Safe And Sound |Chapter Five|

Safe and Sound |Chapter Five|

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: 2.4K (damn that’s new)

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

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A/n: it’s finally out! I finally got around to it! I’m so sorry that there tends to be such wide intervals between each post, but I’m hoping I’ll get to a steady posting time soon. New member, woohoo!

You bid goodbye to Jin, heading over to Taehyung’s room to check up on Jimin and Taehyung. You hear laughter from the room as you approach it, making you smile.

You knock, mumbling a “Knock knock,” loud enough for them to hear, waiting for the door to open. You hear some rustling before the door is opened revealing a pouting Jimin. You pout back, “Hey, Jimin. I’m sorry I didn’t come by earlier, I had to take care of another hybrid.”

His face seems to fall slightly at that, yet he immediately puts on a small smile, nodding in understanding before welcoming you into the room. “Hey, Taehyung. How are you holding up?” He smiles, “Pretty good, better than I thought I would.” You smile.

Jimin takes a seat beside Taehyung on the bed, patting the spot beside him for you to sit as well. You make your way over, sitting down with some space between you, “Are you going to be able to hang out?” Jimin asks, looking at you with puppy dog eyes.

You chuckle, “Yes, I can hang out until dinner.” Jimin smiles widely, earning a smile from you. “Let’s play something!” Jimin chirps. “Like what?” Taehyung asks, laying down on the bed, “Umm..” Jimin pouts, trying to think of a game. “I can always get a board game?” You offer, standing up.

“Do you both want to come with me to pick out a game?” Taehyung nods, yet Jimin seems reluctant. “It’ll be okay, Minie. Don’t worry.” Taehyung assures, gently taking his hand and standing up with him.

You lead the way, shutting the door behind the three of you before going in front again, taking them to the gaming area of the building. Jimin’s eyes widened in curiosity at the amount of board games and electronic games, watching the hybrids playing numerous games on different consoles.

You turn and see the longing in both Taehyung and Jimin’s eyes, bringing a smile to your face, “Do you wanna play here? There should be a free console for the two of you.” Jimin jumps, turning to look at you quickly with slight embarrassment while Taehyung nods viciously.

Taehyung starts to drag Jimin to an available console, tail wagging slightly behind him. You follow behind closely, staying especially close to Jimin when Taehyung lets go of his hand to grab the controller. Jimin turns to look at you before looking back at Taehyung, seemingly reluctant.

You wordlessly guide him to the couch Taehyung’s made himself comfortable, sitting him down and grabbing a controller, handing it to Jimin. You sit down beside him, grabbing the remote and turning on the Tv, “What game do you two want to play?” You ask, getting up and walking to the games.

“What are the options?” Taehyung asks excitedly, walking over to look over the games with you. “Ooo this one!” He grabs a game before trotting back to the console, opening the case and popping the disc in. You walk back to the couch, reclaiming your spot beside Jimin.

Taehyung watches the tv with his brows knitted together, unsure of what to do when you step in, “Want help?” Taehyung turns to you, nodding with a pout. You chuckle, standing up and moving to sit by him, gently taking the controller from his hands. You guide him through what to do, starting him in a game with only him and Jimin to start.

You peek at Jimin to see him timidly shifting his gaze from the Tv to the controller in his hands. You smile, getting up and squeezing between Taehyung and Jimin, “Use this trigger to shoot, and aim with this joystick.” You slowly guide them both through what the buttons, triggers, and joysticks can be used for, watching as they try, and successfully, learn to play.

It doesn’t take long for the two to start laughing, hunting each other down, attempting to kill each other. When the round ends you’re smiling while Taehyung and Jimin are laughing. They start another round and you pull out your phone, letting out a small huff at the time. Dinner time. You’re about to tell the boys when the door opens and someone yells “Dinner!” Making everyone stop what they’re doing and make their way to the double door.

You stand up, turning to look at the boys now sporting pouts as they stare up at you. You giggle, “You can always come back tomorrow.” Jimin’s pout deepens, “You won’t hang out with us tomorrow?” You shake your head. “Tomorrows my day off.” You pout back at him. Jimin whines before getting up, tugging Taehyung with him to stand by you. “Then the next day?” Jimin asks, staring up at you with puppy eyes, “I’m off the day after tomorrow, too. I'm off on the weekends.”

Jimin whines, grabbing your hand with his free one, the other holding onto Taehyung’s hand. “But you’ll be back Monday, right?” You nod, “I will.” Jimin smiles at that, leading both you and Taehyung out of the game room before you take the lead, guiding them to the cafeteria.

You feel Jimin let go of your hand, turning to see him clutching to Taehyung as he eyes the full room wearily. You give Jimin a reassuring look before you lead them to the front to get their food. “This looks good.” Taehyung comments as he stares at the food, hit tail wagging slightly behind his back. You smile, stepping out of the way so Jimin and Taehyung can grab their food.

Once they both have their food you walk them to a table before bidding goodbye, walking around the room with a few other employees.

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“Do you really have to go?” Jimin whines, leaning his head against the door frame as he looks at you expectantly. “Yes, I’m sorry Jimin. I have to get groceries.” Jimin pouts at this, pushing himself to stand upright before he walks up to you, looking at you tentatively before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close, resting his head on your shoulder.

You smile wrapping your arms around his shoulders and squeezing him softly before running your hand up and down his back.

After maybe a minute Jimin finally lets you go, looking up at you with a pout before he turns around and makes his way to Taehyung. You sigh when he lays on Taehyung’s shoulder, pout still on his lips.

You give them both a small wave before you close the door, walking down the hallway to the employee lounge to grab your belongings.

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You groan, lifting your arm up to make the grocery bags slide back up your arm when movement out of the corner of your eye catches your attention. You turn your head to see another, smaller, head with fluffy ears on top peeking around a trash can, staring at you. You take a step toward it, watching as it takes a step out as well. “Hi buddy.” It takes another step, showing half of its body, the other half still covered by the trash can.

“You look like a pretty kitty.” The cat does something akin to a nod before stepping out fully, walking down the alleyway toward you. You take a step forward, crouching down and setting down an armful of grocery bags with a groan before sticking the now unoccupied arm in its direction. It sniffs your hand before rubbing his head on it, turning to drag your hand down the rest of its body.

You bring your hand back up to scratch its head, smiling when his eyes close and a purr builds up in its chest. “Oh, are you hungry?” The cat cracks its eyes open to stare at you, huffing when you pull your hand away to instead dig in one of the grocery bags on your other arm. Your smile widens when you finally spot the chicken, opening the bag and tearing off a piece before pulling it out of both the bags and offering it to the cat.

It grabs it before practically scarfing it down and looking back at you while licking its lips making you frown. “How long have you been alone, sweet thing?” You ask as you reach into the bags again, tearing off a few decent sized chunks before setting them on the ground in front of the cat. The cat quickly eats it before looking at you again.

You pout, reaching out and scratching behind its ear, “I gotta go, buddy.” The cat looks at you, walking toward you and rubbing against your knee. You bite back a whine as the cat starts to circle your body, still rubbing against you, “I’m sorry but I have to go.” The cat sits in front of you again, looking at you before hanging its head and turning around.

The action tugs at your heartstrings as you watch with a deeper pout as it slowly circles the trash can again. “Fuck Y/n, what is wrong with you..” You whisper, “Hey buddy? How would you like to come home with me?” You watch as the cat's head whips around the trash can, staring at you. You smile when it practically runs over to you, rubbing against your knee before you stand, grabbing your grocery bags and sliding them onto your arm.

“My car isn’t far away, so you won’t have to walk long.” The cat looks up at you before walking ahead with a pep to its step making you smile.

You giggle when the cat continues its way down the sidewalk, not seeming to notice that you stopped until you call out to it, “Where’re ya goin’?” The cat stops and turns around before hurrying back to you.

You laugh as you open the backseat door, setting down the grocery bags to give some relief to your arms before shutting the door and crouching down to the cat. “Can I pick you up?” The cat rubs against your hand, and you take it as your consent to reach down and pick it up carefully. You open the passenger side door and set it down on the seat, giving its head a few pets before shutting the door and rounding the car.

“I wonder what breed you are, sweet thing.” You think out loud after you’ve been driving for a few minutes. You take a quick peek at the cat to see it already looking at you. You really need to figure out its gender instead of calling it…well…it. “What’s your gender, sweetheart?” You ask when you reach a red light, turning your attention to the cat whose attention is already on you.

“Are you a girl?” The cat growls, just a small, short, growl as if telling you no. “Boy?” The cat starts purring, closing (what you’re guessing) his eyes. “Boy it is.” You say with a smile, focusing on the road again when the light turns green.

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You set down the last bag with a huff, turning around to see the cat sitting in the doorway to the kitchen, staring at you intently. “You can go explore if you’d like, I just need to put away my groceries.” The cat's short tail does a small flick before turning around and making his way to the living room. You smile, reaching down and grabbing some of the groceries from the closest bag to you.

When you finish, you grab a few chunks off of the chicken you got, putting them on a plate. You take the bags and hang them up by the door before making your way to the living room. “Kitty?” Where’d you go buddy?” You call out, scanning over the living room before crouching down and looking under the couch. You find no sign of your new furry friend so you get up, scanning over the living room again before turning and heading down the hallway.

“Kitty?” You call out, poking your head into the guest bedroom and bathroom, finding no sign of him. You make your way to the end of the hall, pushing open the last door, scanning the bedroom before walking in. “Kitty?” You call out, huffing when you get no response.

‘Maybe he’s upstairs.’ You think.

You leave the bedroom, closing it behind you before making your way upstairs. “Kitty Kitty.” You call out, hearing a soft meow from your room at the end of the hall. You smile, making your way to the door and pushing it open, seeing your new furry friend sprawled out on your bed. “I see you got comfy.” You say with a giggle, making your way to the bed to sit beside him.

He gets up, rubbing his head against your arm as his soft purrs start echoing in your room. Your smile widens, reaching down to scratch between his ears. “Are you hungry, buddy?” You ask, setting down the plate of chicken in front of him. He looks at you once before focusing back on the chicken, eating it a bit slower than he had earlier.

You yawn, falling back onto your bed with a sigh, letting your eyes slide shut for a moment. “God I’m tired, Kitty. What do you say we go to bed, hmm?” You ask, turning to face said cat.

He rubs against your arm, and you take it as his way of giving you a yes. “Okay, I just gotta get ready, alright?” The cat gives you something weirdly akin to a nod, yet you brush it off, getting up and walking to your bathroom.

When you return, the cat is lying partially on a pillow and partially on the bed making you giggle at the sight, making your way to the unoccupied side of the bed. As soon as the cat feels your weight dip the bed, he lifts his head up, staring at you. You smile, scratching his head before plugging in and setting your phone on the nightstand and getting comfortable.

Once you find a comfortable position, you let your eyes glide shut with a content sigh, snuggling into your pillow. You hear purring before you feel a head bump into your arm bringing a small, tired smile to your face.

“Come on, Kitty.” You say, lifting up your arm so he can cuddle into your body. He does so almost immediately, circling into a ball by your chest as louder purrs echo on the walls of your bedroom. You’ve never heard a cat with such loud, and powerful, purrs before.

You brush the thought down, too tired to focus on anything else besides sleep at the moment. It doesn’t take long before your new furry friends purrs lull you into sleep.

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A/n: Y/n was a bit dumb with the whole cat ordeal but Y’know, I wanted her to think of him as a cat for now, even if it is pretty obvious he’s a wild cat

Safe and Sound |Chapter One|

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 seen 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: 1.8k

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

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Beep beep, beep beep! Beep beep, beep beep! You groan as you reach over to turn off your alarm, stretching your limbs with a sigh before laying on your bed for a moment. A smile slowly makes its way onto your face as a thought comes into your mind. ‘A new hybrid is arriving today.’ With the thought in mind you spring up and move toward your closet, excited to meet the new resident.

You’re out of your apartment to make it to the facility with about half an hour before they’re set to arrive when you get there. You don’t know their gender yet, but what you do know is they’re a wolf hybrid.

The drive to the facility takes about 25 or so minutes, and once you’ve arrived you enter and head toward the room that will soon be occupied. You were given the task of readying the room and making sure it was livable, you were given a few things they like so you made sure to include them.

You’d been focused on getting the room ready that you were startled when you heard a knock on the door. You walk to the door, opening it to see one of your co-workers, Yujin. “The wolf hybrid just got here, he’s out in the lobby. Mr. Dubose wanted you to give him a tour since you’re better with hybrids than most.” He smiled at you, making you return the smile. “His name is Kim Seokjin, by the way.” He says before walking away, you yelled a ‘thank you!’ Before he got too far. You scan over the room one last time before exiting and shutting it behind you.

You make your way to the sitting area, seeing a nervous man playing with his finger with a stern looking guard standing beside him when you enter. “Mr. Kim?” You ask making the man look up from his hands. You offer him a smile making him smile back. ‘He seems nervous..’ you think to yourself as he stands up. “My name is Choi Y/n. I’ll be taking you to your room.” You say as you gesture down the hallway. “Hi..” he says meekly before following you down the hallway.

“If you ever need anything please let one of us know, we want to make sure you’re comfortable here.” You say as you arrive at his room, opening it and stepping back so he can enter. His eyes go wide at the size of the room, walking in and looking around at everything in it. “May I come in?” You ask making him turn around and look at you, nodding quickly. You enter, keeping your distance to not make him uncomfortable.

“I like it.” He says quietly making you smile. “Thank you, I was given a list of a few things you liked so I tried to incorporate them in your room.” You say making him look at you, eyes wide in curiosity. “You designed it?” He asked making you nod, smile widening. He smiles as he continues looking around. “I really like it.” He says again making you laugh softly. “I’m glad.” You say, watching as he walks to his bed, sitting on it as his eyes go wide before he falls onto his back.

“Are there any questions you have for me? About the center or to get to know me better?” You ask making him sit up. “How old are you?” He asks tentatively, scanning over your figure. “23.” You say making his eyes widen. “I thought you’d be younger, you look like you’re maybe 19.” He says making you smile and laugh softly. “Thank you, how old are you if you don’t mind me asking? I didn’t get much information.” You say making him smile, “I’m 30.” He says making your eyes widen. “I thought you’d be at least 24, maybe 25.” You say making him smile sheepishly. “Thanks.” He says as you look him over, ‘he does not seem 30’ you think to yourself.

“How long have you done this for? Your job?” He asks, no longer seeming nervous. “Hmm…about 5 years? Full time at least, I’ve helped out here since I was 14.” You say, taking him by surprise. “Any other questions? If not I’ll show you around. We ha-” your sentence was cut short because of Yujin.

“Y/n? We really need you. There’s a hybrid out back and he’s injured, we don’t know how bad yet.” He says making you spring up, worry etched on your features as you leave behind Seokjin and rush after Yujin to the hybrid.

You stop just before the door, opening it slowly to make sure you don’t spook the man. You see him huddled in the corner of the yard, a few others trying to coax him, yet he only watches with teary eyes as they race over everyone, making sure no one gets too close to him. You shut the door softly behind you, Yujin staying inside as you slowly make your way as close to him as he’ll let you.

“Hi..my name’s Y/n.” You say, his attention moving to you as he carefully studies your every move. Only his eyes are visible, knees pulled to his chest and arms laid on top of his knees covering his mouth and nose. You’re crouched down a bit away, making sure you don’t spook him too much. You look over his figure, seeing a deep gash on his side as well as a few cuts and bruises on his arms and face.

He slowly lifts his face from his arms, looking at you closely. “Could I take you inside? Your wounds look bad.” You say, yet the man curls in on himself more. “Too many people?” You ask making him nod. You turn around, gesturing for everyone to go back inside. There were only 5 people—including you—out here, yet it doesn’t surprise you in was too much for a hybrid in his condition.

Once everyone else is gone, you turn back to the man to see he’s uncurled from himself a bit more. “Can I take you inside now? If you don’t like it here you could leave, but it’d only be after your wounds heal.” You say, watching as the man slowly brings his arms down, letting his legs slip to the floor as well, wincing a bit after.

You slowly approached him, yet he didn’t make any move to run away.

When you’re in front of him, you look over his figure, seeing a few scratches where his clothes are torn in some spots. “Could I take you inside now?” You ask, holding out your hand, watching as he reluctantly reaches out and takes it making you smile. “Can I ask what your name is?” You ask softly making him look up at you, glossy eyes roaming over your features now that you’re closer. “J-Jimin.” He stutters, slowly standing up with you. You got up before him, helping him stand, being wary of his side.

Once he’s fully standing up, you guide him back to the building, still being mindful of his wound. You make it back to the building quickly, opening the door with your keycard using your free hand, Jimin’s hand in the other which he clutches tightly. He isn’t sure why he trusted you so easily, usually he’s weary of people, yet you somehow make him feel safe.

You lead him through the building, taking him toward a room you know is vacant and won’t be taken anytime soon so he could stay there. You unlock the door, pushing it open and letting him go in first. He examines the area, while he’s looking around at the spacious area you step in, leading him to the bed to sit. You grab your walkie-talkie and ask if someone could bring you supplies to clean him up.

He watches you as your brows knit together as you explain how injured he is after asked to know what supplies is needed. If he didn’t know better he’d say you’re concerned for him.

You look up at him making him quickly look away, missing the small smile that you bare. “How old are you?” You ask making him look at you again, you can see how he is reluctant to tell, and just as your about to tell him it’s fine, he speaks. “27.” He says making you nod, “what’s your animal? I’m sorry but I need to know just incase.” You say, smiling apologetically after he looks at you cautiously. “Red panda.” He replies making you nod.

You’re about to speak again before a knock at the door interrupts you. You get up and walk to the door, opening it and grabbing the medical kit from the girl. You thank her before closing the door, walking back to Jimin.

You move his arm from the wound on his side, noticing it looks fresh. “When did you get this?” You ask, looking up at him to see fear in his eyes before he looks away. “H-hybrid control..I t-think a few hours ago?” He says, not noticing the anger in your eyes. “I swear those assholes can’t comprehend hybrids are humans too.” You mumble under your breath making Jimin smile, you’re different to him. Usually people don’t care if a hybrid is taken by hc, yet you seem different.

He’s taken out of his thoughts by a stinging sensation in his side, making him yelp and jump back on the bed. “I’m so sorry but it needs to be cleaned.” You say apologetically, waiting until he scoots back to you, knowing he’s ready to go through it. You gently dab the cotton ball on his wound, exchanging the blood soaked one with a fresh one within a few seconds.

It takes a while to clean his side plus stop the blood long enough to bandage it, but once you do, you quickly bandage it and check with jimin to make sure it isn’t too tight. “No it’s good, it doesn’t hurt.” He reassures when you double check. You nod, checking over his face and arms, not wanting to check his chest or back quite yet incase he isn’t comfortable.

“I’m going to send in our doctor, I need to check in with a hybrid I was introducing here earlier. Alright? If you need anything please tell someone. If you’re only comfortable with me I can tell everyone if you talk to them to let me know.” You say making him nod. “Can I just have you? I don’t really trust anyone else.” He says, playing with his fingers as you smile. “Yeah of course. But you will have to be looked at by our doctor, I can probably spare a bit to be in here with you if that makes you feel better?” You offer making him nod reluctantly. You smile and grab your walkie-talkie, radioing the doctor.

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A/n: I’m sorry about any awkward parts, this is my first time posting instead of keeping it to myself so I haven’t gotten feedback before 😅. Feedback would be greatly appreciated!

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.

Last - Next - Masterlist

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.

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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Honestly so excited for the next chapter

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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BEFORE WRITING: Oh, this fic idea is so cute, and it won't take any time at all! WHILE WRITING: Oh...oh, no...I Underestimated this. Again.