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Changing One's Tune (15)

Summary: Hybrids have always been known to humanity after scientist decided to test the limits of the animal genetics on humans. Now the world uses them as adoptable companions, which is why a group of friends found their way at a Hybrid Shelter. Though one trip turns into an ugly fight involving Yoongi to walk away—But what happens when that same male finds a cat hybrid that is scared out of her mind with a dark past. Who said that dark past was over?

~Pairing: Min Yoongi (BTS) | Suga x Hybrid f! Reader

~Genre: Angst & Fluff, Hybrid au

~Word Count: 3.6K

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That damn thing was there to torture you, wasn’t it?

Wild eyes narrowed, tail swishing as your ears twitched from the ticking sound… The big numbers staring right into your very soul—Ugh! Can time move any slower?!

Whining, you slumped further onto the carpet ground—You spent nearly all of December with the boy’s family, having come back into the city just last night. Although it was quite nerve wrecking, you managed to let your guard down more. It felt like a big weight has been lifted and for the first time, you’ve felt… Free.

And that’s exactly why you couldn’t stop thinking about your Christmas gift—Today being the day you’ll finally receive it.

The only problem? It was still too early, and the appointment wasn’t until another hour as you glared at Yoongi’s new wall-clock, watching the third handle tick by. A snicker fallin’ from your delicate lips seeing the clock was in the shape of a familiar record design, exactly the one Hoseok gifted him. During that time, while he smiled, you knew Yoongi was secretly too excited about hanging it up—Your guess was correct, considering that was the first thing he did when coming home.

Normally, right now, you’d be sleeping next to the man in question while transformed… Dozing off in a ball of fur as your tail smacked his face—But how could you sleep in a time like this? Knowing this was the exact day you’ll get adopted, officially! The thought had you squealing in delight, rolling on the ground with your favorite blanket. Feline eyes darting out the window to see the first morning sunrise, snowflakes lightly flyin’ in the wind.

Winter was still ongoing, but not as strong… Remembering two days ago Taehyung skipping in excitement among the snow when seeing a few purple crocus sprouting, the tiger hybrid telling of a tale how it was a sign of good-luck. The flower ‘celebrating the coming forth of springtime’ and how it represented ‘new beginnings’. You didn’t even have the heart to prevent him from plucking the flowers as he made a small crocus crown for the both of you.

Sighing, your attention flew back to the clock—What the hell? You jumped in pure shock seeing how it was well past an hour. A tightness building up in your throat, fearing that maybe it was too late to make it for the appointment. What if it was…

No.

Nothing was going to stop yourself from getting adopted today by Yoongi—There are some people that complain about adoption for hybrids, you hear them whispering among themselves whenever going out with Yoongi as they point at your proudly-displayed collar. But they don’t understand… In this world, you can’t just be a stray-hybrid.

You’d need an owner... Friend, to live the freedom a hybrid can live without the fear of being sheltered or worse.

Shaking your head, a smile broke out when yelping as you slipped in the hallway before getting right back up and bursting into Yoongi’s room—It was dark and although harder to see without your night vision, it was nearly impossible to miss the big lump on the bed that snored softly.

So, you pounced.

“Yoongi… Yoongi, wake up!” You shouted, nudging the man as a groan escaped from underneath the covers as you continuously jumped on Yoongi. Frowning at the nonexistent movement, you tried pullin’ the blankets away only for a squeal to leave your lips. A rough shake practically pushing you off the bed with a huff—Alright… That’s it!

Peeking up from the other side as you sat on the floor, anyone would’ve expected the bed to catch fire at the harsh glare you were giving when needing to climb back up. “Yoongi,” You hissed, pulling at the blanket once more as Yoongi’s face showed, his facial expression scrunching at the lost of warmth. Calculating, you smirked almost evilly when soft jet-black hair had gracefully fallen upon his forehead.

Tail flickering in mischief, you grabbed a handful and yanked… Yoongi cussing and hissing in a faint whisper, eyes immediately snapping open with an icy-glare before softening to see you and not one of the guys he believed—Then again, if he saw Jungkook, Yoongi doesn’t think he’d even be able to say no… Kick him, yes, but not no.

“And what do you think your doing kitten?” Yoongi grumbled, voice coming off in a low and hoarse tone, a shiver running down your spine and tail standing puffy/tall in alarm at the affect that was going through you. Ears perking with a slight twitch feeling a lazy, but innocent gesture of his hand resting on your leg—Your eyes widen, this was new, weird, and… something else.

“A-Adoption… Adoption day,” You muttered, feeling the sudden confidence lessen as your face felt extremely hot… Tail instinctively reaching over to hide your bashful expression. The sight had Yoongi confused for a split second, only to scramble up in a sitting position when realizing what was said.

“Oh shit! What time is it—”

“Yah Yoongi, we just let ourselves in. Are you almost ready to—” A new presence broke into the room, attention turning to see Seokjin standing at the entrance of the bedroom door… Water spilling from his mouth like a waterfall—From his perspective, it might’ve appeared like Yoongi, and you were in a compromising potion from how his hand was lazily draped on your leg and unconsciously slidin’ to your thigh during the movement. The fluffy covers being the one to cover the true aspect of the position you both were closed-in.

It sure didn’t help the fact that your face was red as a freshly-bloomed rose, or how Yoongi’s hair was a bed-mess.

“Sorry!!”

Embarrassment filled within, gaping in pure horror while Yoongi was still half-asleep to fully comprehend what was going on that had Seokjin slamming the bedroom door. Although an idea slowly started forming once argument was heard outside, the doorknob rattling as if they were fighting to open it or not.

“I just want to see Y/N—” Jungkook whined, the other hybrid boys whimpering in response… The bunny hybrid, surprisingly, being stronger than all seven of them combined as he practically burst through the room. Each hybrid tripping over one another as they fell to the ground, Namjoon hesitantly peeking inside as well only to instantly turn to leave with a nope seeing your position. “Ugh, Y/N are you—Sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry!!”

“Listen, it’s not what you perverts think!” Yoongi shouted, lightbulb finally going off on what everyone seemed embarrassed about. Jimin snickering, a sly smirk gracing his handsome features while Taehyung looked in clueless confusion… Hoseok didn’t waste time to run out with apologies fallin’ like a marathon. Though Jungkook stared with mixed emotions from confusion, embarrassment, to apologetic and finally devious.

“Hyung! How dare you take advantage of our Y/N like this? Shame on you,” Jungkook spat, grinning when Jimin burst out laughin’ as the fox slapped his back in a fit. The bunny hybrid tutting, jumping to his feet and rushing to lift you off the bed, dashing out as he went to tell the others. Yoongi complaining to himself how wrong they were, huffing as he slumped against his dashboard.

“You know Yoongi, if you wanted to play,” Jimin teased, showing off his canines… Crawling on the bed in a sinful manner as he tilted Yoongi’s head up by the chin with an evil glint. Red-fox tail swaying around them in a captivating way for a predator about to attack their prey. “We’ve always have operation… I’ll be the doctor.”

“Shut up,” Yoongi rolled his eyes, shoving Jimin off the bed as the fox landed with a thump. Jimin’s laugh echoing throughout the silent room causing Taehyung to giggle at his contagious personality, despite not knowing what was going on still. “Get out so I can get dressed.”

“Don’t get shy now. We’ve all seen you—”

“Jimin, I swear to fuckin’ god!!”

A transformed tiger and fox practically threw themselves out the room, barreling into each other as objects flew out in the hall—Yips, yelps, growls, and howls being heard all around as the ones in the living flinched knowing Yoongi got to them.

You were actually here; You couldn’t believe it… Eyes widening in delight seeing the hybrid shelter sign. Namjoon and Yoongi chuckled at your excitement, fixing your jacket and bucket hat to make the other hybrids inside more comfortable—Jungkook, Taehyung, Jimin, and Hoseok bundled up already, gaining the stamp of approval from Seokjin that the four were good to head inside.

“Alright, alright. I’m good!” You insisted, smiling and jumping out of their grasp in a sprint, catching up with the rest of the boys—However, it turned out to be a huge mistake going forward.

Staggering back, you winced, letting out a caterwaul from all the different exotic scents that hit your nose in full force. A hand slapping over your face… God, it felt like you wanted to vomit at the intensity. Pathetic whimpers escaped, tears forming as everything became a blurry mess—How did all the pack of hybrids handle this here?!

A gentle hand touched your lower back, the action making you flinch and tense.

“Shh… It’s okay,” Yoongi—His voice immediately cutting through the fog, an arm draping over your shoulder that brought you closer. The music producer not caring about the tickle against his chin that your ears were doing, waiting patiently for you to calm down before making sudden movements. Your nose twitching, inhaling Yoongi’s familiar cologne and vanilla scent. “What happened? You were just excited two seconds ago kitten.”

“Shut up,” You muttered, a shaky laugh bubbling out at the teasing tone—Yoongi had known exactly what happened… He’s experienced it multiple times with Jungkook. But rather than discussing it, Yoongi did what was a normal occurrence to show he cared and formed the situation into a joking manner. Wishing to ease your discomfort, he took off his black mask and adjusted it on yourself.

The filtered-cloth didn’t get rid of the smells completely but dimmed it enough were it was tolerable, helping your overwhelmed state. Namjoon—with such a gentleness—instructing for you to take a couple of deep breaths.

Wild green eyes, that were glowin’ slightly, snapped open to see Jungkook in a similar situation. The tall-bunny practically buried in Hoseok’s hair, cotton tail rustling among his oversized t-shit with the sound of feet thumping against the floor—Hoseok’s scent being the only one strong enough to keep Jungkook sane… Everyone else, except you, had a too strong of cologne, pheromones, or just had a flowery scent that he hated.

Yoongi led you toward the front desk, where no one was in sight, and rang the bell. Your tail flickering in an anxious manner as a woman (Finally) came out from the back with a clipboard.

“Good morning! How can I help you?” She smiled, nearly stunned to see about eight of you waiting in the lobby—Her eyes widening at Jungkook’s trembling form… Instinctively rummaging through the drawers and handing Seokjin a brand-new facial mask for the bunny. Something that was always kept handy in case hybrids were sensitive to smells.

The sight had you awing—You could practically feel a “mother’s caring nature” vibe from this woman.

“We’re here to see Sujin… We have a meeting with him,” Yoongi explained, the lady humming in understanding, not minding the near cold exterior he was unconsciously giving. Her fingers going straight to work, the computer granting access to the much-needed information.

“Ah yes, here we are! For Mr. and Mrs. Min…” She trailed; snickers being heard in the background that caused Yoongi to turn with a glare—The guys straightened as they tried to act casual, shaking shoulders giving them away, along with their mischievous smiles twitchin’ to break out. “Sujin will be with you all soon! He’s currently finishing up with a couple that came in earlier… Lovely people, so sad what happened to them.”

Frowning, everyone cocked their heads to the side at the extra comment—Curiosity filling them on what had happened. Although before the guys could question it, a door opened, your ears perking underneath the hat… You recognized that scent, yes, he was at the hospital!

“Ah. Yoongi, Namjoon, and Seokjin! It’s good to see you three again, along with your hybrids,” Sujin greeted, smiling warmly with a shake of their hands. Although, you’ve noticed the man taking one glance at you in suspicion before gesturing everyone to follow—Yet one step in his office had you wincing, Yoongi staring at you in concern before hesitantly giving Sujin his attention.

There was a certain smell in the air… Something that had you wanting to hide, but it was mixed with other scents that you couldn’t recognize it—Maybe you were just overthinking, after all, there are a ton of predator hybrids here.

A windshield laugh had you snapping back to reality, finding Seokjin red in the face from whatever Sujin said. They were making small talk… The sight had you scrunching up your nose—Either a dumb or brilliant idea came to mind, gently tugging for Yoongi’s attention as you excused yourself for the “bathroom”.

Taking a deep breath, you quietly got up as the guys continued and left through a door that wasn’t entered before. Eyes widening seeing the long hallway that had multiple doors, but with a wider one at the end.

Something inside wanted you to explore, but another was whispering how this wasn’t a good idea and to go sit back in the safety length of the guys—You can guess what side won, your feline instincts forcing you to walk toward the door… It helped that the closer you got, the more hybrid scents seem to fade.

You don’t know what you expected, but it sure wasn’t to find hybrids on either side of glass panels—Hamsters, bunnies, sugar gliders, and so on… All going about in a playful manner, some hanging out inside or running back and forth through the open doors that lead outside.

Despite them in the Rodentia and Leporids family, you stiffened when all their attention was directed at you with calculating eyes—They knew what kind of hybrid you were, but something about how tense you were didn’t seem to scare them. Most felines walked like the world was their kingdom, but you appeared as if you’ve barely belonged on the runway. It was an odd sight for them to say the least.

Coughing, you straightened up and headed to the next room—The Felidae family…

“Well aren’t you cute,” A voice broke the silent walk, grabbing your attention to see a cougar hybrid. A grin upon her face and tail swishing in nothing but mischief… She was older than you and came off like a big sister than anything. “Are you lost?”

“No. I’m waiting for my…” You hesitantly trailed, flickin’ your collar as the hybrid seemed to understand with a nod. Not at all resentful that you had someone to leave with. In fact, the feline seemed to relax in almost a relief that you weren’t wandering around by yourself—That’s where it started, not being long until the cougar had you laughing, giving stories on the multiple pranks she pulled until Yoongi came for you.

“Darlin’ look! A lost little kitty-cat.”

Your whole body turned to stone, eyes widening as you stopped breathing for a moment. The cougar hybrid sensed your distress and change of mood… Eyes narrowing and growlin’ behind you—No… Please no… Please.

…” I’m sorry if you don’t mind us asking. That lady earlier had mentioned you were with a couple earlier—What happened to them?” Namjoon questioned, calming the boys down as Sujin eyes sadden. The shelter owner giving a tight smile as he looked anywhere but at them.

“Oh them… It hurts thinking about it, but about a year ago, this lovely couple actually lost their hybrid—Apparently there was an incident in their neighborhood and hybrid poachers broke into their home. The couple fought tooth and nail to protect their little one but… God, it’s awful evening thinking about it. The two barely were able to step in here, unsure if they were even ready to reminisce and care for another hybrid,” Sujin muttered, shaking his head to rid of the horrid images that currently ran through his mind. The story had Taehyung, Hoseok, Jungkook, and Jimin shaking, while the other three guys stared with a solemn expression. “…I pray that Y/N is at least resting in peace.”

Yoongi’s head snapped up, jumping out of his chair as it fell to the ground from the sheer force—Sujin’s eyes widening seeing an odd look upon his face… On everyone’s faces.

“What was their hybrid’s name again?”

Everything felt like slow motion for you, scrambling and slipping across the hallway floor as hybrids noticed your fearful state—Their calls as they all banged on the glass panel were mute to your ears, the pounding of your heart being the only music that was actually heard.

You’ve barged into the last door, coming face-to-face with multiple canines that jumped to their feet at your sudden entrance. Their curious eyes watching you twist around, shrugging off as much layers you could to free your tail and ears. It felt like you couldn’t breathe!

“Here kitty-kitty~ We’ve been so worried about you…”

…” Hurry the hell up!!” Yoongi shouted; fist clenched in pure white as Sujin frantically pulled up a file on his computer as the four hybrids glared at him with a predatory glint.

“I can’t control the speed of the internet!!” Sujin snapped, slamming the monitor in stupid hopes that it would speed up the loading process as it tried retrieving the information that was filled out for the last client as they did a background search. Eyes darting away from the computer screen in sheer worry hearing faint barking, roars, and growls in the background—Every hybrid starting a sudden ruckus.

“That’s it! I’m heading—”

“There!! It’s done—It says that Mr. and Mrs. Hyun owned a feline hybrid (black) that went missing around a year ago on a rainy day. Her name was…”

“Y/N! How we missed you… Now, why don’t you be a good little thing and come home—Oh? What’s this…?” A sickeningly chuckle rang throughout the room, your back against the glass as you sat on the ground in pure terror. Wild eyes staring up at the couple that was a mere inch away (Collar reflecting in the light), banging heard all around as each hybrid tried to break through to defend you. “A collar? You’ve got to be kiddin’.”

“Don’t worry, I know the perfect remedy that will take care of that,” The man sneered, body shaking as you saw the woman open her purse—Your face paled… She was holding a noose like a leash, hand instinctively reaching for your throat in a protective manner.

Then… You screamed, a bloody curdling scream that had the hybrid’s eyes turning into slits as they all transformed—Animal instincts running through their veins and throwing their bodies against the barrier between them, glass starting to slowly crack.

You’ve kicked, clawed, and reached for something to sink your teeth in as you fought to at least transform—It’ll help in multiple ways to bend for an escape… You were, in fact, faster on all fours.

“Nope! We can’t have that now, can we,” A giggle sounded, stepping on your wrist as her heels dug into your skin that had you hissing, already recognizing the signs of what was planned. Your eyes squeezing shut, teeth grinding together in hopes that this was a horrible nightmare.

“Y-You’re not real… You’re not—”

“Oh… Sorry to disappoint, but we are very much real,” They both said in sync, your breath hitching as one of their nasty fingers unclipped your collar to throw across the room—The familiar texture of rope touching your skin replacing the empty space. Although before they had the chance to tighten it like you knew they would… A screech and hiss was heard, their presence disappearing that had you snapping your eyes open.

“Do. Not. Fuckin’. Touch. Her,” Yoongi growled, shoving your old abuser against the wall with a tight grasp upon his shirt—Hoseok, Jimin and Taehyung transformed, all three corning the fearful woman as they showed off their sharp canines while Jungkook simply cracked his knuckles.

Sujin ran off to call security while Namjoon and Seokjin rushed to your aid… Only to back up when you screamed and flinched at their touch as if they just burnt your delicate skin.

Trauma is personal… It does not just disappear.

It’s forever engraved into the depths of your soul.

But…

Yoongi shoved the bastered into the open arms of security, glaring until the two were out of sight until whimpers and screams finally reached his ears. Turning around as Yoongi softened seeing the state you were in, curled up on the floor with the noose still around your neck.

When someone hears the screams.

Entering the pain of torture with a delicate hand…

Can the healing begin.

“Kitten…?” Yoongi whispered unsurely, crouching right next to your form as the crying stopped… Body freezing in place. Your eyes snapped up and through the blurriness you could see the familiar colors of him. The sight had you tearing up once more when Yoongi, with a softness, removed the rope around you—

“Yoongi!! I-I was…” You hiccupped, throwing yourself into his awaiting arms with a soft. Yoongi combing his fingers through your hair, whispering comforting words and humming, placing a gentle kiss among your temples.

And that’s… That is when you can truly be free from the dark past that haunts you.

“I know… I know. It’s okay,” Yoongi hushed, rockin’ you back and forth.

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Welcome to the fifteenth chapter of Changing One's Tune! It's been a while... So I decided to add a little angst to the mix. The past resurfaces, but sometimes you need to face it to properly heal.

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Helsinki Ch 9: The flowers he gave.

Helsinki syndrome is a term sometimes used incorrectly in place of Stockholm syndrome. It’s use in literature is often ironic and deliberate and literally means when a captive refuses to cooperate with their captor.

Summary: A war of wits does have some rules too. But if one party refuses to acknowledge the sacred rule of leaving family out of it, the other must retaliate stronger to quell any such advances for the future… Or at least that’s what Min Yoongi told himself when he abducted Kim Namjoon’s younger sister. That was before he realized that this elaborate game of chess didn’t have just two players and before he had promised Namjoon he’d keep her safe, But also before he realized that one month was enough to leave his whole life in chaos.

Genre: MAFIA AU, slight yandere themes, smut, a happy sprinkling of fluff/comfort, and a truckload of ANGST.

WARNINGS: None ⊙.☉

A/N: It's here! My pretty, precious, favorite chapter. Be nice to her y'all.

Pairing: Main pairing: Mafia!MIN YOONGI X READER

Others include: Collegeboyfriend!Hosoek x reader + Mafia!Taehyung x reader + Kidnapper!Seokjin x reader.

Word count: 2.6k words

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“I asked her in passing once if there was some hobby she’d like to resume, but she just shrugged and said she didn’t have many hobbies in the first place.” Mrs. Fen stood in front of Yoongi, who was sitting cross-legged on his bed. They both looked a little agitated.

“Then are you sure she said she was bored?” Yoongi sounded a little annoyed.

“Positive.” Mrs. Fen nodded.

“God…” Yoongi ran a hand through his already distressed hair. “Ok, thank you for telling me. I’ll figure something out.”

Mrs. Fen smiled. “So, is there something you’d like to have for dinner?”

Yoongi considered it for a minute. “Let’s just order pizza yeah? Taehyungie would like that. Run it by Y/n first.” he hastily added, suddenly remembering that he had no idea what your food preferences were.

Mrs. Fen nodded and made to leave the room, but she stopped and turned back, “How long is Ms. Kim going to be staying here?”

Yoongi frowned. “Why do you ask?”

“She seems to be good for you.” Mrs. Fen smiled, bowing her head as she swiftly left, leaving Yoongi to think about what she had just said.

The next morning, as you made your way downstairs, hair still damp from your morning shower, you saw a singular baby blue hydrangea flower sitting on the ornamental table in the main entryway.

A piece of paper stuck out from under it, and it piqued your curiosity. You approached it, curious but still cautious. After all, this wasn’t something that was yours.

“Dear y/n,” the note read, from the top corner that peeked out.

Oh, was it for you? You frowned and lifted the flower, taking the note.

“Dear y/n, Mrs. Fen mentioned that you get bored here easily. I thought it’d be a good idea to play a little game then. Every morning, I’ll leave you a flower right where you found this one. And every evening I’ll ask you something important you learnt about it that day. You have full access to the internet on my computer in the study. Use this freedom wisely because one wrong move and it will easily be snatched away. Be good and I’ll be better to you.

I hope you understand the rules well,

Y.”

You reread the note. What was this new shitshow? But you had to admit, it excited you a little. Like a little spark of adventure in your otherwise mundane life in these four walls.

You liked flowers. Though you weren’t very good at identifying them, you held them in fondness, and often took walks to admire the new flowers in spring. It was definitely a coincidence, but it was a fun coincidence that the game Yoongi had decided to occupy you with was something you felt you would actually enjoy.

You sat down for breakfast with a small smile on your lips that morning, something that Yoongi was quick to observe, and something that (he’d never admit) made him much happier than it should.

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You hadn’t needed to do much research for hydrangeas, since you vividly remembered planting them in your own backyard. As you sat on the stool in the kitchen, thinking about what to tell Yoongi about it, as Mrs. Fen bustled about, humming a sweet tune, you couldn’t help but realize that the memories you were sifting through, didn’t hurt half as bad as you thought you would. You remembered that day fondly, rather than miserably. You reassured yourself that this muted reaction to thinking about your family was because earlier you hadn’t known if you would ever return to them. But now, you knew you would. No matter how Hellish this month would be, you’d go back to them.

You trusted Yoongi about that.

So when you awkwardly knocked on the door next to yours, and Yoongi opened up with a soft expression and wearing an oversized black tshirt rather than his usual tailored dress shirts, you found it easier to tell him, “Hydrangea flowers are probably the most common house shrubs. Um… I grew them in my backyard. My appa told me that they change color depending on the soil’s acidity. The blue one you left me, was probably grown in alkaline soil.”

Yoongi had listened quietly, mesmerized by the sweet sound of your voice, that for once didn’t hold any malice for him. He looked intently at your eyes that were turned down towards the rug, not looking at him.

He nodded, though you couldn’t see it.

“Would you like to come in?” he asked gently.

“No thank you.” you replied, without missing a beat, and turned around to leave, still not looking back at him.

Yoongi stood in his open door, till yours closed behind you. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, smiled slightly and decided he needed a drink.

A dainty little white flower sat on the table the next morning, with delicate overlapping petals and a densely packed center. It looked familiar to you, but you didn’t know its name. Maybe you’d have to use those computer privileges today. You picked it up, caressing the feather soft petals and sniffed. It didn’t have a strong scent, either. That made you curious.

Scabiosa, the pincushion flower, Google told you.

Hundreds of thousands of pictures of the flower in many different colors and hundreds of articles about it greeted you. And then you stumbled upon pinterest boards where it was used in many flower arrangements, and before realizing it, you spent hours, scrolling through the beautiful pictures and reading random tidbits here and there.

Downstairs in the living room, Yoongi who was keeping Taehyung company as he played some game on the playstation, was looking at what you were doing, since he had turned on screen mirroring for his computer on his phone. He was pleased at how you were actually taking interest in the task he had set you, but more than that, he was pleased that not once in the hour and a half that you spent on the computer, had you wandered anywhere else.

“African tribes use scabiosa to treat coughs, fever and skin problems.” You stood at the same spot as yesterday, still not looking at Yoongi as you stated the fact for today. He hummed to indicate he had heard.

“Would you like to come in?”

“No, thank you.”

And you were gone.

“Y/n! Good morning!” Taehyung greeted you in the hallway the next day.

“Oh… hi Good morning!” you smiled.

“Look!” he pointed to the gorgeous coral colored flower waiting for you.

“Isn’t that a peony?” you felt glad that you recognized this one.

“Yeah, it is. I like the color.” Taehyung said.

Nodding, you approached the majestic flower and picked it up. It really was beautiful, the sharp, coral color was very easy on the eyes and the delicacy of the petals felt offset to how vivid the color was. You really liked this one, and Yoongi, who had just made his way downstairs, could see as much from the sweet smile that graced your face.

That night, no one opened the bedroom door when you knocked on it. You shuffled your feet for a minute of two, waiting patiently. Then you knocked again. Still no answer. But you really wanted to talk to him. Because you had not one, but three interesting facts to tell Yoongi. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the way he’d silently listen to you with a kind expression and then nod, as if this was a quiz and you had got an answer right.

So, you made your way downstairs.

“Min?” you called out.

“Yeah?” you heard from somewhere deeper in the house. You followed the sound to one of the game rooms, where Yoongi sat at the bar, a glass of whiskey in front of him.

“Hey.” you greeted him.

“Hi, come sit.” he indicated to the stool next to you. He looked great, all things considered. He wore a checkered black button down shirt and crisp gray trousers, his dark hair, that was usually unstyled, was parted to the side, and had an effortlessly untidy, very attractive look to it.

You took the seat next to him. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“No, thank you.”

“Well, I’m thinking you were looking for me to tell me something?”

“Yeah, it was about the flower you left for me…” you began unsure.

“Mhm?”

“So, it was a peony.”

He nodded, amused at your awkwardness.

“So, when I first took it to the kitchen, ahjumma told me that it was very valuable in chinese medicine, especially the root part. And she also told me that the peony plant lasts for so long, she said she’d seen 100 year old plants, still bearing flowers.”

Yoongi snuck a glance your way, and was struck dumb at the way your eyes shone as you looked at him. He was speechless momentarily, and was glad that he hadn’t seen this cute, animated look on you before, because he was sure he would’ve dragged you to bed then and there, especially because he’d been in his bedroom those previous times.

It took all his willpower to nod.

“Also…” you stopped abruptly, unsure whether all this information dumping was welcome. But Yoongi looked at you, genuinely curious. “Also, I read on the internet that it was named after one of the students of the Greek God of medicine. Zeus turned the student named Paeon, into a peony flower to save him from his teacher’s wrath.”

Yoongi smiled at that. “Do you enjoy greek mythology?”

“It intrigues me. But I’ve never done too much research on it.” you answered truthfully, still replaying that goddamned smile he had just flashed. It might have been the most endearing thing you’d ever seen.

Yoongi hummed, falling silent. He twirled the whiskey in his glass, wondering what to say next.

“Um, I guess I’ll go now.” you said, slipping off the stool.

“Sure.” he answered, still looking at the glass.

“Goodnight.” you mumbled.

“Goodnight y/n.” he said softly, to himself.

A bright blue flower greeted you the next morning. But there was also a note sticking out from under it. You picked up the flower, focusing more on the note.

Dear y/n,

I have important business to attend to. I’ll be gone for the rest of the week. Enjoy whatever joy my absence seems to bring you. Your flowers will find a way to you every morning still. I hope you find as much joy in them as you can given the circumstances. Remember the rules, and take care.

You didn’t know what to feel. Yoongi would be gone for a good four days. Shouldn’t you be happy about that. You should. Then why weren’t you? Why didn’t you spare another glance at the beautiful flower in your hands, with it’s leaflike petals. And why did the dining table feel terribly empty when you sat down for breakfast?

“Ms Kim!” Mrs. Fen shouted from inside the house.

You, who were sitting peacefully outside in the garden,enjoying the fading light of the evening and stroking the bright blue petals of your flower, that you had found out was called a siberian iris, perked up. “Yes?” you called back.

“You have a call!”

What?

But you were up in a flash, almost sprinting inside to where Mrs. Fen stood holding the handheld landline extension. “Who is it?” you asked, suddenly unsure. But the lady just smiled and handed you the phone.

“Hello?” you said.

“Hi.” the low, monotone voice you thought you wouldn’t be hearing for many days now, greeted you. And suddenly your heart thrummed faster and a soft blush settled on your cheeks,

“Hi, Min.” he could hear the smile in your voice, and that made a strange fluttering occur in his chest. Was he going to be sick?

“Did you do your homework?” he asked.

“I… well, I wasn’t expecting you to call.” you said, truthfully. But you had, infact researched the flower, given the fact that you found yourself bored with nothing to do in the afternoon and also because the flower itself was so pretty and unique, that you needed to know what it was.

“Is that a no?” Yoongi sounded almost playful.

“No. I did read a couple of things.”

“Is there anything interesting I should know then?” he prodded further.

You rolled your eyes. “Well, it was an iris flower. A blue one. Blue irises represent faith. Is there something I need to know about the symbolism?” you teased.

“No.” Yoongi said simply, and absolutely untruthfully. Infact, every flower he had given you, had had some symbolism to it, and it was kind of annoying that you hadn’t caught on earlier. But he was glad you finally had figured it out. “Is there anything else?”

Your heart dropped a little. You thought the conversation had been going quite well, especially because you didn’t have to look at his piercing eyes as you spoke. This was better somehow. But, apparently Yoongi didn't share the sentiment, if his uninterested tone was anything to go by.

“No,” you sounded slightly wounded, “like I said, I wasn’t expecting you to call.”

Yoongi caught the hurt undertone in your voice, but wasn’t able to say anything about it because you were already mumbling a “Goodnight, Min.” and the line cut.

The remainder of the week went quite the same way. You’d be greeted by a beautiful flower every morning, you’d have breakfast, then help Mrs. Fen clean up, then you’d spend some time joking around with Taehyung, who you were really starting to like again, after the brief period of distrust you had for him, after he had told Yoongi of your panic attack at the mall, and then you’d spend some time researching whatever flower you had for the day. After lunch, you’d stroll in the garden, your favorite part of the house until the sun began to wane in the sky, and then Yoongi would call.

It was strange, but you found yourself thinking about him alot during your garden strolls. There wasn’t much to think about, given you had interacted not more than a handful of times, and majority of those encounters had been petrifying. But, you still found your heart craving his company and your ears yearning to hear his calm voice, So when Mrs. Fen would call out for you, you always ran inside, before you caught your breath and greeted him all disinterested, as if this was the most dreaded part of your day, when in truth you waited the whole day for him to call.

“Taehyung’s flying out tonight to handle things here, since his break is over. I can fly back if you’d like me to?” Yoongi said after you had told him all about the flower he had left you that morning, which happened to be a tulip.

“I’d like that.” you answered, a little meekly.

Yoongi’s heart swelled. You wanted him to come back. Did that mean you missed him half as much as he had missed your annoying self these past four days? Yoongi never had anything to go back to. And so, he had often found himself at one of the many houses he owned whenever he was free for a few days. But he never felt attached to any one of them. He simply stayed there because they were shelters for him, impenetrable and daunting. Yet, somehow Taehyung’s Shanghai mansion had started feeling like a happy respite that he’d love to fly out to again.

All thanks to you.

“Gotcha.” he said.

“I gotta go, Taehyung wanted to play a round of league with me before he finished packing.” you excused yourself, suddenly feeling a little shy to continue talking to Yoongi, especially because the conversation had gone on much, much longer than it usually did.

“Sure. I’ll see you soon.” he conceded.

“Goodnight, Min.”

“Goodnight, y/n.”

You didn’t sleep much that night.

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