Safe And Sound |Chapter Four|

Safe and Sound |Chapter Four|

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: 1.6k

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

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Chapter notes: again another member focus, this chapter is mostly focused on Jin so we can build the relationships up!

“T-Taehyung?” Jimin whisper, the man’s attention shifting to Jimin before he jumps up, eyes wide. “Jimin?” He asks, tail wagging as tears form in his eyes. Jimin barely nods before he’s pulled into the man, now known as Taehyung’s, embrace.

You notice a few tears make their way down Taehyung’s cheeks as he holds Jimin close. “T-Tae, this is Y/n,” Jimin pauses, sniffling, “she’s b-been taking care of me here.” Jimin says, pulling out of Taehyung’s embrace to grab your hand, pulling you toward them.

“Thank you, I don’t know how you found him but I’m more than glad you did.” Taehyung says, smiling at you. “Of course, he found his way into our backyard and, thankfully, trusted me enough to take him inside to treat his wounds.” You say, making Taehyung furrow his eyebrows. “Wounds?” He questions, attention shifting back to Jimin who stares at the ground.

“What wounds, Minie?” He asks worriedly, softly grasping Jimin’s cheeks to make him look up at him. “H-hybrid control got to me.” Jimin whispers, avoiding eye contact with Taehyung. “How bad?” Taehyung asks, attention shifting back to you for the answer. “He has a gash on his side, it looked pretty bad but should be good to go in a few days. Besides that, only a few scratches and bruises.” You say, noticing how Taehyung exhales slightly, turning back to Jimin.

“How about I get you to either Jimin’s room or your new room so you’re more comfortable?” You suggest making both men nod. “We can go to my new room.” Taehyung says, ruffling Jimin’s hair before grasping his hand, following you out of the room and down the hallway.

You lead him to his room, opening the door and letting them in first before following behind. “I can either let you both enjoy your reunion, or if you have any questions I can stay for a minute.” You say, “wait can’t you stay for a bit?” Jimin asks, letting go of Taehyung’s hand and walking over to you, puppy dog eyes on display making you giggle. “Maybe, I’ll see what’s on my schedule.” You say, patting Jimin’s head softly before turning to Taehyung.

“I hope your room is comfortable enough for you, if ever you need anything let me or one of the employees know.” You say making Taehyung nod before you turn to leave.

You head toward the employee lounge again, walking toward where the schedule papers are. ‘Wow, only dinner duty and I can leave.’ You think to yourself, turning around to exit the room.

You start heading for Taehyung’s room, but pause. ‘I haven’t seen Seokjin for a minute, let me go see how he’s holding up.’ You begin walking toward his room.

You knock softly once you get there, hearing a muffled groan before a groggy ‘who is it?’ Is heard making you giggle. “It’s Y/n.” You say, hearing the shuffling of covers before the door is opened, revealing a sleepy looking Seokjin.

“Sorry to disturb you, I wanted to know how you’re holding up?” You say, “I’m doing pretty good, I might be good to go and, Y’know, get adopted soon.” He says. “Alright, well let me know if you need anything.” You say, smiling before turning around.

“Hey, Y/n?” He calls out tentatively. “Yes?” You say as you turn around to face him. “Could we maybe get to know each other more or something? Like hang out?” He asks, looking away as he speaks making you smile fondly. “Yeah sure, we could do it today or another day.” You say, noticing how Seokjin turns to look at you, slight shock written on his features before he nods.

“We could do it today, yeah, want to do it now? Or..” his voice trails off as he gnaws on his lower lip, waiting for your answer. You nod, noticing how he sighs in relief before opening his door wider, inviting you in. “I just gotta go change really quick.” He says, walking toward his dresser, pulling out a white t-shirt before walking to his closet.

You walk into the room, walking toward his bed and sitting down on it as you wait for him. The closet door shuts as he gets changed, while you examine his room. ‘It’s still pretty tidy’ you think to yourself.

The closet door opens, revealing Seokjin in his plain white t-shirt and black jeans with a few holes. “So what do you want to do?” You ask, facing Seokjiin as he heads for his shoes. “What is there to do? I don’t remember much of the activities here.” He says, grabbing his shoes and walking to where you are on his bed, sitting down beside you.

“Well we could do something here or go out and about, nobody will care.” You say making Seokjin nod, “sure, what’s around here?” He asks, tying his shoes before standing up, you standing up shortly after.

“Mmmm..we could either go get something to eat, or there’s bowling and mini golf around.” You say, walking with him toward the door. “Can we do mini golf? I feel like it’d be fun.” He says, making you nod with a smile as you both make your way down the hall.

“Y/n? Where are you taking Seokjin?” Sun-hee asks, looking at you both with furrowed eyebrows. You feel Seokjin tense up beside you, “Ah, I’m taking him out for a bit, we’ll be back soon.” You say, ushering Seokjin out of the door, confusing him.

“Sorry, Sun-hee asks endless questions.” You sigh when you’re outside of the building. He lets out a small laugh, following you to your car.

You unlock the car, getting in on the drivers side and sticking your keys in. You look back to where he was last standing, seeing him still standing there hesitantly. “What’s wrong? Aren’t you gonna get in?” You ask, confusedly staring at him.

He hesitantly nods, yet still stays in place. “W-where do I sit? In the back?” He asks, making you shrug, “Sit in either the back or front, I’m good with whichever.” You give him a soft smile, watching as a bit of the tension leaves his shoulders as he makes his way to the passenger side.

He opens the door, sliding into the seat beside yours before shutting the door behind him. You pull up the directions to the mini golf place, beginning your trip once your phone has shown you the full route.

“So..Y/n? Why do you work here?” Seokjin asks after a few minutes, seemingly hesitant. “Ah, it’s a long story but I used to have two hybrids who got taken away, they were my best friends. Ever since hc took them, I’ve been wanting to work for hybrid rights, or something to protect you guys.” You say, peeking at Seokjin to see a spark of sadness in his eyes as he nods. “I’m sorry.

“What were their names?” Seokjin asks, you can feel his eyes on you even if you aren’t facing him. “Jungkook and Hoseok.” You say, drumming your fingers against your steering wheel when you see the mini golf place. “Ah, we’re here!” You say, parking the car before getting out, waiting for Seokjin to get out so you can lock it.

He gets out, walking with you to the entrance once you’ve locked the car. “I really am sorry Y/n.” He says, holding the door open. You peep out a small ‘thank you’ as you pass by him to get in.

“It’s fine, it’s the world we live in.” You say, smiling sadly as Seokjin before walking up to the counter.

“Hello, how many will be playing today?” The girl asks, seemingly bored as she looks at you. “Two.” She nods, grabbing two putters before looking at you two again, “What color balls do you want?” She asks, standing beside the small baskets.

“I’ll do light blue, Seokjin?” You look at him, “Uh..can I do green?” The girl wordlessly grabs the balls before handing them to you along with the putters. “That’ll be $12.95.” You nod, grabbing a 10 and 5 from your purse, handing it to her.

She gives you your change, murmuring a ‘have a good day’ as you walk toward the door leading to the course.

“Course 1 or 2?” You look at Seokjin, who examines both. “Can we do 1?” He asks, looking down at you. You nod, walking over toward said course with Seokjin trailing behind you.

He sets his ball down, hitting it toward the hole with a soft tap. You both watch as it seems to head straight for the hole, only to hop it making Seokjin groan.

You giggle, setting up your ball and hitting it, only to watch as it goes nowhere near the hole. Seokjin laughs as you pout, “Payback for laughing.” He says with a smirk making you roll your eyes playfully.

The rest of the time passes with victorious and mocking laughs or groans of annoyance and teasing of how bad the other did. You both turn in your balls and putters, walking out with smiles.

“I had fun.” Seokjin says, holding the door open for you again. “Thanks, and I did too.” You say, unlocking the car as you approach it. You get in on the drivers, putting the keys in and twisting it, starting the car as Seokjin gets in.

“Y/n?” You hum, looking at Seokjin. “You know you can just call me Jin.” You nod with a smile, “Okay, Jin.” His cheeks earn a light pink tint as you turn to face forward again.

You pull out carefully, making sure to watch the rear view mirror as you watch to make sure you don’t hit anything when Jin speaks up, “Y/n? Could we maybe uh..do this again?” You nod with a smile. “Of course.” You say, watching the road as you make your way back to the facility, missing the smile on Jin’s face.

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A/n: I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I’m sorry it took so long for me to get it out but I’ve been really busy this past month.

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The Mockingbirds song |KTH ~ Teaser/Intro|

Pairing: Hybrid!Taehyung x Hybrid!F!Reader

Summary: You had fled from your old home, your old owner, your old life in hopes you’ll find a better one. You ran as far as you could, as much as you could, until you couldn’t. Left for dead, you have no hopes you’ll make it to see the light of the morning.

Genre: fluff, angst…

Teaser warnings: slight smut (I’m sorry if it’s weird, I’m new to smut writing), blowjob.

Word count: 1.3k

Released on September 16, 2023. Read it here

You hesitantly open your master's door, being enveloped by the smell of musk and cigars as soon as the door is cracked. You fight the urge to wince, stepping in and closing the door behind you, standing in front of it with your head down, hands intertwined behind you. “Come here, Y/n.” You slowly make your way to your master’s bed, standing by him, eyes focused solely on the carpet under your feet.

“You called, Master?” You ask, light and soft, just like he’d taught you. “I did. I have friends coming over today, and I expect you to assist them.” You purse your lips and nod, earning a coo from your master. “Good girl.” You watch the blanket shift on the bed before his feet appear by your own. You feel his fingers slide under your chin, grasping it and tilting your head to look at him.

“There. Now I can see your pretty face.” You hold eye contact, fighting the urge to cower under his intense gaze. “My friends will be here soon, go get ready. Be downstairs in 15 minutes, no sooner, no later, got it?” His grip tightens on your chin, keeping you from nodding. “Yes, Master.” You mumble, earning a smile from him. “Good girl.” He gently shakes your head side to side before letting you go.

— 15 minutes later —

You slowly walk down the stairs, dreading what’s to come. Your skirt barely reaches the middle of your thighs, your top hardly covers your boobs, the low v-neck showing off your cleavage. The shirts sleeves hang off your shoulder, running down to your hands, a thumb hole cut out of the side on each sleeve. You have white socks that match your shirt, they go just above your knees, and black heels that match your skirt. In your hair you have a black bow with white designs holding your hair out of your face.

You hear whoops and hollers coming from a door down further into the house, making your way down to the door. The clicks of your heels echo down the hallway, silencing the voices. You take a deep breath when you reach the door, reaching forward and twisting the knob, gently pushing open the door.

“There she is.” You hear your master speak. You shut the door behind you before standing in front of it, keeping your gaze locked on the ground, hands loosely intertwined in front of you. “Come here, Y/n.” You slowly make your way to the couch your master is sitting on, sitting down beside him. “Now, who’s going to have her first?” You wince at the yelling that immediately starts, the sounds bouncing off the walls doing wonders for your enhanced hearing.

The echoes of ‘Me!’s and ‘I want her!’s make You inwardly wince each time the words are yelled. Your master raises a hand, effectively bringing silence across the room. He doesn’t say anything, simply turns to you and harshly grabs your hair, pulling you to your knees in front of him. You whimper involuntarily, earning a harsher tug on your hair. You purse your lips, holding back any other sound that threatens to leave you.

“Good girl.” You sag slightly in relief when the hand in your hair disappears, instead trailing down your chin. He grips your chin tightly, lifting your head so you make eye contact with him. “You know what to do, Y/n.” He lets go of you, leaning back and intertwining his hands behind his head, his eyes never leaving your face.

Your gaze slowly drops down to his crotch, a slight bulge evident in his black slacks. You shakily reach out, undoing his belt slowly before moving down to unbutton and unzip his slacks. You inhale and exhale deeply before reaching into his boxers and pulling out his cock. You run a shaky hand up and down his shaft a few times before leaning forward.

You hold eye contact with your master as you run your tongue over his tip, earning a small sigh from him. You slowly sink down his length, keeping your eyes trained on your master. You sink down until your nose is snug with his groin, his pubic hairs tickling your nose. Your throat constricts around his length earning a throaty groan from your master.

He reaches a hand down, grabbing your hair and pulling you almost all the way off his length, holding you still as he thrusts up into your mouth. You gag as spit spills from the corner of your mouth, tears building up in your eyes, sliding down your cheeks. You gag harshly when he pulls you down snug against his groin, his cum sliding down your throat. Your master lets out a throaty ‘fuck’ before he finally lets you go. You cough as soon as you remove his dick from your mouth, gasping for air when you’re pulled up. “My turn.” A voice says, pulling you to another couch.

When he sits down your master speaks up, “Now, I like to give my friends privacy when they have bought time with my hybrid.” He says, getting up from his spot on the couch. He walks over to you and his ‘friend’, gesturing for the both of you to follow.

He leads you out of the door and further down the hallway, to a room he keeps locked. He pulls a key out of his pocket, and unlocks the door just as you take a deep breath.

‘It’s now or never.’ You think to yourself.

You whip around to your masters ‘friend’, kneeing him in the crotch before turning toward your master. He’s already turned toward you, reaching for your neck, gripping it harshly. You wrap your hands around his arms, struggling to gasp for air. You mentally encourage yourself before reaching to his face, desperately clawing at him, making him release you almost immediately. “Fuck!” He screeches.

You stumble, gasping for air before turning and shifting, scrambling down the hall. Your claws skid against the floor as you run to the kitchen and out the doggy door. You run straight toward the fence, mentally gathering the courage before jumping as high as you can, leaping over the fence. You land on the floor harshly, pain coursing through you as you stumble. You whip your head back at the sound of the back door opening, scrambling to stand up before making a run for the forest.

“You fucking bitch!” You only run faster at the booming voice, your paws heavy on the forest floor as you run as fast as your legs can take you. You weave through trees, turning every which way, moving deeper and deeper into the trees. You jump at the faded sound of a gunshot ringing through the air, more following suit. You make the mistake of looking back, missing the root that curves out of the ground.

You trip.

You fall.

And you roll.

Whimpers fall from you as you tumble and tumble down a hill, roots and trees hitting you, pushing you further and further down. You shift to human, desperately clawing at the ground to no avail, the steep hill seems to never end, flat ground never reaching your feet as you fall, and fall, and fall.

Then you stop.

The world stops spinning.

Your back is finally touching the ground.

The cold, hard, wet ground.

You gasp, tears cloud your vision as you attempt to turn to your side. You let out broken whines, clawing at the ground in hope of moving yourself. To where? You’re not sure. Anywhere that isn’t near that man.

You barely manage a few inches before your body gives up on you, falling limp against the ground. Your eyelids grow heavy, your head throbs, your limbs burn. You mumble something not even you can understand, finally letting your eyes glide shut.

A/n: I hope you’ll like this fic (series? Still not sure yet.) I know I have three out there right now, but I need variety, it’s hard for me to focus on the same task 😅 (in this case fic.) if anyone would like to be on a taglist for this feel free to dm me, or comment!

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Update on safe and sound

So um…kinda having a writers block with SAS…I’m gonna try and post some updates on my other fics until I can figure out what I wanna do for SAS.

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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.

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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.

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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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A/n: I hope this chapter was good, I kinda rushed to get it out, cuz like, life is getting busy sooooo..yEaH

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Home for you - hybrid kookie ch. 1 “Sweet eyes”

Pairing: bunny hybrid jungkook x reader

Tags- warnings: fluff and comfort, slight angst

Author’s considerations: sorry took me too long…

Tomorrow at eight o'clock in the morning your grandmother’s notary, who you have discovered is called Moon Hyunjae, will come to pick you up. He said he’d take care of any name change issues, paperwork and bureaucracy , the only thing you’d have to think about: making the house fit for a hybrid. This didn’t necessarily mean renovating, but making it more comfortable. You haven’t lived with a roommate for some time now so you had to roll up your sleeves and try to arrange the spare room in the best possible way.

 It is not particularly large and not even full of furniture, a bed, a desk and a small chest of drawers for clothes. First of all you thoroughly clean every inch of the room, you hadn’t been in it for a long time and you used it first as a storage room for some things you didn’t know where to put so this task was quite difficult. But in the end the floor was shining and the room had a fresh scent of clean. According to some research on the internet, you have discovered that bunny hybrids have a very sensitive and developed sense of smell, due to their genes (probably through their nose they perceive danger, as well as their very fine hearing) so you have done your best to make shine the whole house. From top to bottom. You’ve dusted the couch, cleaned every piece of furniture, and done the laundry. Taken from chores, however, you started to feel a sort of tingling in your stomach. A feeling that accompanies you even now that you arrange the last things in Jungkook’s future room. A flutter, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You can’t wait, you’re agitated, impatient to meet him.

If before this sudden upheaval scared you, now you are excited, you have the energy to do everything and you are committed to making your space perfect for him. You spend your time doing a little research, even about diet and worrying that the pillow is soft enough not to hurt his hypersensitive ears. 

You even got a call from your aunt. “I heard the great news,” she says, her voice tired and sad. “I happened to run into the boy a couple of times, in the past. He seemed shy, didn’t talk much, was always attached to mom’s side. I’m sure you’ll take wonderful care of him, you’ll get along right away, he had big sweet eyes.“ this is the only information you know about Jungkook. 

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