.

That man whose head rolled before your feet belonged to your crime family's rival leader, the man whom you'd dedicated the better part of your life to dethrone.

And now there he was. Effectively dethroned by the man who had supposedly betrayed you.

The man you... The man you feared to love, but did so regardless.

And that man stood before you with a look of absolute delight as he took in your stunned response. He looked so smug, and yet so relieved as your wide eyes shifted between his own and the head on the ground. His tongue traced the inside of his cheek and poked between his teeth, eyes smiling and so satisfied with a job well done.

"Hoseok, Namjoon," you spoke up, voice calm despite the heavy beating of your heart. "I'd like to have a word alone with Yoongi, if that's quite alright."

You didn't look away from him as they obeyed, gathering their things and walking toward the door. Once it clicked behind their backs you licked your lips nervously, hands trembling ever so slightly, and you focused once more on mending your cracked façade.

"You worked for him when you joined us?” You questioned as you slowly leaned back on the couch and crossed your arms and legs. Your voice was steely, despite a wisp of vulnerability bleeding through.

And Yoongi wasn't an idiot. He could hear it well enough.

"Yes," he replied with that fucking smug smile, like nothing could bring him down. "I hated his guts though."

"Elaborate."

"You know why."

You squinted at him.

So he didn't actually lie about himself and his past while he worked under you?

"What else did you lie about?"

"Very little. Little lies around the truth of how I got here to avoid mentioning my allegiance to that bastard."

You scoffed.

"And I’m supposed to believe everything else you told me was the truth." You pressed sarcastically, growing distressed at the shred of hope that opened up once more.

"If you want to." He replied candidly. Then, softly, "I hope you do."

You stilled, heart hammering against your chest.

"What made you betray him, when you had me- had all of us here in the palm of your hand?"

And God, if the way his gaze intensified wasn't answer enough. But still, he took one step further, then two, then three.

"Everything you guys do here, the way you run things… People like him don't care about street rats like us. All they care about is farming money trees off the backs of the people struggling the most in our neighbourhoods."

He pointed at you with a giddy, yet sharp smile that spoke of pride and belonging.

"But you- You're like me. Seok is like me. Joon is like me. You know what it's like to struggle with nothing to your name and you never forget your roots. I joined those fuckers so I could survive, but with you… With you it felt like I could actually live."

"Yoongi," you breathed, winded.

"Every mission you had me do, every target you chose for me to execute, every meeting we ever had. All your goals and the way you go about things... You never put people like us recklessly on the line."

The heavy hammering in your chest had turned into a fluttering heartbeat, the knots in your stomach, butterflies.

You couldn't help but allow your visage to relax, the sadness you couldn't allow an enemy to see finally on full display. A soft, dazed smile graced your lips and Yoongi matched you, confidence turning into fondness.

"You don't have to want me back, but I hope you understand how I chose to do what I did. I couldn't risk anyone suspecting my loyalty on their side."

You nodded curtly, unsure of what to even say. It was a monumental thing, overwhelming and so surprising you found yourself not knowing what to do. You looked at Yoongi, who stood a few steps away from you and you fully accepted just how much you wanted him.

The way he gazed at you so intensely through those intense, cat-like eyes of his, and his cocky, shit-eating grin despite the raw honesty he shared kept your heart going impossibly fast, made your breath get caught in your chest and the yearning for him at an all time high.

You didn’t want him, you needed him.

And he wasn't a traitor, a liar.

No, he was yours.

You stood up slowly and walked closer, step by step. It was as simple as that. You grabbed him by the jacket, fingertips tickled by the soft suede, and you pulled him down to you.

He eagerly devoured your mouth and God, you could almost feel his smile through the kiss. His hands snaked around you and brought you impossibly close as he tasted every bit of you eagerly. Lips and tongue caressed where teeth grazed and bit hungrily. And he tasted so fucking good, like he'd never left.

You could already feel your arousal creeping in, electricity palpable in the air as a low simmer grew between your legs. He was just as affected as you though, his growing erection poking against your lower stomach and lighting a fire within you. You pressed your lower body closer and sighed at the feeling of his need pressing against you. I did that, you thought proudly. He wants me that badly.

He hummed as he kissed over your jaw, then raked his teeth over your pulse, and you trembled, latching onto him with an arm around his neck and the other around his shoulder. He soothed the skin with his tongue before leaving a wet kiss and biting it once over. You whimpered shamefully at the tingling feeling, at the way it made you throb further with need, and he chuckled.

"My pretty boss,” he traced your hairline with his fingers, tucking a stray hair behind your ear and kissing the shell gently. “So sensitive as always." One of his hands reached lower and gripped your waist hard. "Did you miss me?"

You nodded into his shoulder, bashful and uncharacteristically vulnerable. He seemed to have noticed, and laughed in response as he nosed down your neck again.

"Two months is a long time," he mused, kissing down to your collarbones and tasting your skin further. "Must have been so lonely..."

You groaned in response, hoping it would convey the truth without you actually saying it, too embarrassed to admit it.

"Did one of your lackeys take up my job while I was away?” A hand came up to cradle your jaw, fingers hot against your neck and making you lose your senses. "Or did you take care of yourself and thought of me?”

Fuck.

You nodded.

He chuckled, a smug little smile as he licked his lips.

"How naughty, thinking about this horrible traitor fucking you raw." His fingers wrapped around your neck, as the other rested on your lower back, and he squeezed just a bit around your windpipe, almost playfully. "Bet it only made it better, the idea that I could kill you mid-act."

You closed your eyes and tilted your head down in shame, but ultimately, you nodded.

Yoongi laughed again, airy and carefree, tongue poking out the corner of his mouth as he thumbed your cheek.

"It's okay," he whispered gently, before tilting your head back and kissing you once again. “I can fuck you like you imagined me to, if that’s what you want,” he suggested, making you whimper. “I can have my hand around your throat and threaten you like that. Or would you rather one of my knives?”

“Stop,” you sobbed as your hands desperately grabbed tighter around his jacket. He laughed cruelly, though his eyes smiled fondly.

He kissed you once more and slowly backed you into the sofa. He lay you down and draped himself on top of you, hand running up and down your side and groping along your thighs greedily. Your hips bucked into him unconsciously, but he used the momentum to rut down into your own arousal. You moaned into his mouth at the friction, feeling both the relief of some pressure and the frustrating build-up of pleasure. Your arms brought him closer to you, hugging him, caressing his face and carding your hands through the waves around his neck. Your need ran deep after so many agonising weeks apart, but he was glad to give you your fill.

A part of you was afraid he'd disappear, that you'd dreamt the whole thing and would wake up high and dry in pale silk bed sheets. Your fingers dug into his clothes, into his scalp and made him grunt as he licked into your mouth possessively and let his hands take what he wanted from you. You never wanted him to slip from between your fingers ever again, but if he kept touching you that way, you knew you had nothing to worry about.

And above you, he bit down on your lip, sucked it hard and made you groan. It stung so good, made you buck your hips up to his again, and he ground down onto you without shame. He was so hard, almost completely at that point. His pants were tight but it rubbed against your groin so deliciously and you lifted your thigh to wrap around his waist for better access. You sighed from the relief, and Yoongi’s hand reached up your propped up thigh to finally squeeze your ass through your slacks.

You were aching for him and needed him so badly.

"Please," you whispered between kisses, thighs quivering, wrapped around his narrow, but solid middle. “More, I need to feel more of you.”

Yoongi pulled away, breathless, and looked into your eyes so intensely you felt like you could faint.

It was that look he gave you when he entered the room, a look that screamed he was ready for battle, that you were his prey, that he'd eat you up and own you forever. He would only give you that look every now and then, something fleeting and private in your bedroom or office, but on that day it felt as if he'd done several times since walking into the room, making your heart go rampant at every second. And it didn't seem like he'd stop anytime soon.

"I'm never letting you go," he growled. "Never again." You exhaled shakily, arousal making it hard to formulate any thought beyond take me. Yoongi seemed to have understood though, because he smirked proudly, with excitement bursting at the seams.

"Yoon," you whispered, feeling completely breathless.

His hands began roaming your body possessively, down your chest and around your waist. He reached down to bite and suck on your neck once or twice before leaning back and observing your fucked-out expression with that hungry grin of his. Those hands grabbed your ass repeatedly, then lowered to your thighs, feeling your soft flesh greedily until they came close to your groin. He stopped right before touching where you wanted him most, right where it throbbed.

He simply looked at you for a few moments, savouring it as if it were a well earned prize.

It was embarrassing. You were completely riled up, face heated and so, so aroused it was laughable. And all he did was watch you contently.

"I should have you executed for stringing me along without touching me," you spat with as much fervour as you could, but it sounded small and desperate instead.

So he laughed. Of course he fucking laughed.

He leaned halfway down, a few stray locks of hair curling around his face. The gentleness of his smile took you by surprise.

"I must be the only man in this country who doesn't fear a threat coming from these lips," he breathed before kissing you gently. But not before sliding his hand up and rubbing firm circles over your slacks.

"Ah!" You gasped, cutting the sweet kiss short.

"Is this good?" The bastard asked rhetorically.

"Fuck you," you grit out before groaning at the way he pressed down harder. "Fuck!"

"You're so cold and tough out there, but the moment I touch you, you fall apart," he mused as he pressed open mouthed kisses down your bruised neck and over your collarbones, taking his time winding you up. "You often say you don't care what they think about the sounds you make when I fuck you, but I think you do." He bit down just beneath your jaw, making you hiss before his tongue traced over the mark apologetically. "I think you want them to see you getting fucked. I think you feel powerful letting everyone know you have the world in the palm of your hands and choose to have your lackeys fuck you while you lay here and enjoy it."

You trembled under his palms, whimpered and sighed as he worked you expertly over your slacks. His practised touch combined with his deep, rumbling taunts were driving you up the wall with tears beading at the corners of your eyes.

It was true, in a sense. You enjoyed power, the rush, the perks, and its responsibilities. But Yoongi had it wrong. As hot as it would be to have people see how good Yoongi was to you, you wanted to keep it close to your heart, between the two of you. Because to you, he wasn't your subordinate, someone to please you as you desired and go back to work once he fucked your frustrations out. He was so much more than that.

He unbuttoned your black shirt and slid it off your shoulders. Then he traced your skin with his large palms and kissed down your abdomen, and you thought finally. He kissed your lower belly and unbuttoned your trousers, took off your boots and hovered over your sex with a heated gaze. He looked up at you through his lashes, hungry and dark, before mouthing over your arousal through your underwear. You shook under his mouth, the feeling so warm and lovely and surprisingly gentle. Your hands went into his hair, and it became more and more dishevelled as your passion progressed.

He pressed and dragged his tongue over you and you squirmed, whining in frustration as he kept riling you up with no release. He, too, moaned as he pressed an open mouthed kiss right at the top, sending vibrations into your sensitive skin and making you moan as well.

“Yoongi,” you pleaded, “please just fuck me.”

“Just like that?” He scoffed, working his way back up your body. “We’ve barely started.”

“Don’t act like you don’t want it either.”

“I never said I didn’t,” he grinned, kissing up your chest, shoulders and neck.

“Then get on with it, Yoon,” you whined.

He shook his head, feigning annoyance, and pressed one last kiss to your lips before taking off his jacket and shirt. His chest, much like the rest of him, was both pretty and mouth watering. Gentle curves and strong muscles mingled together into a soft, yet powerful body. You’d spent many nights that past year tracing patterns on the subtle lines of his abdomen and chest, skin so smooth down to his pelvis. Now, hovering over you and undoing his belt, you licked your lips at the anticipation of seeing said skin completely bare once again.

He smirked, observing the way your tongue traced your lips with a satisfied grin of his own. He looked down at you, his wide hands grasping his belt and undoing it. There was something so erotic about the action and you couldn't help but watch in a trance. He knew what he was doing, knew how it riled you up. He slowed down his movements to a leisurely pace, sliding the belt off his jeans and dropping it on the floor. As he unbuttoned and unzipped, you flitted your gaze back up at him, finding him already looking at you. His smile widening just a fraction.

Yoongi held onto your hips and slowly peeled your underwear off. It felt like a relief, body finally free to breathe. But he didn’t stop, his thumb reaching down to drag over your sensitive, wet skin. You shivered and a broken whine escaped your lips.

“So pretty,” he mused, finally lowering his jeans down his hips. “Missed having you.”

He lowered his underwear next and took his cock out. He stroked himself to full hardness as he watched you and your legs curled around his waist to bring him closer.

“Do something about it, then.”

Yoongi scoffed. He brought his other hand to his mouth and gathered a healthy amount of spit onto his fingers. Then, he lewdly brought them between your legs and stroked your entrance. You jumped at the contact, but melted soon into the touch. The pads of his fingers drew circles, teasing as they almost dipped inside. You squirmed and groaned and clenched around nothing, those nice fingers so close and yet so far.

“Can you still take two at once?” He asked teasingly, fingers digging further just a fraction. It was infuriating.

You nodded.

“Come on, just do it, please,” you moaned.

“Hmm,” he considered, giving you a once over. “Well, you asked for it.”

Suddenly, he thrust two of his fingers all the way in. You gasped in surprise, then moaned long and loud at the overwhelming feeling. It was good, so good. The stretch was unexpected and came too suddenly, but the light burning sensation was satisfying, like an itch had been scratched. His fingers, thick and slick, moved experimentally to gauge your comfort.

“You really took good care of yourself while I was away.”

He slowly inserted a third, your breath hitching at the way he pushed your body closer to its limits. His fingers were thicker than yours. The three of them were already thicker than his cock and far wider than three fingers of your own. Still, he pressed on, stretching your hole and watching attentively between it and your expressions. His movements were a lot slower, more patient, clearly careful for it to be more pleasurable than straining. Below, you could see his dick beading with precum at the tip, hanging heavy between his legs and abandoned in favour of kneading your inner thigh. The gesture felt lovely in contrast with the intensity of being filled to the brim and stretched beyond your usual limits. You kept holding in your breath, then breathing out in strained whines.

“So good,” he praised, his baritone voice almost purring the words. “I think you’re more than ready for me, don’t you think?”

You moaned as his fingers went deeper in you one last time. Then, he smiled mischievously as he bottomed out and pressed against your hole. This knuckles and hand dug into your skin, sensitive and swollen from arousal, and it made you shiver.

He looked down on you like you were his plaything, so proud of owning and taking you apart, and yet the glee and warmth in his eyes spoke volumes of how he missed you, and it made your heart flutter in your chest.

“Y-Yoon,” you whined desperately. “Please…”

Yoongi bit his lip and nodded, watching the way his fingers retracted from your body attentively and appreciating the way they shone from slick. Finally, he took himself in hand once more, stroked his cock and sighed.

“God,” he groaned, hand still stroking your soft thigh up and down. “Let me use your mouth. To prepare.”

You licked your lips. Then wordlessly opened it, tongue poking out.

“Fuck.” He climbed over you until his crotch was levelled with your face. He guided his cock to your lips, rubbed the tip over your tongue, and slowly thrust in.

Yoongi’s dick glided slowly down your throat and you did your best to accommodate him. You relaxed and tried to widen your throat so you wouldn’t gag and felt the weight of him on your tongue, sliding easily farther down. Above you, Yoongi’s breath was growing laboured. He put his weight on the arm rest behind you, as well as the back of the couch, and rolled his hips carefully out, then in again, deeper.

You let your mouth be used, not focused on stimulating or sucking him so that all the spit lathered around him could be used to slick his way into you easily. And it did not take long for that to happen. Soon, his dick was sliding in and out, wet sounds making their way to your ears as saliva slushed back and forth in rhythm with his movements. You moaned around him, reaching down to yourself for some relief. The feeling of your fingers gently stroking your sensitive, swollen flesh, together with the feeling of Yoongi’s cock rubbing against your tongue and lips… It was heavenly.

Finally, he pulled out, dick dripping and flushed red from the stimulation.

“Fucking perfect,” he grunted as he crawled back to where he once was between your legs. “Your mouth always feels so fucking good, so fucking perfect.” He rambled, leaning down and finally kissing you again. You wrapped your arms around his neck, meeting his tongue with yours. Meanwhile, he lined up his cock with your entrance and rubbed circles with the tip against it.

“Ready?” He looked dishevelled. His bun was a mess, stray locks fell around his face, one or two falling over his forehead and fanning over his eyes. Said eyes were dark with lust, lidded low and hungry, ready to eat you whole and consume you and it sent a shiver down your spine.

“Y-yes,” you responded, feeling smaller, but wanted and desired. “God, please Yoongi, I missed you so much.”

He smirked a cheeky smile, looking so very proud of himself once again. With one last nod, he plunged in.

It slid in easily after all that prep, filling you up little by little. His dick felt even bigger once inside, gliding against every inch of your sensitive flesh and drawing choked moans from your lips.

“That feel good?” He asked, fingers dragging down your stomach and onto your heated flesh, stroking you in time with his movements to make it all feel better. His gaze was hazy, but concentrated on rolling his hips gently as both of you got used to the sensation.

You nodded helplessly, hands uselessly attempting to grasp the couch beneath you. You needed to hold onto something and came out empty, whining as he filled up your tight heat and grew more and more comfortable with every thrust. With his spare hand he bent your thigh over your stomach, using that angle to reach deeper within you. You sighed, mind going fuzzy at the edges from pleasure.

“Tell me,” he grunted. “Tell me what you did while I was away. How you felt.”

His pace was unrushed but no longer the slow, tentative movements of someone worried of hurting you. His hips moved smoothly, simply enjoying the way your bodies connected so close.

You struggled to speak without your voice breaking, moans seeping through every few words, but he wordlessly commanded your response, cat eyes locked with your own.

“I thought about you every day,” you confessed. “I thought of you c-coming back unannounced and fucking me. Sometimes you- you hated me, and wanted to hurt me. Sometimes you were sad and- Aah, wanted to- to love me…”

His pace hastened, clenching his jaw and tightening his grip on your thigh.

“What else, baby,” he asked, voice gravelly and strained.

You threw your head back, eyes flitting closed. He felt so good inside of you after months apart, so good holding you, fucking you.

“I thought about you hating me the most,” you sobbed. “I-It was easier to accept that you wanted me dead. It hurt too much to p-pretend you cared about me and then feel alone and cold afterwards.”

He let go of your leg and leaned down, arm beside your head supporting his weight as he kissed you.

“I care,” he muttered, eyes glimmering sadly as his voice revealed how vulnerable he felt.

“Aah- me too.” He locked his lips with yours again. “I never wanted you to hate me.”

“I’m sorry.” He kissed you again, pet your hair and gazed into your eyes gently. By then his pace had practically stopped, movements gentle, the focus solely on you. “What else happened while I was gone.”

Your heart beat nervously. You worried your lip and looked away.

“I cried,” you confessed. His hips stuttered, an expression of concern etched in his face.

“Y-you…”

You closed your eyes. It was too embarrassing.

You were a crime lord for crying out loud, your presence scared even the most dangerous of criminals. But that man, the man who left you gutted and betrayed, who returned with utmost devotion, who fucked you so good and held you as long as you needed, that man made you cry.

He nosed down your neck, quiet. His lips pressed open mouthed kisses, tongue peeking through to taste your skin. He bit it gently, sucked and licked the salt on it. You trembled beneath him.

“It’s okay,” you consoled, growing impatient as you rolled your hips. “What matters is that you’re here now.” He came up to look into your eyes and you held his head at the base of his neck, running through his long, silky hair. You mustered what little strength you had left and huffed. “Now get on with it. Fuck your boss like you fucking mean it, Min Yoongi.”

At that he grinned like a maniac, something sadistic peaking through his gaze.

“That right?”

“If you don’t do it I’ll find someone else to do so,” you threatened. He scoffed.

“Well, what my lovely boss wants is what my lovely boss gets.” He sat back, keeping one hand on your shoulder for support. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

You narrowed your eyes in suspicion.

He immediately began fucking you hard and fast. You gasped in shock at the assault, his pace ruthless. Your insides burned so good while his body slammed against yours repeatedly. His hand on your shoulder kept you in place, preventing you from riding up the couch and making the impact of each and every thrust even harder than before.

In a daze you looked at him, all of him, and realised how with the exception of his shirt he was still clothed. His jeans pooled at his knees, under your legs, and the sight was unexpectedly arousing.

You were completely naked, unravelled like putty in his hands. If anyone were to walk in, there was no way of preserving your dignity, much less with your legs spread lewdly around your traitorous subordinate’s waist.

He smiled confidently, like he knew the effect he had on you. You looked away from him, his gaze so overpowering when he had you at your mercy. But he grabbed you by the jaw and turned your head to face him once more, and saw him lick his lips in anticipation.

You were already dangerously close to your orgasm, pressure building behind your arousal and threatening to burst. If he was close as well he didn’t show it, as energy and determination seeped through his every movement.

“Don’t look away from me.” You felt his fingers slide down your jaw slowly until they sat loosely around your neck. You whimpered at the feeling, feeling completely and utterly owned by him. “There, that’s it.”

You kept your head in place, not daring to move an inch as he kept fucking you, body shivering in response to the stimulation. His hands were wide enough to cover your neck, long enough to have a secure grip around it. But he didn’t squeeze, and you watched his mischievous expression, waiting for him to do it.

“You want it?” He asked. “Want me to choke you?”

You nodded, feeling pathetic and weak. But that was the best part, giving yourself away to someone, giving away power and the stress that came with it. And Yoongi loved doing that for you.

“You know the drill, tap three times if you need a break,” he said softly, and it felt so routine, like nothing had ever changed between you two.

You nodded again, and felt him slow down his movements for a moment.

His hand squeezed around your neck slowly, getting a feel for your body and being mindful of your reactions. It was lovely. The pressure made you buck your hips into Yoongi, arousal spiking, and the further he squeezed, the more it hurt. His palm pressed down on your windpipe and restricted your air flow just enough to make you squirm. Once his grip was just right, he began thrusting into you again. Slow and long at first, feeling the way you clenched around him desperately.

You saw the way his jaw moved from side to side as he gathered saliva, before spitting on his fingers and lathering his cock in fresh slick. It was so crass, so filthy, but it only aroused you more.

You brought a hand between your legs and stroked yourself as he hastened his pace and fucked you fast and short once more. It was all so much you almost felt numb. His cock, his chokehold, your hand, all so, so much at once. Your face felt hot from the pressure on your neck and a feeling of helplessness washed over you. You could barely move your head, breathing restricted enough to have you panting and lightheaded, and the grip he had on you was painful in that delicious way that had your toes curling.

A wounded sound escaped your lips and something like affection bloomed in his face.

“So cute,” he murmured, expression growing strained as he no doubt drew closer to his climax. “You’re always so helpless beneath me. You talk and taunt and boss us around but the moment I take you by the neck you get so pitiful.” He gave you a quick once-over, like to make a point. “Just like this.”

You felt electricity run down your spine, hips stuttering against Yoongi’s body.

“Please,” you moaned.

He choked you harder.

You could have sworn every nerve became twice as sensitive then.

“What would everybody else say, seeing how easy you are?” He started panting, voice gravelly and dark. His hand snaked up your stomach and rubbed over your chest, flicking your nipple and making you jump. “I could snuff out your life right now, you know that? I’d just have to tighten my grip a little harder.”

That’s what he did. He tightened his hold just a fraction, and you let yourself go. You let your eyes close shut, your breath feather-light as you felt every sensation heightened. You could feel Yoongi’s fingers digging into the sensitive, bruised flesh of your neck, could feel his gentle pinching of our nipple, your own hand stroking yourself fast, but softly. And his cock, thick and long sliding in and out of you with so much ease. It reached every nook and cranny of your body, setting your nerves alight and completely overwhelming you.

Your climax made your body shake and quiver, and Yoongi let go of your neck immediately. You took in a deep breath and moaned long and drawn out as shockwaves of pleasure racked your body, making Yoongi cum as a consequence. You were squeezing so tightly around him, it was only inevitable.

He grunted as he pulled out, fisted his cock and spilled all over your stomach. Ropes of his cum painted your skin with every movement of his hand and you whimpered, eyes gazing into his as you rode your high. He took pity on you and stuffed your fluttering hole with two of his fingers, curling them up and making you see stars.

“Yeah, that’s it. Keep going,” he said.

Your breathing was laboured, mind dazed and clouded as he kept pushing you to your limits. Even as your climax slowed and stopped he kept pressing, watching you twitch and sigh for a while longer with eyes filled with just as much lust and wonder as yours.

“My pretty baby.” He pulled out his fingers, reaching behind to grab his t-shirt and wipe his hands from both of your fluids. “You did so well. God, I missed you so fucking much.”

“Yoongi…”

He leaned down and kissed you, gentle but passionate. He cradled your cheek and brushed your cheek with his thumb reverently, and you felt your heart swell, as though it were healing with every touch he placed on your skin.

When he parted, you just took in the sight of one another, his expression so peaceful and yet conflicted. After such troubling weeks, you couldn’t help but feel the same.

“It’s so good to have you back,” you murmured. He chuckled nervously, sitting back up and looking down at the tshirt in his hands. He fiddled with it, then began wiping your stomach with it.

“It feels surreal to be back.” He was quiet for a moment. “I was prepared to die.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. With so many possible outcomes, both from his side and yours, it truly was a dangerous and unpredictable plan he hatched.

“And you succeeded, did you not?”

He looked up at you once more, movements stilled. He cracked a small grin, then laughed softly to himself.

“Yeah, you could say I did.”

He did his best with what little he had, and once you were somewhat clean, he threw his shirt to the ground and helped you put your clothes back on. Your body felt heavy, movements sluggish as you tried to button up your shirt and squirm back into your slacks. Yoongi’s hands were everywhere to support you, warm and steady like the rock you needed. Once dressed he placed his jacket over your shoulders and took you in his arms.

Even though you had the luxury of time, you didn’t have the comfort of a private room, with a comfortable bed and sheets. Yoongi put in the effort though, always diligent for your comfort. He leaned back on the couch and brought you in with him, laying you on his chest. He kissed your temple, your cheek, your jaw, arms protectively around you. You felt lulled and secure, the rush of adrenaline from your activities slowly melting away.

“What happens now?” Yoongi’s voice rumbled against your back, reminiscent of a cat purring.

“There’s a closet in the back of the lounge with spare clothes,” you said. “I’m sure we have t-shirts somewhere in there.”

Yoongi laughed.

“Thanks, but I meant in general.”

“Oh.” You laughed, too.

As the fuzziness in your mind cleared, you contemplated his words, the events that passed and what it meant for your family. For your organisation. For your life.

It was rather simple, no?

“We continue what we’ve always done.” You turned around, feeling the strength return to your limbs. You looked down at him with the stern, but proud eyes of a leader. “Like you’ve never left.”

Yoongi smiled back, relief twinkling in his eyes. He got so bashful in these moments, when you both peeled back the masks you wore and talked earnestly. It was a rare occurrence, even scarce after you became not-so-casual lovers.

Truthfully, you’d never put a label on what you were. And after his disappearance and supposed betrayal, you were ready to believe it was all a series of flings with no strings attached, that you fucked up in getting too close and had to rebuild your walls stronger than before.

Now though, as you kissed Yoongi one last time before getting back to business, you felt hope.

You sent him off to open up the doors and let your people back in. You watched a pink cheeked Namjoon grumble under his breath as he entered first. Hoseok followed suit, his cheeky grin a far cry from his previous demeanour as he looked between you and Yoongi and pretended like he hadn’t heard a thing. The rest slowly filled the room, giving Yoongi weird looks as they gathered before you, waiting for you to make a statement. You, too, got odd looks from the crowd. Their eyes flitted between you and your bruised neck, and down to the rucksack beside you on the couch.

You had placed the severed head back inside, wanting the reveal to have an impact on your people, and for them to understand how vital Yoongi was to their team, despite his actions.

“Had fun, Boss?” Hoseok commented.

“Hoseok.” Namjoon warned.

“What? ‘S just a regular ol’ question.”

“Shut up,” you blushed despite your stoic expression. “The both of you.”

Once everyone was back in, Yoongi closed the doors and walked back to you. His footsteps echoed throughout the lounge as he calmly took his place beside you, standing proudly as you crossed your legs and leaned back.

You could see it in your people’s eyes. The way they looked between you two in concern. The way they kept looking at your hickeys and his dishevelled hair, tied back up in a hurry. They didn’t understand and were worried. Treachery wasn’t ever paid back with anything short of bloody in that world, after all.

“I once told every single one of you in this room that as long as you’re under my care you will be rewarded for both your efforts and results,” you began. “And every single one of you has tasted the benefits of your hard work, have you not?” Some nodded nervously. “Well, Min Yoongi stepped foot in this building today with a surprising gift. A gift I have never been able to offer to any of you.” You looked up to Yoongi and ordered softly. “Show them what you gave me.”

He looked positively dangerous. Like the cat who got the cream, he smirked down at you and picked up the rucksack. Then, turning towards your people, he gripped the head by the hair and let the bag drop to the ground.

The crowd gasped, shock erupting in their many faces as they cursed out loud or whispered to one another secretively.

“Min Yoongi here,” you spoke up, loud enough to cut through the commotion, “took down our greatest enemy - his former boss - because his loyalty for our family was more valuable than what money could buy.” Then softer again. “Put that ugly thing away and have someone send it to the cops. They can’t pretend he’s alive if the feds know better. Their business will crumble within the month.”

The night was spent in drinks and loud music. Everybody celebrated, but you shortly retired for the night, exhausted and sticky from your heated moment with Yoongi.

You took him back to your place, a place he knew like the back of his hand at that point. Hoseok and Namjoon had told you to stay away from there, that Yoongi knew the place too well, could easily override the alarm system, get in and kill you. But you’d stayed put. Risky as it was, your instinct had been correct.

“Stay with me,” you pleaded.

You were both standing in front of an expansive window facing the city skyline, freshly poured drinks in hand. You noticed he looked down to you in the reflection on the glass. You looked up and met his gaze.

“You have nowhere else to go, am I correct?”

Yoongi worried his lip between his teeth, looked at the ground, then back at you. It was the most startled you’d seen him all day.

He nodded wordlessly.

“Then just stay, if you feel comfortable in doing so. You can use the guest room. I mean, it’s never used and-”

You were cut off by him kissing you, both hands cradling your jaw. Though you might have been inclined to call it passionate, it felt more desperate than anything else. You held onto him, one hand over his, the other at the base of his neck where it met his shoulder. You held each other as your lips locked, feeling Yoongi’s loyalty, his loneliness and his affection all at once. You met them with your devotion, your sadness and your… Your love, you concluded. There was no doubt anymore.

Your hand snaked up his neck and onto his cheek, and you parted the kiss to rest your forehead on his. As you breathed each other's air you looked into his eyes and felt your throat dry up, closing in on itself as you conjured the words you so desperately wanted to say.

He looked down at you expectantly, something between fear and hope crossing his eyes. You didn’t know what to make of it.

“Yoon,” you breathed. “I know I’m your boss, and you owe me your blood, your rank and your loyalty but-” You swallowed a lump in your throat. “I don’t see you that way.”

You closed your eyes, finding it too hard to bear his reaction.

You felt him take your hand from his cheek and pull you close, his arms wrapping themselves around you in a tight embrace. You felt his lips press gently over your pulse. Painted purple by his mouth just hours prior, now he left a trail of soft kisses up your neck until he pressed one last peck to your cheek.

You felt giddy, like you were young and naive again and had just received your first kiss.

Likewise, you heard him chuckle. And when you opened your eyes, you were met by a shy smile you’d never seen before on his blushing face.

“Y/n,” he said. “Neither do I.”

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TOTW Chapter 4

paring: ot7 x oc!hybrid rating/genre/au: Teen, Angst, Fluff, Parent AU, Hybrid AU, Non-Idol AU warnings: Crying, Child Vaccine, Mention of Needles, Doctor’s Visit, Mention of Blood, Namjoon Kisses Someone’s Cheek, Alpaca!Seokjin, Pied-Bellied Shield Tail Snake!Yoongi, Human!Namjoon, Human!Hoseok, Human!Jimin, Human!Taehyung, Kangaroo!Jungkook, Quoll!OC wc: 6.4K

"I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as the need for a father’s parent’s protection." - Sigmund Freud

a/n: @namjinsmoonchile as always, thank you for being my beta! Huge thank you to @hisunshiine for looking over Hobi and Imani’s scene for me!

a/n 2: Bold text is BTS speaking English

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Hoseok stands alone in his salon staring down at the requested items Jungkook brought home. A wide tooth comb, a detangling brush, a large pack of black rubber bands, a child sized shower cap and a single silk bonnet that Hoseok will have Taehyung resize a little later before bedtime. Pursing his lips, Hoseok scans the labels of shampoos and conditioners, thinking of which would be best to help him keep as much as Imani’s hair as possible. Sadly, Hoseok doesn’t have many clients that like to keep their natural curls. Often coming in for touches up on their straight perms, so he’s a little rusty in the curl department. However, Hoseok is positive that Imani has 3b hair which needs a lot of lightweight hydration. Going over his game plan in his mind, Hoseok grabs a sulfate-free shampoo and finds a deep conditioner that he thinks will work best for Imani.

Later, when Hoseok has some time, he will sit down and order a few products just for Imani to better take care of her hair. Hoseok glances at his supply closet and tries to recall if he still has a manikin head to practice on. He is sure that braiding is just like riding a bike, it’s something that you can’t forget once you learn…but just to be on the safe side, Hoseok would like to study and practice a few styles. Setting up his station, Hoseok grabs a booster seat for Imani to sit on and double checks everything before he shoots Seokjin a text to let him know everything is ready.

While he waits for Seokjin to bring Imani down to the shop, Hoseok scrolls through his Spotify to find the perfect playlist to help Imani relax. Jimin shared with everyone that Imani’s mother was a Broadway singer, so he thinks maybe Imani might like a Broadway playlist. Seokjin’s voice catches his attention and Hoseok sets his phone down.

The salon is completely closed off from the upper levels, a decision that Yoongi readily agreed to for the safety of his pack. They never knew what strangers were capable of and no one wanted to give Seokjin and Hoseok’s clients access to their home. The elevator is passcode protected and is hidden away in the laundry room for an extra safety measure.

Seokjin walks out from the back of the salon with Imani in his arms, her little face tucked in the crook of his neck as she scents him lightly. Rubbing her back softly, Seokjin smiles weary at Hoseok unsure if this is going to work. Seokjin would like nothing more than to keep all of Imani’s hair, but he cannot fathom how Hoseok will manage it. Seokjin tried and he failed to find Imani’s ears in all the knots and curls. Hoseok smiles and cranes his neck trying to see Imani’s face.

“Hey, pretty girl.” Hoseok tickles Imani’s side and the little girl wiggles in Seokjin’s arms, her body twisting, as she pulls away from Seokjin’s neck with a giggle. “Are you all ready to get that hair washed?” Hoseok smooths a large hand over Imani’s bird nest and the little girl pouts. “Awe.” Hoseok mimics Imani’s pouting lips before he reaches out and carefully takes Imani from Seokjin’s arms. “What's that face for, pretty?”

Imani’s little fists ball the collar of Hoseok’s striped shirt tightly and she whines, “Gonna hurt?”

Hoseok frowns at Imani’s question. As much as he wants to tell her it won’t hurt, he cannot guarantee that, but he can promise to try his best. Hoseok bounces Imani up higher in his arms, holding her better so that they can look each other in the eyes.

“Seokie promises to try his best. Can you trust me, pretty girl?”

Seokjin watches the interaction and folds his hand together, twisting his fingers around as he chews on his bottom lip. Hoseok shoots him a comforting glance and puts his focus back on Imani.

“Jinnie is going to be here the whole time, okay? We can stop if you don’t like it.” Hoseok takes his time as he tries to soothe Imani’s fears. He may not be able to smell her but the worry melting from Seokjin’s face tells Hoseok that his words might have worked. Imani looks at the large sink behind Hoseok and she nods her head giving Hoseok permission to wash her hair.

Hoseok sets Imani down in the booster seat and grabs a tan towel before he drapes it over Imani’s shoulders and clips it together in the front. Grabbing a sage green cape, Hoseok quickly puts that over Imani’s shoulder and fastens it behind her neck to make sure her clothing stays clean and dry. He turns on the water, checking that it’s not too cold or hot before he tilts Imani back. Her head rests snugly against the neck rest and Hoseok grabs his phone, “What music do you like, Imani? Broadway?”

Imani’s eyes glitter at the mention of Broadway and Hoseok smiles, pressing play on the child-friendly playlist he chose. ‘He Lives In You (Reprise)’ from the Lion King starts to play and Imani chirps happily making Hoseok beam in delight. Hoseok quickly pulls an apron over his head and shoves two handfuls of hair clips into one of the pockets before he grabs the wide tooth comb and starts to gently search for Imani’s ears. Hoseok must be extra careful not to get water in the animal ears or hurt them with his comb. Seokjin sits beside Imani and starts to sing along to the song softly making Imani giggle.

The light pressure of the comb and Hoseok fingers makes Imani melt in her seat. She always loved when her mother did her hair. The scalp scratches and ear pats were lovely. Not to mention the scent of all the different products her mother used, they always smelled sweet. Hoseok lets out a small cry of victory as he finds one of Imani’s pitch-black ears and carefully clips the hair away before he searches for the other one. Doing the same thing to the other ear, Hoseok pulls out two small ear caps and places them over Imani’s ears. Imani’s ears twitch from the sudden feeling of plastic on her ears, the little crinkling making it hard to focus on Seokjin’s singing while Hoseok mutters to himself.

Imani mewls lowly and Seokjin grabs her hand, holding onto it gently. His thumb stokes over Imani’s little fingers and Hoseok tests the water one last time. “Okay, pretty girl. I’m going to wet your hair now…” Hoseok lifts the sprayer and eases it over Imani’s head, slowly wetting her hair in sections so that he doesn’t add extra weight to her head.

“Wouldn’t it be better for me to hold her?” Seokjin offers as he eyes Imani’s ears leaning in his direction.

“Let me wash her hair first, Hyungie.” Hoseok smiles softly at Seokjin. “I think she’ll fall asleep halfway through the wash, anyway.” Hoseok’s eyes crinkle as he smiles, watching as Imani fights to keep her eyes open.

Seokjin’s heart pinches at the sight and he can’t help but coo as Imani yawns, a small squeak slipping out towards the end. Setting the sprayer down, Hoseok pumps some detangler into his hand and rubs them together. Keeping his movements in time to the beat of whatever song is playing from the speakers, Hoseok starts to work the detangler into Imani’s hair, starting at the back of her head. Reaching over, Hoseok picks up the detangling brush and gently starts to work out the knots in Imani’s hair. Imani’s fingers flex in Seokjin’s hold and he watches as all the tension on Imani’s body seemingly dissolves with each untangled knot.

Imani blinks slowly, her vision starting to waver as the soothing tug and pull of the brush combined with Hoseok’s fingers make Imani’s skin tingle. Hoseok detangles Imani’s hair, section by section, keeping his eyes on the sleepy little girl in front of him. He steps back for a short moment to change the playlist to something less busy, opting for Disney lullabies. A familiar beat plays, soft and calming before Phil Collins’ voice starts to croon the well-known lyrics of ‘You’ll Be In My Heart’ from Tarzan. Tapping his foot, Hoseok sings along and Seokjin joins in, their voices wrapping Imani in an invisible warm, weighted blanket of overwhelming affection and serenity. Imani yawns once more and she drifts off to sleep with a quiet purr rumbling in her chest.

Seokjin shifts in his seat and pulls a leg up towards his chest while still holding onto Imani’s hand. He rests his chin on his knee and watches her sleeping figure. “How can she be so perfect?” Seokjin whispers, his eyes bright in wonder and Hoseok starts to rinse the detangling cream from Imani’s hair.

“I think you’re just smitten, hyung.”

Seokjin’s ears on top of his head swivel slightly at Hoseok words and Seokjin smiles, “Yeah...I guess I am.”

Hoseok snickers and glances at his phone to check the time, “Hyung…can we reschedule Imani’s appointment? This is going to take a while.”

Seokjin watches as Hoseok starts to shampoo Imani’s hair, taking his time to wash each of the four sections separately and Seokjin agrees, this is going to take a while. Pulling his phone from his pocket, Seokjin takes a minute long video of Hoseok washing Imani’s hair before he sends it to the group chat followed by four heart eye emojis. His, as well as Hoseok’s phone goes off with different emojis that makes Seokjin smile.

Seokjin - We’re gonna be a while

Seokjin - Hobie says to reschedule the appointment

Seokjin watches as many text bubbles pop up before Yoongi is the first to respond with a simple okay.

“What did they say?” Hoseok questions, unable to look at his phone as he washes Imani’s hair.

“Yoongi will have Namjoon reschedule it for tomorrow.”

“Great…now I can really take my time!”

Grabbing the sprayer once again, Hoseok rinses Imani’s hair and starts to brush a deep conditioning mask onto it layer by layer and section by section. Grabbing the detangling brush, Hoseok again starts to detangle Imani’s hair, starting at the ends and going closer to her scalp. Once that’s done, Hoseok does a two-strand twist on the four sections of Imani’s hair.

“How long will that take?” Seokjin watches as Hoseok easily gathers Imani’s hair in his hands and skillfully places it all inside a plastic cap made for hybrids that have ears on top of their heads.

“Give me a hand, hyung?” Hoseok motions towards Imani’s sleeping body and Seokjin is quick to lift her into his arms, making sure not to let her head loll backwards as he walks over to the hooded dryer.

“Given the amount of hair that she has, I’m thinking 45 minutes, give or take a few if Imani doesn’t sit still.”

Seokjin nods his head and sits down in the chair with Imani in his lap. He gently wakes her up and smiles at her pouty lil face. “Hi, pup.” Seokjin nuzzles his nose against Imani’s and hums in delight as wild sunflowers stretch out wide in his heart. “Seokie is going to put a hair dryer on, okay? It won’t be too loud. It’s made for our ears.”

Imani’s lower lip starts to tremble, and Seokjin shushes her while patting her lower back, “You can go back to sleep.” Bringing Imani’s nose to his scent gland, Seokjin pushes out a little more of his lavender scent and Imani’s body relaxes in his arms. “Good girl…that’s my good cria.” Seokjin nods for Hoseok to get the dryer set up and Hoseok moves quickly. Easily placing the flexible hood over Imani’s head, making sure her ears won’t be crushed as he lowers the hood. There are two holes in the hood for Imani’s ears to be comfortable and free from the heat. As Hoseok starts up the dryer, Imani whines and tries to bury her face into Seokjin’s neck, and she starts to fuss when she can’t.

Bringing his hand upward, Seokjin boops Imani on the nose and leaves his wrist by her nose. Imani’s eyes flutter open and her head falls into Seokjin’s hand before she smiles and goes back to sleep. Turning the TV on, Hoseok puts on the k-drama that he knows Seokjin is in the middle of catching up on. He makes sure that the closed captions are on, so that Seokjin can follow in case he can’t hear and starts to clean up the wash station a little bit.

Upstairs in Yoongi’s office, Namjoon sits with a phone pressed to his ear. Having to reschedule Imani’s doctor’s appointment isn’t that big of a deal. One day isn’t going to hurt, but since she is a rare hybrid that is currently in foster care, their wiggle room isn’t much. Namjoon sighs and hangs up, rubbing his temples. From the other side of his desk, Yoongi chuckles, “Welcome to parenthood.” His voice is flat as he stares at Namjoon and Namjoon rolls his eyes.

“Tomorrow at 10 sharp. Do you want me to go?” Namjoon slips his phone into his pocket and stands, looking at Yoongi.

“I’ll go. I know you have a zoom meeting at 9.” Namjoon narrows his eyes and Yoongi smirks. “Not getting out of work that easily, Joon-ah.”

Back in the salon Hoseok offers to get Seokjin something to drink and Seokjin shakes his head, lost in his own world as he pats Imani’s butt in a steady rhythm subconsciously to the beat of whatever song is playing. Hoseok grins to himself and snaps a photo of Seokjin and Imani. He keeps it for himself, choosing not to share it with the group. Imani is small, but in Seokjin’s arms she looks so, so tiny. It makes Hoseok worry about Imani’s upcoming doctor’s appointment.

Will everything be okay? Will she need shots? Oh, God! What if Imani needs shots? Hoseok feels faint just thinking about it. He hates needles and wherever he gets stabbed always hurts so much worse the day after. Shaking the thought from his head, Hoseok goes to the first floor to grab a few snacks in case Imani or Seokjin get peckish later while they're down in the salon.

The elevator doors open, and Hoseok is greeted with the shouts of Taehyung and Jungkook as they fight over who is winning in Mario Kart. Jimin is in the kitchen making a smoothie and smiles when Hoseok enters.

“How’s it going?” Jimin takes a pause in cutting up some fruit and Hoseok makes a face.

“She has a lot of hair. Thankfully I was able to save it. Only a little came out from detangling, but nothing to worry about.”

“Are you going to trim it?”

“Yeah. I want to give her hair as much of a healthy restart as possible.”

“Smoothie?”

“Na. Do we have any coffee left?”

Jimin points to the coffee machine on the counter and Hoseok sighs in relief seeing that there are a few k cups left of espresso. He cannot wait to down a large, iced Americano. Grabbing himself a huge tumbler, Hoseok fills it halfway with ice before he places it under the nozzle of the machine. Placing a k cup inside and pressing the Americano button, Hoseok grabs some cream from the fridge and pours a small amount into the other side of the machine to make cold foam.

“Being fancy today, huh, hyung?” Jimin jokes and Hoseok rolls his eyes as he puts together his drink, quickly making one for Seokjin as well; making sure to add four tablespoons of sugar to his. “How fast did she fall asleep?”

“I don’t even know, babe.”

Jimin coos as Namjoon walks down the steps and heads right for the duo. “Having any luck?” Namjoon asks as he places a hand on both Jimin and Hoseok’s lower back, pecking their cheeks.

“Once I wash the mask out, I’ll hand dry the hair and trim it before I style it.”

“Oh!” Jimin’s eyes shine with wonder and promise. “What are you going to do?”

Hoseok frowns at Jimin’s question. He didn’t think that far ahead. Now is a good time to look for some idea as to what might work.

“Would you like to help me find a style?” Hoseok offers and Jimin’s whole face lights up, his eyes turning into tight crescent moons from how hard he’s smiling.

“Can’t wait to see what you do, Hobi.” Namjoon kisses Hoseok’s forehead and walks off to see what Taehyung and Jungkook are doing.

Standing together in the kitchen, Jimin and Hoseok scroll through their phones, showing each other different styles that might work for Imani. Jimin shouts in surprise when they show each other the same hair style and Hoseok nods his head impressed. It’s a very simple style but gives a lot of wiggle room if later Imani would like bows or barrettes in it. Hoseok gathers his drink along with Seokjin’s and Jimin loads him up with two containers filled with snacks. Back in the salon, Hoseok smiles seeing that Seokjin is still patting away at Imani’s butt with his eyes closed. His movements are slowed, so Hoseok knows that Seokjin is well on his way to falling asleep.

“Hyung,” Hoseok calls Seokjin and the older male picks his head up. Eyes squinted as he turned his head in Hoseok’s direction. “I made you an Americano.” Hoseok sets the containers down and walks over with Seokjin’s drink in hand. He gives it to him and checks how much time is left on the dryer. Ten minutes won’t hurt. Turning the dryer off, Hoseok scoops Imani into his arms and carries her over to the sink once again. He wakes her up softly and Imani yawns as she rubs at her eyes with a closed fist. “Would you like some juice, pretty girl?” Hoseok asks and Imani nods her head.

Hoseok gives Imani a juice box from the container and is ready if she needs help opening it (she does not). He allows for Imani to finish her drink while he fiddles around with the water temperature again for the sink. Helping Imani lean back, Hoseok rinses her hair and wrings out the extra water before he jumps into trimming her hair. He takes an inch off, happy that Imani’s hair seems to be in much better shape after the hair mask. Taking his time, Hoseok starts to oil her scalp and apply moisturizer to Imani’s damp hair before blow drying it by hand using warm air. While blow drying Imani’s hair, Seokjin gives her a bag of chips and Imani vibrates in her seat happily as she munches away.

“Okay, you ready?” Hoseok asks as he grabs his rat tail comb. “Tell me if I’m pulling too hard, okay?”

Hoseok sections Imani’s hair into three sections, two squares in the front and the back is one large section. Using hair cream, Hoseok slicks down the first section of hair and brushes it into a ponytail that keeps in place with a black rubber band before he quickly braids the hair. He does the same for the other square and tugs the braids to the back of Imani’s head where he brushes the ends into another ponytail that he leaves out in all its curly glory. Grabbing the gel, Hoseok tames Imani’s baby hairs just like he saw in the picture making sure he lays any flyaway hairs down with mousse before he ties three pieces of wrap paper onto Imani’s head making sure her edges are covered.

“Are you done?” Seokjin asks in between a bite of banana chips.

“Once Imani is done with her snack we’ll be done.” Hoseok helps Imani down from the chair and she runs over to Seokjin to see what he’s eating. Hoseok laughs and goes about cleaning up after himself while the other two enjoy their snacks together.

“All done!” Imani shouts as she wipes her mouth the back of her hand and Seokjin tsks his tongue with a frown on his face.

“Napkin, Imani!” Seokjin scolds and Imani hurries over to Hoseok, ignoring Seokjin as he wipes the crumbs from the table into his hand.

Finished with his cleaning, Hoseok lifts Imani into the seat and carefully pulls the wrap paper undone. He tosses them into the trash can underneath his station and smiles at Imani. “Ready to see your hair?”

“Yesh! Is it pwetty?”

A large heart-shaped smile graces Hoseok’s lips, and he turns the chair around to show Imani her new hair style. Imani stares at her reflection with her mouth wide open, her black ears on display on either side of the braids.

“Whoa!” Imani turns her head from side to side trying to see the back of her head and Hoseok holds up a smaller mirror, showing Imani the large ponytail that sits at the base of her head a few inches above the nape of her neck.

“You like it?” Hoseok can’t help but to ask and Imani nods her head excitedly.

“Pwetty!” Imani jumps from the chair into Hoseok’s arms making him laugh and hug her tightly as she wraps her little arms around his neck. “You the bestest!” Hoseok’s face heats up at Imani’s words and Seokjin is sniffling, dabbing his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt. Imani looks over at Seokjin and grins, “Look it, Jinnie! Look it!”

Sitting in the waiting room of a hospital in the pediatric ward, Yoongi keeps his sunglasses on as he watches Imani sit in Seokjin’s lap while he reads Not So Different by Cyana Riley. It’s one of the five books that Imani packed in her comfort bag that Seokjin insisted on bringing. It’s filled with a soft blanket that the pack has scented, noise canceling headphones, two change of clothes, lollipops, water, and sunglasses, along with basic medicine and band aids. Imani is wearing a cute yellow short sleeve shirt that has white daisies on it with a denim button up cami on top that is styled like overalls if someone just wanted to wear the top half. The top is paired with a simple pair of jeans and yellow rain boots that have white hearts on them. Hoseok made sure to put white ribbons in Imani’s hair too. The medium sized bows make her look so stinking cute!

It was a long night for Yoongi. He put off his workload long enough and stayed up longer to get a decent portion done before sunrise. Anyone can tell with just one look into his eyes. They are normally chestnut brown with black circular pupils but today they are darker with black slits for his pupils. Yoongi isn’t self-conscious about his eyes, but having Imani with him, Yoongi doesn’t want any unwanted attention.

Imani giggles as Seokjin kisses her cheek, tucking her head underneath his chin to hide away from more kisses. Yoongi stares, taking the two of them in before he frowns. Seokjin has fallen into this parenting role so naturally that it makes Yoongi’s heart feel as though someone has ripped it out, dunked it in lava and poured acid on it before shoving it back into his chest. As much as they have always talked about adopting, Yoongi never really thought much of it. Looking at Seokjin with Imani, Yoongi wonders if Seokjin hid his true pain from him and if so for how long? Shaking the thought from his head, Yoongi turns his head at the sound of a door opening in the distance.

“Kim Imani?” A nurse calls out Imani’s name and Yoongi stands up, offering to carry the bag for Seokjin while he follows the nurse with Imani in his arms. “Aren’t you a cutie!” The nurse smiles at Imani, wiggling her fingers in a friendly hello. The nurse leads the family to a room that has large purple and green star stickers on it. They step inside and the nurse motions for Seokjin to set Imani down. “Remove your shoes and hop on up, dear.”

Imani giggles as Seokjin removes her rain boots and sets her down on the scale. The nurse quickly takes down Imani’s weight before she pulls down a metal bar to measure Imani’s height. After the height and weight check, the nurse asks a few questions as Seokjin sets Imani on the patient's bed. He holds Imani’s hand and smiles as Imani answers the nurse’s questions about what kind of hybrid she is, along with her age and favorite color (green). Checking Imani’s blood pressure, the nurse turns her attention to Seokjin and Yoongi.

“Any concerns that you have after Imani shifted? Has she voiced any discomfort?”

“I just want to make sure that she’s okay,” Seokjin scratches lightly behind Imani’s ears as he speaks. “She didn’t shift for about a month in total and at her age…” Seokjin’s face falls at the thought of anything being wrong with Imani and the nurse nods her head understanding.

“I’ll inform Doctor Choi and she will discuss your concerns in more depth. From what I’ve seen so far, Imani is underweight for her height and weight percentage, but that’s to be expected without shifting regularly for proper meals.” The nurse smiles at Imani and grabs her clipboard. “Doctor Choi will be with you shortly to explain the next steps.”

Alone in the room, Yoongi shifts the bag in his lap and sets it onto the floor beside him while Seokjin sits on the bed with Imani.

“Lollipop?” Imani requests looking over at Yoongi and Seokjin chuckles as he shakes his head.

“Be a good girl and you can have a lollipop when we leave.”

Imani pouts at that but nods her head, nonetheless. She fiddles with the bracelet on Seokjin’s wrist and sings a made-up song, filling the room with a scent of an endless field of sunflowers. There is a knock at the door, and it opens three seconds later. A small woman standing around five foot three steps into the room and shuts the door behind her. Yoongi takes notice of the reddish orange tail and when he looks at the woman’s face, he sees two small striped triangles on top of her head. No distinguishing scent is coming from Doctor Choi thanks to the scent blockers and Yoongi is thankful. He isn’t too sure how Imani would react to another hybrid’s scent that she doesn’t know.

Imani sees the doctor and her eyes widen, “Kitty!” Imani is delighted by the sight of the doctor and Seokjin is quick to grab her around her waist before she falls off the bed.

Doctor Choi smiles and sits down on a black stool with wheels. “Hello, Imani! I am a kitty, a red tabby! Neat huh?” Doctor Choi wiggles her tail and Imani giggles as she tries to wiggle her own tail just like the doctor. “Now, I hear you haven’t shifted in a while. You must have been really scared, yeah?”

Imani nods her head slowly at the doctor’s words and scoots closer to Seokjin. “Well, we’re all very happy to see your honey. Can I give you an examination?”

“What that?”

Doctor Choi grins and grabs a few tools from the wall behind herself. She takes her time in explaining everything that she is doing to Imani, using Seokjin as the model first before doing it again on Imani. Yoongi is impressed, he has never seen a doctor with such an open and friendly personality. Doctor Choi looks over Imani’s chart and double checks the notes left behind from the nurse before she turns her attention to Seokjin and Yoongi.

“We’ll have to do a full work up with it being so long in between Imani’s last shift. Looking at the files from her pediatrician, Imani is also due for her fifth dose of DTaP and IPV as well as her second dose of Varicella.”

Yoongi presses his lips into a thin line at the news. He may not know what everything is, but he’s counting a total of three shots so far. Seokjin’s face is a little green, he knew there was a chance of Imani needing shots but not that many. Doctor Choi pats Seokjin’s knee, “Don’t worry, you can hold her while she gets them. We’ll also draw two b-l-o-o-d samples. One from her finger and the other from her forearm.”

Seokjin might just faint. Blood? They want to draw blood from his baby girl? No, no. No. Seokjin doesn’t like the sound of that at all and his scent starts to dampen, mildew starting to come to the surface.

Doctor Choi offers Seokjin a kind smile, she’s been doing this for years. She can understand how scary it all might sound to the parent. “Today there are going to be a lot of tests for Imani. Because of how rare her animal counterpart is, we need to make sure that all our bases are covered and nothing is going on internally.”

“W-what else is there?” Seokjin’s voice is strained as he glances down at Imani who is starting to fuss beside him.

“The basic procedures. A CT scan, a movement, sight, and hearing test. Depending on the results we might need to do more, but these tests are simple and will be stress free for Imani.”

Seokjin doesn’t believe Doctor Choi at all. A CT scan doesn’t sound stress free at all.

“Thank you, Doctor.” Yoongi is quick to dismiss the woman and she leaves the room, giving Imani one last smile. “Hyung.” Yoongi’s voice is firm as he warns Seokjin to rein it in. His scent is starting to make Imani finicky, and it will be harder for everyone to do their jobs.

“Jin-ie?” Imani crawls into Seokjin’s lap and Yoongi watches as Imani wraps her tail around Seokjin’s wrist. Her fresh sunflower scent slowly decaying, and Seokjin is quick to pull himself from his thoughts, his scent heavy and soothing as he forces the lavender to wrap around Imani tightly.

Yoongi watches Seokjin closely as he starts to nuzzle his nose into Imani’s hair, breathing in deeply to drown himself in her scent as he self-soothes. Imani giggles as Seokjin’s puff of air tickles her ears and she buries her face into his neck, nosing at his scent gland.

“One test at a time, Hyung.” Yoongi folds his arms across his chest and blinks slowly behind his sunglasses. “I’m sure they will let you stay by her side the whole time. No one wants to harm Imani or put her through any more stress.”

Seokjin sighs, he knows that. He understands that completely but looking down at the little girl in his arms, Seokjin’s omega is crying. What if she gets scared? What if something goes wrong and they take Imani from him forever? Seokjin tightens his arms around Imani and kisses the top of her head. No. Nothing is wrong, everything will be okay. They will do their tests, the results will come back negative for whatever and they will leave the hospital together, all three of them. There is a soft knock at the door before it opens and the same nurse from before smiles, clearly not able to scent the room since she’s human. Yoongi wonders if it was wise to have her work with them.

“We need Imani to change into a gown, please keep her underwear and socks on.” The nurse offers Seokjin a colorful gown that looks like it will swallow Imani whole. “I’ll give you a few moments before we head to the ENT department.”

The testing goes relatively fast in Yoongi’s opinion. Imani took part in an obstacle course in her human and animal form, played a few games while answering questions and she didn’t waver at having to be separated from Seokjin. Though Yoongi suspects that because Seokjin was within sight the whole time. The only issue they had was when Imani needed to get the CT scan and Seokjin wasn’t allowed to be with her. Yoongi smelt Seokjin’s anxiety as if it were a custom perfume rolling off Seokjin in waves as they waited for the CT scan to be finished. Once that was done, all that was left was for Imani to get her vaccines and blood drawn.

Back in the room, Seokjin sits with Imani in his lap whispering sweet nothing to the small child as he rocks from side to side. He knows what’s coming and he wishes that he could just run away with Imani and never have her feel the pain that is to come.

“Do you need me to hold her?” Yoongi questions and Seokjin’s heart is at war with his mind. He wants to comfort Imani, hold her through whatever pain is sure to be felt, but Seokjin knows the moment he sees those needles he will lash out at the nurse. Silently, Seokjin nods his head, and he nuzzles his nose into Imani’s hair, once again breathing in deep lung fulls of her scent to soothe himself.

“Go to Yoongi, Imani.” Imani stares at Yoongi, her large brown eyes skeptical as her tail tightens around Seokjin’s wrist. Seokjin kisses the top of Imani’s head and rubs her back. “Go on pup. Alpha won’t hurt you.”

Yoongi sighs and removes the sunglasses from his face. He looks Imani right in her eyes and she shrinks back into Seokjin’s chest.

“Imani, come here.” Yoongi’s voice is firm, and he refuses to look away as she tries to curl into Seokjin’s soul. “Now.” Yoongi’s eyes flash a fluorescent yellow and Seokjin’s body tenses as Yoongi’s scent of fresh laundry shifts, smelling like it’s been left out in a thunderstorm. Imani deflates in Seokjin’s arms and slinks down onto the floor with her head down. “Jin-ie just needs to use the bathroom,” Yoongi lies and Seokjin is quick to jump to his feet. A knock at the door catches their attention and Seokjin nibbles on the skin of his bottom lip. “Go.”

The door opens and as the nurse comes in, Seokjin hurries out with a rushed apology. The nurse looks over at Yoongi who is now holding Imani and her eyes widen with a gasp at the sight of his eyes. “Oh!” The nurse’s face warms and she quickly apologies. “I-I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were a hybrid as well.”

Yoongi blinks slowly and shifts Imani on his lap, putting her onto his right thigh. “Can you do everything from here or should I move?” Yoongi questions choosing to ignore the ignorant comment from the nurse.

“T-The bed, please. You may still hold her.”

Yoongi secures his hold on Imani and stands, walking the short distance to the bed and sitting down with her back in his lap. Imani is facing outwards with her back pressed into Yoongi’s stomach and chest, her ears twitch and smack him in the face as the nurse pulls three needles from her pocket. Seeing the needles, Imani whimpers and tries to jump from Yoongi’s lap but his hold around her waist is strong.

“Easy, pup.” Yoongi forces his scent down on Imani heavily and Imani’s tail wraps loosely around Yoongi’s slender wrist. “Alpha is here. I’m right here.” Yoongi repeats his words over and over, rubbing the side of his thumb against Imani’s knee as the nurse carefully takes hold of Imani’s left arm and starts to clean the crook of her elbow with an alcohol pad. Imani presses herself flush against Yoongi’s chest, her heart pounding so harshly in her body that Yoongi can feel it from behind. Rancid water and decaying happiness drifts to the surface of Imani’s scent slowly and Yoongi frowns. Using his free hand, Yoongi grabs one of Imani’s hands and starts to drum a beat softly into her palm.

“Imani?” Yoongi’s voice is soft as he calls to the little girl in his lap, shaking like a leaf in a harsh breeze. “Do you wanna build a snowman? Come on, let's go and play!” Yoongi keeps his focus on the sound of Imani’s heart beat but he doesn’t miss the way the nurse freezes at his words. “I never see you anymore. Come out the door. It's like you've gone away!” Yoongi continues to tap the beat into Imani’s hand as he sings the popular song ‘Let It Go’ from that Frozen movie that Jungkook and Hoseok are strangely in love with.

The nurse pricks Imani’s arm with the long needle and Imani hardly feels a thing, completely engrossed with Yoongi’s deep, timbering voice as he sings above her head. Keeping up with the distraction, the nurse easily fills two small glass beakers with Imani’s blood and removes the needle. Cleaning the spot and placing a small smiley face sticker on it. The nurse slides Imani’s gown upwards to reveal the right thigh.

“It gets a little lonely all these empty rooms. Just watching the hours tick by...” Yoongi continues to sing as the nurse cleans Imani’s thigh.

“Tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock!” Imani joins in on the singing, giggling as Yoongi makes the clicking sound with his tongue. The nurse gives Imani her vaccination and puts matching band aids over the small wounds.

“All done!” The nurse announces with a large smile. Imani pays the woman no mind as she continues to sing the rest of the song by herself and Yoongi smiles, his eyes lighting up as Imani’s little hand wraps around his thumb tightly. Nodding her head, the nurse gathers some paper from behind her and sets them on the foot of the bed. “These have information of the shots that Imani received as well as what to expect and how to treat any symptoms that might come about. We’re waiting on the test results, so you are free to check out and head home for the day.” The nurse places her hand on the door handle and smiles at Yoongi and Imani. “You both did wonderful today. You’re a good father. Good luck with the adoption, Mister Min.” Twisting the handle, the nurse walks out the room and she isn’t surprised to see Seokjin pacing around in the hallway.

“You can head in now, sir. Imani could use a good snuggle.”

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