Safe And Sound |Chapter Two|

Safe and Sound |Chapter Two|

Pairing: Hybrid!Ot7 x F!Reader

Chapter warnings: None :)

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

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

Word count: 2.2k

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

A/n: Second chapter! I hope you guys enjoy!

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The doctor looked over Jimin, most scratches weren’t too bad, only one or two which only had a mere bandaid put over. You bid your goodbye to Jimin once you were sure he’d be alright, heading back to Jin’s room.

You knocked, hearing some shuffling inside before the door opened to reveal a sleepy looking Seokjin. “Hi, I’m sorry I left so suddenly, we had a situation with a hybrid, but I could show you around now if you’d like? If not I’ll let you get back to your rest.” You say, smiling softly making him return your smile. “We could do it now, I was only getting a Power Nap.” He says as he opens the door a bit more, inviting you in with a gesture of his hand. “What happened with the hybrid? Are they okay?” He asks, brows furrowed as he looks at you. “Yeah, he seems fine..he had an interaction with hybrid control though.” You say, making Seokjin frown. “God why do they exist.” He says under his breath, yet you catch it. “Right! You guys are human too, I mean sure you can shape shift into animals and you have animal DNA but damn.”

You rant, missing Seokjin’s fond smile as he watches you go on about how much you’d wished HC wasn’t a thing. He’d never met a human like you, nor did he think he would again.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have ranted to you like that.” You apologize when you realize what you had just done, bowing slightly making Seokjin laugh. “It’s fine. I’m glad you feel comfortable enough with me to rant. Makes me feel like some people don’t just see me as my animal side.” He says making you smile. “Ready?” You ask making him nod before following you out of the room.

You first bring him to the cafeteria, showing him where he’ll eat every meal unless he prefers it somewhere else.

The last place you showed him was the adoption area, you never liked it, but hybrids were seen as pets and couldn’t live on their own. You could see sadness in his features, knowing one day he’d have to be in this very room. “Well..I’ve showed you everything there is to see here, dinner starts in about an hour so till then you can do whatever you’d like.” You say, smiling softly at Seokjin making him return the smile.You part ways from each other, Seokjin going back to his room while you head for Jimin’s room.

You knocked lightly on the door, hearing shuffling from the inside before the door cracked slightly, Jimin looking through the crack in the door. “Hi.” You smile making him exhale in relief, “hi.” He returns, opening the door wider before going back to his bed. “Dinner’s in about an hour, where do you want to eat?” You ask making him stop and look at you, you can see nervousness in his eyes before he responds. “I uh..I don’t know.” He says, sitting down on his bed still looking at you. “I could bring it to your room?” You say making him nod, letting out a small sigh before smiling. “Thank you.” He says, you nodding before turning around to exit the room.

“Y-Y/n..?” He tentatively calls out making you stop and turn around. “What’s going to happen while I’m here..?” He asks, fiddling with his hands making you sigh. “It’s your choice, if you find it fitting you can go back out into the world, if not you’ll have to be adopted.” You say making Jimin frown before looking down. “What if I don’t want either..?” He asks, voice barely above a whisper. You sigh before you close the door, making your way to him. You crouch down in front of him, noticing a few tears well up into his eyes. “Can I ask why?” You say, noticing the uncertainty in his features. “Well for one, I don’t want to mess with hybrid control again, two, my last owners weren’t the best. The only one who ever loved me got rid of me because she couldn’t afford me.” He says, a few stray tears making their way down his cheeks. “Maybe you’ll find someone? I wish we could keep hybrids here, but we can’t. We need the rooms so we can keep helping others.” You say, sympathy noticeable in your voice.

Jimin nods before looking up at you, small but feigned smile on his face, “I understand.” He says before looking away. Before you can properly think about it, you lean up and pull him into your embrace. You feel him tense up beneath you, gently rubbing your hand up and down his back as you rest your chin on his head. He slowly wraps his arms around your middle, pulling himself closer to you and basking in your warmth.

You slowly part from him, Jimin reluctantly letting go, holding back a whine as you look at him. “You’ll be okay, I promise.” You say, smiling softly making him smile back. “Alright, it’s about time to eat, do you want to go ahead of time and grab it, or wait for me to get it for you?” You ask, making him think. “Could we grab it before? So I can see what’s there?” He asks making you nod, standing up fully and offering him your hand. He takes it into his, grasping on semi-tightly before standing up, following you out of the room.

You lead him toward the cafeteria, poking your head through a door making sure there weren’t too many people. When you only saw the chefs, you opened the door fully, walking in with Jimin.You felt him maneuver so he could stand behind you, clutching your hand tighter at the sight of people. You glance behind you at him, smiling softly at an attempt to reassure him before continuing toward the counter.

“Hi Y/n! What can we do for ya?” One of the chefs, Haneul asks. “Could I get some food? We got a new resident and he doesn’t seem too fond of a room filled with people.” You say, smiling softly making him smile back. “What’s his name?” He asks, moving to try and get a peek at Jimin. “Are you alright with him knowing your name?” You ask, turning to look at Jimin. He looks up at you, reluctantly peeking around your body and catching Haneul’s eyes. “J-Jimin.” Jimin says, moving around your body a bit to get a better glimpse of Haneul. “I’m Haneul, what would you like to have?” Haneul asks, smiling softly as Jimin thinks. “C-could I have Kimchi Jjigae?” He asks, moving to stand next to you, still grasping your hand tightly. Haneul’s eyes flick to your interlocked hands, and Jimin swore he saw a flicker of jealously in Haneuls eyes, yet he pushes it down when the man nods.

Haneul turns around, telling another cook what Jimin wants. Jimin then turns to you, gently pulling your hand making you look at him. He looks over at a table and tugs again, silently asking to go over there, you follow and head over there.

“Do they usually do whatever you ask for?” Jimin asks making you nod before shaking your head. “Kind of, they will do it if requested or for newer residents but besides that they appreciate if they don’t have to make a different dish.” You say, noticing how a wave of gilt wafts across Jimin’s features for a moment. “Hey no, they don’t mind, it’s oka-” you get interrupted when a familiar voice calls your name. “Y/n! Hi.” Seokjin says as he walks over to your table, you notice how Jimin tensed up slightly as the sight of the other hybrid. “Hey Seokjin.” You say softly as the man sits down, smiling at you.

Jimin feels a pang of jealousy, no it’s not jealousy, no way. He barely knows you, why would he admit he’s jealous of another hybrid you’re helping? No! I’m not jealous! He’s taken out of his thoughts by your soft voice calling him. “Jimin, this is Seokjin. He’s another new hybrid here.” You say, smiling softly at both men.

Jin then directs his attention to Jimin, smiling as he reaches out his hand for a handshake. Jimin reluctantly takes it, firmly shaking the other man’s hand before letting go.

Jimin watches as you fall into conversation with the other man, asking how his stay here is. He fiddles with his fingers under the table, lost in his thoughts until you suddenly got up, bidding goodbye to the man and offering Jimin your hand he hadn’t realized he’d let go of.

“Well, I’ll see you around. Let me know if you need anything, bye Seokjin.” You say, waving before looking at Jimin. “Come on, your food is done.” You say, keeping your hand extended in case he wants to take it.

Jimin reaches out and grabs it, getting off the chair and following you to the counter. He picks up the bowl, letting go of your hand to carefully handle it as you both make your way out of the cafeteria.

You both walk back to his room, you opening the door for him since his hands are full, yet as you’re about to leave he calls you.

“Wait Y/n..” he says softly making you turn around, confusedly staring at him but smiling nonetheless. “I—are you going to be like my caretaker?” He asks, staring at you, unreadable expression as he nervously waits for your answer. “If you want me to be, but I’m mostly just one of the workers here to help you.” You say, smiling softly as his question. “But what if I don’t want another worker? You’re the only nice person I’ve encountered so far.” He says as he shyly looks down, unsure how you’ll take it, missing your wide smile. “Thank you.” You say before turning around again, heading for the door.

Just as you reach it, you turn around to look at Jimin, already seeing his gaze on you. “Get some rest, okay? The doctor is going to come and check on your wounds at about 9-ish.” You say, Jimin nodding before looking away. “What’s up? You got a look on your face.” You ask making him look back slightly. “Could you maybe stay in the room with me again.? I don’t really trust people much..” he whispers, barely audible yet you catch it. “Yeah of course. I’ll try and be here before him, okay? Now get some rest.” You say before walking out of the room and closing the door behind you.

You walk down the hall toward the employee lounge to grab your stuff before heading home. As you enter the lounge you see your friend Souyun.

“Souyun! Hi!” You say as you enter, waving at her enthusiastically before walking toward your locker. “Hey Y/n! How are you?” She asks as she walks with you. “I’ve been good, we got a new hybrid, he seems scared of people. I’m surprised he trusted me so fast but I’m glad. If you could check up on him I’d greatly appreciate it.” You say, opening the locker and grabbing your jacket and purse, turning to face your friend with a smile. “He’s in room 63. Tell him I sent you to him.” You say, hoping he’ll trust her at least in the slightest.

You bid your goodbyes, exiting the room and walking down the hallway toward the lobby.

As you reach the lobby, you see how empty it looks besides a girl sitting at the front desk. “Bye Y/n! Have a good night.” Sun-hee calls out, waving with a smile. “Bye Sun-hee, you too.” You reply, repeating her action before making your way to the door. The soft breeze that follows the open door makes you sigh in contentment. It’s the middle of September, the breeze is near perfect, sometimes a bit colder because of the approaching winter.

You walk the short distance to your car, unlocking it and getting in. Before starting the car, you set your things down and check your phone, not seeing anything new, you set it back down into one of the cup holders, starting the engine and roll down your windows, getting ready to go.

—

You reach your apartment building, grabbing everything before heading into the building, walking toward the stairs.

You climb the two sets of stairs it takes to get to your floor, walking to your apartment. You sigh, hanging your jacket and putting your keys in a bowl by your door, hanging up your purse after.

You head toward your kitchen, pulling out a simple microwave dinner from you freezer, not wanting to go through the hassle of making dinner at the moment. You toss it into the microwave, sitting on your counter while scrolling through TikTok.

-2 minutes later-

Beep beep!

You hop off the counter, opening the microwave and taking out your food, setting it on the counter to cool off. You lean back against your kitchen counter, letting your mind wander.

‘Why did it feel like there was something there?..Whenever I looked into their eyes it just…felt right to be with them.’

You quickly shake these thoughts down.

‘There’s no way I’m attracted to my patients.’

You get a fork and peel back the plastic, taking your food to the table and sitting down.

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A/n: Thank you for reading! This is my first fic series so I hope it’s good, I’m not sure when the next chapter will be, but I will start writing soon. I will start doing tag lists if any of the posts reach enough people, if you do like the post and want to be on a tag list, let me know and I’ll start one.

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All Shall Fear Him |Chapter One|

Pairing: Mafia!Yoongi x F!reader

Chapter warnings: kinda angsty (I think), Jin’s being sweet tho

Summary: Everyone has, and should, always feared Min Yoongi. They knew never to one, cross his path and two, make him mad. Oh if ever you made him mad, you better hope to god he’d make it easy on you. One man, however, didn’t understand the reason why this man, ‘the great Min Yoongi’ should be feared. That mistake, costs him his girlfriend, all he can do is hope it didn’t cost her life.

Genre: Angst, Mafia au, smut, eventual fluff…

W.C: 1.3k

A/n: I DID IT! Huzzah! Hope y’all like it, I don’t know how to feel abt it I’m just happy I got something out there. Jin’s honestly gonna be like momma bear or protecting older brother in this series. Gotta love it <3. Enjoy :D

Also, I recommend reading the teaser as its more like an intro to the story, of course if you don’t want to you don’t have to!

Credit to @cafekitsune for the dividers!

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You keep your eyes locked on the world passing by outside of the window, your hands interlocked on your lap to keep them from shaking as tears silently slide down your cheeks. You’ve been in the car for what feels like forever, the seconds feel like hours, the minutes like days as you nervously wait for your new life to begin.

By the time the car pulls up to a fancy, no doubt million dollar mansion, you feel reality truly set in, pursing your lips to hold in a sob.

Your door is opened, and barely a second later you’re pulled out roughly, tripping over your feet as you struggle to keep your balance.

You don’t have time to regain it before the man behind you forces you to move. “Jesus, be careful with her.” You hear someone speak, looking up to see a man coming out of the house with his brows furrowed. The man takes you from the last man’s arms, giving you a moment to get balanced on your feet again before he introduces himself.

“Hi. I’m sorry about him, my name’s Seokjin but you can call me Jin.” You nod, not trusting your voice at the moment. He offers you a smile before leading you to the doors to the giant mansion in front of you.

As soon as you enter, you feel your mouth drop open. The living room is huge, leading to a gigantic kitchen, with 2 hallways on each side and two grand staircases leading to another floor that overlooks the current floor you’re on. You know you shouldn’t be surprised, he’s a part of the mafia after all, there’s no doubt in your mind he makes easy millions, but this mansion is huge.

You don’t have much time to admire it any longer when the man, Jin, starts guiding you to one of the two staircases leading to the second floor.

You take one last look at the downstairs before Jin leads you down one of the hallways and into a room, closing the door behind the both of you. “I’m really sorry about this, the whole thing. It’ll probably be tough here for a while but even if we don’t really know each other, you can always reach out to me, yeah?” You nod, refusing to look at the man.

He sighs, putting on a small smile before leaving the room, closing and locking it behind him. You look around the room, it’s spacious, yet you still feel like you're being locked in a closet, the knowing of the door being locked gets to you more than you’re willing to admit.

Safe to say you feel trapped.

Absolutely, positively, fucking trapped.

You feel your bottom lip wobble as tears begin to cloud your vision. Falling to your knees on the floor before resting completely on the ground and curling in on yourself, muffling your sobs that seem to flow out freely.

—

You’re not sure how much time has passed, or when you finally managed to fall asleep, but when you wake up the sun is starting to set and you can hear voices moving closer and closer to the room.

You scramble to stand up, frantically searching the room for somewhere to hide, even if it won’t do much. You scramble to the closet when you can hear the voices clear as day, slowly closing the door behind you to ensure it won’t make noise.

You sit in the furthest corner of the decently big closet, making sure some clothes are shielding you from the door. You firmly press a hand over your mouth, tuning in on the conversation as best as you can.

Much to your luck, all you can hear is the mumbles of a few different voices, maybe 3.

You close your eyes when you hear the bedroom door being unlocked before the voices quiet down. “Where is she?” Yoongi speaks, sending a chill down your spine. “I locked her in here, she couldn’t have gotten out.” You hear Jin speak. “Then how the fuck is she gone?” Yoongi’s calm demeanor shakes you to the very core as tears begin to slip down your cheeks again.

“She’s probably hiding, Yoongi.” Jin says, taking you by surprise how calm and unaffected he sounds. “Then find her.” Yoongi says, then you hear multiple pairs of footsteps echo around the room.

You squeeze your eyes when you hear the closet door being opened, pressing your hand closer to your mouth to muffle a whimper that slipped past your lips. The man doesn’t seem to have noticed it, continuing to shuffle through the clothes.

You yelp when you’re pulled up, fighting against the man. “I found her!” He announces, dragging you back into the bedroom before throwing you on the floor. You whimper at the force, scrambling to sit up as your gaze shifts between the four men in the room.

“Fuck, Lee, be careful.” Jin growls, his concerned eyes resting on your figure. The man snorts, “I only take orders from Min, Kim.” Your eyes last land on Yoongi who’s sitting on the bed. He holds up his hand as he stares at the three other men present.

“You may all leave.” You suppress a shiver as you look down at Yoongi’s cold tone. You hear the footsteps of the three men move toward the door before it closes and silence envelops the space.

You scoot away when Yoongi stands up, snapping your head up, watching him with wide eyes as he moves closer. You stagger back when he takes a bigger step toward you, seemingly like he jumped, yet you don’t make it far when he leaps forward and grabs your hair, practically falling on top of you.

You yelp, fighting against him to no avail. He tugs harshly on your hair, pulling your head back for a moment and no doubt tugging out some strands making you whimper. “Fucking bitch.” He whispers under his breath, standing up and tugging you with him.

He drags you to the bed, throwing you on to it before getting on top of you. You push against him, smack him, and tug on him, to no avail.

The hold he has on your hair tightens before he lifts your head up slightly only to slam it back down on the bed harshly. “Will you just fucking stop?!” He yells making you sob, squeezing your eyes shut as you weakly push at him. He huffs before letting go of your hair, grabbing your wrists to pin them on the bed instead.

“Now, here’s how this will go, you will respect me, you will do as I say, and you will not try to escape. If you so much as even think about it, there will be consequences. Understand?” You shiver at his tone, a sob escaping your lips as you try to weakly tug your wrists out of his hold.

“I asked you a question.” You move your head to the side when he inches closer. “Answer me.” You whimper when the hold on your wrists tighten. “Y-yes..” you say weakly.

Yoongi finally lets go of your wrists but he doesn’t get off of you, you can feel the weight of his hands being pressed into the bed beside your waist. You risk taking a peak at him only to see his intense gaze still resting on you.

You whimper, pinching your eyes shut and turning your head to the side, curling in on yourself as much as you can under Yoongi. He’s silent for a few more seconds before he finally gets up.

You hear his footsteps echo around the room before you hear a door open, shut, and lock. Sealing you in the room, no doubt for the night if not longer.

You curl up fully, burying your face in your knees as you cry yourself to sleep.

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A/n: Okay to be fair, I’ve had this part done for like, a few weeks..but this chapter was supposed to be longer. I had almost 3k words on it when I hit a writers block with it (just like with sas), and like it’s been almost 2 months since I made that teaser so like I wanted to get sumn out there soon. I also have the first chapter of The mockingbirds song done so I’ll get that out there sometime soon if anyone is interested in it. Thank you for bearing with me with this one though! Love you all mwah!

Safe and sound |Chapter Seven|

Pairing: Hybrid!ot7 x f!reader

Chapter warnings: kinda angsty, Joon doesn’t have the pest past..

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

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

Word count: 3.3k

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

A/n: I finally figured out what I wanted to do with this chapter 🥳 sorry it took me so long, but it’s out now! Joonie’s here!!

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“He’ll have to keep this on for at least 3 weeks if not longer. I’ll do a check on how his arm is doing at the three week mark, and if it’s necessary we’ll keep it on longer..” You nod, rubbing Jungkook’s shoulder. “Is there anything else?” Dr. Martin asks, looking at you. “Yes, actually. I was hoping they’d be able to stay with me? I’d bring Jungkook back for appointments.” You ask, watching Dr. Martin hopefully. He smiles, giving you a small nod. “I can see the three of you are close, I wouldn’t want to get in the middle of that.” You smile widely, taking Jungkook’s hand in yours.

“I’ll let you know whenever I need him in.” You nod, bidding goodbye to Dr. Martin. As soon as the door is closed behind him, Jungkook is hugging you as tight as he can with his free arm, the other clad in a brace. “I’m so excited!” He mumbles against your shoulder, his smile noticeable in his voice. Hoseok wraps his arms around you and Jungkook, his tail wagging a mile a minute (yes ferrets can wag their tails, and it’s absolutely fucking adorable you should search it up). “You guys ready to go? We can stop and get you both some clothes on the way.” You feel Jungkook nod against your shoulder before removing himself from you, a wide smile still pulling on his lips.

Hoseok nods as well, reaching down to grasp your free hand in his, Jungkook already holding your other one. You smile at them before looking from Hoseok to the closed door. “Oh yeah, right.” He mumbles, opening the door with his free hand, leading you and Jungkook out after him. You take the lead when you get into the hallway, guiding them down the hall, to the lobby, to the parking lot, and to your car. The two start bickering on who’s going to sit in the front with you, making you shake your head. “How about the two of you just sit in the back?” You say, earning loud whines from the both of them as they stare at you.

You giggle, shaking your head before opening the back door and looking at the two of them. They both pout, Hoseok climbing into the backseat before Jungkook does. “We can cuddle when we get home, okay?” You say when you climb into the front seat, looking at the boys through the rearview mirror. They both nod, albeit reluctantly as they stare out the windows.

—

By the time you get home, the two hybrids have already done enough complaining to last you a lifetime, the two grabbing your hands as soon as you’re out of the car. You giggle, attempting to wiggle your hands free. Neither like it. Loud whines and complaints spilling from their lips as they tighten their hold, keeping your hands interlocked. “I need to unlock the door! And if one of you still gets to hold my hand then the other will complain, you little babies.” You mock, earning pouts from the two. “We’re not babies!” Jungkook whines, leaning his head on your shoulder. “If anything you're the most baby-ish baby out of the two of you, Kook.” You say.

Jungkook whines, removing his hand from yours to deliver a small punch on your shoulder. You laugh, quickly taking out your key before Jungkook can grab it again. “Hey!” He whines, mouth gaping as he follows you and Hoseok up the small steps leading to the apartment door. You shrug, “You let go. That ones on you, Kook.” You say, leading them up the two flights of stars and to your apartment, unlocking the door. You walk in, placing your key in the small dish beside your front door.

A meow catches your attention as you look up to see your furry friend waltzing down the hall toward you, Jungkook and Hoseok. He skids to a stop, his ears turning back as he eyes Hoseok and Jungkook. “Oh yeah! This is my cat! I found him in an alley yesterday.” You say, letting go of Hoseok's hand, much to the hybrid's disappointment, to pet the cat. “Uh Y/n? He-” Hoseok cuts off Jungkook. “Is very cute! We can’t wait to spend time with him!” Jungkook gives Hoseok a confused look, until the hybrid elbows him in the side.

“Ooooookay?” You say, brows furrowed as you stand up. “Well welcome home!” You say, taking off your shoes and hanging your purse up, making your way to the kitchen. “What do you two want for dinner? If you don’t want anything we can run out and get something.” You say, taking out a can of tuna for your kitty friend. You put it onto a plate before grabbing it and taking it with you to the living room.

“Kitty kitty.” You call out, setting the plate by the couch. You stand to your full height, jumping slightly when you feel an arm slide around your waist. “Do you not have a name for your cat?” Jungkook snorts, laying his head on your shoulder. “Hey! To my defense he literally just got here last night.” You mumble, laying your hands over Jungkook’s. Jungkook smiles, hugging you tighter as he starts to sway the two of you.

“Okay, dinner.” You say, patting Jungkook's hand before pulling it from you. He pouts, making you smile, ruffling his hair before walking back to the kitchen, Jungkook and Hoseok on your heels. You sit on the counter, pulling out your phone, confusing Jungkook and Hoseok. “Y/n?” Jungkook asks. You look up, fighting the urge to coo at the bunny hybrid. His head is slightly tilted to the side, one of his ears flopping to the side with his head.

You hum, gaze shifting between the two. “Dinner?” Hoseok asks, an eyebrow raised as he stares at you. You nod, gesturing around the kitchen, “Take a look through the fridge and pantry, see if there’s anything you feel like. If not, we can go out and grab something.” You say, smiling at their expressions. Hoseok nods, dragging Jungkook to the fridge to look through it.

—

The boys had decided on jajangmyeon, asking you with their best puppy eyes (not like they need it, you’d give in anyway) and smiling victoriously when you said yes. They waited in the kitchen while you cooked, at least for most of the time. Until you kicked them out for being annoying. The two left the kitchen and headed toward the living room with the biggest pouts on their faces they could muster.

“Dinner is a served.” You say, acting like a waiter from a fancy restaurant as you set the two dishes down on the coffee table. You take yours with you to sit on the couch beside the boys, digging in as soon as you sit down. The two practically scarf down the food, as if it’d been days if not longer since they’ve had a real meal. You watch with furrowed brows, setting your food on the coffee table catching their attention.

“How long has it been since the two of you ate?” You ask. Hoseok shrugs, “A while. A while for a decent meal at least. We’ve been on the streets for a while, getting by on just scraps.” He mumbles, avoiding your gaze. “How long have you been on the streets?” You ask, reaching out and pulling Hoseok into your embrace, the ferret hybrid being the one closest to you. He shrugs against you, snuggling into you, “A few months maybe? I’m not sure. I mean it’s only been a few days since we escaped our owners home. We ran away a few months ago but he found us again.” Hoseok mumbles, giving you one last squeeze before letting you go, returning to his meal.

You look at Jungkook over Hoseok's shoulder, the bunny hybrid seeming to have not heard the conversation, continuing to scarf down the food. You sigh, pushing your food toward the two hybrids. Hoseok looks up at you with furrowed brows, his mouth too full to say anything. You smile, “I’m not that hungry anymore.” You say. Hoseok stares at you for a moment longer before giving you a hesitant nod, grabbing your half empty dish and distributing it between him and Jungkook.

—

When everyone has finished eating, you put the dishes in the sink, deciding to worry about washing them later. The boys asked (begged) to cuddle, so you proposed you’d watch a movie as well as cuddle. The two agreed immediately, and as soon as you sat back down on the couch, they pounced on you. Jungkook pushed you to lay down, resting all of his weight on your body making you groan. Hoseok occupied your right side, laying a leg over yours and Jungkook’s and nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck.

You frown at the extra weight of the cat climbing on top of you, laying down with a small huff and curling into a ball. You groan, “You guys are suffocating meee.” You complain, pushing at Jungkook and Hoseok. “We said we’d watch a movie but how do I get a movie up when I can’t even reach the remote.” You say, attempting to push the boys off with no success. Hoseok leans away for a moment before he’s giving you the remote, laying back down on you as soon as you take it.

You groan, but comply, turning on the tv and searching for a movie.

—

Halfway through the movie your arm fell asleep. You would try and wiggle it every now and then only to receive a complaint from Jungkook, “Y/n you’re moving too much.” “Y/n stooop.” “Y/nnnnn I can’t focus on the movieeee.” “Just hold still.” “How come Hoseok doesn’t have to move and I do?” Safe to say your arm had to suffer for the rest of the movie.

When the movie ended, you’d practically pushed Jungkook off of you, wincing at the static that immediately shot through your arm. He pouts at you, glaring at you as he sits on the couch. Hoseok sits up, ruffling Jungkook’s hair before getting up from the couch, offering you his hand which you take gratefully.

“Sorry, Kook, but my arm is killing me.” You say with a groan, shaking out your arm. “Meanie.” Jungkook mumbles, still staring (glaring) at you. “How am I a meanie?” You ask, pouting at Jungkook. “You just are.” He says, making you laugh, ruffling Jungkook’s hair, making him whine, batting away your hand. “Shit! I forgot to take you guys to the store.” You mumble with a frown. “We can go another day, it’s fine.” Hoseok says, hugging you from behind and laying his head on your shoulder.

You pout, leaning back against Hoseok. “But I said I would-” You groan when your phone starts ringing, looking down at the table to see Mr. Dubose calling. “Hold on.” You mumble, stepping away from Hoseok and grabbing your phone.

“Hello?” You say, holding your phone against your ear as you walk into the kitchen. “Y/n? Could you please come down? We have a hybrid here and could really use your help.” You frown, “Yeah, of course, I’ll head over right now.” You say, heading out of the kitchen and straight toward the door, slipping on your shoes.

“Y/n? Where’re you going?” Jungkook asks, walking over to you. “Sorry, Koo but I have to go to work.” You say, grabbing your keys before turning to Jungkook who frowns. “I’ll be back, okay? I won’t be long.” You say with an apologetic smile, ruffling Jungkook's hair. He nods but his frown doesn’t leave his face as he looks down. You sigh, breaching the few steps between you to pull Jungkook into your arms. He goes lax in your hold, wrapping his good arm around your waist and laying his head on your shoulder.

“Don’t wan’ you to go.” He mumbles, rubbing his cheek along your shoulder, scenting you lightly. “I’m sorry, Koo, but I gotta. I’ll be back before you know it, bun.” You say, laying your head on Jungkook’s. “Gotta what?” Hoseok asks, walking up to the two of you. “Go to work. I got called in.” You say, patting Jungkook's back lightly before pulling him off of you, making him whine, chasing after you. Hoseok pouts, walking up to you and pulling both you and Jungkook into a hug making you groan, pushing at both of the hybrids.

“Guys I need to go to work.” You whine, slumping against them when your pushing does nothing. “Nuh.” Jungkook says, shaking his head against your neck. “Please? I don’t wanna get fired.” You say with a pout. Hoseok sighs, pulling himself away from you, albeit reluctantly, before moving to remove Jungkook from you. Jungkook whines, pressing himself closer to you. “Kook-ah. Let Y/n go. We can cuddle her later.” Hoseok says, pulling (prying) Jungkook off of you.

The latter whines, slumping against Hoseok as he watches you with a pout, his injured arm rendering him powerless against Hoseok. “I’ll be back before you know it, bun.” You mumble, giving the two of them a small wave as you leave.

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“Thank you for coming in..again.” Mr. Dubose says sheepishly, leading you down the halls. “It’s no trouble.” You say, struggling to keep up with Mr. Dubose’s hurried steps. “He looks bad, Y/n. He just showed up. I think someone dumped him. He’s all beaten, and has wounds that never seem to stop bleeding.” You feel your stomach lurch, pursing your lips as you stop in front of a door. “It’s not good, Y/n. I’m just warning you now.” Mr. Dubose mumbles before he pushes the door open.

You peek your head in and wince at the strong scent of blood that wafts over you, gaze immediately finding the hybrid’s in the corner. He snarls at you weakly, backing up further against the wall. Your eyebrows furrow in concern at his state, a black eye accompanying his right eye, while his left eye looks swollen, he has a large gash across about a third of his abdomen and a large bruise on his jaw, multiple small bruises and cuts littering his legs and arms.

And that’s all you can see.

You’re not sure what’s hiding under his clothes, and quite frankly, you don’t think you wanna know.

“What happened to you?” You whisper out, slowly inching into the room and shutting the door behind you. He snarls again, breathing harsh and posture rigid as he stares at you. You sigh, sitting on the floor as you watch the man, propping your elbow on your thigh and laying your head in your hand. “If you tell me what happened, we’ll be able to help you better.” You say softly, eyes zeroing in on the man’s face.

He shakes his head weakly, “I don’t need your help.” He snarls, wincing at the hoarseness of his voice. You sigh again, drumming your fingers against your chin. “Would it help to know I have two hybrids of my own?” You ask. The man’s eyes narrow at you. “I’ll take that as a no then.” You say with a small nod. “Can I at least take a look at your abdomen? That gash doesn’t look good.” You mumble, glancing down at said gash.

The man grumbles incoherent words, curling in on himself. You sigh, slumping back against the wall behind you. You grunt as you pull yourself up, opening the door and peeking your head out. “Y/n? Did you get a look at him?” Mr. Dubose asks, rushing over to you. “Not quite.” You mumble, stepping out of the room and closing the door behind you. “He’s very closed off.” You mumble, frowning as you stare at Mr. Dubose.

He sighs, running a hand over his face, “Well fuck.” He mumbles. “I can try again, there’s just no guarantee. I’m worried about what may be hidden. From what I can see, he isn’t in good shape.” You mumble, glancing behind you at the closed door. “That’s what I’m worried about too. I’m not sure if his abdominal wound is infected or not, it looks bad, his eyes should be pretty easy to treat but I’m not sure about anything else if there is more.” You nod, leaning against the door.

A crash from inside catches your attention, immediately opening (flinging) the door to see the man hunched over a fallen tray, breathing heavily. “Are you okay?” You mumble, slowly stepping in with Mr. Dubose behind you. The man whimpers, a dry, scratchy sound as he clutches his abdomen. “What happened?” You ask, now standing about 5 feet from the man.

He looks up at you, eyes lidded and face contorted in pain. You glance at his abdomen, crouching down slowly and reaching out. You pause when he growls, looking up at his face with a pleading look, “It could be infected or get infected.” You mumble. The man grunts, “Don’t care.” He grumbles, pushing himself away from you, his eyes pinching shut as he purses his lips, pressing his hand tighter to his abdomen.

“Please. You’re in pain.” You say, sitting back on your heels as you watch the man. He shakes his head, sending you a weak glare as he does so. “See if you can get Dr. Martin in here.” You mumble, standing up and turning to Mr. Dubose. He nods, exiting the room. “I told you I don’t need your help.” The man sneers, his tone less threatening than he’d hoped it would have been. “But you do. Otherwise you may die.” You say, turning back to the man with your hands on your hips and a raised brow.

The man grumbles something under his breath as he turns away, curling in on himself against the wall. You sigh, “Look, it’s unorthodox, but if you don’t cooperate we’re required to give you a sedative that makes you all loopey and shit so we can help you.”

That catches his attention.

He whips around so fast, you fear he may have hurt his spine when he winces. You take a few steps toward the man, reaching your hands out with your brows furrowed in concern as he steadies himself. “Are you okay?” You check, meeting the man’s gaze. He nods reluctantly, looking away from your eyes.

You sit on the floor, closer to the man than you were before, facing him as you lay your elbows on your knees. “I’m Y/n.” You say, making the man raise a brow. “Just getting to know you a bit, you’re probably gonna be staying here for a while until you’re ready to get adopted.” You say with a shrug at the man’s gaze. He nods with pursed lips, looking down. “I know you probably don’t wanna be here right now, but we just want to help you. I want to help you.” You say, ducking your head a bit to try and catch his gaze.

The man nods, glancing up at you just as the door opens. His gaze immediately shifts to the door, gaze focusing on Dr. Martin as he enters. “You called?” He says, looking at you, then the man. His eyebrows draw together in concern, walking up to you and sitting beside you. “He’s got a really bad gash on his abdomen and I need help looking at it.” You mumble, eyes focused on the man’s face as you slowly inch closer, reaching out to his torn shirt.

He doesn’t make a move to stop you, only stares at you with an emotion you can’t quite place.

Maybe it’s a mix? A mix of..fear and..pain.

Your eyebrows furrow as you pause in your movements, eyes roaming over the man’s features. You blink rapidly before moving to move his shirt away from the gash, apologizing as he lets out a small hiss. Dr. Martin sucks in a breath at the sight in front of him, inching closer to get a better look. You don’t get hybrids in with wounds like these often, rarely, but not impossible. Whenever you do, it never fails to shock you to the very core what people can do to other people.

Just because they’re half animal.

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