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Hey mochi! Great to hear that ur back! Right now I'm really craving some hybrid au but I don't know if you write that?? 🤔 If you do how about some ot7 x hybrid reader? If bts are hybrids or not is up to you tho.... So wahr do you think? 💗
"Yoongi hyung?"
Yoongi turned around, staring at the hybrid in front of him. "Y/N-ah..." he groaned, a smile playing on his lips. "I told you to not call me hyung, kitten." The hybrid formed a pout, looking down, to the ground. She did it again, she upset one of her owners, now she was waiting for her punishment.
"P-Pwease don't beat me u-up!" she mumbled, a sob escaping her lips making Yoongi's eyes grow wide. In second two, he left everything he was doing, throwing the lyrics note book on the table and jumping off of his expensive gaming chair, only to wrap his arms around her, tugging her close to his chest. The sobbing hybrid pushed her face on the crook of his neck, pressing her wet of tears face on the skin of it.
Yoongi caressed her hair with gentle moves, trying to shush her, whispering and mumbling praises on her hair, trying to calm down the trembling hybrid as well as he could.
"What is happening?!" Taehyung's eyes widened. Entering the room, he stoped when he spoted his hyung hugging the hybrid they all owned and took care of. Knowing such a sensitive girl she is, Taehyung frowned at Yoongi.
"What? No! I did nothing, Taehyung-ah! " the man said, hugging her closer. "She remembered about her last owner again..." he whispered, making her sob harder and him to sigh.
Taehyung aproched them. "Y/N-ah..." She looked up at him, her face slowly leaving the other man's neck. Taehyung's heart almost broke when he saw her red nose and teary eyes. "Do you want to play with TaeTae???" he asked, in a goofy voice, trying to lift up her mood.
She then slowly nodded her head, her gaze fixed on the floor. "Can I come too?" Jungkook back hugged the hybrid, making her cheeks flush a little, when he pecked the top of her head. "Y-Yesh..." she mumbled softly.
"Aw, isn't she cute when she is baby talking?" Namjoon entered the room, holding a box full of noodle cups. "Oh, hyung!I missed you~ " said Jungkook, making a puppy face, flattering his dark eyelashes. "Yes, Jungkookie. You can have some..." Namjoon said, sighing and rolling his eyes.
Jungkook imediately ran to his favourite hyung (and probably secret crush, but you don't know that from me), leaving Y/N's side. Taehyung then saw the chance to have her all for himself, he was ready to pull her to him, for hugging and protecting her, but another dark hair man came, pulling her to his chest.
"Why is my baby sad?" he whispered, his full of rings fingers playing in her hair, washing her with his perfume, making her blush more. "Jimin-ah." Taehyung scoffed. Jimin stopped making eye contact with her and stared at his soulmate. "We were going to cuddle and play, now, if you don't mind us-
But he couldn't finish his sentence because someone got between them, a mess of light brown hair and bright colours. Was it screaming rainbow running on the halls of their house?! No it was Hoseok, running away of a mad Seokjin.
"Yah! Jung Hoseok! I told you to keep your Sprite away of my expensive car! You are gonna pay for it! Come here!" He was quick to follow him, making the others laugh and face palm.
Even the hybrid smiled, forgeting about her previous owner, the way he used to beat her up and use her, forgeting all the pain, because now she had a family.
Of course, they were fully crackheads, but at least they were her family.
Author's note: HIII!! @xctvme back to business!!! Hi, cutie pie! 💜 I loved it! You don't know how much I waited for someone to request hybrid au ^^ It's personally my favourite au!!! I hope you like it!! Stay safe!!! ♡
Mommy Virgin
Hybrid! Alpha! Baby daddy! Bunny! Jungkook X Pregnant! Human! Chubby reader (wow, what a mouth full.)
Babydaddy au, CEO au, hybrid au, sperm banks, Jungkook has a short temper because I think it’s 🥵...😳..Anyway...Enjoy.....
“Hyung!” A Lovely Afternoon turned hectic upon the arrival of another Ceo member; he ducked and dodged, swiftly weaving through the crowd at the entrance. “ Hyung! Seokjin!”
Coming up to the security gates, He swore under his breath, realizing he had left his ID at home; luckily, He had enough momentum to hop up and over the gates. “ I'm sorry!” He apologized to security while speeding by.
“Hyung!” He pushed open his hyung's doors.
Perfect, not one but two hyungs. “ We heard you causing a ruckus downstairs, Bunny Boy-,”
“I'm a dad!” He exclaimed from the top of his lungs
A cloud of confusion filled the office, followed by stunted silence.
“What!!”
What an intro, huh?
Introducing Our male lead, Jeon Jungkook, An Alpha Rabbit Hybrid. Yep, An Alpha bunny- but not just any breed of bunny; a Giant Flemish Lop; a large bunny with enough strength to tear apart most hardware materials and speed to leave a car in the dust. And being an alpha only enhances his abilities.
Unfortunately, the females of his species have a deadly immune disorder causing them to die quickly from illnesses. His species has deteriorated through the past decade.
Jeon Jungkook is a part of an endangered species.
Jungkook's solution involved donating his sperm to a sperm bank; being eighteen then, He didn't think thoroughly of the representations, and now, well over a decade. He receives his punishment...with a smile?
The two hyungs observed the brittle paper. “For-fucks-sakes, Jungkook. Why the hell is your office so disgusting?” Namjoon scoffed at the scattered blankets and empty ramenyeon bowls. “Did you spend the night in here?”
“No, that's from last week.” Jungkook shrugged off the looks of disgust with a slight head tilt.
“Ewww.” Seokjin adjusted his distance.
“I was in the middle of cleaning up.” Jungkook pointed out to Jin before turning to Namjoon. “ So I started on this pile beside the fax machine..I didn't even know I had one.”
“Despite the dust on the paper, The document was dated a month ago.” Namjoon arched his brow at the snags along the sides. For those curious kittens who want to know.
Kim Namjoon (A Doggy Hybrid)
A pure bred labrador retriever minus the human DNA- Sharp as a tack, A born-leader, as handsome as they come, and melts for belly rubs.
Kim Seokjin (A Mouse Hybrid)
He’s a dormouse to be exact and He’s…Jin Shrugs
"We have to see her.” An unfamiliar sensation fueled Jungkook's curiosity and insanity from Namjoon’s Pov
Seokjin laughed, slapping Namjoon’s shoulder. “He's crazy! He-He thinks he can just find her.” Jin 's tears rolled down his rosey cheeks.
Namjoon is often empathic; I mean, he's half-dog; being therapeutic is in his blood. “Listen, Bun; I understand this is important to you, but-” He humorlessly chuckled. “ We-We are lacking in vital documentation on who this woman is or -”
Jungkook's racing heartbeat drowns Namjoon’s panic voice of reasoning, occasionally tuning back in now and again for keywords. Shit. He’s right. Drifting off his headspace for a second, too, he retrieves his answer in the form of a person.
“Or if she's still with child-.”
“Hobi Hyung.” Jungkook interrupted.
Namjoon’s blood ran cold.
“Where?!” Jin startled himself enough to take shelter behind the couch. “I thought he was in prison?!”
“He is; Hyung, Please calm down,you will alarm our co-workers ” Namjoon claimed, opening a window. “What are you bringing up his name for?” His tail curiously curved.
“ Because I might have to get my hands dirty." He smirked, " Don't follow me, Hyung " He teased, dashing out the office door.
Surprise! This was teaser/test? This is my first time trying to hop on the Hybrid AU train so if you like it please let me know and I will happily make more! Please like it 🫶🏽
A thought I felt like sharing.. snake hybrid min yoongi x mouse hybrid reader where yoongis mum walks in on him about to go down on her but he’s being a tease: “Don’t play with your food, son.”
I'm sorry I'm so late, I don't really expect anybody at actually talk to me so I never check lol I got like 2 more I think... I feel so loved. 🥰
I can't imagine Yoongi being anything other than a cat. Like, look at him. Little Kitty meow meow ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ. Smutty...kinda? Just beware, okay.
But a mouse hybrid seems perfect for a sadistic kitten like meow meow. I see him needing a collar not for domestication but for ✨ fashion ✨, honey. Anyway you the unlucky pip squeak got the sassy feline as a partner for project at work. In fear of being cut loose you played along...fighting through any trial he throws your way. No matter how * gulps * scary the threat -
You can't tell if he's purring or growling; it's a difficult call since his voice is so deep. “Hello, Minnie” speaks of the devil. He purred, using his long slender tail as a lasso to reel you into his chest where he commanded, excuse me, proposing the idea of having you for lunch with his parents. " Huh?! Speak up!" Yoongi teased, obnoxiously raising his voice over yours.
" I'm busy!" you squeaked out .
Your bluff was challenged.
" Oh yeah," He darkly chuckled, lowering his cherry lips to the curve of your round ear. "I'm sure your vibrator needs a little break, don't you think?".
You expected his parents to have somewhat more class than their son, but, indeed, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. When you arrive in yoongi's arms, his parents are over the moon at the way you cling to their son out of fear. You didn't realize the restaurant’s clientele is mainly cats.
"She's gorgeous, Yoongi." His mother purred, fluttering her ears. " but there's no point in being here if you bring your lunch." she chuckled as Yoongi did earlier. Like mother like son.
" Mother. " He scolded, flicking his tail before turning towards you. "you know how greedy I can be." those large green eyes fell on yours, occupying you from discovering his large hand creeping up to squeeze your ass.
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A Place Called Home (Series Masterlist)
Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU?, Soulmate AU, romance, fluff, humour
Pairing: OT7 x Reader
Characters: vet!reader, Arcticfox!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Goldenretriever!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Calicocat!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Rabbit!Jungkook
Summary: Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 11.5 (FLASHBACK)
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
EPILOGUE
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Drabble List
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(Reader x OT7)(HYBRID! Reader)(HYBRID! Bts)
Summary: to Seokjin, Home consists of his human partners Namjoon and Hoseok as well as their Hybrids; the pups- named Taehyung and Jimin, their black cat- called Yoongi, and their foxboy- called Jungkook. Together they have the happiest family possible, everyone loves everyone equally.
So what happens when Namjoon finds you? a cat hybrid, beaten close to death left alone in an alleyway on the coldest night of the year? He takes you home, shows you his family, and together they teach you what love can be like.
PART 1: US BEFORE YOU ➺ a fox comes to stay.
PART 2: CAN I LAY BY YOUR SIDE ➺ bringing you home.
PART 3: HOLD ME TIGHT ➺ love requires some getting used to.
EPILOGUE ➺ Kits and kids.
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Calico || 01
word count; 2k
paring; jimin x reader, jungkook x reader
genre; fluff, angst | hybrid au
summary; after an incident, you’ve somehow acquired a cat hybrid, and with him a dog hybrid, who makes a grand entrance into your life. the problem? you don’t know how to take care of them.
warnings; none
a/n; I’m a softie for hybrid aus, hence this new series. I really hope you guys enjoy, even though this is actually a really short chapter! I wanted to write something a little lighter since I’ve been down lately but yea, enjoy!
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‘Order for table 8’
Walking to the kitchen area, you let out a sigh. Table 8 had been causing you a headache today. Five boys and a girl - who you felt very sorry for based on the way she looked uncomfortable - had occupied the table for about half an hour now. They’d taken to complaining in your ear about every little thing that they could find.
Not only had they complained about how they had to wait so long for their drinks, or the fact the tables weren’t clean - which was complete bullshit because you yourself had cleaned every goddamn table around - they went as far as to comment on your appearance and things you did. You were slowly beginning to lose patience with the group, and you usually had a lot of that to spare.
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Choco Bun | masterpost
— Summary: When you moved to Korea after finishing college to continue pursuing latte art and baking, the last thing you were expecting was to open up your very own coffee shop under BTS Corp, Korea’s biggest entertainment service company for idols, models, singers, and more. Thanks to your hard work, creativity, and approachable personality you managed to become friendly with some pretty big named individuals as well as up and coming talent. As exciting and fun as it was for you, you slowly began to realize how much your 7 bosses weren’t particularly fond of this, acts of jealousy, pettiness, and aggression poking through in the most unsuspecting of ways. But what could 7 big named dragons want with a little foreign bunny?
HYBRID TYPES: Reader-Bunny Namjoon-Earth Dragon Jin-Water Dragon Yoongi-Moon (Dark) Dragon Hoseok-Sun (Light) Dragon Jimin-Wind Dragon Taehyung-Ice Dragon Jungkook-Fire Dragon
— Pairing: ceo!mythical hybrid!bts x poc!curvy!hybrid!coffee shop owner!reader
— Genre: fluff / poly!au / ceo!au / hybrid!au / mafia!au (if you squint)
— Status: Ongoing
— Warnings: office bullying (verbal and physical), blood, violence, murder, insecurities, anxiety, hurt/comfort, sexual tension, sexual harassment, implied smut, eventual smut
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Prologue
Chapter 1: Choco Cream
Chapter 2: Choco Pudding
Chapter 3: Choco Fudge
Chapter 4: Choco Tart
Chapter 5: Choco Chip
Chapter 6: Choco Brownie
Chapter 7: Choco Pie
Chapter 8: Choco Syrup
Chapter 9: Choco Truffle
Chapter 10: Choco Cake
Epilogue
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Eunoia // Masterlist
eunoia (noun): beautiful thinking, the possession of a well-balanced mind, which exhibits goodwill and kindness
Pairings: Hybrid! BTS x reader
Summary: You are a world famous director and you have dedicated your life to your job.You have everything you could ever dream of; wealth, recognision, talent, your friends and family. But loneliness ins’t cured by success. So what happens when you somehow rescue seven hybrids? Can they fill the void?
Genre: Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, eventual smut
Warnings: past abuse, past sexual abuse
Part I
✧ Chapter 1
✧ Chapter 2
✧ Chapter 3
✧ Chapter 4
✧ Chapter 5
✧ Chapter 6
Part II
✧ Chapter 7
✧ Chapter 8
✧ Chapter 9
✧ Chapter 10
Part III
✧ Chapter 11
✧ Chapter 12
✧ Chapter 13
✧ Chapter 14
✧ Chapter 15
✧ Chapter 16
Part IV
✧ Chapter 17
✧ Chapter 18
✧ Chapter 19
✧ Chapter 20
Part V
✧ Chapter 21
✧ Chapter 22
✧ Chapter 23
✧ Chapter 24
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Loving You isn’t Hard to Learn
genres: hybrid, romance, poly, found family, slow burn(ish) series rating: mature (mentions of/references to death and abuse. eventual smut) relationship(s): ot7 x female reader status: ongoing
In the middle of what many would call nowhere, a sign glows bright yellow. Old, unmaintained, and on its last legs, the letter e flickers for a few seconds before going dark. H aven’s Door Motel, it now reads.
chapter index: prologue | one | two | three | four
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In the middle of the night...(BTS×Reader) | Prologue
Pairing: Ot7 × Reader (Fem! Reader), Ot7 × Ot7
[Y/N! Domestic cat-Panther hybrid, Jungkook! Werewolf-vampire hybrid, Namjoon! Werewolf hybrid, Taehyung! Bear Hybrid, Jin! Werewolf hybrid, Suga! Jaguar hybrid, Jimin! Husky hybrid, Jhope! Fox hybrid]
Summary: Y/N is a Domestic cat-panther hybrid imprisoned by a psychotic animal-tester/researcher. By who? Why? Nobody knows. She somehow manages to escape by an mistake he made during a experiment resulting a huge fire. What will happen when 7 complete strange men find her?
Genre: Hybrid au!, Werewolf au!, Mates au!, Soulmates au!, Mentions of a/b/o, Secret Agent au, Supernatural, Fluff, angst, 18+, strangers×lovers, poly relationship.
!Warnings!: Anxiety, panick attacks, suicidal/destructive thoughts, (mentions of) abuse, mentiones of death and blood, (mentiones of) violence, Possessive behaviour, insecurity/self doubts, trust and abandonment issues, use of mature language (cursing), (much eventual?) smut.
Status: Ongoing
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Prologue
Will I ever find my “home” ? You thought to yourself softly caressing your torn-injured ear. You relief at the fact that he isn't here right now, your stomach making a grumbling sound from being hungry, you get up but sit back down as soon as hear footsteps.
“Is my kitten hungry?” He coos making you cringe as he enters slowly in a "surprising" motion. He crouches down to you level to pet but you silently growl in the warning, glaring at him. You couldn't use your claws or your mouth to attack or bite him because of the muzzle he had put on your mouth. You didn't quite understand what he said but hated that word, “kitten”. Because of him. You didn't know how to eat nor to speak. Yeah, that's very shocking but the real reason is that you were never taught or been parented or taken care of like that. You barely knew language neither to eat, he kept you in a basement, which was almost pitch white, with the litter-bucket and normal restroom. He never let you get out of the room unless it was to his lab. You've tried to scream and even escape but he somehow always found you and that's when you realised that you weren't in an area where any human could ever rescue you. He had his lab in a wild junglee area, you tried to escape (not a long ago) when he wasn't in the lab and that day he was out of town to buy his laboratory equipments. You ran as fast as you can but ended up crashing with his own car. That day he tortured you alot, he beat you but didn't kill you because he knew he needed you for his research and experiments
You felt absolutely helpless and pathetic not being able to attack or protect yourself. You still never accepted or "got used" to his abusive or rather (emotionally) manipulative behaviour towards you. You'd rather die, be killed by him for not "obeying" him rather than just let him mistreat/abuse you like a freaking toy.
You tried to stand up once again just to stumble upon the wall again, you were starved for almost a week now. He did give you some treats in between but they barely satisfied your hunger. You would often start hoping and bouncing seeing those little treats in his hands, sometimes maybe too much and that's also kinda the reason how you got your ear ripped. You once jumped on him being too excited and hungry hearing his footsteps and sound of the plastic cover of treats causing him to trip and drop all his “stuff” for his experiment.
“Aww don't worry just today, you'll be absolutely fucking useless after tomorrow” He spits out with that sly smile still plastered on his face as he leans in to kiss your forehead. You jolt away in shock hissing loudly crawling away from him, you practically went ran cold when he suddenly grabbed you by your neck. Helplessly, you freeze not being able to make single sound.
He tightens his grip on your neck making you shake as tears form in your eyes. He abruptly hurls you causing you to hit your jaw on the wall harshly, also feeling a stinging pain in your spine. He throws an empty beer bottle at you which hits you right at your tail making you wince at the feeling of glass pieces piercing your fur then skin.
“You little bitch! I'm surprised that you are still fighting me but do as you want, you're gonna be useless to me after that anyways.” He snorts taking out his lighter and a cigarette and lighting it up with a cigarette dangling between his lips. He deeply exhales letting the smoke travel in your direction making it more harder to breath then it already was.
You wince when you feel him pressing his cigarette at your injured ear, “oww, are you in pain kitten?” He asks wickedly which you answer by continuous meowing due to pain but he just flashes you a wicked-satisfied smile and traces the cigarette down your second ear too.
“Well that's what you get for protesting and going against me fucking again and again and again!” You wrap your tail around yourself in a protective motion waiting for him to go. He does sometimes hit you but it only like slapping you, all this time he hasn't killed you yet and thrown you or buried you somewhere because of one reason. He's keeping you solely because you're a part of his experiment, not because he cares about you; he's far too selfish for that.
Words like “experiment”, “eat/food”, “bitch”, “kitten”, “weak bitch”, etc and more words like these were the only one you knew and understood. They were the ones you heard most often. You didn't deserve any of that, you weren't a child yet what at that young age you or any child supposed to hear were words and sentences like, “love”, “care”, “You matter”, “I love you” and not such harsh, bitter and painful words.
He gets up scoffing tossing his cigarette towards you making causing you to panic and aggressively shift in your place. He finally leaves and a wave of relief rushed through your body letting it relax a bit. It doesn't last very long though, you slowly wrap your tail around yourself for comfort which doesn't really works but it still helps, slowly caressing it. You whimper recalling whatever just happened right now. Truth to be told, you never really cared of what he thinks or says about you but those harsh words were still enough to affect you, to make you feel like dying, to make you feel like “Am I really that pathetic and worthless?”....to make you feel like you really did deserve all this.
Do I deserve this? Will I ever escape this hell? Him?
You question yourself again, too lost in your thoughts to notice that your pain was almost numb now. Your eyelids getting heavier each second before finally losing yourself in darkness and yet again, you couldn't help but hope you do not wake up into this horrible nightmare again, to hope for all this to end. ——————————————————————
“Hyung I can't catch up to the data! There's no freaking clue?” Taehyung yells frustratingly, stretching his arms.
“Tae, you have to inspect harder. There has to be something!” Namjoon claims, his jaw tight as he stares at the screen.
“Joonie, I'm trying...there aren't any data, information or literally anything and I-I am a bit tired” Taehyung says hesitantly not wanting to anger Alpha more than he already is. He lay his head on the desk sighing. He feels someone crawl into his lap, slightly nipping at the side of his neck, realising it was his mate. Jimin.
“I know tae. We all are tired! But you know how serious this is, we cannot slack off in this type of situation.” He shouts causing Jimin to adjust slightly in Tae's lap. Namjoon didn't want to lash out at his mates like that and he's regretting it alot. Pack has been alot stressed and messed up recently because of the mission they're re-investigating.
“Joonie, calm down. We can all sort this out, right? Let's not fight about this.” Jimin's reassuring voice interrupting them helping them calm down as Namjoon takes a deep breath nodding and giving Taehyung a apologetic look which he just replies by a his big boxy-smile.
Arguments, raising their voices/being yelled at, or loud noises were never pleasant or easy for Jimin to deal with. They always reminded him of his severe trauma and the same feeling and panic of things going wrong, things messed up that they (his pack) wouldn't be able to sort it out. Overthinking; but he couldn't help it. He couldn't help the fear of his mates falling apart. Knowing his trauma, the pack made every effort to avoid fighting, raise their voices, or at the very least keep Jimin away if they did. Regardless of how hard they tried to hide it, Jimin could always tell when they were upset or fighting, in a way, Jimin was just too familiar with this type of situation to not notice. Perhaps this explains why he is the one member that always makes sure everyone is okay; It was also a part of his personality (as in behaviour/characteristics of a husky) He would always try to cheer up and comfort his members when they're stressed. Regardless of his reassuring and uplifting personality, he's just as protective of his mates. He wouldn't wait a second to rip someone in pieces if they dare to touch his mates.
“Dinner is ready~!” Jin yells from the kitchen. His high pitched voice making Namjoon raise his eyebrows and close his eyes as he makes a *done* expression dramatically.
“Kim Namjoon stop making that expression–” Jin scowls, leaning at the end of the door with his hands crossed over his chest. Namjoon couldn't help but let his gaze fall from toe to head, checking him out.
“Woahh~Joon hyung is checking Jin hyung out!” Taehyung teases Namjoon causing Jimin to giggle making Taehyung laugh too. Namjoon rolls his eyes smiling and biting his lips as Jin huffs. They're too whipped for each other to genuinely fight or argue, no matter how often they bicker.
“Jin hyung why didn't you add eggs in ramen?!” They snap their heads to the direction where noise came from. Jungkook.
“We don't have eggs!” Jin yells back.
“WHAT? Jin hyung how can you not buy eggs!” Jungkook whines making jin roll his eyes and take a deep breath to calm himself down.
“It's not like you're gonna die if you don't eat eggs one day, you ungrateful brat!” Jin yells stomping his foot walking away as Jimin, Taehyung and Namjoon burst out laughing.
“And you guys! Dinner. is. ready. for. the. last. time. hurry. up. And jimin? Wake Yoongi up” Jin stops midway turning back with narrowed eyes. Jimin nods pecking Taehyung before getting up rushing to Yoongi's room.
“Namjoon!”
“Hey hyung–” Taehyung gets up smiling, stretching his as he sees Hoseok entering but quickly shuts up by the anxious expression plastered over his face.
“I got call from headquarters” He pants out.
“What?” Yoongi asks. His eyes squinted from still being half-awake and his hair all messed up with Jimin clinging onto his back; Yoongi giving him a piggyback ride.
Yoongi make his way to Hoseok giving him a peck on lips, Jimin tilting his head with a pout on his lips as Hoseok pecks him too.
“Hobi, call from headquarters?” Namjoon reminds him as Hoseok nods ruffling his hair, seeking for some comfort. He was exhausted too.
“Guys, how 'bout we discuss while eating?” Taehyung suggests hesitantly, stealing a glance from Namjoon to catch his reaction. Namjoon felt terrible seeing his beloved mate fearful and cautious in his presence. Taehyung knew how to forgive, so he didn't take things personally (most of the time), especially with his mates, but Namjoon still felt horrible.
Namjoon nods in reply, hugging Tae and giving him an apologetic kiss on forehead but Taehyung pouts pointing at his lips.
All of them enter kitchen to see Jungkook feeding Jin who is playing a game on his Nintendo.
“Took you guys long enough” Jin mutters, his eyes still on his game eating the last bite Jungkook fed him.
“okay let's eat dinner now, I'll re-heat the food. Go and wash your hands.” He says taking the ramen bowl and wiping the sauce off Jungkook's lips, putting his video game away.
“Dinner? You guys were already eating though.” Yoongi mutters rolling his eyes, playfully.
“It's not the same hyung!” Jungkook complains, Jin nodding in agreement.
They all settle on the dining table, Taehyung and Namjoon already digging in, he lets out a moan because of how delicious food was, looking at Jin while chewing his food.
“So...I got a call from headquarters, and they said they discovered certain files and reports from our latest mission's lawsuit from some years ago.” Hoseok clarifies.
“That could be very helpful to our investigation.” Namjoon replies.
“However, Joon...do you believe that investigation will be of any use? I mean, there are a lot of other cases out there that are actually quite significant, so what if this one is just a waste of our time?” Hoseok asks, unsure of himself.
“I think he's right...” Jin adds, agreeing.
“Guys, can you explain me what we're looking into again?” Namjoon inquires, oblivious to the fact that he isn't looking up.
“What?” Jungkook questions at Alpha's strange demand.
“Explain why we're investigating this matter and what case we're looking into. It has been 3 months. Why have we been working our asses off for the past three months? Are you people tired of receiving no hints, no clues, nothing? Is it something you'd prefer to give up now, when you guys were the most determined to look into this case? We have two more months and I won't give up till then.” Namjoon grips his chopsticks firmly. He was extremely worn out, but he refused to give up because he felt something was seriously wrong, but no one was noticing it yet.
“You know, babe, that's not how it works. We've been putting in the same amount of effort as you. But what if the thing we're striving for doesn't exist at all? That it was, in the end, nothing more than a misunderstanding, an wrong point of view towards something? or...coincidence?” Jin gripping his hand in reassurance tries to explain quietly.
“but hyung, there have been a series of feline deaths, as well as numerous cases of injured domestic cats and a fire at a feline care/adoption centre. It isn't position that it's just a coincidence or that we're looking at things incorrectly?" Yoongi raises his voice, drawing everyone's attention to him.
It can't be coincidence or just “nothing” at all. So many hybrid attacks and deaths, most of them are aimed towards felines, particularly domestic cats. Bangtan were handed over this case to re-investigate and take up the case when a fire broke out at the hybrid facility recently. It turns out that this case has been investigated before, but for unclear reasons, it was denied. This occurred approximately 6-7 years ago, when an excessive number of injured and dead jaguars, panthers, Lynx, and cheetahs (etc, in conclusion the attacks were mostly targeted towards feline species) were discovered in the forest. The Wildlife Association presumed it was the result of failed hunts, fights, tornadoes, and earthquakes that took place between those years, and it proceeded for another couple of years, but the Chief Manager of the Wildlife Association; Bang Si-Hyuk knew something was up and decided to turn the case over to Bangtan for further investigation. Despite the fact that Bangtan are struggling to find a lead in their investigation, the government has declared that if they do not make progress within next 2 months, the case would be drawn over.
Jin stays silent for some time before nodding looking at other guys who were nodding too.
“Maybe we just need to investigate it more thoroughly? Something is terribly serious, and that's why we haven't succeeded in getting a fucking clue yet!" Yoongi yells.
"The headquarters transferred a copy of the law suit's files and documents." When Hoseok speaks up, Taehyung hurriedly rises and places his dish in the sink.
“Send me the files” he says to Hoseok wiping his hands on the nearby handkerchief.
“What– why?” Hoseok questions.
“I'll print them, it'll be easier to get through them that way” Taehyung says, his chest puffing out proudly with a cheeky smile. He takes a seat next to Namjoon as namjoon proudly pets him behind his ear before he gets up rushing to print out the documents.
“Tae, hyung has regained his brain back after eating.” Jungkook comments, chuckling making all of them laugh. Jimin puts on a movie as all of them plop down on the couches. Jin, Hoseok, Jimin and namjoon on one, Taehyung, Yoongi on other while Jungkook is basically lying down on the floor.
“It feel like home now.” Seokjin says making his way to the pack with tray of ice cream as the pack let out a smile of adoration.
Hoseok quickly picks up the mint-choco, taking a bite making Namjoon scrunch his nose. “What! Don't make faces on my ice cream.” Hoseok yell, totally offended.
“Yoongi, Why would you waste money on this when we already have some toothpaste and nobody except Hoseok like mint-choce anyways–” Jin joins Namjoon, teasing Hoseok as well. Hoseok huffs turning his head away from them with a adorable pout on his face. Jimin side hugs him giving him a peck on his shoulder and then cheek.
Hoseok takes a spoon holding it out for yoongi. “Me?” Yoongi asks.
“Yes, You. You bought it for me so I'll share with you too.” He says.
“I-” yoongi tries to protest but Hoseok pouts, pretending to be dissatisfied and unhappy, taking his hand back, but Yoongi stops him by grabbing his hand and taking a bite.
“Kook, we have space. You can sit here.” Taehyung asks Jungkook but he just hums in denial.
“Did you like it? It wasn't that bad, right??” Hoseok asks expecting a positive response.
“It was actually pretty good. I like it. Just like you” He winks at him.
"I'm going out to paint," Jungkook announces as he stands up.
“Now? But it's late at night... That was very sudden of you," Taehyung worries.
“Just say that you stayed up late whole night playing games with Jimin, slept whole day and now you're not sleepy” Jin exposes him with his eyes squinted. Tae glances at Jimin at his mention to find him sleeping with his head on Hoseok's lap and legs over Namjoon and Jin's lap. The reason Jin is upset isn't because he doesn't like them playing video games or staying up late; it's because they're very busy and sometimes force themselves so hard, while on missions, investigations, or inspections that they don't even take time to rest. This worried Jin. He doesn't want his mates to be sick. The pack should rest when they have free time rather than ruining their already messed-up sleeping schedule. You'll hear Jin yelling, nagging, cracking his dad jokes and his high pitched squeaky laughter all day long but he's the one who is constantly pursuing members, telling them that they need to eat, sleep, and take care of themselves. His laughter and smile may deceive you, yet he would smile while suffering, just for the sake of his mates; he would die for them.
"Jin hyung! I know you love me, but your love language is pretty mean. And I'm very bored! there's nothing much you can do at the almost edge of the this jungle either." Jungkook complains half whining and sighs with a mischievous pouts on his face but Jin just rolls his eyes in response, too used to this.
For instance, they are currently staying at a farmhouse near the jungle's border, which is owned by the government for the comfort and safety of wild animals and hybrids. Except for jungle management employees and wildlife veterinarians, no humans are allowed inside. They personally requested that the government and the wildlife association allow them to stay at the closest house to the jungle as, according to their research, the deaths of cats and feline hybrids began in the jungle. They often need to drive to city to investigate Hybrid and Feline care centers and to submit their progress and data reports too. They don't have permit to examine within the forest yet, but they're working on it.
Jin throws a jacket which lands across Jungkook's face before saying “Wear this, it's cold outside.”
“Aww Jinnie is being cute! I love you!” Jungkook exclaims mischievously before running out.
“Do you think it's ok? Him alone outside?” Yoongi asks, already half asleep.
"It's okay, even if something occurs, you know how good of a fighter he is," Jin says, quite unsure himself.
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You awaken with the sensation of being carried. You yelp out, a searing sting in your body returning, everything coming back, those images crystal clear in your mind; tears threatening to fall yet again.
"I see, you're awake. The real experiment will begin now. All these years I've spent...they will all pay off now. All this years of my hard labor...and finally; Today.” He says laying you down on the strecher and then tying the ropes to your hands, you struggle in the ropes but wince painfully, failing because of your already existing bruises from usual struggling you did everytime he tied you like this. You see him wearing gloves while preparing a syringe, the same shiver running through your body. You never liked those sharpe piercing things. In fact, you hated every single thing in here. You aggressively shake your head as he comes closer to you, injecting the syringe making you cry out.
“Tsk, so pathetic; just like your mother.” He grits out sarcastically. He removes your muzzle forcing some liquid in your mouth, making you slightly gag. You would mostly spit it out when he's not looking but this time he just stood there until you fully swallowed it. He kneels down and glances up at you with a smirk to see your reaction as he injects the syringe collecting and transferring your blood in a blood collecting cube/bottle.
He stands up quickly transferring your blood into a test tube before putting some drops with dropper on the glass plate under microscope and checking his papers making sure everything is going as per the procedure. He then proceeds to add your blood in the flask, already filled with some strange chemical placed over Bunsen burner, he glances around as if looking for something but sighing when he doesn't find what he's looking for. He rushes out of the lab, muttering swear words; a weird odour draws your attention to the counter station, forcing you to peek at it. your eyes widen when you see little flames and smoke pouring out of the flask. The fire just extending reacting with the all alcohol materials and chemicals. You wanted to shout, but you didn't have the energy, and the "scientist" was taking longer than expected. The destructive thoughts blurred your head once again (you could hear him yelling on the phone but were too absorbed to notice) and for some reason you didn't want to scream, didn't want to be saved, but wouldn't it be better? It'll all come to an end now. The entire lab was filled with smoke, making it nearly impossible to see your surroundings and suffocating you. You start to cough loudly when suddenly the he finally enters, he couldn't help but gasp noticing what the fuck is going on.
“No, no, no! shit wait–” he half-whines hurt to see his "hard labour" in fire like this as he looks at the situation but gets interrupted by his own coughs.
“You little shit! Did you do something?!” He rushes to your side harshly grabbing your jaw wondering if you free(d) yourself and tried to mess with this. You whimper in his grip, realising this was the damn reason you might just wanted to die in this fire. He yanks you off rushing back to “fix” the mess, as you start coughing loudly.
“FUCK- NO!” He screams, wincing in pain for getting burnt, almost touching the flames. You close your eyes and stop struggling with ropes.
"Please, my darling, never give up. If you ever feel like giving up or that things are getting too difficult for you, remember that I'll always be with you."
Those words echoing inside your head cause you to jerk your head up, but you are pulled back down due to ropes. You didn't understand what they meant but you could still hear them in your dreams; you didn't recognise the voice or the person's face, but every time you tried to recall their face, all you saw was an unidentified yet familiar face of a woman, and unexpectedly, both the words and the face brought you some comfort each time.
You check around to see whether he's still around; fortunately, he wasn't. You immediately untie yourself using your teeth, and after some time, you've loosen it enough that you can at least take your hands out. Your heart was hammering wildly against your chest that you thought it was going to jump out of your body.
You sit up and take a deep breath, but the hesitancy, worry, and fear remain. You knew this could be your only chance to escape, and you should be running your ass off right now, so why aren't you? You can't help but worry about the consequences, and no matter how hard you try to ignore it, the anxiousness remains. What if he tracks you down? What if he beats you the same way he did before? Again, you could die from starvation, an accident, or shit, but not from being murdered by him.
I need to do this. You tell yourself. If you don't act now, either, you may not survive to do so, or may not be able to escape this hell anyway even if you are "saved." You coughed again, pressing your shut which were burning due to smoke. You begin to walk cautiously, one hand shielding your eyes from the smoke and the other navigating through it. You let out a silent scream, flinching abruptly, your heart dropping down to your knees as if someone had just squeezed the damn life out of you. No, this is exactly what you were afraid of.
“You can't run away from me, not yet kitten.” He rasps out, gripping your ankle to prevent you from running away. You fight in his grip, trying to kick his hand away but he chuckles. “Kitten got some guts, huh? Go ahead, you're a weak pathetic anyway. How far will you go, either you'll be dead somewhere or else I'll find you.” His grip now on your forearm, holding you tightly as he gets up supporting on your weak body as you keep struggling against him. Even if didn't understand what he said, yet those humiliating words didn't fail to make you feel worthless and miserable which you weren't; somewhere deep inside your heart, that voice of innocent, delicate little 6 year old girl still says you aren't worthless, pathetic or a weak bitch, that you didn't deserve any of this.
You felt the same rage as he spewed crap about you, labelled you "pathetic," and then expected you to remain silent and cry like you always did....but you didn't this time. You didn't even realize that when you scratched him right across the cheek, causing him to tumble back due to the force of your attack, you were stunned and froze in your place. You, on the other hand, were not disappointed neither did you regret it, just amazed by your actions. Instead, you accepted the risk, running right away. Your Panther vision enabling you to see through the smoke in the dark.
You scream as a sharp edge shard pierces your heel and bare foot, worsening the pain. You didn't seem to stop this time because you couldn't let him catch you at all costs. You kept running till you caught sight of a window. You felt yourself transforming into your cat body/form, and it felt good and free in a way you couldn't put into words. You groan a little as you discover that every window is locked, so you have no choice but to take a few steps back before sprinting as fast as you can, breaking the glass surface and finally making it out, ignoring the pain in your heel. Right now, all you could think about was getting out of here.
As the dried leaves crinkle around you, you stumble and fall off a cliff. You finally came to a halt when you hit a tree and struggled to get up. Right now, starvation is really striking you. You finally managed to rise and begin running, hoping to catch a glimpse of humanity. You didn't know how much longer you'd be able to keep your eyes open and your throat dry as hell, and all the injuries on your body, including a torn ear, an injured heel, and several other wounds, cuts, and bruises didn't help either, but just made things worse for you. You couldn't believe how swiftly you were moving; in terms of your physical appearance, you just displayed the body of a domestic cat, but your power and abilities? The impact of your single attack, your night vision, and your speed? They exhibited none of the traits of a "domestic cat."
Your own abilities and power was incredibly new to you, your freedom. You never had chance to see what really world was like except of that 4 wall (ed) prison-like chamber and a big white room with too many distant and strange things made of glass; never knew what affection felt like except agonizing humiliation, cruel abuse and absolute torture in. all. ways. Worst thing you can ever takeaway from a living creature is their freedom. There's nothing a creature will be desperate for, more than freedom, you can never understand it unless you've experienced it yourself, what some hybrids and animals go through all the time.
You came across an unlocked fence with a bizarre notice pinned above it that you couldn't read or understand, as usual. You hid behind a huge tree and watched two humans as they chat. You gently began to come out from behind the tree, relief and excitement washed over you finally at the sight of humans, but you quickly stepped back, afraid once more. Guns, they had guns; each of them. Right now, you were on the forest's exit point, where trucks and big goods vehicles were delivering necessary supplies such as medical supplies for veterinarians, and so on. When and how did you first come across guns that it made you this terrified? Why? You had no idea, but they were making you nervous. You step out, sprinting off without any second thoughts as soon as you watch them disappear thinking no one saw you. But oh dear, you were so wrong.... -------------------------------------------------
“Finally” Jungkook sighs looking at his “masterpiece”. He chuckled to himself being proud. He picks his painting in one hand, the paint in other and the paint brush dangling between his mouth, he ended up getting it on his nose because he kept playing with brush, wiggling it between his teeth.
“Yoongi hyung?” Jungkook questions in shock. Yoongi never really compromised his sleep but he was left in shock after seeing Yoongi this late sleeping on the couch, when he's usually asleep.
“Sugar...??” Jungkook whispers against his ear, kneeling down. Jungkook gave this name to yoongi a long ago when he was newly bonded with the pack. He gave this nickname because yoongi is really pale and looks like “Sugar”, he doesn't use that name on daily basis but still likes to tease him because yoongi forbid him not to call him that even though he secretly likes it which later on also became his code name but without the r; Suga. He chuckles softly, playing with his hair leaning in to kiss his forehead but a loud gunshot ringing across the whole house causing him to flinch abruptly.
“Jungkookie!” Yoongi jolts awake hastily ending up hitting Jungkook on his chin with his forehead. He immediately sits up hugging Jungkook not giving him chance to stand as he was still seated on the floor, his protective beta taking over at even the thought of his mate being hurt. Jungkook sits up as yoongi scents him, making sure that he's okay. Soon, the rest of the pack gather up in the living, their scent all sour and painfully bitter. Jimin hugs Jungkook almost as soon as yoongi lets go of him. Yoongi pecks jimin on the cheek to calm him down as well, noticing how his scent was the most bitter of all. Jimin would almost have a heart attack on situations like these.
“Deep breaths minnie, everything's okay” Hoseok narrates him, ruffling his hair. Even on the worst situations, Jimin would be the one who'll need the most care and Jimin hated it how he'd make everything about himself but he couldn't help it, he couldn't control his brain. It wasn't his fault, it wasn't his fault that his trauma still affected it, even the pack tried to tell him many times that it wasn't his fault and he never felt burdensome to them. When he first joined joined the pack, they thought they'd surely change him for good and make him a new more happy person which they did but they didn't completely change him, they surely made him happy but didn't make him forgot his past and that's nearly impossible, you cannot change or completely forget your past but what you can do is to be happy and make new memories. Eventually they realised that he didn't need to be “fixed” or change, all he needed was to feel comforted and protected.
Jin was deafeningly quiet, with Namjoon by his side who was reassuringly caressing his arm to calm Jin down; they were all so heartily attached to each other that even a slightest scratch to any of them affected all of them.
Jungkook stood up and walked over to Jin, who was still looking down. Jungkook pressed his forehead against Jin's and said, "Jin hyung, please, look–I'm okay. I'm totally fine."
Jin finally look at him, taking a deep breath, immediately proceeded to check him up and down, making sure himself that their maknae was okay. “I- what happened? Are you sure you're okay? You a-are not hurt?” Jin asks, on verge of having a panic attack, noticing it, Jungkook quickly buried his in the crook of his neck, helping him calm down. Namjoon, on the other hand, was glad and relieved that their baby mate was okay, but he wasn't fully relaxed. Why was there a gunshot? Is someone hurt? Are they in an attack right now? Those lingering questions in his head wouldn't allow him to relax or sit down in peace.
“Kookie but if you aren't hurt then...is there someone else who got hurt? Did you see the person who fired the gun shot? I'm gonna rip that motherfucker apart who dared to touch you” Hoseok questions, gritting his touch.
“Hyung please calm down,” Jungkook kisses him on the lips to shut him up and massaging him behind his ears.Hoseok's upbeat and cheerful attitude may fool you, but His rage is no joke. Hoseok can also control his emotions, but once he loses control over his anger, only alpha can bring him back under control but this time he kept his anger on a side knowing this might also be trap. His tail puffed up because of the bewildered situation.
"The gun was fired after I came in," Jungkook responds, astonished by the scenario.
"This means..." Namjoon trails off, Taehyung swiftly takes his revolver and prepares to walk out, his gun already loaded with the intention of shooting that bastard right there and then. Taehyung had already lost control of his rage, and he couldn't stand the thought of one of his mates being wounded, so why not just eliminate the problem?
“Tae–” Jin tried to stop him, but he didn't want to wait for the killer to hurt one of them.
“Taehyung. back now." Namjoon didn't like using his alpha voice with his mates, but he knew he couldn't afford to lose or see a mate suffer because of his (Taehyung's) stubbornness. This may be a trap, and their enemies could have even sent an assassin to attack them; he didn't know, and he didn't have one clue, therefore the best and safest choice was to stick together and figure it out. The voice of his Alpha's stern command made Taehyung's circular cutesy ears slump down.
“This means that it could be either a trap or the gunshot was meant for someone else...” Yoongi speaks leaving members dumbfounded. It might be a trap but how could it be meant for someone else ?
“Hyung but it doesn't make sense, why would it be for someone else?” Jimin asks along with the members nodding to his question.
“I don't know but they could have ki– t-they could have hurt him straight away but they didn't and that's suspicious, if it's a trap then there should be firing or any type of attack, by now but there isn't then what is this supposed to mean?” Yoongi didn't understand what this was supposed to mean, neither did the rest of the pack.
“Maybe...a threat?” Jungkook assumed.
“You know we've gotten threats like these kinda often by our enemies, what if this is one of them?” Jungkook assumed. It made sense from pack's perspective, they've been threatened, more like attacked couple of times, when they've almost gotten hurt too but thankfully they didn't.
“Tae I need you to check the cctv cameras and check the footage but before that I want you to guide us through while we examine the area, Hobi and Jimin-ah I want you guys to inspect each and every room to see if there any micro speakers or any type of tracking devices. Jin, please bring all our pieces and bullet proof vest. And Yoongi, you will stay inside and monitor in case somebody tries to break in, while Jungkook and I will go outside to examine the area. Am I clear?” Namjoon commands as he issues orders to everyone. They all appear hesitant and worried about Namjoon and Jungkook going out to examine; they are worried that both of them may get hurt if they step outside; though, they have no choice but to obey his demands for now.
Namjoon wears the bulletproof vest and the ear piece passing it to Jungkook as well. He sighs as he observes his mates' disheartened expressions. Jimin rushes up to them and hugs them tightly. "Come on, we're not in the middle of a battle or anything; I haven't even taken pictures of my painting yet." Jungkook tries to lighten the tension by pulling away from Jimin's hug and pecking him on the lips.
“Guys, don't look so sad. You know this our duty/job, right? Plus, keep your ear pieces on at all time and pay attention.” Namjoon instructs them as the pack slowly look up shifting gazes from the ground before nodding, understanding seriousness of the situation. They didn't need any instructions before missions, already too professional and splendid in their jobs, Namjoon nonetheless always instructed them but not as their pack mate but as senior agent Knight. His code, which each of them had, was inspired by first letter of his first and last names; K-im N-amjoon. They don't use their real names during missions which is also a must.
“1 (hana)! 2 (dul)! 3 (set)! Bang–Bangtan!” They all do their group chant and group hug. Namjoon goes upstairs and returning with two guns passing one to Jungkook as they finally step out.
Namjoon motions Jungkook to examine the other area while Namjoon inspects in the opposite direction.
“Grizzy, Agent Grizzy. Are you active?” Namjoon asks through the ear piece. Grizzy; Taehyung's code name. It was was based on his own breed, grizzly bear.
“Agent Grizzy reporting, sir.” Taehyung responded right away.
“Now, Tell me, do you see anyone around the area?” Namjoon asks.
“As far as I can see from the cctv cameras, no,” Taehyung answers, “—I don't see anyone around.” after scanning each camera thoroughly.
“Agent Knight! We have an emergency!” Jungkook yells, panicked, his mates could feel the the anxiousness and uneasiness in his voice. Did he see someone? Was he hurt? Multiple voices in his ear piece asking him if he was okay.
“Silence. I said, silence. everyone.” Namjoon's one warning was enough to shut them all up. As said, he didn't like using his alpha voice, especially when his mates were so panicked, right now they weren't specifically on a mission but they have to handle this situation cleverly, putting their emotions aside yet it didn't change the fact that he was the most concerned at the voice of his baby mate's scream.
“Agent jack, can you hear me? Do we have an emergency? Respond right away if you hear this–” Namjoon takes a deep breath trying to steady his voice and handle this situation professionally and not his protectiveness take over. Jack, Jungkook's code name, seemingly obvious, was his name but more westernised and shortened.
“Y-yes, we have an emergency but! I'm not the one hurt so don't worry.” Jungkook answers so he doesn't frighten them once again.
“Agent Sam, speaking. Is someone hurt? Is it one of us?” Jin asks in a calm voice barely able to control his urge to rush to each of them (Jungkook and Namjoon) and check whether both of them were okay and not let his emotions take over. His code name was Sam.
“No, it isn't one of us but please hurry up and gather at our main entrance.” Jungkook pleads. Jungkook found you, terribly shaking, all bloody, injured and...shot. You looked so small, fragile, hurt yet you looked so beautiful and appealing to him. Your acrid scent still smelled pleasent to him. He lets out a whimper, held in too long, not knowing what was this feeling of such sorrow the moment he saw you. It was like someone just stabbed his chest, it felt like sudden gloominess in his chest, suffocating him when he looked at you but at the same time his heart felt otherwise, it felt like his heart just bloomed or jumped in sudden joy. Your nose suddenly filled with strange scent yet it felt very much comforting. His scent was like freshly baked cookies. Sweet and delightful.
He knelt down, slowly reached his hand out to touch you but hissed, crawling away from him. The first thing you recognised when you saw him was the gun. He noticed your staring at his gun, how it made you tensed so he quickly hid it behind him, blocking it from your view. “H-Hey, I won't do anything. I won't harm you, I promise” He tries consoling you, softly but you hiss once again in warning. You were surprised by his attitude, he didn't forcedly touched you even after your warning like that scientist did. You shouldn't but you still felt comfort in his voice and it scared. Something about his scent alone and voice told you to trust him but you couldn't. What if he's just like him too? Are all humans like this? Would he treat you the same? How could you trust him after what you've been through?
He could carry you and reach there with his excellent super speed (one of his vampire abilities) in a blink but he did not want to touch you against your will, especially when you were so terrified even though that one voice inside him kept screaming, wanting to hug you as tight as he can.
“Okay, we'll be there but don't move, anybody untill I command to. Agent grizzy, please quickly check each footage of past 45 minutes plus the current ones and tell me do you see anybody?” Namjoon commands Taehyung.
“Right away.” Taehyung answers immediately working his hands on the keyboards, his eyes busy to notice any, single movement. He has excellent eyes, therefore no movement or change in surroundings could go unnoticed by him. His gaze shifting rapidly from one screen to other but he found absolutely nothing.
“It's agent grizzy. I couldn't find any movement or sight of a person who fired the gun. As I said, the area is safe right now but... there was no one captured in camera's frame.” Taehyung replies after some time, his tone filled with disappointment. It was impossible, why was the person not captured in atleast one camera? Was it planned? And if it was then why would it be for someone else? He had too many questions, in fact all of them did.
“Fuck, fine. Agent jack? We are all gathering at the main entrance except Agent Grizzy and J-hope. Am I clear? Area is clear but still be careful.” Namjoon groans at the lack of evidence and clues yet again. J-hope; Hoseok's code name. It was based on his first letters of his first and last names just like Namjoon, J-ung H-oseok.
Soon enough, all of them were gathered, their own chest heavy at the sight of you and your frail injured body. (not so) surprisingly enough, they were all just as heartbroken as Jungkook and it felt as if their own pack mate was hurt. They all seem to question themselves at the sudden overwhelming sadness just by your presence, just by looking at you. Was it just “pity” or sympathy? Would they still feel the same heart-wrenching feeling if it were someone else? Why were they feeling sudden distress just by looking at stranger?
You wince, shrinking back from the 7 large strangers in front of you, they all look at you with a softened expression. Jimin gasps a bit kneeling down beside Jungkook, he goes to hesitantly pet you hoping it'd comfort you but you hissed, crawling away from him once again. Jungkook gripped his hand softly, stopping him from touching you. “Minnie, don't touch her. She's extremely terrified. I tried to pet her too but she just snapped, she's very scared.” Jungkook explains, their heart sinking from what he was saying. Jimin's scent was like coconuts while at the same time he also smelled like sea. Surely you can't see a scent but sometimes you can feel it and that's what he actually felt like. Sea; beautiful yet scary.
Jin kneeled down beside Jungkook too examining you but taking a rough guess of your injuries and not by touching you. “But we need to take her to hospital.” Jin says. Jin's scent was like laying down in a garden full of fresh roses. His scent was floral and subtly sweet.
“Yoongi, take the car out, hurry up” Jin instructs yoongi and he almost immediately rushes to take the car, he couldn't help it, the strange urge at your mention.
Namjoon kneels down too, observing you with hard expression. “Joon, are you okay?” Jin asks noticing his stern expression as you felt a strong coffee scent surrounding. His scent screamed intimidating and protectiveness.
“I- do you see any...I mean you know did you observe her like- I-” He stutters to let out the statement, he was judging himself for thinking something like that in this situation. As if his heart disappointed by his thoughts.
“Hyung, what are you trying to say?” Jungkook asks, softly.
“I mean...what if she's a trap? You know how fucking ridiculous they can be...what if she's a trap and a distraction so that they can-” He trails off, hesitantly, but shuts up when sees look of disbelief on their faces. No wonder, they felt a bit disappointed at him, how could he still think you're trap when you're almost dying in here? But Namjoon's point of view wasn't any wrong either. He doesn't care about the world, for him, the only thing that matters is his pack and their safety.
“I'm sorry, I know that was very... insensitive of me but you know how serious and protective I can be when it comes to you guys...” He tries to explain, totally guilty making others feel bad for judging him too as they touch him with softened gaze on their face. After all, no matter how “tough” and cold he might be towards others but in the end, for his mates, he was still their soft “wolfie”. His mates didn't leave him out for a nickname either, thus just named him “wolfie”. He was the softest for his mates yet most protective and mature.
A slam of car door interrupted them, a hand reassuringly squeezes Namjoon's shoulder as if he heard their communication.
“Tae, can you hear me?” Jin pressed his ear piece to activate it as he asks.
“Yes, Jin hyung. Everything sort out? what about the “emergency” ? Is anyone hurt?” Taehyung asks, anxiousness obvious in his tone. He didn't see or know about you yet but he still felt that strong desolation in his chest.
"Yes, but don't worry, it's not one of us." I'll explain everything later, but please hurry up and bring the emergency first-aid kit!" Jin commands Taehyung as he immediately rushes to get the first aid kit.
“Tae, everything okay? Are they okay?” Hoseok asks, just like others, he felt the uneasiness inside. He relieved at the fact that his mates were atleast safe but it didn't calm his anxiety. He, too, was no stranger to this negative feelings of someone being hurt even if he wasn't aware of that.
“Yeah, Jin hyung asked me to bring first aid kit...none of us are hurt so you don't have to worry. I don't know what's going on either, Jin hyung said he'll explain it all later. I'll get going, hyung” Taehyung explains.
“I'll stay here and monitor, just in case.” Hoseok replies as Taehyung kisses him. Hoseok pecks him on the forehead one last time before he rushed outside.
He pants from too much running, finally catching the sight of his mates gathered around, he gasps looking at you. The same feeling of uneasiness and anxiousness growing inside his stomach, it sickened him. Not your presence but your condition, all the blood, the wounds and cuts, almost triggering his inner protective bear. Doesn't it sound kinda wholesome talking about a bear, aren't they just so cute? But, realistically enough, it's not a surprising fact how deadly they can be. It's kind of definition that precisely suits Taehyung.
“Tae, can you treat her small injuries?” Jin requests Taehyung as he immediately kneels down opening the box, taking out the bandages and other essentials. He knew how to treat small injuries, something he learned from his Jin hyung. He would always observe him carefully when he would be treating other of his mates. Eventually he learned how to treat small injuries like cuts, wounds and bruises; the first time he treated anybody was when Namjoon came home from a mission with a cut on his cheek when Jin was sick. He was extremely proud that day and bragged everyone about it.
You whimper miserably as Jin started applying cream to your ear while another pair of hands causing you a burning sensation from and their heart basically broke into millions of pieces. Namjoon felt extremely guilty for judging you and it wasn't just because of judging you too quickly, he felt a heart-wrenching feeling just by seeing you hurt.
“Oh no...I'm so so sorry- it must hurt so much, I'm so sorry” His deep comforting voice almost melting you, well, you melted the moment he softly caressed your belly, petting you which successfully did help to calm you down as you finally stop struggling against their touch. His scent was...delicious. He smelled like hot chocolate in freezing winter.
You wiggle and whimper again as Jin gently applied disinfectant on your scar on the chin, that damn disinfectant was painful and itching as hell, you felt like someone just placed you over a sizzling hot pan directly on your cheek.
“Shh...Shh... it's okay. We won't harm you, it's okay sweetheart. It's almost done.” Jin comforts as you continue to cry out.
“Joon, can you pick her up? We need to take her to hospital, if we don't get the bullet roof, she might-, let's please hurry up” Jin asks standing up along with Taehyung as they both stand up, wiping their hands on wet wipes. He couldn't get those words out of his mouth, it hurt for a strange reason he couldn't identify. Namjoon nods trying to pick you up but hiss again, shrinking back in defence. “Hey I won't hurt you....wait, ho-how should I carry her?” He asks dumbfoundedly looking up at his mates for help.
“Grab her by neck” Yoongi instructs him.
“No, it'll scare her more. Cats do not like to be grabbed by neck unless they're their mothers. It's not okay for us to do so.” Jin denied his idea. It's true that they don't like to be grabbed by their necks and only the mother cats can do that and that's the reason why you went limp when grabbed by that scientist. They don't have 2 arms like humans to hold their babies that's why they scruff them when want to move them from one place to another. But scruffing isn't a calming effect for cats, it's rather uncomfortable and very frightening.
“Jinnie, you know that's not point right now, right?” Yoongi asks annoyed, seeing you whimpering and constantly trying to hide yourself. Namjoon hums in agreement, as well.
“I know but you can hurt her if you don't handle her well!” Jin yells back, equally annoyed.
“Kookie can manipulate her, actually...how 'bout that...?” Taehyung suggests, Jungkook nodding his head instantly.
“That's better, kook, use your manipulation power and make her unconscious.” Namjoon commands Jungkook as he hovers you.
Too close, no he's gonna hurt you too now. You hiss using your claw to attack him but he dodged it softly gripping your paws to stop you.
“Easy there, I'm sorry but I have to.” He whispers with a small sad smile before the shade of his dark brown eyes went blood red. You didn't even realise how you almost lost in his eyes, like drowning in an ocean. You couldn't stop staring at those even though you hated eye contacts. You felt yourself no longer being able to keep your eyes open, slowly losing your consciousness. You finally close your eyes letting darkness engulf you.
“Yoongi, carry her. Joon, start the car. Kook, get in.” Jin orders them all like a mother wolf and all of them even obeyed him like obedient kids. Yoongi gentally picked you up, scooping you in his hands as if you weighted as light as a feather and his was shocked that you actually did. He was mesmerized by how beautiful you looked, his heartbeat quickening against his chest and this time not with anxiety, but with joy.
“Jin hyung, I want to come to!” Jimin whines with a childish pout on his lips. “Me too, me too! Wait–Let's take hobi too-” Taehyung suggests pouting too.
“No baby, you guys will stay here with hobi, alright?” Jin shakes his head and pecks them both on the lips.
“Hobi, you hear me?” Jin asks through the ear piece.
“Yes, hyung? Are you guys okay? Everything good?” Hoseok asks still concerned.
“Yes but no? We are going to hospital AND! don't you dare cut me off, tae and jimin will explain it to you while me, joon, yoongi and kookie will be going to hospital okay? No video games and staying up till midnight, you understand?” Jin says eyeing jimin and Taehyung who were biting their lips to control their sly smile.
“okay, okay hyung but you better make it clear to them more than me.” Hoseok jokes as Jin hums in response.
“Fine, I'm hanging up, love you.” He says to Hoseok as well as looking over jimin and Taehyung to let them know it was meant for them too. He gets in the car to see yoongi sleeping with his head leaned on the window and you cradling in his lap. A smile of adoration breaks on his lips for no reason. Namjoon glances at you, his eyes couldn't seem to look away from you. He starts the car immediately rushing it to the hospital. -------------------------------------------------
Wow....it seems like I wrote a damn long chapter, didn't I? I hope you liked it though. I started writing it like 3-4 days ago and you know what took it so long? Damn my broken fate, I was writing it and didn't realise my phone was on so low charging it suddenly powered off and I realised I hadn't saved it as draft. Second time it happened was I closing all the tabs and closed this one too and guess what? I hadn't saved this one either :') so just like that it took me too many days to creat the moodboards/character aesthetics and then write the chapter but I hope you liked it. Bye, I luv you~ <33
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Eunoia // Ch. 23
eunoia (noun): beautiful thinking, the possession of a well-balanced mind, which exhibits goodwill and kindness
Pairings: Hybrid! BTS x reader
Summary: You are a world famous director and you have dedicated your life to your job.You have everything you could ever dream of; wealth, recognision, talent, your friends and family. But loneliness isn’t cured by success. So what happens when you somehow rescue seven hybrids? Can they fill the void?
Genre: Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, eventual smut
Word Count: 5.7k+
Warnings: past abuse, past sexual abuse, cursing, past violence, mentions of blood, panic attacks
Masterlist
Chapter 1, Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22
This chapter is shorter than usual but I’m in the middle of my exams so I decided to post it as it is instead of waiting until it was longer.
Many thanks to my incredible beta reader @thewishofafallenangel <3
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Jimin’s head was spinning and phantom hands were squeezing his neck. They had been there once, solid and hard, cutting off his breath. Now, he could feel them again, holding him down. Punishing him.
Namjoon and Jin had been kissing. It couldn’t be. Why would they do that? Why?
“Minie?” Namjoon called his name softly, rising to his feet.
Jimin considered running. It was his first instinct; get away, pretend nothing happened. But something kept him rooted in place.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice unsteady.
Jin sent a wide-eyed look to Namjoon. Jimin’s chest hurt.
“Come here, Minie,” Namjoon said soothingly. “I’m sorry we didn’t tell you before. Come here and we will talk.”
He extended a hand to him and, even through the fear, Jimin couldn’t resist taking it. Namjoon was safe, he was his pack alpha. He and Jungkook were the reasons he was here, he wouldn’t have survived in that shelter if it hadn’t been for them. Jimin would trust his life in Namjoon’s hands.
The wolf hybrid pulled him to the bed and situated him between him and Jin with his back to the headboard. It was warm, surrounded by their mixed scents of summer rain and honey buns. He would have been purring any other time.
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“The idea of being free was a foreign concept. Being free meant having choices, having opportunities. Being a hybrid meant never being free.”
Summary: Just as you escaped the Little Fox, a bidding house, you find yourself at war with your thoughts, not wanting to go to another shelter. You didn’t expect yourself to find a home anywhere, especially not with the men who found you, and their pack.
Pairing: eventual polyBTS x hybrid reader
Genre: hybrid au!, fluff, angst, poly, mentions of abo, slowburn, eventual smut
Status: Complete
Warnings: insecurities, anxiety, past abuse, past sexual abuse, mentions of rape/noncon, some violence, mentions of violence. Some warnings may be added to the beginning of individual chapters.
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Chapters:
moodboard
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character profiles
Preview
Preview 2
Part 1: The Beginning
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Part 2: Roaring Realizations
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18: The Finale
Drabbles:
drabble 1
drabble 2
Grocery Shopping
This Is Halloween
‘Twas The Night Before Christmas
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To Build A Home Series Masterlist (Complete)
Pairing: Ot7 x 9 tailed fox! reader
Fox Hybrid! Jin, Human! Namjoon, Human! Yoongi, Wolf Hybrid! Hoseok, Cat Hybrid! Jimin, Wolf Hybrid! Taehyung, Fox Hybrid! Jungkook
Genre: Hybrid AU || Fluff || Angst || Smut/ implied smut || Strangers to lovers AU || Best friends to lovers AU
Story summary: With the government's hydrid sector hot on your tails (no pun intended), you have less than a year to solve the problem before they're legally allowed to take you in as a lab rat. What you didn't anticipate was the addition of 6 new members of yours and Jin's happy duo. Luckily you both had enough love for 6 others.
Drabbles:
Just the two of us || Where Jin finally has a day off (Takes place before part one)
In this life || You and Jungkook bake a cake (Takes place at some point between parts 6 and part 7)
Main series:
Part one: One of Many
Chapter summary: Grey wolf Taehyung didn't like you all that much. Sure he counted down the days until you came to visit, and sure when he came home with you he would watch you in your vegetable garden. But he swears he doesn't like you.
Part two: Cracked porcelain dolls
Chapter summary: You and Jin figure out what went wrong between the both of you. Your plans may also be ruined, Yoongi doesn't want a hybrid, let alone three.
Part three: Thief
Chapter summary: Your’s and Namjoon’s relationship develops, a new friendship blooming. There also seems to be a thief lurking around your garden who has ulterior motives when the two of you finally meet.
Part four: Checkmate
Chapter summary: If Taehyung had ever thought about kissing you, that was a secret he would lock in the dark corners of his mind. If he ever knew the two of you would actually kiss he may just self implode.
Part five: Mint choc chip milkshake
Chapter summary: Things start to get a little bit complicated in more ways than one and Jeon Jungkook happens to be one of them.
Part six: Chapter two: seven stars in your sky
Chapter summary: You finally ask Namjoon and Yoongi the big question. On top of all that, you meet one of Taehyung’s old friends; Hoseok.
Part seven: Memories
Chapter summary: As D-Day draws closer, you worry about the memories you’ve made over the last few months with your new family and how much you’ll actually remember if you never see them again.
Part eight: Eight and a quarter
Chapter summary: D-Day finally arrives
Part nine: Copious Kisses
Chapter summary: All Jin can think to do is try and kiss it all better.
Part 10 (Final): How to build a home
Chapter summary: You figure out the world’s little secret.
Extra scene: the old man and his wife: It's such a small world.
hi, i just saw your post, so here are some of my favourite stories:
buyers beware by @smasmashie - OT7/reader, fluff, comedy, soulmate au;
home calls the heart by @anonnie-in-wonderland - OT7/reader, hurt/comfort, romance, magic au, hybrid au;
a bond made of love by @purpleyoonn - OT7/reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, hybrid au, idol au, a/b/o dynamics;
petrichor by @purpleyoonn - OT7/reader, fluff, smut, angst, soulmate au, a/b/o dynamics, ceo!werewolf!BTS, chubby!reader;
inked flora by @kookieswan - park jimin/kim taehyung/reader, fluff, smut, strangers to lovers, tattoo artist au, florist au;
blood for blood by @lunaandhertrashheap - OT7/reader, fluff, smut, a/b/o dynamics;
wolves are (not) scary by @mrcleanheichou - OT7/reader, fluff, smut, werewolf au;
before i leave you by @hollyhomburg - OT7/reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, smut, angst, mafia au, a/b/o dynamics;
eunoia by @wishesunderthestars - OT7/reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, smut, angst, hybrid au;
time by @bts-trash-blog - OT7/reader, fluff, smut, angst, werewolf au;
you never walk alone by @agustdakasuga - completed, OT7/reader, fluff, romance, werewolf au, a/b/o dynamics;
a place called home by @agustdakasuga - completed, OT7/reader, fluff, humour, romance, soulmate au, hybrid au;
the galaxy above us by @agustdakasuga - completed, OT7/reader, fluff, romance, comfort, fantasy;
sanctuary by @btsreactsarchive - completed, OT7/reader, fluff, hybrid au;
loVEly by wannawonnie/tinablue - completed, OT7/reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, soulmate au, strangers to lovers;
a spoonful of sugar (makes the wolfsbane go down) by oblivionsparkle - OT7/reader, fluff, romance, supernatural au;
kindness by angelaronin - OT7/reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, hybrid au;
i'll still stay by @sugamoonv - OT7/reader, fluff, angst, hybrid au;
like a mate should by @sugamoonv - kim namjoon/kim seokjin/reader, werewolf au;
moon child by minyoonglesss - OT7/reader, fluff, angst, vampire au;
black ties, white lies by @sevenincubistolemyheart - OT7/reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, drama, modern era au, mafia au;
abundance by @angelicyoongie - OT7/reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, smut, hybrid au, strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers;
moonchild by @deolly and @jeonggukkiepabo - completed, OT7/reader, fluff, humour, angst, smut, soulmate au;
little one by seven_moonlit_roses/midnight_reveries - park jimin/jeon jungkook/reader, fluff, romance, fantasy, royalty au, werewolf au;
sunshine riptide by @jincherie - completed, OT7/reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, hybrid au;
i'm sorry for sending such a long ask, but i hope you like them! <3 - 🌙
Oh my gosh this is amazing thank you 😭😭😭
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House of Hope
Pairing: OT7 x Reader, OT7 x OT7 (ot6 x namjoon) [completed!]
Details: hybrid!bts, a/b/o dynamics, asexual!reader, anxious!reader, american!reader, polyamory, prejudice, found family
Summary: Your best friend offers you a job as a caregiver for seven hybrids.
Warnings: This is a fictional story based on real events. The characters presented here are not the same as their real life counterparts.
moodboards: seokjin I yoongi I hoseok I namjoon I jimin I taehyung I jungkook
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Part 1
Prologue: got it
Chapter 1: let’s go to the mall
Chapter 2: driver’s license
Chapter 3: scenting
Chapter 3.5: that’s my ego (Namjoon POV)
Chapter 4: what’s a rut-partner?
Chapter 5: pre-rut
Chapter 6: grooming
Chapter 7: potential mate
Chapter 8: daisy chains and drunkards
Chapter 9: hybrid flu
Chapter 10: touch
Chapter 11: a death in the family
Chapter 12: dissociating in Daegu
Chapter 13: inheritance…
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Part 2
Chapter 14: save me
Chapter 15: Namjoon’s theory
Chapter 16: surrounded on all sides
Chapter 17: confessions
Chapter 18: kisses
Chapter 19: how do you like your eggs?
Chapter 20: the more you care about someone, the more they can hurt you
Chapter 21: shelter
Chapter 22: at the dance
Chapter 23: boundaries
Chapter 24: what happiness is
Chapter 25: pack grounds
Chapter 26: trusting yourself and others
Chapter 27: a history of self-denial
Chapter 28: recovery is a process (and not linear)
Chapter 29: acceptance and rejection
Chapter 30: Jimin on the front line
Chapter 31: this moment is ours
Epilogue: a lot to think about
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Eunoia // Ch. 24
eunoia (noun): beautiful thinking, the possession of a well-balanced mind, which exhibits goodwill and kindness
Pairings: Hybrid! BTS x reader
Summary: You are a world famous director and you have dedicated your life to your job.You have everything you could ever dream of; wealth, recognision, talent, your friends and family. But loneliness isn’t cured by success. So what happens when you somehow rescue seven hybrids? Can they fill the void?
Genre: Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, eventual smut
Word Count: 8.2k+
Warnings: past abuse, past sexual abuse, cursing, past violence, mentions of blood, panic attacks
Masterlist
Chapter 1, Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23
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There was a deep lull after dinner, surrounded by fairylights on a late summer night with your bellies full of delicious food. You and Seokjin had cooked Michelin-level lasagna and for dessert the best custard tarts you had ever tasted. Seokjin truly was extraordinarily talented at cooking and baking. He could have been one of the best chefs in the world. The only obstacle was his DNA. There were no famous hybrid chefs, probably there were no hybrid chefs at all. For most people it was near impossible to look past the animal ears and tails.
“What are you thinking about?” Seokjin asked. You were the only ones left at the circular bench around the table. You were laying with your back against his side and your head on his shoulder.
“Nothing. Everything,” you said.
You couldn’t see his smile but you imagined it lighting up his face. Seokjin was always beautiful, he was one of the most beautiful people you had ever met. But when he was smiling, he was magical.
“You can never turn it off, can you?” he asked, bumping his hand with yours. You didn’t hesitate to take hold of it and intertwine your fingers.
You looked up at the stars. Away from the heart of the city, they were bright and endless. “I don’t think that’s possible. It’s part of my charm.”
That pulled a laugh out of him and you reveled in it, in the ordinary sanctity of the moment. You took in the view of the garden and hybrids scattered around.
Namjoon and Hoseok were sitting by the pool, their feet dipped in the water, while Hoseok spoke excitedly about something moving his hands around, his tail wagging behind him. Namjoon listened to him like he didn’t want to miss a word falling from his lips. Jimin was curled around Yoongi on the grass, his eyes were closed and you could tell that he was purring without having to hear him. Yoongi was gazing at the stars peacefully, his arms at his sides. Further away, Jungkook and Taehyung were flipping through Jungkook’s latest sketchbook. Taehyung would stop him from turning the page sometimes to run his fingers over a sketch.
Taehyung was still reserved but he was slowly but steadily bonding with the other hybrids. Jungkook had happily told you that they had spent the afternoon painting together and proudly showed off their masterpiece, an artistic mess of colorful lines and funny faces that wouldn’t have looked out of place at a modern art gallery. You had said you were going to hang it up in the gallery unless Taehyung—whose cheeks had turned red for the first time—wanted to keep it. Timidly and in the best english he could master, he asked if he could take it to his room. While the lasagna was in the oven, you and Jungkook put it up on the wall above his bed.
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Eunoia // Stories
Summary: Yoongi’s POV from the last scene of chapter 24 in Eunoia
Word Count: 1.004
The house was a ghost of what it had once been. It was clear no one had lived there for a long time. It had been abandoned to the mercy of the elements and the forest, becoming one with the trees. It looked like it belonged there, like it had been made to be a part of the forest.
“I discovered this on my first trip to the lake. There is something compelling about it that makes you want to learn more about it, about the story behind it,” you said. “Who it belonged to, why it is abandoned.”
“Everything is about stories to you,” Yoongi observed.
You were full of them, they glittered and danced at your fingertips. You crafted and chiseled stories like a sculptor shaped clay. He remembered the stories you used to tell Hoseok when you treated his injuries to distract him from the pain. Tens of them piling and pulling at him. He had ignored it then. He couldn’t give in because of a few stories that fell like liquid gold from your lips. Your stories had seemed like traps then, something to pull them in and cage them forever.
Regardless, he remembered all of them. As hard as he had tried to pretend he didn’t care, he had listened to you like an enchanted man.
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Eunoia // Ch. 25
eunoia (noun): beautiful thinking, the possession of a well-balanced mind, which exhibits goodwill and kindness
Pairings: Hybrid! BTS x reader
Summary: You are a world famous director and you have dedicated your life to your job.You have everything you could ever dream of; wealth, recognision, talent, your friends and family. But loneliness isn’t cured by success. So what happens when you somehow rescue seven hybrids? Can they fill the void?
Genre: Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, eventual smut
Word Count: 9.2k+
Warnings: past abuse, past sexual abuse, cursing, past violence, mentions of blood, panic attacks
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Trained in waking up early and pulling all-nighters because of filming, you were used to witnessing the sun rise. Usually, you didn’t pay it much attention. The sun rose every day and you had other more important things to do than watch it go through the same motions. You were rushing to leave, making coffee and answering texts on your phone or you were too tired to do anything other than go straight to bed and close the blinds.
You had forgotten how beautiful it was, how the quiet of the early morning glowed in soft orange. Only you and Seokjin were awake, snuggled up on the large white couch on the balcony on the main floor. Your feet were laying on his lap and his arm was wrapped around your waist.
You had woken up early, fading images of the red ballroom and empty eyes haunted your sleep as much as you tried to bury them during the day. Thankfully, Jimin hadn’t been there when you had woken up, drenched in sweat and grasping wildly at the sheets to remind yourself that you were at the Castle. That it had been more than a week since you had been in that ballroom.
It would go away. It had to. It was over. Nothing happened to you. You would get over it.
You got up, stretched your sore muscles from all the walking the previous day and put on some music to take your mind off the long green dress and paddle numbers, and started your day. No one else was supposed to be awake so early in the morning but when you went to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee, Seokjin was already there, mixing pancake batter with a large wooden spoon.
Putting your arms around him, you had watched him work until he sent you away, claiming that you were distracting him. It wasn’t your fault that his neck looked in desperate need of kissing and that your mouth had trailed downwards subconsciously. Since you weren’t wanted in the kitchen, you went outside to the balcony to savor the sharp air before the sun appeared on the horizon.
Seokjin joined you soon with two cups of coffee. “It feels like a mug of hot coffee would be more appropriate, but the weather’s too hot,” you had joked.
He had made your favorite iced coffee in the way too-expensive coffee machine you had purchased when you first got the house. Another one of your impulsive purchases. But it was worth it. It made some of the best coffee you had ever tasted. The only coffee above that was made by a small coffee shop nestled in a quiet alleyway in Paris. The perfect amount of milk and sugar, not too sweet and not too bitter.
You were both a little tired from your little trip to the lake. A sweet kind of pull in your chest, not easily noticeable. You had returned as the sky grew darker and had ordered takeout for dinner, which you enjoyed spread around the garden. Surprisingly, almost everything in the baskets had been devoured during your time at the lake. Alice had been reluctant to leave but you had promised her that she was welcome to visit you again soon. She had hugged each of you tightly—even Yoongi, who didn’t seem to mind at all—and promised that she would be back to play more.
“She’s a little hurricane,” Seokjin said. He was glowing with the sunrise stroking his face. “She reminds me of you a little. Was that what you were like when you were little?”
“I was never that cute,” you joked. Your aunt would argue but while Alice was a hurricane, sweeping up everyone in her way and winning them over, you had been a nightmare, difficult to handle, not listening to anyone, and independent to a fault. “Or that social. I would like to believe that I contributed a little to the shaping of her personality but honestly, her parents are both amazing. They raised her really well and she was already incredible to begin with. She will become a much better person than me.”
He looked down at your legs resting on his lap. “That will be hard. You are probably the best person I know.” He shrugged as if what he said didn’t matter, as if it didn’t make flowers bloom in your chest.
You caressed his cheek, prompting him to look at you. “That might be a little worrying but thank you. You are one of the best people I know too. Shhhh,” you quieted down his protests. “If you can say that about me, I can say that about you.”
“I haven’t done anything special. Nothing like you. You-”
“Stop that.” You laid two fingers on his lips and he obediently stilled them under your touch. “First, you don’t have to do anything special. Who defines special either way? Some of the kindest, most loyal, amazing people I know show these qualities in small ways, that doesn’t make them any less special. Second, who says you didn’t do anything special? Who was there for Jungkook when he distanced himself from everyone else? Who cooks for us every day and takes care of us? Who is always trying to cheer us up when someone is feeling down? Who-?”
“Enough, enough,” he interrupted you, shaking his head. His human ear and cheeks were stark red at all the praise. “I know I’m amazing, that’s enough.”
You laughed and captured his lips in a kiss. Warmth, more comforting than what the sun could provide, filled your insides as you tangled your fingers in his soft hair. He opened his lips for you and you slowly explored the inside of his mouth. You had always enjoyed kissing but nothing compared to the kisses you had shared with your hybrids the past few months.
Lazy mornings were rare for you. There was always one reason or another to be running around the house in a hurry to leave or lock yourself in your office. You were hostage to an endless need to always be productive. That’s what mornings were for. Maybe you had been completely wrong because this one was one of the best mornings you had ever experienced.
Seokjin heard the footsteps on the stairs before you did, turning his head around to watch Jungkook, Jimin, and Namjoon climb up. You called for them and Jungkook and Jimin ran to you, squeezing themselves between you. Namjoon followed laughing and sat down next to Seokjin, throwing an arm around his shoulders.
Hoseok, Yoongi, and Taehyung appeared soon and Seokjin left to go plate the breakfast and bring it to the balcony. You didn’t eat on the balcony often, mostly because of the low table that made it a little uncomfortable, but no one wanted to move. Jungkook and Namjoon went with Seokjin inside to help but when you moved to do the same, Jimin wrapped his arms around your waist tightly and wouldn’t let you go.
“No, you are staying with me!” he exclaimed and proceeded to bury his face in your belly, purring.
Hoseok looked at you in amusement and you shrugged your shoulders, used to Jimin’s antics by now. The three of them took one of the other two couches while the five of you remained squeezed in one. Yoongi looked adorably rumpled from sleep, messy hair and heavy eyes, the stark opposite of Hoseok, who was wide awake and energetic as usual. Taehyung wasn’t the statue he was the first few days but he remained perfectly kept and quiet.
You filled your plate with three pancakes and your favorite toppings and dug in. The conversation returned to your trip to the lake.
“When can we go again?” Jungkook asked, chewing his pancakes with passion.
You cut another piece of your pancakes. “You can go whenever you want, it isn’t that far from the house.”
He pouted. “I meant all of us together.”
“That’s… a little harder,” you said. “I’m back at work next week and I have a full schedule. You can go together though. John and Alice could join you even if I’m not there.”
Jungkook’s bottom lip stuck out even further. “It isn’t the same without you.”
“If there is a day I finish work early, I might join you.” You could barely drag your feet back home most days after work and the trek to the lake would feel like hell, but you would try for them.
Namjoon seemed to know exactly what you were thinking. “You are too tired after work for that. After working for so many hours we can’t expect you to trek down to the lake. You come back after the sun has set or just as it’s setting, it would be exhausting for you to walk for half an hour down to the lake in the dark and then in an hour or so walk back again.”
You wanted to protest but you knew he was right. Although your work wasn’t physically demanding, you spent long hours on your feet, instructing the actors and the crew and checking in with different departments. By the time you were home even dragging your feet to the garden for dinner was a struggle.
You reached for Jungkook’s hand, rubbing your thumb in circles to soothe him. “We’ll figure something out, yeah? If I take a day off–When I take a day off,” you corrected yourself, “we can do something fun. We could go to the lake or we could do something else. Los Angeles is full of places to visit and activities to try.”
Jungkook seemed to think about it for a few seconds before perking up and asking if you could visit a gallery he had seen on the internet. You were quick to agree as Jimin joined as well, asking you about all the places he wanted to visit. You had told them before that they were free to go out without you anywhere they liked, you had printed their papers just in case so they could have them in case the Hybrid Services asked any questions, but they had yet to step further than the Castle grounds and the forest alone. John could also accompany them but no one had taken you up to your offer.
As you were finishing breakfast your phone started ringing. One of the producers of Six of Crows was calling.
“Sorry, I have to take this one,” you said, answering the call.
You ended up having to go down to your office to look up some files on your computer. As the premiere date approached, you would be getting more calls like this. Post-production was finished by now and the movie was nearly ready to be shown on the big screen but there were still a few tiny details that needed fine-tuning.
Ending the call, you checked your emails since you were already in front of your computer. You would probably go to the studios later in the day to speak with a few members of your team on the Raven Cycle project. You wouldn’t stay long but it meant that you had to schedule your day around it. Your break hadn’t ended yet you were already overwhelmed with work. Your to-do list stretched on and on, seemingly endless.
Your back and neck were getting stiff because of all the sitting and lounging around. You should start doing some exercises again. During your break, you had only been to the gym once and it was only two floors down. You should get back into the habit but you were great at finding excuses not to go. You were too busy, too tired, too preoccupied.
There was a knock on the door. You looked at the time at the bottom right corner of your computer screen and realized it was four hours later.
“Come in,” you called. You rolled your neck and heard the little pops. You desperately needed some exercise. And a massage. And an improved posture probably.
Hoseok opened the door with his elbow as he carried a tray inside your office. “I come bearing gifts,” he said with a wide heart-shaped smile. It was like the room instantly brightened. If the sun was personified, it would be Hoseok.
“What have you brought me?” you asked, making space on your desk for the tray. You had to look through some of your old files and they covered most of the surface. You stacked them into piles quickly, to be organized properly at a later time.
“Jin made fruit salad and we have some leftover muffins from yesterday. Jungkook made the juice, it’s banana and cherry!”
The fruit salad was a mix of mango, strawberries, watermelon, blackberries, peaches, and berries. A vanilla muffin was next to it and a tall glass of juice. “Everything looks delicious. Thank you.”
You moved to grab the fork and winced when you pulled on your stiff muscles. Hoseok’s smile faded. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry,” you were quick to say. “I’ve just been sitting in this chair a lot these past few days and my back is complaining. Really, that’s on me.”
“I…” He hesitated for a moment. “I could give you a massage if you’d like. I’m not a professional but I… I used to give massages to my past owner often. He was an idol so he danced and performed a lot and I had learned from masseurs how to do it. I could do that for you if you liked.”
“You don’t have to. It’s just a stiff back, it’ll go away when I stop sitting all day.”
A massage sounded like heaven at that moment but you could do without it. Giving massages could be tiring and Hoseok didn’t have to do that just because you had bad posture and had stopped going regularly to the gym. If you really needed it, you could pay a masseur to come to your house. It seemed silly so you never did, but you could.
“I want to,” he said eagerly, his tail standing at attention. “I can make you feel better, I promise. If you’re comfortable with that, of course.”
You searched his face for any sign that he didn’t actually want to do it but you found nothing. “Okay, then. I would love a massage right now.”
“Yay! I will do my best,” Hoseok promised. “Let’s attack those muscle knots! Gently of course.” You giggled as he came to stand behind you. He pretended to crack his fingers before settling them on your shoulders. You were wearing a shirt with spaghetti straps and his hands were warm on your bare skin, which buzzed in anticipation. “Lean forward a little. Yeah, that’s perfect.”
He dug his fingers on either side of your neck and you had to bite your lip to stop a very embarrassing sound from slipping out. It sent a current through your whole body like you went numb to everything except the feeling of his hands on you. He kneaded your muscles, progressively adding more pressure. You closed your eyes, your body relaxing, losing some of the tension.
“That feels good,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady.
“I told you.” You could hear the satisfied smile on his face even though you kept your eyes closed.
One by one, your strings unraveled and your body felt lighter, as if you could float away if he pulled his hands away. He worked on the knots on the back of your neck and around it before he moved on to your shoulders and shoulder blades. You had received massages before–you had visited spas with friends on several occasions–but this felt different. You forgot about work and all the things you had to do, all the million little things that were hanging over your head, and for a moment you let yourself relax.
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The forest was still, bracketed by the almost black of the night. There were no lights that Yoongi could see coming from inside, even though you said there were multiple holiday homes around the lake. The Castle stood alone, like a real castle guarding the forest.
Hoseok was humming along to a pop song that was playing on his phone, it was at a low volume so his humming was almost as loud as the music. It was late into the night, everyone in the house having already retreated to their rooms. Yoongi didn’t care much about the song, it was generic at best. The vocals weren’t great and the beat was the same beat that every song used this summer with a little tweaking. But Hoseok liked it so he didn’t say anything.
The fox hybrid was sprawled on his bed, his eyes half closed as he moved his head to the music. His silk nightshirt had ridden up to expose a sliver of smooth tanned skin and Yoongi’s eyes kept being drawn to it.
“Anything interesting out there?” Hoseok asked. Yoongi shrugged. “You have been standing there for half an hour. Don’t look at me like that, you have.”
He raised his eyebrows, doubting that it had been that long, but moved away from the balcony door, sitting down on his bed. “It’s the same every night.”
“And you still look every night.” Hoseok turned off the music and stretched. His shirt rode up higher.
Yoongi looked down at his hands. “It’s calming. There is something about the trees and the lake, being away from the city. It’s quiet.”
His ears picked up the soft shuffling before a weight dipped into the bed next to him. “It’s nice, isn’t it? Has it really been only five months since we’ve been here? Less than that? I can’t imagine living in the city again, too much noise.”
Yoongi had lived his whole life in cities, he was used to their noise and the way it never went away. The sound of cars and motorbikes, people talking and shouting. It was never quiet. Not the way it was out here.
He wanted to tell Hoseok that he would never have to live in the city again but he couldn’t. On one hand, your job could lead you anywhere and Yoongi had a feeling that wherever you went, they would follow you, just like Virginia. On the other hand, although some part of him insisted that this was permanent, that this life they had built here wouldn’t be taken from them, he knew that the world wasn’t so kind. Sometimes, he stayed up at night thinking about it while Hoseok dreamed. He gazed at the forest to remind himself that they were still here, in this small paradise on earth, and then contemplated all the ways this could end. His mind wasn’t kind to him on those nights.
“Virginia was like this too,” Hoseok continued. “I miss it a little. The countryside was pretty and the house too. Almost like a fairytale. Do you think we’ll go back again?”
Hoseok’s hand was fidgeting on his thigh and Yoongi grabbed it to still it. “Maybe. She will have to film another season after this one. If this show is as successful as they say, there will be a few more seasons to come. They built sets and everything there.”
“I hadn’t thought of that.” Hoseok scooted closer to him and laid his head on his shoulder, their hands intertwined. “Do you think she will rent the same house? I want to go back there. It felt like home.”
Yoongi refrained from telling him that wherever he was, it felt like home. It was something someone more expressive than Yoongi would say, instead he said, “We can ask her. I don’t think she’ll mind. If it isn’t booked at the time, we could stay there again.”
“I’ll recruit Jiminie, she can’t say no to him,” he said, nuzzling closer to Yoongi’s neck, almost scenting him.
“She can’t say no to any of you.”
Hoseok hummed, his breath warming Yoongi’s skin and the scent of cinnamon tickling his lungs. “She wouldn’t say no to you either. If you ever asked her for anything.”
Yoongi didn’t know what to think about that. If he believed it. Yoongi had been trying to do better, trying to be a better person than he had been at the beginning. He would hate himself if he ever put you through what he had before. He would be making it up to you for his whole life. He wasn’t the same as the other hybrids, the same courtesy shouldn’t be extended to him.
Hoseok’s lips brushed his neck, light as a feather, and Yoongi shivered at the touch. Scenting each other wasn’t something new, they had been doing that since they escaped the ring. Before that, they would brush their wrists together through the bars of their cages, longing for the small comfort of each other’s scent. After Yoongi had disappeared, Hoseok had been touching and scenting him more as if he was afraid that he would slip through his fingers.
Some nights, Hoseok would crawl into his bed in the middle of the night and cling on to him. “Stay,” Hoseok would say. He didn’t tell him what his nightmares were about, he didn’t have to.
Yoongi vowed to himself to never leave him again. He would bite, scratch, and kick his way to him if he ever had to.
He had a lot to regret about that first month. He hadn’t only hurt you, he had hurt everyone else too. His own nightmares persisted, leaving him clutching the sheets, with his back to Hoseok, staying deadly still so he wouldn’t wake him up. So no one would know that those days still haunted him even though he wasn’t the one who had suffered.
In some of his dreams, the hybrid ring got to him before you did and punished him for escaping, before stabbing an injection in his neck and hauling him to the ring for one last fight. In others, it was Hoseok that they took and those were worse. They found him when he was looking for him and Yoongi could do nothing to stop them, voiceless with his feet rooted to the floor.
In some rare ones, he never made it out of the house. Namjoon threw him against the wall and held him there, looking more like a vengeful god than the real Namjoon. His sharp teeth gleamed viciously as he sunk them into Yoongi’s neck, breaking the skin and ripping out everything that was keeping him alive.
Hoseok pulled back, his eyes searching Yoongi’s face. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Thinking.” Of course, Hoseok would notice his thoughts spiraling. Yoongi had mastered hiding all emotions from his face but Hoseok could see right through any masks he crafted.
“You looked a little lost there for a moment,” he said, drawing closer to him again. “You can talk to me, you know.” He spoke almost jokingly but he couldn’t hide the tendrils of hurt in his voice. “I know you like to keep some things to yourself… But I’m here for you. I would never judge you, I swear.”
Yoongi was a coward. After his talk with Jimin, he had been planning to tell him everything but he kept putting it off. It was never the right moment, it could wait.
“I know,” Yoongi said quietly, squeezing Hoseok’s hand. “I want to tell you. I think you deserve that after everything.”
Hoseok frowned. “It isn’t about what I deserve. I just want to know so I can help. So I can understand you better. Nothing you say can ever change the way I see you. Nothing. You were there for me when I thought my life was over, that everything was over. You saved me, Yoongi. I would have died in there if it hadn’t been for you. I would trust you with my life. But sometimes, when you don’t tell me things—important things—it makes me feel like you don’t trust me at all.”
Yoongi’s heart gave a terrible bang. “That isn’t true. I trust you. I trust you more than anyone. I trust you more than I trust myself. It’s just… It’s hard to tell you when I want to forget.”
“I understand,” Hoseok said, his gaze falling on their joined hands on Yoongi’s lap. “But I don’t think you can forget either way.”
“You’re right, I can’t. And I never will.” It was too big, too cruel. For worse or for better, it had changed who he was to his core. He was who he was because of what had happened to him and Jimin. He had met both Jimin and Hoseok because of that monster. “But I want you to know now.”
So he told him everything. He detached himself from his words and numbed his feelings, because he was afraid that if he didn’t, he wouldn’t be able to sleep. He started from the beginning, from his first owner to the terrible end. He couldn’t look at him as he spoke, focusing on their connected hands. Hoseok’s scent soured until Yoongi could barely recognize it. But he had to power on.
When he was finished, Hoseok shot up, wrapping his arms around him impossibly hard and buried his face in Yoongi’s neck. There was wetness brushing against his throat and Yoongi only hugged him tighter.
“I’m sorry.” Hoseok’s voice was breaking and Yoongi hated that he was the cause for it, even though it was better this way. “It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t. I’m so sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologize.” He brought his wrist to Hoseok’s neck, gently scenting him. They both needed it. “You saved me too. You saved me, Hobi.”
And sleep claimed them like that, wrapped up in each other with dried tears on their cheeks.
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Taehyung lay still in his bed, not making a sound. Phantom pains spread over his body, squeezing and squeezing until nothing was left of him. His head was loud but the sounds were muffled as if he was submerged underwater.
The room was illuminated by the soft light from the lamp next to his bed. He left it on every night. It was the same pattern, his nightmares not allowing him to rest more than a few hours at a time. There were new ones now. Ones of the red ballroom, the people in the chairs turning into monsters and dragging their claws all over his skin. You stood among them in your green dress, watching as it happened, your face empty.
Taehyung opened his eyes. He could see the forest from his room. He had never been to a forest before coming to the Castle, had never even seen one. It was majestic, the dark greens and browns, the way the branches reached towards the sky. Upwards and upwards.
He closed his eyes again. His tears had long dried when sleep swept him away again.
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Your heartbeat rattled your chest as if being chased by an invisible force with no escape. You swallowed down the bitterness in your mouth and willed the sharp images of your nightmare away. They were so clear, the red curtains and the shiny floors. The taste of the expensive champagne and the hors d’ oeuvre on your tongue. Long dresses swayed at your vision's edge, silk, velvet, and satin. Steady hands held guns aimed at you, they went off with a terrible scream. You woke up.
You were awake. You were in your room in the Castle. You were safe.
You tried to calm down your erratic breathing. Jimin was sleeping next to you and the last thing you wanted was to wake him up in the middle of the night and worry him. Clenching your teeth, you silently counted each breath. Were your hands shaking? They felt like they were shaking.
One, two, three.
Slower. Try slower.
Did your hands stop shaking? You gripped the fabric of your nightgown.
One, two–
A sleepy voice calling your name disturbed the murky waters of your mind. “Are you okay?”
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. It was over. You were in Los Angeles. You were fine. Nothing had happened to you, no one had questioned you. You had gotten out. You were fine.
“Did I wake you up?” you asked. Your voice sounded weak even to your ears.
You heard the sheets rustle as Jimin moved closer. “Can I hug you?”
In the darkness of the room, you couldn’t see him well, only the shape of his body. “You don’t have to ask.”
“You are shaking.”
Were you? So it wasn’t just your hands. Another deep breath. Force your muscles to relax like the pieces of a machine.
“I am okay now, don’t worry. Come here.” You opened your arms and Jimin crawled into them, hugging your waist and laying his head on your collarbones. “Go back to sleep, kitten.”
Jimin shook his head. “Not if you don’t. What happened?”
“Just a bad dream, it was nothing.” The lies tasted bitter on your tongue. Were they lies though? It should be nothing, it shouldn’t be haunting you like that. Nothing had happened to you, you reminded yourself as if you repeated it enough times maybe the nightmares would go away. “I just need a few minutes to forget it.”
“Do you want to talk about it? Maybe that could be better than forgetting,” Jimin said.
But forgetting was the goal. Or at least getting rid of the nightmares that shouldn’t still be happening. It was over and you were okay. You were okay. There was no reason to worry Jimin, not when you weren’t the one who had suffered. You got dressed up, drank some champagne and made small talk. It wasn’t the end of the world.
“You don’t have to worry about this, it’ll go away on its own.” You run a hand up his back to comfort him. “My brain is just playing tricks on me.”
Jimin’s hand sought out your own and intertwined your fingers. He was quiet for a few moments before speaking, “Is this about the auction?”
You stilled. He couldn’t have known. You hadn’t mentioned it to anyone. And what right did you have to complain about it? You composed yourself. “How did you guess?”
“You have been… different since you came back. You have been lost in your head. I know you are tired and it’s hard with Taehyung now but you can talk to us if you want to. It must have been really scary.” He drew closer to you, gripping your hand tighter.
“I wasn’t alone. I had John there with me.”
“That doesn’t mean it wasn’t scary,” he whispered. “We were scared for you. We thought– We trusted you but we were scared.”
Your fingers tangled in his hair and rubbed behind his cat ears which you knew would relax him. “I’m sorry I scared you.”
“It’s okay. Taehyung is here now.”
Regardless of how many nightmares you had and the tightening in your chest whenever you saw the color of blood. Regardless of the constant fear of being discovered that would never go away. You could never regret what you had done. Not for a moment. Just thinking of Taehyung in that man’s hands evaporated any doubts you had about your decision.
Jimin nosed softly at your collarbones. “We love you. It’s okay to be scared, you can share it with us. You can share it with me.”
“I’m not scared,” you said. It didn’t matter that it sounded like you were lying to yourself. “It’s over. It’s been more than a week since it happened. I’m the last person who should be having nightmares over it.”
“Why are you saying that? It must have been terrifying.”
You took a deep breath, the red bleeding into the darkness. “It was easy to blend in. It was like so many of the parties and galas I have attended. I was the guest of honor, no one suspected anything. I wasn’t the one–”
You cut yourself off before you uttered the words but both of you knew. Silence fell between you. You wished you could fall asleep again but sleep was so far away.
“Do you feel guilty?” he asked quietly.
“For what?” You were confused. Why would you feel guilty? You had done your best, probably more than anyone in their right mind would do.
Jimin gave a small shrug, bringing your joined hands to your chest. “You just sounded like it. Like you felt guilty for having nightmares about it. You don’t have to be. You are here and you are okay but– But you could have not been.” There was fear in his voice and it hurt.
You held him closer and squeezed his hand. You were there now and you wouldn’t be going anywhere. His breath warmed your bare skin. You weren’t alone anymore, you had seven people to think about when you made decisions. You had a home and you would fight to get back to it every time.
“Let’s go to sleep, kitten. We’ll dream better together.”
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After your short break, your return to work was uneventful. A few more days would have been nice but time was moving fast and there were a lot of things to do. On your first day back, before you had left the house Jimin and Jungkook got teary-eyed saying goodbye to you. Going back to work was hard for you too after being used to staying at home with them, but you would fall into your usual routine soon enough.
Your work was a big part of who you were, returning to the studios was like returning home in a way. The cast and the crew greeted you warmly with hugs and pats on the back. Will handed you a pack of papers and you made your way together to the reading room. You would be doing a few read-throughs to get the actors familiar with the characters again and work through a few knots in the script.
It was the same way it had been, waking up at the crack of dawn and returning when the sun was descending in the sky. The hybrids clung to you in any way they could while you were home. At breakfast and dinner, there was always someone touching you, Jimin sitting on your lap or Namjoon holding your hand or Jungkook hugging you from behind. They missed you and you missed them too but there was little you could do.
In the quiet of the night when most of the hybrids had retired, you asked Hoseok how Taehyung was adjusting. The answer was always the same. Hopeful but disappointing as well—guilt ate at you for feeling disappointed when you knew Taehyung was doing his best.
The story of the Raven Boys unraveled during the days and the nights. Your copy of the script was overflowing with red ink, underlined lines, and writing in the margins. It was shaping up to become everything you had envisioned and more. And you were happy. But you also missed spending more than a few hours at the Castle.
You could invite them to join you for filming and spend a little more time with them. However, you had a one-track mind while you were working and you couldn’t provide the attention they deserved. Often, you got too lost in your work. You could feel it now, clouding your mind and blending the days into a string of numbered scenes and takes.
It was a blessing that one week into filming, you finished early, just a couple of hours after lunch, and instead of staying and obsessing over the smallest details like you were prone to doing, you packed your backpack and returned home. John drove you back with instructions to relax and not think about work until the next morning. You didn’t mind listening to him.
“I’m home,” you shouted after opening the door. Due to their sensitive hearing any hybrid on the top two floors would hear the door opening, you liked to let them know it was you so they wouldn’t worry. You had wanted to surprise them so you hadn’t texted that you were coming back.
Jimin and Hoseok were the first ones to rush to the living room. Jimin fell into your arms with practiced ease and buried his face in your neck.
“Surprise,” you said, ruffling his blond hair.
He purred in contentment. Hoseok also joined the hug, his fluffy tail wrapping around your legs.
“Are you staying?” Jimin asked, his eyes shining with hope.
“I am. We finished early today so I’m all yours for the rest of the day.”
Jimin cheered and held onto your hand, following you into the kitchen where you poured yourself a glass of homemade lemonade from the fridge. A book and a few notebooks were spread over the kitchen island and you took a closer look at them. You recognized the textbook as one you had bought a few years ago during your first visit to Seoul for the press tour of one of your Oscar-winning films. You had read through the first few pages on the plane back to LA and when you had arrived you had placed it on the shelf that housed all your language-learning books and never picked it up again.
“Are you learning Korean?” you asked Jimin, scanning the awkward handwritten Korean letters in the pages of the notebook.
Flustered, Jimin didn’t look at you as he replied, “Hoseok is helping me. I thought I could communicate better with Taehyung if I knew a bit of Korean but it’s really hard.”
“He’s doing really well though,” Hoseok interjected with pride. “He is getting good at reading Hangul and he knows a few basic phrases too. He is learning very quickly.”
Jimin shrugged, his cheeks getting adorably rosy. “I have a great teacher.”
Hoseok cooed at the younger hybrid while you flipped through the pages of the textbook. You recognized your handwriting on the first few, you had written down a few questions you had so you could look them up later, which didn’t happen. Now, the answers were written underneath your questions in blue ink. The next pages were marked in both Jimin’s and Hoseok’s handwriting, there were notes in the margins and between lines and little doodles of flowers and butterflies.
Footsteps climbing up the stairs prompted you to let go of the notebook. Jungkook came running through the kitchen door and threw himself at you, nuzzling into your neck. You planted your feet on the ground and caught him just in time before you both went flying back.
“You’re back,” he whispered. He was bouncing on his feet, his excitement contagious.
“We finished early so I packed everything up and rushed back,” you said. “Has it been that long since I was back at a normal hour?”
Jungkook nodded resolutely and you couldn’t help but giggle. The truth was that it was the first time you were finishing early since filming had started again. The first week back was the busiest since you had to review everything, redraw most of the plans, check in with every department, and generally when you weren’t actively filming you spent them running around the studios like a headless chicken.
You should get a day off as soon as you could. For a workaholic, you missed being at home with them too much.
Namjoon and Seokjin were the next ones to appear at the kitchen door. Jungkook still hadn’t let go of you so they were content to leave twin kisses on your cheeks while teasing the bunny hybrid.
“Is Yoongi with Taehyung?” you asked, noting the absence of the two hybrids.
“They are in the garden,” Namjoon said, a fond smile playing on his lips. “Yoongi has been lounging in the sunlight since we finished lunch.”
“He’s starting to gain some color, he looks less like a ghost these days,” Seokjin joked. “Sometimes I think he is more cat than Jimin is.”
You laughed with them before your attention was drawn back to the textbook. It was hard learning a new language, you knew that very well. It could take years to reach a decent level depending on your dedication and the language itself. You remembered Alice suggesting you should learn Korean to communicate better with Taehyung. Jimin was doing just that without anyone asking him to and by the handwriting on a good chunk of the textbook, he had been doing it for some time.
Namjoon also took an interest in the textbook but he already seemed to know that Jimin had been studying the language.
“I would like to learn to,” he said. “I didn’t have to chance to learn another language in the past and it would be beneficial if we could communicate with Taehyung in his mother tongue. Maybe it would get him to open up more.”
Seokjin nodded. “I think it’s a good idea. I would like to learn a bit of Korean too.”
“I could teach you a few things,” Hoseok offered. “But I’m not a teacher, I don’t know what I’m doing most of the time. I can teach you a few words or phrases but”, he glanced at Jimin with a guilty look, “we are having some trouble with grammar.”
“That makes sense,” you reassured him. “It is very different speaking a language, especially when it’s your mother tongue, and teaching it to someone else. That’s why there are university courses for it. It’s a difficult job. But if you really want to learn Korean, I could find you a teacher who specializes in it. That way Hobi would have less on his plate as well.”
Jimin’s eyes widened. “Really? Can you do that?”
“Of course, I can,” you said. “I can find the best Korean teacher in Los Angeles and I can ask them to come here so you won’t have to go to the city. I’ll have to provide transportation of course. How does that sound?”
“Amazing,” Jimin cheered and hugged you again. “Thank you, thank you.”
“It’s the least I could do.”
The least because you couldn’t do the same. You didn’t have the time or the energy to learn another language when most of your day was taken up by your work. During the days you were at the studios and at nights often you had to retire to your office to answer emails and revise scripts before going to sleep. The best you could manage would be to learn a few basic phrases but that wouldn’t be helping anyone.
The arrangements for the teacher were easy. You didn’t have to look long on the internet and after a few calls you had found the perfect candidate who was more than happy to make the trip to the Castle three times a week and stay for three hours to teach the hybrids. You added a very generous bonus for her trouble.
Before finalizing the contract, you talked with Hoseok about an idea you had.
“She could help Taehyung with his English as well. A couple of hours a week could help a lot,” you suggested.
Hoseok was on washing duty after dinner and Taehyung had gone to his room for the night so it was the perfect opportunity to talk to him about this.
“It’s a great idea, if he wants to. I do my best but… I don’t think I’m helping on this,” Hoseok said, scrubbing a plate with the sponge. Foam was everywhere.
You rubbed his arm soothingly. “You’re doing amazing. Much better than I could have hoped for. But I know it’s hard for you and I wish there was a way to help you. I’m sorry I can’t do much.”
Hoseok shrugged, bubbles rising above the dishes. “You are doing the best you can, given the situation. You have already done more than anyone would have expected of you.”
Laughter floated in from the living room. You smiled through your exhaustion.
“Ask Taehyung about the teacher, okay? And tell him it’s your idea, not mine. I don’t want him to accept because I am the one asking.”
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Jimin ran down the stairs, laughing wildly. Energy coursed through his veins and urgency pushed his legs to run faster and faster. He felt like a nymph in Land of the Gods, running through their trees, their hair flowing like an enchantment and laughing and laughing. He didn’t look at his pursuer, he knew who he was and it only filled him with delight.
The rooms blurred as he passed by, never losing his footing. He emerged in the garden and the sun kissed his skin, the fire inside him burning hotter in the heat. The green stretched around him and for a moment, he got the crazy desire to go into the forest and get lost there, underneath the shade of the tall trees. He wanted to dance and drink and eat juicy fruits between the trees like the fae in the stories you told them yesterday night.
Maybe one day.
Instead, he rushed to the stairs that led down to their room. The footsteps behind him were getting closer and he pushed himself to go faster, flying down the stairs.
There was nowhere else to go now and he paused in front of their bed. It was enough time for two hands to wrap around his waist and tackle him on the mattress. He resisted a little, just for show, before wrapping his own arms around broad shoulders and laughing some more. He felt like a child, in a way he couldn’t remember ever feeling before.
“You can’t escape from me,” Jungkook said, hovering above him.
“I didn’t try,” Jimin replied, running his hands over his shoulders and up the sides of his neck. “Bunnies are supposed to be fast, aren’t they? But you only caught me when I had nowhere else to go.”
Jungkook leaned into his touch. “I would have caught you anyway. You couldn’t run forever. Now you’re mine.”
He lowered himself until their bodies were merged together. He sniffed at Jimin’s neck, taking in his scent like he had done so many times, before rubbing his nose and his cheek over his scent gland. Jimin couldn’t stop the purrs that escaped him as his body melted. His hands tangled in Jungkook’s hair, who made an appreciative sound.
The scent of pears and gardenias was everywhere, it was deliciously overwhelming. He could almost taste the sweetness and tanginess of the pears on his tongue.
He tugged on Jungkook’s hair before he could lose his mind. “My turn.”
Jungkook arched his neck back to allow Jimin to scent him. He quickly found his scent gland and buried his face there. He closed his eyes and a garden bloomed behind his eyelids.
Jungkook’s scent was so sweet and it was mouth-watering combined with the pack’s scents. He could smell his own scent there and Namjoon’s scent of summer rain and pine trees was enveloping everything. The aroma of honey buns and sweet milk glazed over them like sugar and notes of cinnamon and sandalwood pushed through. If he looked for it, he could detect your scent, naturally fainter than hybrids’. Greedily, he searched for two more scents but he could only get the impression of dark chocolate. He might have imagined it.
“I’m happy,” Jmin whispered like it was a secret. There was the irrational fear that if he said it any louder, he would tempt fate to take it back.
“I’m happy too,” Jungkook said, laying his head on Jimin’s chest.
Jimin tangled his hands in his hair and massaged his scalp, he was rewarded with a pleased sigh. “It’s like everything has finally fallen into place. I’m not sad anymore. I didn’t realize how sad I was until I wasn’t. Even when I was happy, I was sad too. I don’t know how to explain it.”
“You don’t have to.” Jungkook caught his hand in his and brought it to his mouth, placing kisses on the back of it. Jimin’s heart fluttered with the wings of thousands of butterflies. “All that matters to me is that you aren’t anymore. I only want you to be happy. I know it isn’t possible to be happy all the time but I want us all to be happy. Together and happy.”
“Together and happy,” Jimin repeated quietly.
Every time he was was with Jungkook like that, his mind strayed. It went to all the possibilities, all the could-have-beens and the what-ifs. What would have happened if Jimin wasn’t a coward, if he hadn’t run away? If he had told you what had happened before, would he have been braver? Did Jungkook feel the same after everything that happened? Did he still want to kiss him?
His bunny was so beautiful, his soft dark brown ears that flopped against his hair, his cute nose and large eyes that held the galaxy inside them. Everything about him was beautiful and Jimin loved him so much he could burst. He wasn’t sure if it was right to love him like this, to want to kiss him and hold him like lovers did but he trusted you when you said that it was okay.
Lost in his thoughts, he tugged lightly on Jungkook’s hair, who let out a sound that lit a fire inside him. It was a moan, Jungkook had moaned.
His cheeks growing red, he looked at Jimin like a deer caught in headlines. “I’m sorry! I didn’t- I shouldn’t-”
“Jungkookie, it’s okay.”
“No, no. I’m sorry,” he continued quickly. “I don’t know why I did that. I’m-”
“Jungkook,” Jimin said more firmly. “It’s okay. Really. I didn’t mind. You… sounded good.”
“Good?” Jungkook asked confused. And his eyes, how could his eyes hold so many stars inside them?
Slowly, Jimin tugged at his hair again. “Yeah, good. I liked it.”
“Oh.”
They looked at each other and the world faded around them. There was only them, them and the heat brewing between them.
“Do you-” Jimin looked away. He couldn’t just ask him like that. But what else could he say? “I love you, I love you so much. I never want you to forget. Anything that may happen, I’ll still love you.”
“I love you too, you know I do. You are my Jiminie. I would do anything for you.” He bit his bottom lip and Jimin wished he was the one doing it instead. “Did something happen?”
“No, I just wanted you to know,” he said, cupping Jungkook’s face. His skin was the highest quality of silk and satin under his hand. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m so difficult, so… scarred.”
Jungkook’s hand covered his and his gaze was unyielding, it didn’t allow him to look away. “Never apologize for that. Never. You aren’t difficult, you are incredible. You are strong, stronger than I could ever hope to be. Your scars don’t define you. I met you with your scars and I love you with them all the same. I don’t care if I have to be a little more careful or if I have to hold you a little closer sometimes. Just being close to you is all I need.”
There was a stinging behind Jimin’s eyes. “My baby,” he said like a prayer. An invisible thread pulled him closer to Jungkook until only a breath separated them. “Can I kiss you?”
“Kiss me?”
Jimin hated the doubt and the fear in his voice, he grieved that he had been the one to put it there. “I want to, I promise. It’s okay, I talked with Y/N. I’ve been so stupid. I want to kiss you so much, baby.”
“Please. Please, kiss me,” he said, voice breaking.
Their lips came together softly. There was no rush, no harshness, only love and patience. He was warm, warmer than he had ever felt. He was safe in Jungkook’s arms, hidden away in the Castle, in their home. Sweetness coated his lips. He might not deserve this, might be too broken for this but he never wanted to let go.
Two tears rolled down his cheeks. Catharsis.
Jungkook pulled back in panicked haste. “Did I hurt you? Did-”
Jimin let his tears run their course down to his neck in favor of cupping Jungkook’s face. “You could never hurt me. They’re happy tears. I’m very happy.”
The tension in Jungkook’s face eased and Jimin pulled him closer again. As he kissed him, he tasted love and freedom. He tasted of healing.
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The grand piano stood by the glass wall in the living room, polished until the black surface reflected the light like a mirror. It was a thing of beauty, a gem dipped in luxury to decorate a rich household. For Yoongi, it was so much more.
It was a few hours until you would be back home and the sun was setting behind the forest. The lights were off in the living room and it was painted in the red, gold and pink of the sunset. You would be back later than usual, the filming schedule was packed for the day and after that was done you would visit the headquarters of the production company. You had told them to eat dinner without you.
Yoongi’s fingers flew over the black and white keys. He closed his eyes and focused on the music. Each note was a bright light in the darkness behind his eyelids. It was easy to get lost in the music, in the feelings it evoked and in the pictures it weaved.
He heard it when Taehyung arrived. He didn’t speak, gave him space to go away if he wanted or simply listen in silence. The melody grew more tender.
Taehyung didn’t go away, he drew closer. He hesitated before sitting on the bench next to him, leaving a small space between them. The song blended into the next one and the next one until the familiar stiffness spread over Yoongi’s fingers and he stopped.
Outside, the reds and golds had turned into purples and deep blues. Yoongi would have to turn on the lights soon.
“Do you want to try?” Yoongi asked when the silence stretched and Taehyung didn’t seem to find the words he was looking for.
Taehyung looked at the piano in quiet wonder. “Can I?”
He was so young and it made Yoongi furious that some bastards had carved the innocence and joy out of him. He wanted to find the monsters who had done this to him and tear them apart limb by limb.
His long fingers hovered over the keys. “How?”
“Just do whatever feels right.”
Taehyung pressed the keys one by one at first, the faint lines of a smile appearing on his face at every new sound. Progressively he got braver, pressing keys together and creating disjointed melodies.
“Together?” Taehyung asked shyly.
Yoongi couldn’t say no.
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Eunoia // Ch. 26
eunoia (noun): beautiful thinking, the possession of a well-balanced mind, which exhibits goodwill and kindness
Pairings: Hybrid! BTS x reader
Summary: You are a world famous director and you have dedicated your life to your job.You have everything you could ever dream of; wealth, recognision, talent, your friends and family. But loneliness isn’t cured by success. So what happens when you somehow rescue seven hybrids? Can they fill the void?
Genre: Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, eventual smut
Word Count: 12.1k+
Warnings: past abuse, past sexual abuse, cursing, past violence,
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It was the second time Taehyung was in Jungkook’s atelier—only recently had Jungkook started thinking of it like that, before it was the atelier—but he was looking around him like it was a fairytale and everything was made of magic. Jungkook guessed he must have looked a little like that as well the first time you had shown him the room and told him it was his to do as he pleased. Athens and the Parthenon stretching on the wall never failed to inspire wonder and a deep respect in him, regardless of how long it had been since the first time he walked inside.
Everything else in the room was quite different from that first day. The once pristine and unused room was now splattered in paint. It was everywhere, on the floor and the cabinets and on the many newspapers that he used to cover everything. The first time he had stained the floor with paint, he had gone to you with teary eyes, lowered ears, and a hundred apologies on the tip of his tongue. You had simply laughed and told him that the room was his and he could paint the whole floor if he wanted to. The only thing you asked of him was to be careful of the wall painting. Jungkook would have never touched it in the first place.
Finished canvases were leaning against the cabinets and the walls. Most of them were of places Jungkook found beautiful, the Eiffel Tower, the Parthenon, a neighborhood in Amsterdam he had seen in one of your photos. There were also a few paintings of the pack, you and Seokjin cooking in the kitchen, Yoongi playing the piano, Namjoon and Hoseok under the large tree in the garden, Taehyung with Alice at the lake, and Jimin smiling so wide his eyes turned into crescent moons.
Jungkook longed for Jimin with an insatiable hunger. Now that he had gotten a taste of him once and Jimin told him he wanted it, now that there was no guilt and anguish, he couldn’t get enough of him. He wanted to always be touching him, holding him, and scenting him. His scent was like an aphrodisiac to him and he was addicted.
However, when Taehyung had shyly asked about his atelier, he was compelled to show it to him. It wasn’t often that Taehyung asked for anything and although he hadn’t specifically asked to see the room, Jungkook knew he would like it. Taehyung’s smile was also addicting and rare like a precious gem. So, he had left Jimin with Seokjin to cook in the kitchen and had taken Taehyung’s hand and climbed down the stairs. His hand was soft and he could still feel its ghost on his palm.
He was right, Taehyung’s smile was worth it. It was a tiny one, a small curve of his lips, but it was stunning.
His tiger ears twitched when his eyes landed on the painting of him. He approached slowly, taking it in. A hand reached out but he drew it back before it could touch the canvas.
In the painting, Alice was grinning brightly at Taehyung, one of her rainbow butterfly hair-clips clipped on his dark hair. But what Jungkook loved the most about it was Taehyung’s smile. For the first time, with Alice, Taehyung looked genuinely happy. The painting didn’t do the moment justice, he hadn’t managed to capture the tiger hybrid perfectly. He had taken a picture of the two of them and used it as reference but it was difficult, almost impossible, to immortalize Taehyung’s beauty in that moment.
“Do you like it?” Jungkook asked gently.
Taehyung startled as if the painting had enchanted him and Jungkook’s voice broke the spell. He hugged himself with one hand, almost like he wanted to stop himself from touching the painting. “It’s… beautiful.”
“It was a beautiful moment,” Jungkook agreed. “Alice is incredible, right?”
Taehyung nodded slowly. “I… have it. The butterfly. She doesn’t want back… it.”
They both looked at the painting. Jungkook wasn’t sure if they were seeing the same thing but maybe they were.
“Do you want to paint again?” he asked, breaking the silence. He took down the half-finished canvas of a beach from the easel and replaced it with a blank canvas.
Taehyung didn’t hesitate to agree this time. They picked up different brushes, chose a few tubes of oil paint and set themselves to work. Jungkook showed him how to paint a sunset—he had perfected the skill through a lot of observation and many YouTube videos. Taehyung seemed to have fun blending the colors and drawing the shapes of semi-transparent clouds.
They stayed in the atelier for a few hours until they were called for dinner by Hoseok, whose heart-shaped smile at seeing them together in their paint-splattered clothes rivaled the beauty of the sunset. After the meal, Jungkook asked if Taehyung would like to take the painting of him and Alice to his room. They hung it on the wall with Yoongi’s help and went back to the garden together.
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You were filming at Monmouth Manufacturing for the day. They were the last couple of scenes you would be filming there for Season 1. Hopefully—and most probably—, you would see it again next year, or the year after that, filming for Season 2. First, you would have to finish Crooked Kingdom and then towards the end of the year, maybe you could work on the Raven Cycle. Your schedule was already crazy and you were troubled about what that meant for the next year.
A headache was brewing behind your temples and you were trying very hard to ignore it. You had been at the studios since 6 o’clock in the morning and you were going crazy. It would be one of those 15-16 hour days. You could see it coming. The executive producer of Paper Hearts had called to tell you that you were desperately needed for a board meeting for the next season. They had changed the time of the meeting to later in the afternoon to fit your schedule, which proved that it was important. You dreaded the drive to the other side of Los Angeles and what was sure to be a very long discussion.
During your lunch break, you texted Namjoon that you would be late again. He didn’t say anything but you knew he was disappointed. He had to be. You had barely spent any time with them in the past few days. There were also matters you still had to discuss. You hadn’t told the other hybrids about the thing between the three of you and they deserved to know. Your headache got worse just thinking about it.
You flipped through the script during a small break, sipping on your third cup of coffee of the day. It was making you jittery but the other option was falling asleep in your chair.
“Okay, I think we are good to move on to the next scene,” you told Will. “And then we’re done for the day.”
“Should I get someone to call the actors?”
“Yeah, see if they are done with makeup and send them in.” You rolled your neck and let out a heavy sigh. “All things considered it’s going pretty well.”
Will chuckled as he motioned for someone from the staff to come closer. “For someone who’s been here since six, you’re doing remarkably well.”
You waited for him to send the man to fetch the actors before speaking again. “We’ll see about that when we’re done with this scene. If I’m on my feet and awake by then, I deserve an award.”
Will shrugged, leaning back on his chair. “I’ve seen you do worse. Do you remember when we were filming ‘The Grand Masquerade’ in Prague? You were running on three hours of sleep a night for a week. I thought you would fall asleep during filming and wouldn’t wake up for a couple of days.”
“I was younger then,” you shrugged it off. You eyed the script again, focusing on your notes. “ I don’t have the same energy.”
“It was three years ago.”
“Three years can be a long time.”
You could understand that better than anyone, considering that this year sometimes seemed like a decade to you. In a year, your whole life had changed. You were different, everything was different from last year. Three years could be a very long time, indeed. But also the blink of an eye.
One of the actors arrived and you both greeted him. Soon, he was swept away by the movement director.
“I think you need another break,” Will declared in all of his dramatic glory.
You tapped your long nails on your plastic cup, the action was strangely soothing. “I think I need another coffee.”
“You certainly need a break,” Will insisted. “And you certainly don’t need another coffee.”
He had noticed your restlessness, then. “We just came back from a break. And there is no time for another one. After we are done here, promotions for Six of Crows begin then there is the premiere and the tour and they are getting everything ready to begin filming for Season 6 of Paper Hearts. And Crooked Kingdom is next year and I am very behind on that.”
Will’s face did that thing he did whenever he was done with you, his features slacking like he was bored and a little irritated. “You can’t be behind on something that hasn’t even started yet. Be serious.”
“I am. Deadly.”
Will rolled his eyes. “Break. You need a break.”
The rest of the actors arrived then and the subject was dropped in favor of going over the details of the scene with them. They took their places and filming began. There was a place where the scene kept being snagged and you had to go over it four times to get it right and five more to perfect it.
By the end, you were running like you were being hunted to find John and drive to the company building. The meeting as you had expected was long and tiring. At least, it was a productive one. You discussed the script, the new additions, and the schedule. You shared a few worries and disagreements you had and you mostly managed to find the middle ground. Another meeting would be held in a week before filming would officially start in a few weeks.
It was past eleven when you opened the door of the Castle. No one was in the living room, which was to be expected.
“I’m back!” you shouted, even though no one would hear you if they were in the garden. The night was warm and your skin felt stifling. Sweat dotted your forehead and the change of temperature, when you walked inside the air-conditioned Castle, sent a shock through your system. Your legs had turned to stones and you struggled to take off your shoes.
All you wanted was to fall asleep. You opened the balcony door and shouted again that you were back and that you would be in your room. You closed it before you could hear any replies.
In your room, you had to force yourself to change into your pajamas instead of falling face-first onto your bed in your dirty clothes. You didn’t have the energy to take a shower like you usually did at the end of the day. Your appetite had also disappeared. You hadn’t eaten dinner but you weren’t hungry. You were taking off your makeup in the bathroom when there was a knock on your door.
For a moment, you debated not answering but you dismissed the thought instantly.
“Come in,” you called. “I’m in the bathroom.”
You heard the door open and close again. You dragged the cotton pad roughly across your face, you didn’t have the patience to be gentle and it left your skin red. Some days it was just too sensitive.
“Are you alright?” The care in Seokjin’s voice tugged at the tight knot in your chest, loosened it. You glanced at the door but he wasn’t there.
Most of the makeup was gone from your face and you looked like a mess. You threw the cotton pads in the bin and washed your face quickly to get rid of the mascara under your eyes and any stubborn residues of makeup.
Seokjin was standing by your vanity, waiting for you. It wasn’t often that he came to your room. You weren’t used to seeing him there but it felt right.
“For someone who has been running around for more than sixteen hours, I am peachy,” you tried to joke but the delivery was lacking. It was confirmed by Seokjin’s frown.
“That’s too much, even for you. That isn’t healthy.”
“It is what it is,” you said, trying not to sound defensive. “It isn’t something I haven’t done before. And tomorrow’s schedule is easier so it’s alright.”
That didn’t seem to do anything to ease his mind. “Because you did it before, it doesn’t mean you should keep doing that.”
You rubbed your temples, your headache was getting worse. “There are things that need to get done. I can’t just stop because I’m tired. I get calls all day and my inbox is full of emails I haven’t answered yet. I have a million things on my plate, I can’t ignore them.”
“I know,” Seokjin said, his tone softer. He came closer to you and took your hand in his. The touch was grounding. You hadn’t realized you were spiraling until your feet were planted on the earth again. “We know how important your work is and how much effort you have put in to be where we are. It’s admirable and it’s incredible that you’ve managed to do all this. But your health is important too. You can’t keep running with an empty tank. You need to rest too.”
You heaved a sigh and let your head fall forward to rest on his chest. Your nose wasn’t as sensitive as a hybrid’s but breathing in the familiar sweetness calmed you. He hugged you and drew you closer to him, his hand kneading the tense muscles of your shoulders and the back of your neck.
“We missed you,” he said almost in a whisper.
“You always miss me.”
Seokjin stayed quiet but you both knew. They always missed you because you were always gone.
“You should eat something before you fall asleep. Yoongi and I made gnocchi with prosciutto and parmesan and garlic bread with mozzarella. I can bring it here but I think it would be best if you ate in the kitchen. Everyone wants to see you but they don’t want to bother you.”
The simple act of going to the kitchen sounded like climbing a mountain. Your bed looked too attractive, only a meter away and very very soft. Your eyelids were heavy with the need to sleep and yet…
“I’ll come to the kitchen,” you said. Having woken up at five, you hadn’t seen anyone before leaving. The thought of not seeing them at all today left a sour taste in your mouth. “But can we stay here? For a bit?”
Seokjin placed a tender kiss on the crown of your head. “Of course. For as long as you want.”
You lost track of time in his arms but no more than five minutes must have passed by the time you pulled back with a heavy heart. A temporary balm had been applied to the ailments of the day. You could hold yourself up for a few more minutes to eat a little, you had been doing it all day.
Your legs were as heavy as concrete walking to the kitchen. You had to concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other, otherwise, you might just collapse. There was noise coming from the kitchen but your tired mind couldn’t register what they were saying.
You were surprised to see that everyone was there waiting for you, even Taehyung. Yoongi placed the plates in front of your seat and Jimin added the cutlery. Everyone else was sitting around the table in their usual stools.
Their greetings were quieter than usual and you guessed that they were conscious of how tired you were. You gave them the warmest smile you could master and patted Hoseok’s hair as you passed by to take your seat. The aroma of the food made your stomach growl, you hadn’t realized how hungry you had been before. Your appetite was back. Everything looked incredible as always and you couldn’t wait to dig in.
“Are you all just going to look at me while I eat?” you asked, picking up your fork.
The hybrids looked sheepish at your question.
“We just wanted to see you,” Jungkook said. “You left too early in the morning.”
You had to compose yourself to pierce a couple of gnocchi with your fork and not sigh out loud. Yoongi’s eyes were heavy on you, they were the ones you could detect with the most ease. You were the most aware of him.
“I had too much to do today. They have been bugging me from the studios for days. If I didn’t start early, I would have never finished. And I prefer an early morning to a late night. I tend to work better in the morning.”
You forced the fork to your mouth. You were ravenous but the conversation stalled your appetite.
“I would think that this was considered a late night,” Namjoon pointed out.
The taste, as expected, was heavenly. The creaminess of the parmesan sauce was tied perfectly with the savory crispy prosciutto. In your condition, you felt like it was wasted on you. As hungry as you were, you just wanted to put your fork down and go to sleep. But you couldn’t do that. You were better than that, you could eat something and then you could go to sleep. You could do that, you had done this before. Hadn’t you?
“This isn’t a late night,” you said after you swallowed the delicious bite. You had to eat another one. And another one. “Late nights can be anything from three a.m. to the next morning. This doesn’t happen often but I really had too many things to do. This is just for a few weeks because we’re moving very fast with the Raven Boys and filming for Season 6 of Paper Hearts will start soon. There are a lot of meetings and things they need my opinion on, it will actually be better once filming starts. They don’t need me as much then.”
You pushed the gnocchi around and you could tell they didn’t believe you without looking at them. It was true that your workload was heavier these days but you couldn’t exactly guarantee that it would get better soon. Filming for the Raven Cycle had been going exceptionally well and it was moving faster than you had originally planned. It would be wrapping up by the end of September or by early October at the latest. Wrapping up was a lot of work, the beginning and the end were the busiest parts.
The rest of autumn was going to be very difficult too. There was the premier as well, which added to your workload greatly. It would take up all of November and the work for it would start from October. Maybe December would be calmer. Maybe.
You ate the rest of your meal in relative silence. They didn’t talk more about you leaving early and coming back late although you knew they wanted to. Their voices were quiet as they talked about anything from witches in cartoons to color theory. You let their words play in the background like the sound from a TV as you tried to eat as much as you could.
The result was a half-finished plate of gnocchi and one less garlic bread with mozzarella. Your eyes were closing involuntarily by then, staying closed for longer periods each time. If you didn’t go to sleep now, you would fall face-first into the gnocchi.
You slid off your seat and balanced yourself on numb legs. “Thank you for this, it was delicious. But I really need to go to sleep now.”
“It’s okay,” Seokjin said, glancing at half of the food still on the plate. “You should rest.”
“At what time do you start work tomorrow?” Yoongi asked. He had been silent during your dinner and his voice rang louder than the rest to your ears.
It must have taken a few seconds to navigate the fog in your mind before you could answer. “Filming starts around nine, so I should be there by eight. Half past eight at most.”
“That’s still too early,” Hoseok said, frowning.
You waved their worries off. They had better things to worry about than the job you had been doing for half of your life. “It isn’t too early. I can sleep for a decent number of hours before I have to get ready. It’s alright, really. Goodnight, everyone. Sweet dreams.”
With effort, you dragged your body to your bedroom. You didn’t bother turning on the lights and stumbled to your bed guided only by the moonlight. There wasn’t a point in closing the blinds when you would wake up around the time the sun was rising. The light of your phone was too bright in the darkness and it made your eyes sting as you set an alarm.
A few messages caught your attention but a knock stopped you before you could open them.
“Come in,” you called, setting your phone aside. The door opened and the light from the hallway slipped in, outlining the silhouettes of the two hybrids. “Is everything okay?”
They both nodded and Jimin took a few steps into the room. “Can we sleep here tonight?”
“Both of you?” you asked, half-suppressing a yawn. Unlike Jimin, Jungkook hadn’t slept in your room before and the only time you had shared a bed was in Virginia.
Jungkook’s bunny ears drooped. “I can go, I don’t mind. I just missed you.”
“Sorry, that isn’t how I meant it.” Your surroundings were a bit blurry, the minutes stretched but were also impossibly short. It felt a little like life was a dream when you were tired like this. “Come in, both of you. And close the door behind you. It is blinding me a bit.”
They hurried inside and did as you told them. You couldn’t see them well as they moved through the darkness. They surrounded you, lying on different sides. Jimin didn’t hesitate to draw closer, throwing an arm over your stomach. Jungkook was a little stiffer on your left like he didn’t know how to situate himself. You found his hand, intertwining your fingers, and a quiet sigh escaped his lips.
It felt right, lying between them. Like that was how it was meant to be. But maybe that was the exhaustion talking, the dream realm slipping into the waking world.
“I missed you too,” you whispered. “Now sleep. I have an alarm set for the morning.”
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Summer bled seamlessly into autumn. The change wasn’t apparent in the Castle, autumn had only arrived in name. The heat was still there and would remain for some time. During the days, it still made sweat drip down your temples the few times you filmed outside the studios but the nights were comfortable and moon-bright.
You had a couple of hours free between takes and nothing to do so you got into your car (John had taken the day off to spend some time with Alice) and started the engine. “Nothing to do” was a relative term of course. There were many things you could be doing, countless extra little tasks that crowded your thoughts, but you disregarded all of them. You had been spending whole days away from home and you were beginning to feel guilty about it.
On your way back, you stopped by your favorite homemade gelato shop. In San Diego, you had gone for gelato the first day and the hybrids had loved it. You had made it a habit to get gelato at the beginning of each day during ComicCon, it was your little ritual. You had ordered gelato a couple of times to the Castle as well but with eight people, it didn’t last more than a day.
There were dozens of flavors behind the display case, all of them looking delectable. You got a wide variety, remembering the flavors they liked the most. You picked hazelnut, tiramisu, chocolate chip cookie, almond, caramel, coconut, cream and sour cherry, nutella, and vanilla and asked for 1 kilo of each to be delivered to your house. It was too hot and your house was too far to transport them in your car.
You didn’t have to wait more than a few minutes outside the gate before the delivery boy arrived. You got the bags full of gelato containers from him and sent him off with a hefty tip. The Castle was a long way from the heart of the city and anyone willing to make deliveries there deserved a nice tip.
Unlocking and opening the door was a struggle but you managed. You shouted you were back and fast-walked down the stairs, the plastic bags digging into your hands. On the second level, you were faced with Jungkook, who was also climbing the stairs to reach you. He looked as if he was ready to attack you with a hug before noticing the bags.
“A little help?” you asked, raising the bags a little higher. Your arms protested loudly.
Jungkook quickly took most of the bags from you and if you hadn’t been the one carrying them before, you would have believed they were light as a feather with the way he was holding them. “What are all these?” he asked, peeking into the bags. His eyes sparkled and his smile widened in realization when he spotted the containers. “Is that–?”
“Gelato,” you said, a little proud of yourself for thinking of making the stop on your way back.
Jungkook’s steps turned into little hops. “You are the best! How much did you get? Are these all different flavors?”
“You will see…”
Jungkook made a sound close to a petulant whine. “Come on,” he said, dragging the vowels. “What are they? Did you get hazelnut?”
“We’re almost there. You’ll see in a minute.” The garden was coming into view as you climbed down to the last level but Jungkook still turned back to pout at you. “Dramatic bunny,” you muttered lowly but not low enough for his enhanced hearing not to pick it up. You didn’t mind, his giggles were cute.
At the bottom of the stairs, Namjoon and Seokjin were waiting for you.
Seokjin squeezed your wrist in greeting before saying, “He is a very dramatic bunny.”
“Hey! You should be on my side!”
Seokjin raised his eyebrows. “And why is that?” And that set off a round of bickering as they walked to the table to set down the bags.
Despite your protests, Namjoon took the last bags from you. “You should accept a little help from time to time,” he said firmly. You knew that he meant it for more than this. You decided to ignore it for now, you would overthink this later.
“Everyone, gather around! I brought gelato!” you called.
In a few minutes, everyone was gathered around the table. Hoseok, upon seeing the many containers of gelato, had done a happy dance, kissed your cheek and ran upstairs with Seokjin to get bowls and spoons. Jimin had wrapped himself around your back and was licking his lips, which was highly distracting. You shouldn’t be thinking about this.
Taehyung was the quietest one, as he usually was. He was sitting next to Yoongi, looking at all the containers with parted lips.
“I got gelato for us,” you told him. “It is really good. I got a lot of flavors so you can try as many as you want.”
“Gelato,” Taehyung repeated softly, gazing at the containers spread over the table.
Hoseok and Seokjin arrived with eight bowls, too many spoons and three ice cream scoops—you didn’t even know you had that many—and set them down around the table. You busied yourself with opening all the containers. You already knew which flavors you wanted so you grabbed one of the scoops and served yourself three scoops of ice cream.
Jimin had hooked his chin over your shoulder and wasn’t making any move to serve himself. That was up to you then.
“Which flavor do you want?” you asked him, dipping the scoop into the cup of water.
He rubbed his cheek against your shoulder lazily. “Hmmm, I think I want to try a few before I decide.”
You decided to indulge him, you liked it when he got playful and joked with you. You preferred when he was confident and asked for what he wanted. It was beautiful to witness how much he had changed through the months. You dipped a spoon into the flavors in your bowl first and brought them to his mouth. He savored each spoonful, humming and licking his full lips. He was so close to you, if you turned completely your noses would touch. How did you always end up in these situations lately?
“I want that too,” Jungkook said, pouting and pointing at your spoon. He was sitting at the bench and he had his own bowl in front of him, filled with four scoops of gelato.
“You want almond?” you asked.
“No, I want to be fed too.”
“You really are a baby,” Seokjin said. “Is that what’s going to be happening now? Whatever one has the other wants too?”
Jungkook looked away, taking his spoon again disappointed. “No, it just looked nice. It felt nice to be cared for when we were at the lake. If you don’t want to, that’s okay. I just wanted to ask.”
At the lake, you had been feeding them strawberries dipped in chocolate and your mind had run too wild. You should stop thinking about that. “I want to, you are just a little far. I can’t really reach.”
Jimin was about to say something, probably offer a solution but before he could, Seokjin had picked up Jungkook and plopped him down in his lap.
“Here, I will feed you, you big baby. Is this alright?” he asked, ever caring.
Jungkook squirmed a little but seemed pleased, a light flush settling on his cheeks. “Yes, of course.” He was as tall as Seokjin but in his lap, he looked much smaller. He opened his mouth obediently when Seokjin brought the spoon to his lips.
Your eyes strayed to Taehyung, you were hyper-aware of him whenever you were in the same place. His eyes had that look that you couldn’t understand, it was there every time you interacted with the other hybrids lately. They were telling you that he was opening up more these days but to you, he remained a mystery.
In the end, Jimin ate most of your gelato and you scooped some chocolate chip cookie into your bowl because you knew how much he liked it. Hoseok and Namjoon closed the containers and carried them upstairs, they returned and went to sit by the pool. Yoongi finished quickly and lied down under the shade of the tree closest to them. Jungkook grew sleepy and turned to the side, laying his head on Seokjin’s shoulder. Jimin joined them, hugging Jungkook from the side.
Taehyung stayed at the bench like he wasn’t sure where he should go, his empty bowl in front of him.
“Did you like it?” you asked, gesturing to his bowl. Another reminder of your shortcomings, you didn’t even know how much he had progressed in English.
“Yes, thank you,” he replied. The low timbre of his voice surprised you each time. You heard it so rarely that you didn’t get the chance to get used to it.
You should make an effort to talk to him, avoiding him would only make matters worse. But you couldn’t find anything to say. What exactly could you say to him, who had lived most of his life like a caged animal, who you had bought at an illegal auction?
Suddenly, you had the equivalent of a light bulb lighting up next to your head in a cartoon.
“Hobi told me you liked the painting of the pomegranate in the gallery,” you said then realized that pomegranate was probably a word he couldn’t understand and proceeded to explain the painting. “It has glass around it and a hand is holding it. Am I making sense?”
Seokjin looked at you amused but Taehyung nodded in understanding. “It is beautiful.”
“Right, it is,” you agreed. “The artist, the one who made it, is holding an exhibition in LA. We could go if you would like.”
You had bought the painting from her long before her fame had grown and spread. There was a magic to the way Eliana Velasco painted, everything came alive under her brush strokes. The painting of the pomegranate had enchanted you and given your history, you had to have it.
“Go?” he repeated, clearly confused.
“Yeah, to a place that has many of her paintings. You can see them there. Would you like that?” Talking to him, you were more nervous than at any of the award shows you had attended the past few years, more nervous than during any contract negotiations.
Taehyung’s eyes widened a fraction before he nodded. “Can I… see them?”
“Of course,” you said.
Jungkook stirred against Seokjin’s shoulder. “Are we going to an exhibition?”
“If you want to.”
“Are you going to be there too?” he asked and that was harder to answer. Your schedule was the busiest it had been in months and you were drowning in deadlines and responsibilities. You were saved from answering him by a notification on your phone. The numbers displaying the time showed that you were late to leave. You pocketed your phone and with quick goodbyes, you disappeared.
You were so stupid. You had offered to take Taehyung to an exhibition when work was wrapped around you like a noose. But you had panicked. Eliana had sent you an invitation for the opening night, promising there would be French champagne and hors d’ oeuvres. You had attended plenty of her exhibitions and had many conversations about art and life and their inter-connected philosophy while drinking champagne or wine and staring at paintings.
Although Taehyung’s situation was solved and Amelia had let you know some time ago that legally you were safe, going to the opening night didn’t sound like a good idea. There would be many journalists there who would love to write a piece about you and your sudden decision to adopt so many hybrids. They could go without you another day, that wouldn’t be too bad. Taehyung looked so hopeful and now that you had said it, you couldn’t take it back. You could text Eliana and ask her if she could meet you there one day so you could introduce her to them.
You should try and get some time off.
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It was like a curse, to not be able to sleep in the very few hours you could afford to. Your bed was empty and cold and you couldn’t get comfortable regardless of how much you twisted and turned. Your limbs were too long and awkward and nothing felt right. All the wild thoughts you couldn’t be bothered with during the day showed up one after the other to be examined from every angle and set aside to pick up the next one. It was a losing battle and yet you insisted on fighting it every time before giving in, getting up and popping a pill into your mouth.
You returned the bottle to the cabinet and closed it. After Seoul, for some time it had returned to your bedside table but after a couple of weeks had passed it felt like you were admitting defeat by keeping it there. The image in the mirror was a far cry from the celebrity you were supposed to be. The darkness under your eyes formed bruises, getting worse by the day. Your skin had grown pale and your hair was a mess, you hadn’t had enough strength to braid it before attempting to fall asleep.
You considered going back to bed but the pills could take up to an hour to work when your insomnia reached its peak and you were craving a snack. Something small and sweet sounded nice.
Once again, you had returned late and eaten dinner alone. Your appetite was lacking although the food was delicious. Sometimes, it got like that when you were too tired. You had promised yourself to limit early mornings and late nights but that had changed when you had texted Eliana about the exhibition. She had offered to accompany you to the exhibition on one of the days it was closed to the public and you were more than thankful to her but that also meant that you would have to take half the day off.
The TV was on in the living room, subtitles displayed at the bottom of the screen with no sound. Namjoon was sitting on the couch, arms crossed and watching with distracted eyes. Everyone else had departed to their rooms for the night. His ears twitched as you took a few more steps and he turned to look at you.
You waved your hand, trying to offer him a smile. “Hey.”
He sat up straighter. “Hi. Why are you still awake? Do you need something?”
“Just some water. Maybe a snack.”
“You were really tired when you went to bed. Did you not fall asleep?” he asked, frowning.
You shrugged. “I couldn’t. It’s one of those nights. If I eat something, maybe I will fall asleep easier. A full stomach and all that.” You didn’t mention the pill, it was awkward to do that. “Don’t let me disturb you. I’ll just grab something and go back to bed.”
Namjoon got up and in a few strides, he was standing in front of you. He caressed your cheek, searching for something in your eyes. You weren’t sure what he could see there. “I’ll join you. Let’s sit together for a bit. I haven’t seen you properly in a few days.”
“But you must have stayed back to watch that,” you said. A documentary was playing on the TV, something about Egyptian history.
“It doesn’t matter. I would rather spend my time with you. Unless you don’t want to, then I’ll go back to the couch and be very quiet.”
You slid your hand in his, the touch grounding you in a night that felt both like you were wide awake and caught in a blurry dream. “I would like some company. I’ve missed you too. I’m–”
“Don’t say you’re sorry. There is no need for that.”
He leaned down, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead. His lips lingered for a few moments, warmth spreading inside you. You raised your head and captured his lips in a kiss. The worst part was that you couldn’t remember how long it had been since you had last shared a kiss. His lips were velvet as you remembered them. This was home. Running back and forth, you had forgotten what it felt like.
You pulled back and grabbed his hand. “Let’s go.”
In the kitchen, Namjoon stood next to you as you rummaged through the cupboards for something that looked appetizing to you. The cupboards were full and yet nothing was calling to you until Namjoon remembered that Seokjin had made ice cream sandwiches with the gelato you had bought and various kinds of cookies. That sounded like heaven so you opened the freezer and chose two of them.
You leaned against the counter, shoulder to shoulder with Namjoon, while you devoured them. Gelato might not have been the best idea to put you to sleep but they tasted heavenly. The pill would start working sooner or later.
“Is it worse today?” he asked. He didn’t elaborate further, he didn’t have to.
The ice cream sandwiches were gone and you were left holding the plate. You licked your fingers and placed it in the sink. “I have a lot of things on my mind. I should be too tired to think but apparently, I’m never too tired for that.”
“Anything in particular?”
“Everything, more or less.” You turned to the side, facing him. “There’s too much to think about and not enough time. Never enough time,” you muttered the last sentence to yourself. If you had all the time in the world it would still not be enough, you would find a way to fill it. “I’ve been putting everything off. Everything I don’t want to deal with or I don’t know how to deal with. And the longer I put it off, the worse it gets.”
He was quiet for a few seconds, taking in what you said and pondering how to reply. It was beautiful, how his mind worked and how attentive he was. “If there is any way we can help you, anything I–we can do, we will. Whatever you want to do, we will support you. Sometimes, in our head, we can make things look bigger, more scary than they are. Do you want to talk about them? Maybe if you talk about what you have to do or what you’re worried about, it will be easier to work out the best way to approach them.”
That was something your therapist used to tell you, that while things festered in your head, they would only get more tangled and more daunting. She had suggested writing them down or talking to her about them. She was right, you knew she was right and that it helped and yet you hadn’t stopped to do that.
You took a deep breath, debating if it would be better to find a notebook and figure out your mess on paper instead of dragging Namjoon into it. But there was a part of you that itched to confide in him and give in to the way you felt safe when you were together.
“I don’t even know where to start,” you confessed.
You started slowly, with your usual worries about Taehyung, how he was adjusting and how little time you were spending with him and if that was for the best. It was the same old spiralling, you had poked and prodded at it so many times and Namjoon must have been bored of listening to the same rehashed concerns, yet he didn’t interrupt you. You unravelled steadily, once you started speaking, you couldn’t stop. There was the filming for the Raven Cycle, the final touches of Six of Crows, the premiere and the weeks of promotions and the anticipation for the reviews of the critics and the audiences. The book you hadn’t finished and the deadline you couldn’t meet.
You rubbed your hands over your face. It had been so long since most of those problems had surfaced and you were ashamed that you hadn’t faced them yet. “And we haven’t told anyone about us. We said we would and I know you’re waiting for me but I’m never here. And I don’t know how.”
Namjoon caught your hand and brought it to his lips. Lowering it, his thumb rubbed soothing circles on your skin. “It doesn’t have to be complicated. They will understand and they will be happy for us. You shouldn’t let this keep you awake, everything will be alright. They are our pack, this won’t change anything.”
“But…” The anxiety that persisted. “Yoongi. What if his reaction is… bad. You know what he said.”
“That was before.” He sounded sure but there was a tightness at his jaw. “It is different now. He is different, you can see it. He is softer around the edges, he even helps Jin in the kitchen. He’s settling in.”
“Because he doesn’t know,” you said. “You remember what he said, right? That night? That I adopted you so I could take my pick and now there is Jin and it’s just too much like that, can’t you see it?”
“It’s nothing like that. We both–” Namjoon stiffened, his gaze locking somewhere towards the entrance. “Yoongi?”
Your heart rate sped up, a knot forming in your chest. Yoongi walked in, his socked feet not making a sound. How much had he heard? The last minutes of the conversation replayed in your mind in a panicked mess. What had you said? How long had he been there, listening to you, before Namjoon noticed him? What conclusions would he reach?
Instinctively, you tried to get away from Namjoon but his hold on your hand kept you there.
The panther’s face didn’t give anything away. You couldn’t read him regardless of how much you studied him. You didn’t know his tells, if he had any. His expression was a carefully curated mask of apathy and you couldn’t see past it. Or you didn’t dare to try. Maybe you were too afraid of what you would find.
“How did you know it was me?” he asked, voice missing some of its smoothness.
Namjoon held your hand tighter. “You are the only one who can sneak up on me.”
You swallowed down your anxiety and tried to think of him the way he was the past few months, when he helped you with rearranging your office, him playing the piano in the afternoons, your walk at the lake, the vague memory of him helping you up to your room when you were drunk in Virginia. But they were all pushed back by the memory of his snarl and his sharp teeth that night.
“How much did you hear?” you asked, forcing your voice to be steady. He was going to learn of it at some point and as scared as you were, you had to face this.
“Enough.” His tail curled behind him and stilled. “You are afraid of my reaction to something. Is that it?”
Your eyes locked with Namjoon’s and he nodded. This time you weren’t going to run. This time would be different. “Yes, there is something we wanted to tell you. Something we wanted to tell everyone. I didn’t know how to tell you, that’s all.”
“You can tell me now,” he said and it sounded almost like a dare. You weren’t sure if you were walking into a trap.
Namjoon spoke up before you could. “You remember that the two of us are… We are together, as humans would say, romantically.” Yoongi nodded. You couldn’t imagine how he could forget. “That extends to Jin now. We love him and he loves us.” It was almost like he was challenging him to say anything but Yoongi was quiet.
“We didn’t know how to tell everyone. And you…” You didn’t know how to finish.
He scoffed. “I was an asshole.” One side of his lips was twisted up but something about it hurt. “You didn’t want to tell me because I was an asshole when I found out about you two. Worse than an asshole.” He dropped his gaze to the floor, his shoulders were slumped as if in defeat. For a moment, you wished to reassure him but what he was saying was the truth. “I understand. I’m not– I’m happy for you. And I’m sorry.”
He turned to leave but, through your confusion, you knew you didn’t want him to go.
“Wait,” you called. He stopped but didn’t turn around. “Let’s talk. We need to talk.”
Yoongi looked at you over his shoulder. This time, you studied him without your heavy-duty lenses, without the fear of discovery. Like the expression of an actor, you picked apart the tiniest details to paint a picture. When your own barriers were gone, it was easier to see.
“What is there to talk about?” he asked.
“A lot. Things we should have talked about sooner.” Communication was a golden rule in your handbook and you used to be good at it, you tried to be good at it. The misunderstanding trope was overused and useless when the issue could be resolved with a simple conversation.
It was about time you stopped walking on eggshells.
“We never truly talked about it,” you started. “And I didn’t really want to because things were going so well. They are going well. But you are my family now.” His lips parted, only slightly but you caught it. “I can’t know how all of you see it, if it’s the same for you, but that’s the way I feel. And I want to be honest with you. I still think about what you said in the garden and sometimes it affects me more than I would like. However, I would like to put it behind us but I want to know what you think.”
His eyes were sharp but you weren’t fooled this time. “Can we? Can we really put it behind us?”
Namjoon was silent next to you, he was letting you handle it.
“I think we are already beginning to.” You took a deep breath in preparation. There was a question that could make or break this peace between you and you were both dreading and dying to ask. “Do you think that I’m taking advantage of them because I love them romantically?”
His eyes widened. “No,” he denied sharply. “No, of course I don’t.”
It was like a knot unravelling in your heart. Although there was a part of you that had known, the relief was still there. “Then we can move past it. We can try again. We are already trying again.”
“How?” Yoongi asked and he sounded smaller, much smaller than you were used to.
The pills were beginning to act, it was a light drowsiness at first. You had to do this quickly before you fell asleep and crumbled down on the floor.
“The same way we are doing now. By doing our best.”
“I am trying” His hands clenched into fists and loosened again. “I’m sorry. For everything.”
“You don’t need to be. Not anymore. As long as I know that we are fine.” Your eyes were growing heavier and the fog was slipping in. “I think we should go to bed now,” you said. It was getting more and more difficult to open your eyes.
You must have stumbled or something because you heard Yoongi ask, “Are you alright?” at the same time as Namjoon’s “Do you want help?”
You waved them both off. “I’m fine. It’s the pills.” It was easier to admit when you were almost asleep. One moment your feet were on the floor and the next you were up in the air. “Joon?”
“I’m taking you to your room. It’s time for sleep.” One of his arms was under your knees and the other was holding you close to his body.
“Namjoon, I can walk,” you protested weakly. Namjoon shushed you and you let it go. You were so incredibly sleepy and you were safe there. You relaxed in his arms and finally closed your eyes.
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Most of the flowers were drooping in the garden of the Castle. Namjoon and Jimin were attempting to keep them alive for as long as possible before fall swept them away. They cut off the dead leaves, watered the plants and applied the appropriate fertilisers. There were also varieties that lasted all year and the gardener had taught them how to take care of them too.
“These won’t last much longer,” Jimin said, running his fingers gently over the petals of a slowly wilting flower.
“They will bloom again in spring,” Namjoon reassured him. “Each season has its beauty and these belong to spring and summer. Autumn has its own colors too but they are different.”
Jimin pulled his hand back and grabbed the watering can. “I know, but I will miss them.”
Namjoon patted his head and Jimin preened under his touch, chasing his hand. He was too cute sometimes and Namjoon adored him. “It’s okay to miss it but you can also be happy about the new things that are coming. Miss Roberts said she will bring sunflowers and hydrangeas to plant next week, it will add some color. When something ends, something else begins.”
Jimin giggled, watering the flowers although they would be dead next week. “Nora has told you many times to call her by her name.”
Namjoon rubbed the back of his head. “I forgot. I’m trying.”
Yoongi came out of the house, a book in his hand. He had been visiting the library more lately. Namjoon had been wondering where he had been. The rest of the pack had holed up in the cinema room to watch a comedy and, like the two of them, Yoongi had opted out but they hadn’t seen him since.
“Yoongi!” Jimin called, waving with the hand that wasn’t holding the watering can. “Come here. Sit with us, we are almost done.”
Yoongi paused, glancing at the table and benches on the other side of the garden.
“Come on,” Namjoon called for him as well. That was enough to sway Yoongi’s decision, who made his way to them.
Jimin bounced up to him, grabbing his hand and dragging him to the flower bushes they were tending to. Yoongi grumbled about the rough treatment but Namjoon wasn’t fooled, the upturn of his lips was small but unmistakable.
Jimin explained to him what they had been doing so far and Yoongi listened to him attentively.
“They are beautiful. You have been doing a really good job. Both of you,” he said, his eyes darting to Namjoon.
He was tense, it wasn’t obvious but Namjoon could pick it up. He gave him a smile, hoping he would relax. Yoongi confused him but he thought he could understand him a little better now. “Thank you. What are you reading?”
“Oh, this?” Yoongi raised the book a little and shrugged. “I saw it and I thought it was interesting.”
“I haven’t seen that before,” Namjoon said.
The cover was painted in shades of yellow and orange, framing two pyramids. Without saying anything, Yoongi handed him the book. It was called The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho and it was a relatively short book. He turned it around to look at the synopsis and Jimin peeked at it over his shoulder. Namjoon wondered if you had read it or if it had been sitting there unread on your shelves for years. There were so many books in your library and you had admitted that you hadn’t read most of them, but you had also told them that once upon a time you used to read a hundred books a year.
“It does sound interesting,” Namjoon commented, passing back the book. “You should tell me if it is any good when you finish it.”
Yoongi looked down at the book’s cover. “I will.”
Jimin declared that they were done with gardening for the day and grabbed both of their hands, pulling them to the shade underneath one of the trees. They sat down and he situated himself with his head in Namjoon’s lap and his legs in Yoongi’s. Yoongi cracked open his book and began to read while Jimin talked about flowers.
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“And… CUT!” you called. It was repeated again by Will and the actors relaxed, the expressions of their characters wiped clean. “That will be it for today. Thank you everyone!”
The crew buzzed as the cameras and the sound systems were turned off. People were talking to their earpieces and others were giving pats on the back to each other for another successful day on set. Crew members passed by and offered their congratulations to you.
“What are you rushing for?” Will asked.
You continued throwing everything carelessly into your backpack. “I’m visiting the gallery today, remember?”
“Right, that’s today,” he said, snapping his fingers. Some things stuck with you in entertainment. For example, the overexaggerated gestures. “I thought you had a company meeting dressed like this. A very important one.”
In the morning, you had put more thought into your outfit compared to a simple filming day. You were wearing tan trousers and a form-fitting black top embellished by a crossover belt that wrapped around the body and was tied together with a golden Medusa head emblem. The heels, the golden earrings, bracelets, and rings confirmed that filming wasn’t the only thing on your schedule.
You slung your backpack over your shoulder (you would switch it later with a black Dior bag you had in your car). “No meetings for me today. I really have to go. I’ll catch up with you tomorrow.”
“Have a good time, boss!”
You greeted any familiar faces on your way to your car and sent a quick message to Namjoon that you would be picking them up soon. The 8-seater car was an impulse purchase at a time when you had a larger friend group. You hadn’t used it much, only for a couple of short trips to private beaches.
You checked your appearance in the visor mirror and reapplied some powder and lipstick. You looked good enough, there wasn’t much more you could do.
The hybrids were waiting by the fountain. They had dressed nicely for the occasion, wearing some of the more formal outfits you had bought for them. You could feel the excitement in the air as they climbed into the car. It had been a long time since you had gone to the city like this. Jimin was quick to slide into the passenger seat, followed by a little happy dance at his success.
The exhibition was taking place in Central Los Angeles, housed in a tall and wide building that appeared to be made up of several cubes that jutted out of the main structure. Jungkook and Hoseok had their phones out, taking photos of the strange building. Distantly, you remembered coming here before but you couldn’t place when or why.
Eliana was waiting for you inside wearing a simple flowing blue dress and a large smile. You greeted each other with a hug and proceeded to introduce the boys to her. She shook their hands enthusiastically and in a few seconds she had already engaged them in a conversation about art. Usually, she talked quickly like she was rushing to get everything out before she forgot but she was talking slowly now, using simpler words and waiting for Hoseok to translate whenever he deemed he should.
She guided you through the gallery, floating ahead of you. She gave explanations of some of her works while she let others speak for themselves. Taehyung’s eyes were sparkling while she talked, in a way you had never seen before. His smile stayed on during your whole visit, big and boxy, and you finally felt like you were doing something right.
The other hybrids seemed to be enjoying themselves as well. Namjoon was asking plenty of questions about the meaning behind the paintings and her inspiration and Jungkook was very interested in the more technical aspect of her work. She readily answered all of their questions and when you pointed out that Jungkook spent a lot of his time painting, she encouraged him to show her some of his work. Although he was shy, hiding behind his floppy ears at first, Eliana managed to convince him to show her a few of the paintings he had on his phone. She was stunned when you told her he had only been painting for a few months and Jungkook grew even shier when she showered him in compliments.
At the end of the tour, she let you wander the gallery by yourselves for some time and then suggested going to the gallery’s gardens to hang out. The gardens were of considerable size, about as large as the inside of the gallery. Neatly trimmed flower bushes lined the pathways and plenty of modern sculptures decorated the space. A large fountain stood proudly in the middle and there was an artfully made gazebo raised on a platform at a far corner, overlooking the gardens.
You offered to go get some coffee and some baked goods from a nearby bakery/coffee shop you had found on the internet. Eliana protested at first but she gave in quickly at the promise of an iced Spanish latte and muffins. Namjoon volunteered to accompany you, although what surprised you was Yoongi offering to come along.
“You need more than two people to carry everything,” was the only explanation you got. You couldn’t deny that he was right.
He hadn’t been acting any different towards you since you had let him know about the nature of your relationship with Seokjin, so you acted the same way you always did too. His quiet acceptance was more than enough for you and it was a great weight off your shoulders.
You were talking about the exhibition, not surprised that Yoongi had been paying close attention to the paintings as he recalled his favorites, when a call of your name surprised you. The voice was familiar and, for a few seconds, you couldn’t place it. Until you could. And the peace froze over.
You turned around to find Jacob waving at you in the quiet street. His hair was cut much shorter than the last time you had seen him and his white loose pants and half-unbuttoned shirt made him look like he had just stepped off a yacht party. Maybe he had. His thousand-watt smile, reminiscent of a politician, was fixed firmly on his face.
“Hey, I knew it was you,” he said when he caught up with you, like he had won a prize. He pulled you into a quick hug and you didn’t know what to do with your hands until he let you go. “Haven’t seen you in ages.”
You wiped invisible dust from your trousers. “Yeah, I’ve been very busy.”
“You were never one for rest, right? The woman always running, always working, never has time for anything else,” he joked and it shouldn’t bother you the way it did. He gestured to Yoongi and Namjoon, “Aren’t you going to introduce us?”
Namjoon looked politely curious and Yoongi downright uninterested.
“Right,” you said. “This is Yoongi and Namjoon. And this is Jacob.”
Their eyes sharpened the moment you uttered the name.
“I’m just Jacob now?” he asked, eyebrows raised. “After three years? Not even a friend?”
“I don’t know. It isn’t like we’ve spoken since last year.”
Initially after your breakup, you used to imagine how your next meeting would go and how the two of you would act around each other. Three years was a long time to share your life with someone to then go back to being strangers. You hadn’t entertained the idea much since then, you had found yourself thinking about him less and less. Still, whenever you thought about meeting him, you hadn’t anticipated the bitterness that grazed your insides.
Jacob chuckled awkwardly. “Well, you said you were busy. I have been busy as well, I’m working with a few very big names, you know. I got my hands on some of the best songs of the year.”
“I’m sure they’re great.”
“Haven’t you listened to any of them? You must have heard a few of them. They were everywhere.” Jacob was talented enough and well-connected and he sure liked to brag about it. “I asked Zayn and he said you were doing well, working of course. And you got yourself some company too.”
You clenched your jaw to bite back the harshness burning on the tip of your tongue. You hated the way he said it and the way it reminded you of your mother.
“It was a bit of a surprise, I’ll admit. I don’t remember you ever talking about adopting, you didn’t seem a big fan of the idea. No offense of course,” he directed the last part to Namjoon and Yoongi.
“Things change,” you said dismissively. “We have to go. There are people waiting for us.”
Jacob’s smile didn’t falter but his eyes narrowed a fraction for only a second. He may only be part of your past but you could still read him well. Was it the same for him? Had he ever been able to read you in the first place?
“Of course,” he said. “I’ll see you around.”
“Sure.”
You turned around and started walking, Namjoon and Yoongi following you. Last year you loved him enough to move in with him and this year you couldn’t stand to be in his presence. You thought you would feel nothing when you’d see him again but the truth was that everything about him irritated you. His poised smile, his bragging, his nonchalance.
Why was he able to get under your skin like this? You were over him, you didn’t want anything to do with him. But you were supposed to be civil, uninterested like the heroines who didn’t raise more than an eyebrow in the direction of their exes. It irked you and the way he looked at Namjoon and Yoongi irked you more. You had defended him to everyone, he wasn’t a bad guy, he didn’t treat you badly but as time passed you were starting to realize some things you couldn’t see clearly before.
Yoongi was the first one to speak up when you had almost reached the coffee shop, “What an asshole.”
“He isn’t–” You stopped yourself and laughed. “You know what? He is, a little bit.”
“A little bit?” he repeated, doubtfully.
“I don’t want to judge but…” The way Namjoon paused told you everything you needed to know. “I had to try very hard to stop myself from growling at him.”
Yoongi smirked. “Down, wolf.” Namjoon ignored him.
“Thank you for not doing that, that wouldn’t have ended well. Please, don’t growl at people.”
“I don’t know if I can promise that.”
Well, you couldn’t say that you minded that much. You could admit to yourself that Namjoon growling was kind of hot. And if the situation called for it…
“I didn’t like the way he spoke to you,” Namjoon said. “It was weird. There was something about it that was wrong, almost demeaning.”
“He can be like that sometimes. Like he is above almost everyone else, like some things are beneath him. He would make those stupid comments and I would always try to ignore them,” He was always supportive of your career and proud of your success but he had never shown interest in any of your other hobbies and likes. Reading was boring, paintings were overrated and overpriced, drinking tea was pretentious. “I never thought I would be one of those shit-talking their exes unless they did something really bad.”
“I support this shit-talking,” Namjoon said.
“I do too,” Yoongi agreed.
It made a strangely pleasant feeling run up your spine. “We’re here,” you said, instead of continuing the conversation. According to Google Maps, you had arrived at the coffee shop.
As you walked inside, you might have heard Yoongi saying lowly to Namjoon, “I kind of wanted to punch him.”
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You were sitting on the chair in front of your vanity, braiding your hair and stuck thinking of the same scene. Before going to his room for the night, Taehyung had approached you and thanked you for taking him to the exhibition. His expression was sincere and you finally felt like you were moving in the right direction.
When there was a knock at your door, you already knew who it was before you called for them to come in.
“Can we sleep here tonight?” Jimin asked, Jungkook draped over his back.
“When have I ever told you no?” you asked, finishing your braid and securing it in place with a silky scrunchy. “Go on.”
They both hopped on the bed, bouncing a little and sharing delightful smiles. You watched them through the mirror as they rolled around, holding each other.
Jimin looked up from where he was tangled with Jungkook, holding your gaze through his reflection. “Are you coming?”
“I am, I am,” you said, putting your brush back in the drawer.
You joined them on the bed, their hands quickly reaching for you and situating you between them like the last time. Jimin purred in contentment, rubbing his face in your collarbones. Jungkook held onto your arm and you could feel his breath caressing your neck with how close he was lying.
An unwanted echo of what Jacob had said entered your mind. Always working, never having time for anything else or anyone else, even the ones most important to you. You were gone most of the days and it made sense that they wanted to be close to you at least at night.
“Did you have fun today?” you asked them to distract yourself.
“I loved it! Eliana was so nice and her paintings were incredible,” Jimin said. “I took so many photos, my phone must be full of them.”
Jungkook nuzzled up closer to you. “I took many photos too. Can we print the one we took of us all together? I want to put it in our room.”
“Yes, please,” Jimin added cutely.
“Of course. You should print a couple more too, if you want, and choose some pretty frames for them. There is a lot of free space in your room.”
They cheered a little. You lied there in comfortable silence but you could detect a nervous energy in the air. It was in the way Jimin was fidgeting with the hem of your silk night shirt and how tightly Jungkook was gripping your arm. You waited until they were ready.
“We actually… we have something to tell you,” Jimin said.
“Anything you want, kitten,” you said, running your fingers through his hair. You could see how the use of the nickname affected him, squirming a little as his smile grew sweeter. “You know you can tell me anything.”
“I just–” He looked at Jungkook, who gave him an encouraging nod. “I kissed him, we kissed. And… it makes me very happy.”
Jungkook caught Jimin’s hand that was pulling at your shirt and intertwined their fingers, laying their joint hands on your stomach. “He makes me very happy too,” he said in a small voice.
The new knowledge was like a puzzle piece sliding into place. It felt natural to you that their relationship would progress like that. The way they looked at each other, the way they touched each other, was evidence of a deeply intimate connection. If the image your mind conjured of them kissing lit a spark in your chest, you hid it even from yourself.
“Thank you for telling me. If it makes you happy, then I am happy too. All I want for you is to be happy and know how loved you are. Come here.” You pulled them closer and placed lingering kisses on their foreheads. “I will always support you. Always.” You took a decision then. You couldn’t put it off any longer. “I have something to tell you too. Jimin already knows but Jungkook, I would like for you to know too. I don’t know how to say this exactly and I’m sorry we’ve kept this from you but I, Namjoon and Jin have been romantically involved. All of us. We have been kissing too.”
“Oh.” Jungkook paused. “That makes sense.” You couldn’t help but laugh at that, Jimin joining you. “I mean you’re very close and it just makes sense. We’re pack and I think that most packs are a little in love with each other, in one way or another,” he said. His cheeks felt hot against your shoulder.
In one way or another. He was right, it was such a special bond and you could imagine that for hybrids who felt the sense of pack deeper, the lines were easily blurred. A door opened in your mind but you closed it again forcefully.
Jimin fit his face in the crook of your neck. “I love you. I love you so much, all of you. Our pack. I don’t know how I got so lucky to have you. I don’t know if I deserve this.” His voice was wet.
“You do,” you stated. “You deserve everything and more. And we love you so much. So much.”
Jungkook squeezed his hand. “We love you, Jiminie. Our pack wouldn’t be complete without you. We need you to be whole. We need everyone.”
Their hands remained linked over your abdomen as you fell asleep.
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So What? | MYG | Masterlist
Pair: Hybrid Cat Yoongi x F Reader
Summary: Running from a past that foreshadows him, Yoongi is adamant about ever turning back to his human counterpart form, in hopes that nobody would recognise him and take him away. You worked at a cafe with your best friend. As a more-than-normal day seemed to go by, you discovered something amidst your housing block. Perhaps - just perhaps, the nighttime is where the angels arrive.
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au
Warnings: Contains explicit language, abuse
Total WC: 31473
Taglist: @bearr02 @svnbangtansworld @vintageoldfashion @prwprwprwpr @bontensbabygirl @codeinebelle @ldysmfrst @idkjustlovingbts @popcatx0 @yoonjinsgirl @marblemoonstones
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Epilogue
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