Baby (you Complete Us)

baby (you complete us)

P R E V I E W: C H A P T E R  1  

summary: Soulmates were a common occurrence, so common, in fact, that the world sought an easier way to find your other half: A bracelet that would scan your mark and match you with those who shared your mark. Within recent years, soul groups were becoming normal, and your own bracelet said you have seven matches.

Or where you wear your bracelet for ten years, and finally give up the hope you would find your soul group, only for BTS to put theirs on and see what they were missing.

genre: soulmate au, idol au, angst, fluff, eventual smut,

pairing: Idol BTS x Disabled MC

warnings: angst, mentions of depression, disabled mc (Ehlers Danlos syndrome), eventual smut, fluff, lots of fluff, mentions of disability, simp bangtan

Some warnings may be added to the beginning of individual chapters.

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COMING FRIDAY, FEB. 3RD: 5PM PST

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You were a bridesmaid, right behind her own sister, the maid of honor. You were like a sister to Anna, having grown up with her and her family. But you never felt so out of place, like you didn’t belong as you stood there.

You were beyond happy for Anna and Chris, love in your heart for them as you witness their love for each other. But you couldn’t help but to feel your own heart break at the sight.

Your soulmates didn’t want you; it was the only conclusion you could think of. Ten years, ten years of knowing that you have seven soulmates out there.

“Thank you so much for being here with me!” Anna spoke to you, wrapping her arms around you in a tight hug. 

You were having a good day, not needing your cane but having it sat by your assigned seat just in case. You weren’t sure if you wanted to be in the wedding when she asked you, but knowing how happy she was, you said yes.

“I’m glad I got to be a part of your special day.” You smiled back, hoping she didn’t see the small sadness in your eyes. Anna nodded in response; just glad you were happy. 

She knew how hard your life had been in the past couple years, and she loved seeing the smile on your face whenever it happened. She wanted you to be happy always, never having to feel pain again.

“I can’t wait until you get to marry your soulmates. I will be right here for you, doing everything I can to make your day just as special.” She hugged you again before being called away for more pictures of the family, the bridesmaids and groomsmen being dismissed. While you smiled at your friend, you could feel the tears building.

You wouldn’t get that day, and you knew it.

Fate was determined to see you cry, and this only cemented your decision.

Jungkook: 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐘 (7)

In which with your steadily increasing health also comes your now blossoming personality. But that's not the only thing blossoming, it seems.

Tags/Warnings: Mafia!Jungkook, Hybrid!Reader, mute!reader, Angst, Fluff, Slight humor, Crime and violence, mentions of kidnapping, graphic description of adult content (violence, smut, Jungkooks questionable interrogation tactics) strangers to lovers

Additional Chapter Warnings: Mc being a ball of fluff, denial is a river in Egypt kook pls admit your feelings thank you

Chapter Length: short/mid

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Jungkook chuckles.

He's currently watching your ears twitch in your sleep, an unconscious reaction to whatever you're dreaming of. He wonders what it is, hopes it's something nice and happy. You sure deserve it after everything the world had put you through.

Do your dreams include him?

Slowly, the twitching stops, face relaxing before you stretch your limbs on the couch he's got in his office. It's been a while since your surgery, the effects of whatever had been flowing through your body finally having left.

You're a lot more curious he's noticed, eager to know what he's doing throughout the days he's not out and doing his admittedly grim job.

He knows you understand what he's doing. You've seen the guns, you've seen him shoot it. He doesn't know why you're not scared. Because you should be, shouldn't you?

No. His brain immediately denies that, almost involuntarily. There's no way he's gonna ever be able to hurt you at all, not in the slightest. Like your body's self-preservation instincts, Jungkook would probably never be able to physically harm you in any way.

And he doesn't want to, neither physically nor emotionally.

Which is funny, considering that every time he leaves these walls, he could end up devastating you with his death with the way youre clinging onto him. You're bound to him as if tied by invisible strings, never really comfortable being left alone, even if others are with you.

Jin had told him often that you basically sit in Jungkooks office all day as if a dog waiting for him to come home, watching the entrance gate from the window. And once the car drives in, and Jungkook steps out, you're running off to meet him downstairs.

He can't describe how it feels whenever you jump into him like that.

He knows that one day, you'll cry over him. He hopes if one of you has to die it'll be him going first so he doesn't have to see you broken like that, as cowardly as it sounds. He can't imagine the sadness in your eyes.

And right now, they don't hold any of that, as you roll around on the couch, visibly content with everything around you. "Had a good nap?" He wonders, and you nod, black tail swaying comfortably from side to side behind you as you slowly slip from the couch onto the floor, laughing to yourself.

You're still quiet. But it's fine. He doesn't need you to talk to him with words.

"Come on, what's with those acrobatics now? Get up, Dustball." He scolds, clicking his tongue as he walks over to you, trying to get you to stand up. But you simply let yourself fall limp in his grip, making it as hard as you can for him to get you back up. "Feeling frisky today, huh? Well, you're no match for me, you tiny lint!" He teases before picking you up with ease and laying you back onto the couch, his arms next to each side of your head as you purr in delight at his attention.

He doesn't know why your sight has changed to him these days.

It's like he's never really looked at you, never really paid that much attention, because how come he's never noticed the shape of your pupils? They're not exactly the same as a cat's, more round, but still not entirely human either. And those flecks of different colors in your iris really make him wonder if you even see the world like he does. Is his red the same as yours?

Suddenly, you tap the silver ring on his bottom lip, shy curiosity in your actions, it seems as your gaze flickers from his mouth back to his eyes. He doesn't know what to say or do.

He wonders what you think.

Do you want to kiss him too? Does he himself even want to kiss you? Why is he even thinking about it right now?

The knock on the door snaps him out of his thoughts and the situation itself, as he walks to the door to receive some mail from Namjoon, who also informs him of some rumors heard here and there.

All while you're sitting up on the couch, looking at him from the side, wondering if he's got this funny feeling too.

That feeling like something's missing.

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My challenge for you.. 🤣

It has to be Home. You know this is Home-kook content. There's no other AU this could ever fit.

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Tags/Warnings: home kook being home kook, medical facts? I don't know..

Languages are marked as always: English | Korean

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"Yeah, that's what I'm saying. You gotta be careful with that." Namjoon explains, as Taehyung nods. Recently, his girlfriend had been hospitalized for appendicitis - something she simply mistook at first for simple period cramps until she got worse during the night.

"Yeah, honestly, I thought she just had some period pains, too. You know." Taehyung shrugs. "They must be horrible if she mistakes that for, you know, her organ failing." He mumbles a bit upset now as Namjoon nods.

"I've heard of women mistaking a heart attack for period cramps before. Even doctors make that mistake constantly." He shrugs.

Meanwhile, Jungkook is completely shocked. He always thought that girls were simply more sensitive than men and just couldn't handle pain that well- but appendicitis? He remembers when Yoongi had to be hospitalized years back. That man had been doubled over in pain.

He instantly calls you a few minutes after the discussion. "Babe?" He asks, and you answer.

"Yeah? Something wrong?" You wonder. You're currently at home, and he knows you're on your period.

"You don't-" He starts, before switching languages. "You're sure you're not sick right? Just period?" He asks. You laugh.

"Yeah?" You wonder. "Why?"

"Just wondering.." he mumbles. "Heart fine? No pain?" He asks, while driving home to you.

"Jungkook what are you on about?" You laugh now, cringing when you cramp a little.

"Taehyung's girlfriend has appendicitis, and she mistook it for her period until it ruptured. It RUPTURED, babe, and she still thought it was nothing!" He whines in the back of the car, still not over the whole ordeal.

"Yeah, doctors mistake heart attacks and stuff too." You shrug at home.

"Now I'm terrified of your periods." He mumbles, and you laugh.

Life with Jungkook certainly is never boring- and its got nothing to do with his career, that's for sure.

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Dealer (6) - myg

Summary: Your boyfriend seemed like a dream come true: always wanting to be around you, making sure you would get home safe, never taking his hands off you. These little comforts became your whole world, and then the only thing you were allowed to have left in the world. Luckily, your boyfriends drug dealer turned out to be a much nicer guy.

Pairing: DrugDealer!Yoongi x Female!Reader

Genre: Mafia/drug kingpin au, Y/N coming from nothing, found family, Eventual smut

Warnings: LOTS OF UNALIVING BE PREPARED, so many guns, pew pew, Yoongi is intimidated, Hoseok is absolutely terrified, Yoongi threatens Jungkook, Jin has a plan, Jin's plan gets fucked up, Jin makes a new plan, more secret tunnels, Jin's backstory, the layout of which brought to you by the lovely @roxy1205 , go give her a (consensual) smooch on the forehead. Also, where the hell is Y/n in the chapter?

Word count: 2.9k

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Note: If you are sensitive or triggered by abusive relationships or manipulation in any way, please do not read this fic, it can be very triggering. It will also be referenced that Y/n used to self harm, and has self-harm scars. This is fic is going to cover a lot of intense topics, and there will be a lot of drugs.

“Okay, so Jay-” Seokjin, who had finally worked out all the kinks in his plan, was about to present it to the rest of the group, stopped mid-sentence because he heard something. It was small, something no one else in the room noticed, but it was definitely there. 

Everyone else stared at him, his finger pressed to his lips as his eyes swept the room for any signs of someone being there that wasn’t supposed to be.

There it was. 

A shadow under the door, a shadow that was completely unaccounted for. He looked at Namjoon, gave him a small nod, before he returned his sight back on the door. Namjoon understood what Jin wanted him to do, and moved quickly and silently. 

“Jay’s the bosses son, and the one we ultimately need to go after,” Jin spoke again, only seconds after he had taken a pause, not wanting the person behind the door to know that they knew he was there. 

As he continued to speak vaguely as Namjoon had started pulling guns out of a compartment in the floor and handed them to everyone, already loaded and ready to fire.

Seokjin took another pause and made his way over to the door, before pressing the gun just handed ot him against it, just below where his own forehead would’ve been, and pulled the trigger. 

Jin didn’t let any time pass before he threw open the door and started firing, swarms of men in the hallway distracted by the death of their fallen comrade. 

But even with guns firing and men yelling and falling to the ground, the only sound that seemed to flood Seokjin’s ears was an all-too familiar sound of distant screaming.

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“Ah, Jin, thanks so much,” Jin nodded his head slightly, a small smile peeking out from under his shy persona as he stood at the door to one of his new clients' houses. 

“No problem, hit me up next time you need, I’m available 24/7,” The man nodded and thanked him again, the door opened just enough for Jin to see a woman in the background, cleaning up what seemed to be the messiest house he’d ever seen. 

He didn’t think much of it, he wasn’t exactly the most experienced seller, but messy houses were quite common for addicts, and someone trying to clean up a little to make it look presentable seemed pretty normal to him. 

Over the next couple of weeks, this new client of his bought from him several times, and Jin had made more money off of him than anyone else he sold to. 

“Hey, man, why don’t you come inside?” Jin nodded and smiled shyly, his hair hanging down in his face as he walked through the opened door. He took a look around, and the house was actually cleaned up a considerable amount from the last time he had been there. He walked over to the couch with Ben, his client, as they took seats opposite each other. 

The conversation started slowly and awkwardly, but when the topic changed to what video games they’d been into recently, the conversation grew exciting as they went back and forth talking about their favorites. The conversation also grew a bit loud, something Jin hadn’t really been known for being, and it drew out the woman he’d seen the first time he was here out from the bedroom. 

A sweater and jeans barely hung off of her, both looking several sizes too big for the admittedly tiny woman in front of him. She seemed very unsure of herself, hands fidgeting and clasped together with her feet pointed inward as she walked. 

“Ah, Jin, I don’t believe you’ve met my girlfriend yet. Rose, this is Jin, he’s a good friend of mine,” Jin waved awkwardly, trying to make himself smaller on the couch as she sat in the tiny available space next to her boyfriend, and still seemed to have room to spare.

She spoke the smallest “Hi” Seokjin had ever heard come out of someone that wasn’t him, and soon, the man he’d just sold an unprecedented amount of percocet to resumed his monologue about Apex. 

But Jin wasn’t paying near as much attention as before; his eyes kept darting to the small figure next to him, and the thoughts in his head were all blaring sirens with bright red lights, screaming at him that something wasn’t right here. 

Jin had always had one hell of an intuition, but this was something new; something he hadn’t ever experienced before. The anxiety that always seemed to have consumed him was put into overdrive as he sat across from her, her eyes glued to the folded hands in her lap as the uncomfortable energy coming off of her was almost unbearable. 

“Well, thanks for coming in, man, I’m glad Rose finally got off her lazy ass and cleaned up enough for me to invite you in,” Jin was stunned, to say the least, but he simply smiled, and left. 

He spent the next several days with that overwhelming anxiety flooding him, unable to even get out of bed most of the time as he felt that something was seriously off with her, and the man who so blatantly degraded her in front of him. He all but completely neglected his job, ignoring most of the people who wanted to buy from him, but he never ignored Ben. 

He’d be out of his door mere minutes after he received a message from him, and he’d be at his doorstep not long after. 

Rose wasn’t usually there. She stayed in the back room most of the time, but every time he’d seen her, he wished he hadn’t. 

Cheeks even more sunk in, heavy dark bags under her eyes and clothes even more loose fitting than the previous time he’d seen her. His heart broke every time he saw her, but he just didn’t know what to do. 

He’d spent a lot of time researching what to do when you suspect someone is a victim of domestic violence. The signs were all there: low self-esteem, overly apologetic, fearful, extreme weight loss, etc. She almost seemed that if she were to ever show any emotion she would be in trouble. 

But the advice on how to help didn’t exactly work in this situation. 

He couldn’t just strike up a conversation with her when he wasn’t there. He couldn’t help her come up with a safety plan or a safe word, or even be there to listen to her because there was no way for him to reach out to her, not while Ben wasn’t there. 

He almost called the cops a few times, but then stopped himself. There were never any physical signs of abuse. No bloody lips or black eyes, and she always covered up every part of her body except for her face and fingertips, so he couldn’t look for any signs of bruising. 

Just after he started getting back to normal, after his anxiety would calm down to the point where it was manageable, and the sirens stopped blaring out of control, he went back to his normal life. He’d start selling to all his other clients again, coming up with lame excuses on the spot as to why he wasn’t answering them. 

But one day, months after his first encounter with Ben and Rose, he went back over to sell to them. 

This time she had a wrist brace on and a bloody and bruised lip. 

“She got into a car accident, thankfully she’s okay.” 

Only Jin knew she didn’t have a driver's license, something Ben had brought up a while back because she was too ‘untrustworthy’. 

This time he knew he had to do something, and the red lights and blaring sirens came back stronger than ever, but this time they meant something: She’ll be dead if you don’t do something, and do it fast.

But he didn’t know how to handle this situation, and the anxiety was so overwhelming he couldn’t even think of a course of action until hours later. 

“Hello this is 911 what's your emergency?” Jin swallowed thickly, his entire body shaking with the anxiety spilling out of him, about ready to explode any given second. 

“I need to report a suspected abuse,” his voice was so shaky it was barely comprehensible, his voice moving up toward the end of his sentence as if he were asking a question. He told them the address, and the names of the abused and the abuser before they said they’d be sending a patrol car out immediately. 

He sat for a moment after hanging up the phone, on the cold bathroom floor of his crummy apartment. His plan was to stay there, stay there all night and drink away the voices screaming at him to do something, but he couldn’t. 

He got up and left, quickly driving over to the house that several squad cars were already parked haphazardly outside of. 

He didn’t even have to shut his car off or get out of it to hear the screaming from inside the house. The voices of the cops screaming at Ben to put his weapon down, and of Rose sobbing so loudly he feared he’d never get the sound out of his head. 

Several loud bangs ensued, guns being fired inside the home that made Jin’s heart stop. 

For a moment, the world went still. 

The birds chirping suddenly stopped. 

The wind rustling in the trees came to a halt. 

Rose’s screaming was gone. 

And suddenly, the sirens in his head faded away. 

For the first time in months, everything was still and silent, almost peaceful even. 

The sirens were gone, and so were the flashing lights. The anxious pit in his stomach had finally subsided into the most blissful feeling of nothingness he’d ever experienced. He was free in that moment. Free from worry about what would happen to her and if she was okay. 

He watched as Ben came out in handcuffs, shoved into the back of a cop car that was driven off before an ambulance pulled up in its place. They rushed in with a stretcher that reappeared minutes later, a black body bag zipped up and laying flat on it; no one in a rush to get it anywhere, to get her anywhere safe. 

The blissful nothingness he’d longed for months to feel was replaced by something much worse than the anxious sirens begging for help. Now they filled with the guilt of not reacting to them sooner; and the sirens had been replaced with her screams. 

He sat outside that house for hours, knees pulled into his chest as he sobbed the loss of a woman he knew practically nothing about. The only thing he ever knew about Rose was that she needed help, and he’d be the only one that could’ve given it to her. 

And yet, here he was, sitting alone in a car perfectly safe, a car he could’ve taken her to many times over but didn’t. 

In Jin’s line of work, he’d come across many more people like Rose. Soft, sweet innocent people that just needed a way out. And everytime he’d met one of them, her screams would come back to haunt him, reminding him of what would happen if he didn’t step in. 

And you were no exception. 

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Jin had taken down six men by the time Yoongi was able to take down two. He’d never seen anyone able to focus so quickly and perfectly on killing people; but he tried to focus on saving his own life from the man currently charging him rather than how well else was able to pull the trigger. 

Both Taehyung and Namjoon were mowing down people, more people than anyone would’ve thought possible to fit in the narrow hallway; the floor now covered in bloody bodies. 

Hoseok, however, wasn’t used to all of this. He wasn’t used to people dying and guns shooting, and to be frank, neither was Yoongi. Not to the extent the rest of the men in the room were, at least. 

The two of them fell back in the group, Hoseok’s hands shaking violently as he held the gun, and Yoongi only shooting when necessary to protect himself and his clearly out-of-it friend. 

They were able to push the hitmen in the hallway back, Seokjin and Taehyung leading them to push everyone back, as far away from the plan and as far away from you as possible. 

A door to the left of Yoongi suddenly burst open, Jungkook stepping through with a gun in each hand as he started taking down more than even Jin. 

With Jungkook’s help, they were soon able to take down everyone in the hall. 

“Everyone, back!” Seokjin whisper-yelled, and everyone moved; retreating back into the the room they’d spent all day in. 

As they got back in and closed the door, Yoongi realized something that made his blood turn cold. If Jungkook was here, who the hell was watching you? 

Jin had already opened up the wall, which was apparently a door, and was trying to usher everyone inside when Yoongi grabbed Jungkook by the collar and shoved his against the wall, gun falling to the ground with a thud as all eyes fell on the two of them. 

“Where the hell is Y/N?” Jungkook’s expression never faltered as Yoongi stared him down, worry consuming his features. 

Jin calmly walked up and placed a gentle, steady hand on Yoongi’s shoulder. “She’s safe, she’s in a secret room no one can get to. She’ll be fine, Yoongi, but we have to move,” Seokjin’s voice remained calm and smooth as he spoke. 

Yoongi’s eyes darted back and forth between Jin and Jungkook for a moment, before he slowly let go of Jungkook’s shirt. 

He stepped away from him, nodding his head slowly at Seokjin. Jungkook pushed himself back of the wall, and they all filed into the room Jin had opened for them, the tense air consuming them. 

“All right,” Jin started as he closed the door behind them, typing something into the number pad beside it before turning around, locks clicking into place as he turned to address them. “The plan I came up with is going to need a few alterations now,” he paused, his brow furrowed as he thought hard. 

Namjoon and Jungkook busied themselves getting equipment - bulletproof vests - and started handing them out, before sliding them on themselves. 

Yoongi was on edge, his hands and arms shaking as slid his vest on. He had killed before, sure, but never like this. 

The first time was in self-defense. A man trying to mug him coming at him with a knife when he learned Yoongi didn’t have his wallet on him. 

The second time was when someone he sold to had a mental break when Yoongi told him he was out of Xanax, and was forced to shoot him before getting shot. 

The third was with you, when a man broke into his home to take you from him, to take you back to Zeke. 

Now, he didn’t even know how many he’d killed. He spent the past several minutes aiming down the scope of his gun and pulling the trigger. He killed maybe ten? Twenty people? He had no idea, the faces of all of them hidden behind masks and blurring together. 

“They’re here now, only god knows how many there are. We can assume that we took out at least half of them in that hallway, but even then, we have a much bigger problem on our hands than I had initially anticipated.” He paused for a second, before shaking his head, pulling himself from his thoughts. “We’re going to split up, three groups. We’re going to surround the room Y/n’s in now. Yoongi and Jungkook will be the ones to get her, the rest of us clearing the path for them to get the the garage. Hoseok and I will be in front of you, Namjoon and Taehyung will be behind,

“We’re going to take two cars, Yoongi and Jungkook, you’re going to get her, get her to the garage, and into the civic, and then you’re going to wait there. The rest of us will get into a different car and leave first, distracting else to make them think we have her. You’ll leave four minutes later, exactly four minutes, and we’ll meet up at the getaway house, got it Jungkook?” 

Jungkook nods once, and Jin continues. 

“You’ll be as inconspicuous as possible. Drive the speed limit, stay off major roads, make a pitstop at a touristy hotel, and whatever you do, make sure she isn’t seen, am I clear?” Jungkook nods again as he reloads his guns and makes his way over to a door that Yoongi presumes the two of them are about to walk through. 

Hoseok looked scared as Namjoon handed him his gun back reloaded, and pushed him toward Jin, who was getting ready to walk back out the doors they’d entered through. Taehyung followed Namjoon over to a door on the opposite side of the room as Yoongi and Jungkook were, looking much more cold and emotionless than any of the rest of them had ever seen him. 

With his back leaned against the door after everyone had punched a set of numbers into their respective key pads, Jin let a slight sly smirk spread across his almost scarily cocky face. 

“See you on the other side.”

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This is so cute T T

Yoongi: My Darling True

In which opposites attract.

Tags/Warnings: Cat Hybrid!Yoongi, Mouse Hybrid!Reader, Guitarist/Rockstar!Yoongi, Food Blogger!Reader, Opposites attract, Pastel!Reader x Goth!Yoongi, Fluff, Established Relationship, smut but it's only implied

Length: short

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"Hey Tom, your little Jerry is here!" Jungkook teases from the side of the stage, walking closer with you right behind the drummer.

Yoongi himself rolls his eyes at the mockery- however, he quickly becomes soft once you walk up to him to give him a hug, well aware he doesn't like too much PDA. He's always somehow soft for you, even admits it in front of cameras, doesn't see any problem with it.

Although the comments do get old after a while, especially those concerning your hybrid kind and choice of aesthetic.

"I've put your migraine tablets backstage, and some food too." You tell him, and he nods, before he raises one of his brows, tilting your head upwards. "Oh! That's just from the necklace, it got caught in my sweater when I put it on this morning." You reassure him when he inspects the little Bandaid placed over the cut from this morning. He clicks his tongue.

"Don't wear that stupid necklace anymore then." He scolds, while the soundcheck is still in full force around him. "You wanna stay back and wait?" He asks as he adjusts the wires of his in-ear piece. "You should rest a little from all the flying." He suggests.

"Nah, I'm alright." You shake your head, before looking back towards the stage entrance when a callout to Yoongi is made. "Go, I don't wanna keep you away from work now. I'll be in the crowd tonight!" You laugh, but he doesn't seem particularly excited about that.

"You know I hate that." He shakes his head. "I'll talk to the management about a VIP lounge spot."

"But Yoongi~! I can't see you up there!" You complain, making him look at you with his hands crossed.

"You couldn't see me if you stood right at the side of the stage, mousey." He argues. "I don't want you getting hurt. You're either in VIP up there-" He points towards where the viewing point is, "-or you'll stay backstage and watch from the screen." He finalizes.

You pout, and suddenly, Jungkook's laugh rings out from behind you. "Oh~! She's doing the stare!" He jokingly announces with his microphone, making you turn around and smack his chest- something the drummer didn't see coming apparently, as he flinches back from the impact before he runs off laughing together with the rest of the band.

"Do not even try that." Yoongi says however to you and it's clear that he's not going to bow. "Your safety is more important." He tells you, and at that, you nod, albeit a bit disappointed. "Come on now, don't look like that." He tries, tapping the bottom of your chin.

"But I want to see you perform." You complain.

"You see me perform every night in bed though? Got a front row seat-" The guitarist flirts, and you instantly stomp your leg in frustration.

"Yoongi!" You scold.

"True, last time it was on the-" But he doesn't go further than that as you put a hand over his mouth, making him laugh. "Alright alright. But come on, you know what happened last time you were in the crowd."

"Our eyes met and you invited me backstage and you took me on a date and we lived together happily ever after?" You ask, swaying a bit on the spot back and forth, feigning innocence.

"You broke your fucking thighbone because people didn't see you and it wasn't a date it was literally just fast-food in my hotel room because I was terrified you'd sue the shit out of me and my band." He scolds, a more serious look on his face.

"Alright, okay." You mumble more or less. Much to your surprise however, your head is suddenly tilted upwards before a small kiss is placed onto your lips.

"Don't pout. Now go, and send me a text later!" He calls after you when you already dash off away from him, with red cheeks and a happy grin.

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"What are you - when did you even buy all that?" Yoongi chuckles from the bed where he's still laying barely clothed, watching you choose some of the numerous bags of snacks you bought. He can't help but feel his heart soften at the sight of you only in a shirt of his and panties - something about you looking so real and without any makeup or anything feeling oddly domestic to him. "You know, you could've ditched the shirt."

"Yoongi~!" You complain embarrassed, a scolding look on your face. "What if room service knocks or something?" You complain, and he laughs.

"I doubt that they're gonna knock at 3 AM, mousey." He says, arms raised above his head.

"Still!" You shake your head, arms now filled with snacks. "That's.. I don't know." You simply say, taking the remote to zap through the channels of the hotel TV for a movie to watch.

"We literally fucked like ten minutes ago-" he starts, making you suddenly gasp.

"Lalalala- Dont say that out loud what if they hear?!" You whine, and by now his stomach is hurting from laughter.

"Sweetheart if they listen in on us they already know from the way you-" your hand finds his mouth, keeping it shut until he licks the inside of your palm.

"Ew!" You complain with your own giggles now, wiping your hand on his bare tummy.

"What 'Ew'? You weren't saying that when I-" He grins at your playfully angry stare. "Alright alright, I'll stop." He says, instead pulling you close to him as you both lay on the bed together. "I love you." He suddenly tells you, kissing your neck.

"Oooh, listen to those bold words!" You tease, but you're unable to resist his charm. "I love you too, Catboy." You say, making him roll his eyes.

"Oh now you're really getting it!" He playfully growls, manhandling you over to attack you.

All in good nature though.

He'd never hurt his favorite princess.

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Yoongi isn't easy.

He's not a simple man to figure out, goes from quiet to loud in the blink of an eye sometimes. When he's alone with you he's bright and bold, even energetic and culhildish at times, while with the band and on stage he becomes more calm and collected. You've learned by now that it's not a mask he puts on. It's simply the way he is.

He can be gloomy and negative. Won't let anything cheer him up because he just wants and needs to be upset for a bit. It's odd, but you've realized by being together with him that sometimes, being sad and angry is okay. Crying for no reason is fine. Being grumpy and just not wanting to do anything is fine.

In the past, you'd apologize a lot for the simplest things. Accidentally forgetting stuff, misunderstanding his words, or even just arguing over nothing. These days, you don't do it as often.

At the same time, yoongi changed too. He's more careful, more gentle in handling you. He used to misunderstand a lot of your actions, thought you were thinking he couldn't take care of himself when in reality, you were simply trying to share the joy you found in your work with him like he did with you.

And with that, really just came an even deeper feeling than love. Understanding.

Sometimes, you both stay quiet for an entire day. You don't talk at all, and that's fine, because between you and him, it doesn't need words. The world might see you both as odd, as mismatched or as something that could fall apart any minute-

But you both know you're each other's perfect fit.

Opposites attract, after all.

Wait, Little Rabbit! (Part 5)

fluff, angst, smut

Bunny Hybrid (Fem) Reader x Human Seokjin x Dog Hybrids Jimin and Hoseok x Cat Hybrid Yoongi x Wolf Hybrids Namjoon, Taehyung, & Jungkook

NSFW. 18+

Part 1 >  Part 2 > Part 3   > Part 4  > Part 5

Summary: You, a meek little bunny hybrid, find family amongst six predator hybrids and their lovely human caretaker.

Warnings: group sex but like they are all taking turns with y/n, y/n goes into heat, heats hurt until they are taken care of, a little bit of crying, mentions of birth control methods, vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration, throatfucking, Joon’s control kink, heavy d/s dynamics, slight breeding kink even though y/n is on birth control, slight voyeurism, predator/prey dynamics in a sexual context, abandonment issues

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