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Owner Part IV

DON’T OWN THE PICTURE

Hello Hello! Here’s the next part of owner! It took a while, but I’m glad it’s out there for you all to enjoy!

Panic enveloped your being. Jungkook stood up and scrambled to shut the bathroom door, almost falling and killing himself in the process.

“Y/N? Are you home?” your mother’s voice echoed through the halls. You were trying to get to your feet without slipping and smacking your head again.

“Y-yes! I’m in the restroom, give me a minute,” you yelped. You rushed and threw a towel at a very naked Jungkook. He pulled the towel around his waist and covered himself.

“Does she just barge in like this usually?” he whispered, exasperated.

“Well, normally I’m alone so it doesn’t matter,” you answered, rushing to wipe down the floor.

“What do I do?” he asked, looking at himself in just a towel.

“We’ve been dating a while, she’ll think it’s normal, just stay here,” you said going to the door. You glanced back to see Jungkook’s lean and toned back on display for you. You shook your head and hurried out of the room.

When you made it to the living room your mother was sat on the couch, looking through her day book. She lifted her head and smiled; standing to give you a hug.

“There’s my lovely daughter,” she said, squeezing tightly. You sighed and hugged back, knowing she wouldn’t let go until you did. However, it was nice to see your mom again after a long time of being apart. As much of a pain as she is, you loved her nonetheless.

“Hi, mom,” you said, releasing your hold on her. She gave a big grin as she looked you over. However, confused flitted across her face as she took notice of the wet marks on your clothing.

“Why are you wet, darling?” she asked, pulling at the fabric curiously.

You thought of a lie quickly.

“Jungkook just got out of the shower and wanted a hug so, I got a little damp,” you laughed, trying not to look too nervous.

“Jungkook?” she asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“My boyfriend, the one I’ve been living with for the past two months,” you clarified. Her eyes widened and she tried to find her words.

“He lives here, with you? But you’ve only been dating a few months,” she said, her face clearly displeased.

“It’ll be eight months next week mom,” you said, pushing your hair back off your face.

“Y/N, I think I got soap in my eye,” Jungkook said, walking out rubbing his eye. Your mother gasped.

“He has ears!” she yelped. Jungkook looked at you with raised eyebrows.

“Most people do mom,” you said.

“But they’re dog ears!”

“He’s a hybrid mom. They’re part human, part animal,” you said, explaining the ears. She walked up and looked at him closely. Closely, your mom looked at him with her lazer vision.

“What do you do for a living?” she asked, staring up at him.

“Freelance dancing mainly, one performance could give me enough for a few months,” he said smiling. “But Y/N has encouraged me to make a career out of it,” he explained, wrapping his arm around you. Normally you’d flinch or shy away from anyones touch, but Jungkook’s warm arm around your waist felt oddly relaxing. Your mom raised an eyebrow at the two of you before giving a smile to Jungkook.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you darling,” she said, kissing his cheek. You watched your mother for any signs of displeasure, but couldn’t find any. “How about we go to the cafe together? I’d love to get to know you more sweetie,: she said, smiling at you both. Although, something didn’t sit right with you.

You all went to the cafe with your mother per her request. She was nice the whole time, but something was eating at you.

“So, how was your trip mom?” you asked after a lull in the conversation.

“Fabulous, everyone was lovely, and the clothes!” she gushed. Your anxiety eased watching her become more animated. She talked about the luxury of the city while your food came.

“You’d never believe how big the eiffel tower is in real life,” she said, smiling brightly. The waiter set your food in front of you, but you didn’t really pay attention, more entertained by your mother’s hand gestures. You mindlessly went to lift a bite of your salad to your mouth before your fork was smacked out of your hand. You gasped ad looked at Jungkook furiously.

“What the hell is your problem?” you fumed.

“You were just about to take a huge bite of mango, you’re allergic,” he said, pulling the salad away from you. “Could you remake this please?” he asked the waiter. The staff quickly cleared your plate away while you stared at Jungkook with a stunned look on your face.

“Thank you,” you whispered, staring at him with wide eyes. Your mother gaped at Jungkook with a shocked expression.

“My God! Y/N!” she yelped, holding your cheeks. “Be more careful! My God I could’ve lost you, my only baby!” she cried, hugging you tightly. You cringed at her yelling and gross crying, but patted her head to sooth her.

Finally, when you mother detached you looked at Jungkook with a loving expression.

“Thank you,” you said a little louder so your mom could hear.

“I’m your boyfriend, it’s my job to keep you safe,” he said, kissing your hand. You could practically hear your mother’s internal screaming. The rest of dinner went off without a hitch. Your mom insisted on paying for the meal. ‘The least she could do for the man who saved her daughter.’ You tried not to throw up your meal you’d just had.

You went back to your apartment and your mother decided to stay in a hotel closer to the mall.

“I want to do some shopping tonight,” she said as she made her way out. You and Jungkook waved goodnight. When the door finally shut you walked out of Jungkook’s embrace and to the kitchen to start making some tea.

“What a day huh?” he said, jumping up on the stool.

“Thanks again,” you murmured. “I normally would look closer at the menu, guess it just slipped my mind,” you said, shrugging as you boiled the water.

“Don’t mention it, I was the one who put the mangos on that salad, it’s only fair I save you from them,” he stated. You snapped your head in his direction so fast you could’ve sworn you heard a crack.

“What did you say?” you glowered. Jungkook became tense and bit his lip. You noticed that his ears started to flatten against his head.

“I may or may not have told the waiter to put mangos on your salad...”

“The fuck did you just say!?” you screamed lunging towards Jungkook, murder the only thought in your mind at the moment. Jungkook grabbed your waist and tried to keep you from clawing his face off.

“Hang on hang on!” he yelped, jumping away from you agilely.

“I’ll hang something, you sound like the perfect thing to hang!” you growled. Jungkook blocked your attack with ease, making you snarl in annoyance.

“Just listen!” he yelled, making you stop. He sighed in relief at the ceasing of your slapping. “I knew that your mother was wary of me, so I did that so she would trust our relationship a little more, I wouldn’t ever let you eat something that could hurt you, I promise,” he said, placing his hands on your shoulders. You looked down for a moment then pushed his hands off you.

“Whatever, next time yu plan on playing with my life, let me know first, yeah?” you said, pulling your bag off the couch.

“You would’ve have died, I’ll give you CPR,” he chuckled.

“Come near me with your mouth without my consent again and you won’t be able to reproduce,” you warned, flicking your hair over your shoulder and heading towards your room. Jungkook grumbled something, but you didn’t think too much about it before shutting the door to your room and heading for a well deserved nap.

---

A few weeks had passed and you and Jungkook had gotten used to co-existing with each other.

He had this habit of waiting for you to come home. When you asked him about it, he said it was just natural for him to wait for you. Because it was more fun when you were home. So every night when you walked through the door, Jungkook would be there with a warm cup of coffee or tea.

Although, there was one problem that you kept encountering.

Jungkook didn’t know the meaning of personal space.

Whether it was when you were cleaning and he was always behind you and wanting to hang onto you. Now, it wasn’t really a problem, you didn’t mind really. But you weren’t the touchy feely kind of person.

But on the weekends when you were reading a book or watching TV on the couch Jungkook would crawl up and lay his head on your lap. At first it was a little irritating because he would push your book up and around. He also would bug you to play with his hair. Generally you wouldn’t, but if he had been good you would run your fingers across his scalp a few times to give him the attention he wanted.

However, the one thing you weren’t going to tolerate was him sneaking into your bed in the middle of the night.

There would be nights when you’d wake up sweating and you briefly think that you are going through early menopause, but then you feel the arms around your waist and Jungkook breathing down your neck.

Jungkook had many bumps and bruises from you pushing him off the bed and onto the floor. He claims that he doesn’t do it on purpose. He just gets cold and he likes to be warm.

Although, sometimes at night when he’s asleep in your bed and clinging to you, you’ll hear him talk in his sleep. He’ll go through some fits and it’s concerning. But, you wake him and he laughs it off telling you it’s nothing and that he’ll go back to his room...

But you can’t shake the feeling that something’s wrong.

It had been bothering you all day at work and even the night before when you were trying to fall into a fitful sleep. Because restless sleep was better than none at all. Kinda.

You were walking out of your office building when Taehyung, the security guard you had humiliated yourself in front of decided to pop up.

“Hey, Noona!” he shouted, bounding over to you like an excited puppy. You thought briefly of Jungkook jogging your way when you arrived home. You quickly shook your head to focus on other things.

“Taehyung-ah, how are you?” you asked, slowing your pace while he matched it.

“Great! Thanks for asking, did you ever figure out that boyfriend fiasco that you were worried about?” he asked, as the two of you headed for the door. You flushed and tried not to think about asking him to play boyfriend for you.

“U-Uh, yeah, sorta...” you said, not really wanting to divulge your current situation to the younger man.

“Awesome! That’s good to know, you seemed really upset over it,” he said, giving you a kind hearted smile.

“Don’t worry, I figured it out. So... Did you need something?” you asked, looking at the envelope he had in his hand.

“Ah! Yeah, that’s right. Namjoon-hyung wanted me to give this to you, apparently someone sent you a letter! How cool, people never send letters anymore. I wish someone would send me a letter,” he prattled, starting to head towards a tangent you didn’t really want to be apart of.

“Thanks nice of you to bring it to me Taehyung, I’ll take it if you don’t mind, I’ve got to go home and make dinner for Jung-” you stopped yourself. Taehyung gave you an odd look.

“Jung? Jung who?” he asked, bumping shoulders with you. “You really must’ve solved that boyfriend problem huh! Good job noona!” he said, giving you his classic boxy grin.

“Ah ha ha... Yeah, anyways. Thank you for bringing me this, see you soon, yeah?” you said, already heading out the door. Taehyung just nodded and waved as you scrambled to your car in embarrassment. If all of you interactions with Taehyung ended this way, you were hoping he’d make himself as scarce as possible.

---

The walk home was uneventful.

You were busy thinking about Jungkook. The whole day you were worried about him. This morning he was asleep on the sofa and he was rather warm. You weren’t sure what was wrong with him. Waking him up had proven fruitless. So, you had left your cell phone number and the home phone next to him in hopes that he would call when he woke up.

But your phone was silent the whole day.

Not even your mother called, something out of the ordinary for her. Unless she was spending money. Then you didn’t really want to hear about it.

You wandered around the streets, trying not to get too worried. If Jungkook needed something he would call you. Wouldn’t he?

Without meaning to, you started to walk a little faster. Then a little faster after that. And before you knew it you were running down the street trying to get home. You were worried. You had been worrying about him all day and without meaning to your mind had been wandering to him all day.

He’d been fine a few days ago! Why the sudden change?

You jogged up to the front door of your apartment building. One of your neighbors, Seokjin, was getting his mail when you stumbled through the door looking like a hot mess.

“Whoa, easy there Y/N-ah, you alright?” he asked, looking at you with curiosity.

“Just, feel like I left something on in the apartment and I wanted to make sure that I didn’t,” you said, running past him and up the stairs.

You flung open your apartment door and saw Jungkook by the stove. He looked stunned.

“Welcome home, Y/N,” he said with a soft smile.

You were panting and before you knew it you were running towards him and pulling him into a tight hug. Jungkook stumbled back slightly as you clung to him.

Memories of you younger brother being sick and needing you, but you were never there flashed through your mind... You couldn’t think about him. Not now...

Jungkook looked at you with confusion swimming in his eyes. You were trembling. What had happened when you were at work? Did someone upset you? Anger ripped through Jungkook faster than he thought was possible. Who hurt you? Who hurt someone who had done so much for another person?

You didn’t have to save him like you did. He didn’t know you and you didn’t know him. Sure he was helping you out by getting your mother off your back, but other than that, what was he contributing? Not much...

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“Kang Woo... I’m so sorry,” you breathed into his chest.

Kang Woo? Who was Kang Woo? Is that the person that upset you at work?

“Y/N? Y/N are you okay?” Jungkook asked, pulling you away from him so he could look at you. Your cheeks were puffy and eyes were red. You had started to cry.

Nothing made sense. You weren’t like this. Nothing made you cry or made you upset. You were tough as nails and strong. Confidence was as easy as breathing to you. Your abundance of charisma and pluck were some of the things that Jungkook liked about you. But seeing you in this state enraged him.

“Yeah, sorry... I-I don’t know what came over me,” you whispered, rubbing at your eyes. “Long day at work and I guess I just needed to cry it out,” you explained. Jungkook wasn’t sure he believed you, but he let it go not wanting to upset you further.

“Okay, sorry that work wasn’t the greatest...” he tried, wanting to make you feel better.

“It’s fine,” you said before giving Jungkook a stern look. “What the hell was with you this morning?” you asked, poking his chest angrily.

“What do you mean?” he retorted, leaning back against the countertop.

“You were asleep and sweating and-and I thought that you were sick so I left my phone number next to the couch and I was waiting all day for you to call but you never did so-” you took a deep inhale and continued. “I thought something really bad was happening to you so I was useless today!” you complained.

Jungkook seemed to think about it for a moment.

“Whatever it was I feel fine now, don’t worry, okay?” he said giving you a smile. You wanted to argue with him, tell him that he should be resting and that you would take care of him. But, something told you not to fight him. He would be okay.

“Alright, but if you do start to feel unwell, please let me know okay?” you pleaded. Jungkook nodded and patted your head and headed towards the living room. You watched him go and sit down before you phone beeped.

New Message:

1-334-083-7345

We know you have him. We’re coming to get him. You’ll regret taking that mutt into your home.

Watch yourself, Y/N...

*Please don’t ask about updates. Thank You.

Owner Part V

Holy shit this is still a series? You bet your sweet ass it is. I told you guys that I would be continuing Owner and I did promise some of you that it would be soon. That was a long time ago so now it’s back! Please enjoy.

I DON’T OWN THE PHOTO. IF YOU ARE THE ORIGINAL OWNER OF THE PHOTO PLEASE LET ME KNOW SO I CAN REMOVE IT IF NECESSARY.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Romance, Hybrid!AU, Slight Action (Based loosely off the J-Drama Kimi Wa Petto)

Warnings: Threats made over the phone, other than that not much. If I missed anything please let me know!

Word Count: 2,619 (sorry it’s short)

Watch yourself? What the fuck did that mean? Who was ballsy enough to threaten you with that kind of talk? Just as you were about to call the number in haste, your phone was taken from your grasp. You whirled around to see Jungkook looking at the device, growing worryingly pale by the second. 

“Jungkook, what is it? What’s wrong?” you asked, coming up behind him to touch his back. He flinched at the contact, something that made your stomach drop to the floor. 

“How can they be following me...? I lost them... How could they have found me, again...”

Jungkook was staring at your screen with such pain and agony it made you want to cry again. You slowly reached out and took the phone from his hands, wrapping your palms in his.

“You need to tell me what’s going on. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me everything,” you said, looking him in the eyes. Jungkook worried his bottom lip and looked at you with fear and exhaustion. 

“Okay, but can we make ramen for dinner?”

—

You both sat at the table, ramen sitting untouched in front of you both. 

“Jungkook, who’s phone number is that?” you asked first.

“I don’t know exactly who, but the message they sent is clear. They’re coming to get me, and I made trouble for you...”

You shook your head. “No, Jungkook. You didn’t make trouble for me, if anything, you’re helping me out with trouble... Not making it for me. So, who are the people that sent the message?”

“Hybrid Hunters... Ever since I escaped from the hostels, adoption centers, wherever they managed to trap me that time, these hunters would find me and bring me back. They’d torture me for weeks before they said they’d found me... The wounds would be explained away and yet another price tag would be put on my head. Y/N, they are brutal, and only want money. If anyone puts a wrench in between them and their money, they wind up dead... I’m the big prize they want, and you’re the wrench. I can’t allow you to get hurt.”

“Who said anything about allowance?” you spoke up. “Jungkook, believe me when I say I can handle myself. I’m not worried about a stupid text message. I’m more concerned about you right now. Today I thought you were deathly sick, and now you’re stressing yourself out. This kind of pressure can send you right back to where you were this morning.”

Jungkook shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair. “Y/N, you don’t understand. These people can and will kill to get whatever they want. If what they want is me... then let them have me,” he whispered. 

You scoffed. “No way in hell is anyone putting their hands on you if I have anything to say about it,” you announced. Jungkook huffed and poked at his ramen, looking at the noodles as if they held all the answers he needed. 

“Y/N, I like being here with you,” he whispered, looking at the table with sadness in his features. 

“Jungkook, I like you being here too... You make my life much more interesting to say the least,” you soothed, trying to avoid the inevitable. 

“Because I like it so much, I’m going to have to leave,” he said quietly. Your throat closed up. 

Leave? Was he being serious. 

“Jungkook, don’t be rash. You’re stressed and exhausted. Eat a little bit and then we’ll talk more about this tomorrow-”

“Y/N they killed my family. So many people that I’ve surrounded myself with have died. I can’t let you share that fate,” he breathed, water sinking into his tone. 

“Then you shouldn’t have agreed to be my boyfriend,” you whispered, taking his hand gingerly. “You still have a promise to keep. Like hell I’m letting you go back on it,” you stated firmly. Jungkook sighed and finally took a bite of his cold ramen. 

“I really can’t-”

“Sleep with me,” you blurted out. Jungkook’s chopsticks fell onto the table as he coughed on his ramen. You clambered up and smacked him on the back to help with his choking. To which he swatted you away, claiming you were hitting him too hard. 

After he calmed down a bit and you were seated, Jungkook looked at you with astonishment. “You want me to sleep with you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“You said you get lonely at night and I was thinking what if mom came in early in the morning and saw you sleeping in the guest bedroom and how weird that would be for a couple-”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Y/N you gave me a damn heart attack,” he said, holding his chest. 

“What? What did I do?” you asked. 

“I thought you meant sleep with you like the getting naked and doing the do,” he said, rubbing his forehead. 

“What? Ew, no,” you said, scrunching your nose up. 

“Excuse me? Ew? Have you not seen how deathly attractive I am?”

“I’m waiting for the side effect to kick in, and so far I’m disappointed,” you narked. Jungkook gave an appalled look before slurping more ramen into his mouth. 

“I’d like to sleep with you though,” he said softly, chewing his food with vigor. You gave a little smirk and sipped your tea. 

“I bet you would.”

“Oh shut up!”

—

As you showered you heard Jungkook ruffling in your bedsheets. The guy couldn’t be still if his life depended on it. 

You stepped out onto your bath mat, drying your feet and then wrapping a towel around yourself. You dried yourself off and gathered your clothes. Slipping on your pajama top and shorts you threw your old clothes in the hamper and headed out to your bedroom.

Jungkook was laying on top of your sheets, looking out the window with a neutral expression.

He looked handsome like this, hair ruffled as he sprawled out in the bed. You smiled before climbing in next to him. Jungkook immediately brought you close to his body. Warmth suffused through you like lava, making a blush rise to your cheeks. Jungkook seemed not to notice as he buried himself in your hair. 

“Mmm, you smell good,” he said, sniffling and moving deeper into your hair. 

“Get away from me you dog,” Jungkook made a sound of displeasure.

“Excuse me, that’s rude,” he said, lifting his head from yours and giving a sour look.

“But it’s half true,” you sang, laying down and turning your back to the man.

“You’re such a boob,” he complained, pulling at the covers before lying down again.

“Shut up and go to bed,” you said, snuggling into your pillow gently. He must’ve gotten the message because soon there was silence, and Jungkook quit fidgeting. 

Thinking back to the message and everything Jungkook had told you made you want to run to the police. But if they knew you had an unregistered hybrid in your home the two of you would be in trouble. Jungkook more so than you. No doubt they’d take him back and put him up for sale again. Just the thought of losing Jungkook made your heart skip a beat. 

Everything he’d done for you goes up in smoke if the two of you got caught. 

That meant that you’d have to deal with that threatening message on your own. 

Maybe you could go get Jungkook registered to be your own hybrid... But if he belonged to someone else prior he’d be sent back to them. No doubt getting hurt in the process. 

It seemed as though everything you thought about backfired on you.

What were you going to do?

Jungkook shifted in his sleep and your eyes went to him immediately. His soft hair illuminated by the moonlight. His skin alight in the pale glow as well. You smiled and reached out, brushing his hair off his face and brushing against his ear in the process. A little whine escaped from him as you did so, causing you to jump back from the touch. 

“Mmm... Y/N,” he mumbled, turning over and capturing you in his embrace. You yelped at the sudden move from him, but he was asleep... Him burrowing into your hair only proved your point. 

Letting it slide you wrapped your arms around his neck, cradling his head close to your body.

“I won’t let anything happen to you Jungkook. Ever.”

—

The next morning you woke up hot. Like, hotter than the sun hot. 

You looked down to see Jungkook’s body molded to yours. And he was boiling. 

Worried, you felt his forehead and shock ran through you at how hot he really was. Turning him over on his back you saw his flushed appearance. Pale, wet skin greeted you as you got closer to him.

“Jungkook? Jungkook are you alright?” You asked, shaking him slightly.

A groan erupted from the man, making you jolt slightly. 

“Y/N,” he moaned out, reaching for you again. 

“Jungkook I’m right here,” you said, taking his hand.

Soon, you were flush against his boiling skin, his grip firm as he held onto you. 

“Hey!” You yelped, pushing against his chest. 

“Y/N,” he groaned out again, making you worry even more.

“Jungkook let go,” you said, easing his hands off of you.

“Y/N, hurts,” he whimpered, holding onto his stomach. 

“What hurts Jungkook? Where?” 

Suddenly, Jungkook’s eyes were wide open as he took in his surroundings. 

“Y/N?” He asked, looking at you with confusion.

“Yeah, it’s me,” you said, eyebrows furrowed with stress.

“W-What am I. Oh, that’s right, we slept together didn’t we?”

Hearing Jungkook say it so casually made your cheeks flush in embarrassment.  “Yeah, we did. But I barely slept thanks to your wiggling. And your incessant groping, honestly even in your sleep you can’t keep your hands to yourself,” you joked. 

Although, Jungkook seemed a little more concerned than you thought.

“I what? I shouldn’t... I-I need to take a shower,” he said quickly, jumping up and out of bed before you could get two words out otherwise. 

“Jungkook hang on-“

SLAM

The door shut and you were left alone in the room.

The sound of the water turning on made you sigh in resignation. There was something going on with him, and he wouldn’t tell you what it was. If he’s sick and he needs to see someone, damn the consequences his life is more important than a little facade. 

You went out to the kitchen to make breakfast, deciding that scrambled eggs and toast would have to do until you went grocery shopping again. 

Cooking gave you something to think about other than the fact that Jungkook was acting strangely. And about that damned text message. 

All you had to focus on was the eggs cooking in front of you. 

The smell of them...

Burning...

Burning?!

“Oh shit fuck!”

You quickly turned the stove off and fanned at the eggs, hoping that maybe in some world they’d be alright to eat. Apparently that world was not this one because they were toast. Done for. 

“Aw man,” you whined, looking down at the last three eggs in your hand. You knew you’d give them to Jungkook and only have toast yourself for breakfast. 

Whatever, the man ate like a black hole anyways. Might as well cook enough for him to eat well. Plus, he wasn’t acting like his usual self anyways, maybe he’s not been eating enough. 

Your decision made you started cooking again, making sure to keep your eyes on the eggs and not letting them burn this time. After a while you had the eggs completed and the toast all set and ready to go on the table. 

It had been about thirty minutes and Jungkook still wasn’t out of the shower yet. Perhaps he was just taking a longer shower than usual. Really sudsing it up or something, you don’t know. 

But just as you were about to go and check your phone rang. 

Looking down at the number it was disguised as unknown. 

Hesitating only briefly you picked it up.

“Hello?”

“Ah, Miss Y/N, how pleasant to hear your voice,” a cool tone came over the phone.

“May I ask who’s calling?”

“I think you already know who it is my dear,” the voice said, chilling you to the bone.

“What do you want?” You asked, fear turning into anger.

“Oh, my dear Miss Y/N, you know exactly what we want. And we are going to get him whether you play nice or not. Now, here’s what I’m offering to you,” he said, completely calm.

“Whatever it is you can shove it, I’m not giving Jungkook to you,” you snarled, not understanding the possessive nature coming out of you.

“Oh ho ho, Miss Y/N, let’s not be rash. See, we have our eyes set on a certain someone should you not agree to cooperate,” he announced.

“Please I barely have anyone left, don’t,” you plead. 

“Miss Y/N, we aren’t heathens. We won’t do anything unless absolutely necessary. Unless you leave us no choice,” he warned.

“Please, let me keep him. I-I’ll pay you,” you winced, knowing that you couldn’t afford him.

“I know it must be hard, you see that particular hybrid can be very charming. But believe me Miss Y/N, he’s nothing but trouble,” the voice stated.

“Jungkook is everything but trouble I assure you, please I-I...” you trailed off. What could you possibly offer them other than money. Money you didn’t have. Sure you were well off, but Jungkook was no doubt worth millions. Just looking at him alone, you knew that to be true.

“We’re giving you two weeks, Miss Y/N, two weeks before you decide,” he said, the dial tone hitting your ears soon after. 

You felt sick.

These people were hunting Jungkook and you were now caught up in the mix. But, this is Jungkook you’re talking about. Goofy, love able Jungkook. The one who was helping you...

Surely he couldn’t be in any trouble...

Well, more than he’s told you anyways.

But a thud from the bathroom snapped you out of your thoughts.

Dropping everything you ran to the bathroom, knocking on the door quickly.

“Jungkook! Jungkook are you alright in there? Say something!”

“Y/N,” a broken voice called from the other side of the door.

“Jungkook? What’s wrong?!” You asked, panic starting to rise in your chest.

“Please, help,” he whimpered. 

Before you could even think of the decency of the situation, you barged in to find Jungkook, curled up in the bottom of the shower. Holding his stomach as if he’d been injured. 

“Jungkook,” you whispered, coming closer and turning the water off. 

“Y/N,” he panted, shivering when you got close. 

“Jungkook, you need to tell me what’s going on. I want to help you but I can’t if I’m left in the dark about everything,” you said, brushing his hair away from his face, much like you’d done in the night.

“I-It’s heat, I’m going into heat,” he said, panting softly against your hand.

“What?” You asked, looking at him as if he had two heads.

“H-Heat, I-I’m... I need...” he whispered so softly you could barely hear him.

“Jungkook you’re not making any sense, what is a heat? Like when animals go into heat? That kind of a thing?”

“Y-Yes,” he croaked, “so much as happened I didn’t think it was possible anymore but. I-I’ve been with you for so long I-I can’t help it,” he whimpered.

“Oh Jungkook, how do I? What do I do?”

“Please, have sex with me...”

Owner Part VI

I apologize for not updating this one in a while. But it is also cross posted on AO3.org, just under a different name, DreamingCompanion. If I missed anything in the tags please let me know! Love you guys! 

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Romance, Hybrid!AU

Words: 3.8k

Warnings: Penetrative Sex, Unprotected Sex (Kinda she has an IUD), Oral (F receiving), Dirty Talk. 

“What? Have sex with you? Jungkook no!” you gasped out, but your heart was pounding in your chest. Barely able to hold onto the last shred of your sanity.

“Please, it hurts so bad,” he whimpered, reaching out for you desperately. On instinct you reached for him too, taking his wet hand in yours. He was trembling, his body was hot, as if he were on fire. You felt fear trickle down your spine. He looked so genuinely distressed that it made you want to comfort him in any way that you could. 

But that message... Two weeks...

It really was dangerous messing with all of this. Jungkook was no doubt worth millions, but as he sat here in your shower, he looked like a wounded animal, just begging for help. 

How were you supposed to choose?

Could Jungkook even consent in the state that he’s in?

“Jungkook we can’t, you’ll regret this,” you tried to reason away, bringing a towel to his head to dry him off a little bit.

“I won’t!” he denied vehemently. 

“Jungkook.”

“I won’t! I’ve wanted you since you took me in! But you’re always ignoring me, not letting me touch you and it drives me crazy that any man could walk through that door... I want to be the only man that comes home to you, and your food and your smiling face. I want it to me that you touch, no one else,” he growled.

“What has gotten into you?” you asked, eyebrows rising to a height you didn’t think possible. 

“It’s my heat,” he whimpered, head lolling to the side slightly.

“Easy, Jungkook listen to me, what does that mean?” you tried getting out of him.

“My heat is... it’s my... natural breeding time,” he said. 

“So you get this yearly?”

“Yes, but, didn’t think... Didn’t think I could anymore,” he said.

Your heart ached when you thought about his hard past, and everything that he’d done to get to this point right here in front of you. And he was living in your home, your guest. Your... your friend. And you wanted him to be safe and comfortable as long as he could be. And if that meant you were to give a piece of yourself to him you’d never get back...

Then so be it.

He was fading quickly. You had to work faster. 

“Jungkook, Jungkook listen to me,” you said, cradling his face in your hands. 

“Whaa?” he asked, mouth falling open slightly. 

“I’ll do it, let’s go to bed,” you said, reaching for his hand.

Jungkook froze underneath you, making you worry that something bad was going to happen.

“Don’t say that and not mean it, Y/N,” he warned, voice husky and dark. It made a throb of want coarse through your body.

“I mean it, let’s get you out of here and go to bed,” you said softly, encouraging him to stand up. 

Before you could think you were pinned against the floor, Jungkook’s naked frame atop you.

“Y/N,” he whispered, looking at you with such a tenderness you weren’t sure if he wanted to fuck you or snuggle up to you right on the spot.

“This isn’t my bed,” you corrected.

“I don’t care,” he whispered, bringing his lips down to connect with yours. You inhaled sharply through your nose at the sensation of Jungkook’s lips being pressed against yours so firmly. He was warm and soft, yet not ridgid. Pulling away, Jungkook brushed a strand of your hair out of your face.

“Come on, my back is starting to hurt from laying down here,” you said, trying to stand up. Jungkook helped you, but quickly pulled you into his embrace, laying his head in your neck and breathing in deeply.

“You smell so good,” he whimpered, rutting against you lightly. You choked back a groan, this was about Jungkook not you.

“Come over here,” you said, heading towards the bed. 

Jungkook was quick to follow you, making you laugh a little. He pouted but stayed quiet. You sat down on your bed. Jungkook stood in front of you, naked as the day he was born. A blush ravaged your cheeks as you tried to compose yourself. Although Jungkook wasn’t the waiting type it appeared. Coming closer he brought his lips to yours again, hands on either side of your body. He took full control of the kiss, licking and nipping at your lips with a sincerity that could only come from him. Jungkook brought his hand up to your shoulder and pushed you back into a lying position on the bed. You let him lay you down, enjoying the feeling of his lips on yours. 

“Jungkook,” you whispered, this got his attention as he looked at you with concern.

“Is something wrong, d-do you want me to stop?” he asked.

“No, no, keep going... please,” you begged lightly, wanting the man to continue his exploration of your body. 

“Okay, just tell me if it gets to be too much,” he said, hooking his hands under your armpits and hoisting you to the top of the bed. You squeaked out in surprise at his strength, but other than that you tried to remain as calm as you could. Your racing heart not helping in that process. 

Jungkook crawled up to you, body on display as you marveled at him. He was so muscular, but also so lithe and handsome. You couldn’t help but imagine was sex with him would be like. No doubt a passionate affair. Although, you wouldn’t have to imagine much longer the way things were going now. He sniffed all over you, enjoying the way you smelt to him. Sweet like sugar, but warm like a summer day. He wanted all of you, right now. 

As he came up to your face you grabbed him by the cheeks and kissed him passionately, licking his lips and asking for entrance. He opened his mouth and let you explore every inch of him. You took this opportunity to tangle your fingers in his hair. His lush locks felt like silk against your skin, it was so nice. You took a hold of a little clump of hair towards the back of his head and tugged lightly, just to see how he would react. A soft groan came from the man in front of you. 

“Fuck, I love when you play with my hair,” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer. You smiled and continued to play with his long strands of hair. He came closer, kissing your neck gently. You sighed into the sensation and let him do whatever he wanted. He licked and sucked at your throat, making your legs jolt slightly from the sensation. You could feel his smirk on your skin, as he continued to suckle your delicate neck. Jungkook was breathing rather hard, as if he were holding something back.

“Jungkook, you don’t have to hold back with me,” you said. 

Jungkook froze against you, then a small whine pierced the air. 

“But I don’t want to hurt you,” he said quietly. 

“You won’t hurt me, I trust you Jungkook,” you said, cradling his cheek with your palm. 

He looked at you with such emotion you almost thought he was going to cry. 

“I don’t take that lightly, Y/N, I promise I’ll treat you right,” he said.

“I know you will,” you smiled. 

“Do you like being eaten out?” he asked, looking up at you with curiosity twinkling in his lust covered eyes. 

“Um... No one’s ever really done that for me,” you whispered. 

“What?” Jungkook balked, looking at you as if you had a third boob or something. 

“No one’s ever gone down on me before,” you admitted. None of your previous boyfriends were interested in something like that. They just wanted to get to the main course, even if it meant you were a little uncomfortable for the majority of it. 

“That’s criminal, can I? Can I please, Y/N?” he asked, practically begged. 

“Sure, knock yourself out,” you said, moving to pull your shorts down when he stopped you. 

“Allow me,” Jungkook said, taking your shorts off and leaving your panties where they were. You raised a brow at him but he shook his head and laid down on his stomach. You laid back in the pillows and tried to keep yourself under control. His eyes, the way he looked at you. Would you ever be able to let him go after this? It was already excruciating to think about, but now? After you gave him a piece of yourself? 

Jungkook placed a warm kiss to your center, making you breathe in sharply. Jungkook licked over the fabric of your panties softly, as if touching you directly might be too much. It was something else to watch him pleasure you. His focus was turned to one thing only, and you could feel your stomach clench when he nipped at your underwear with a gentle bite. He kept licking, as if he could taste you through your panties, but soon he was using his teeth to pull them off of you. It made your head spin, the look in his eyes, the way he moved and his sounds. He made little whimpering noises as he licked at you, something that turned you on immensely. 

“Jungkook, please,” you whispered, wanting to feel his tongue directly on your center. 

“I’m just taking my time, Y/N, did you want something more?” he asked, a smirk plastered across his face. You frowned slightly, but nodded anyways. 

“I want more,” you agreed, feeling the intoxicating buzz of lust through your veins. Jungkook smiled and finally pulled your panties free of your legs. Looking directly as your soaked center had Jungkook weak in the knees. You looked so beautiful like this, spread out like a five course meal, just for him. 

“I’ll give you what you need, little one,” he promised, coming forward and putting your legs over his shoulders. You waited as he seemed to hone in on you, eyes dilating even more if that was possible. Jungkook seemed as though he were a ravenous beast one minute, then the next a man who wanted to treat you like a queen. The duality was throwing you for a loop, but you held onto the sheets firmly, knowing that you wanted this.

Finally, after what felt like a century, Jungkook’s mouth met your pussy. Jungkook moaned at the taste, you were just as good as he was hoping you’d be. A sharp cry came from your throat before you could stop it. Jungkook jolted in surprise, moving away from you reluctantly. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, rubbing your thigh to comfort you.

“I-I wasn’t expecting it to feel like that, I’m fine, keep going,” you urged, Jungkook nodded and went right back to pleasuring you. His tongue hit you first, the lithe muscle running along your slit in such a manner it had you clenching around nothing. Jungkook was an expert with his mouth, making you writhe in place with his hand on your lower stomach to hold you. But even that was an intimate act, making your body tingle with pleasure. 

Jungkook made a fat lick up your center, making you cry out for him. His hands were gentle, yet firm as he played your body like an instrument. Making music that was for his ears only. Your taste and the way your body felt against his... It was almost like a drug, possibly more potent. Jungkook moved his tongue further against you, slipping down towards your entrance. Gently, he probed at you. You whimpered and whined at the sensation, feeling his wet muscle flexing against your quivering heat. 

“J-Jungkook,” you croaked, looking at him with sparkles in your eyes. 

Something constricted in Jungkook’s chest then. The way you were looking at him, how he’d never seen anything like it before. No one looked at him like that. But your eyes never lied. Not to him. He had to see what you looked like when you came. He needed it, like an addict needed a fix. Listening to your body he moved his tongue up towards your clit, licking harsher against it, and slowly inserting a single finger into your wetness. 

“Ah!” you cried out, looking up at the ceiling. 

“Don’t take your eyes off me, not for a second,” Jungkook warned, smirking as he continued his assault on your womanhood. You looked at him, watching his glistening face in the low light of the bedroom. You could feel the coil of an orgasm forming in the pit of your stomach. You were so close, Jungkook’s finger playing with your insides like a delicate flower. But the way he moaned against your skin made you almost want to faint. Thank God you were laying down. 

“Ah-hah! Jungkook please,” you begged. 

“What do you want? I need your words,” he said, teasing you slowly.

“Please make me cum, Jungkook, please,” you whimpered, wanting the sensation of an orgasm so badly that you could practically taste it. 

“I’ll take care of you,” he said, shoving his finger deep inside of you and sucking on your clit harshly. 

“Ah!” you cried out, gripping the sheets tightly between your fists. 

“Cum all over this bed, Y/N,” he almost begged. 

With those words burned into your mind you let go, cumming all over his finger and mouth. Jungkook cooed at you, whispering how you were so good for him. It made your heart pound and head spin at how badly you wanted him. The orgasm you just had left you aching for more, and Jungkook could tell.

“Not finished yet are we baby?” He asked, smiling at you.

You shook your head. Looking into his eyes, that were sparkling in the low light. A weird twinge in your stomach made you pause, but you didn’t think much of it. There were more pressing matters right now.

“I’m ready Jungkook, if you are,” you said softly.

“Okay, let me just... Condoms, I don’t have any condoms,” he whimpered. 

“I have an IUD, are you clean?” you asked.

“I am,” he answered, truthfully.

“Okay, then what are you waiting for?” 

Jungkook didn’t answer, he just lined himself up with your almost embarrassingly wet center. He smacked your clit with his length a few times, making your hips jolt lightly. A dark chuckle came from him, before he pushed in slowly. The stretch was... significant. You hadn’t had sex in so long, and your previous partners have been less than cordial it appears. Because you had no idea sex could feel like... like this. Soon, Jungkook was bottomed out inside of you. His back arched lightly, face scrunched up in what appeared to be some kind of acute pain but you knew it was pleasure. Jungkook ground against you lightly, rubbing your overstimulated clit with his pelvis. 

“Jungkook,” you breathed out, gripping his shoulders.

“Yeah? Need a second?” he asked.

“Just a little bit,” you said, eyes trailing down his defined chest and down to where the two of you were joined. It sent a pulse of pleasure through you. Making you clench around Jungkook’s hot cock. He moaned at the sensation, dropping his head. 

“Tell me when,” he moaned out. 

You tried to relax your muscles, but you were so full it was hard to think of anything else. Jungkook waited patiently, kissing your neck slowly, up to your lips and kissing you gently. You brought your hands up to his face and brushed away the hair from his forehead. 

Finally, you nodded, and Jungkook almost lost himself. Slowly, he pulled out, making your stomach twinge in discomfort, but when he pushed back in, you felt a rush of pleasure go up your spine. Jungkook hissed in air through his teeth.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” he moaned into the humid air.

“Jungkook,” you whined, gripping his shoulder tightly.

“It’s alright, I’ve got you,” he encouraged, moving forward and pushing his hips to yours again. You felt a wrenched moan escape you as Jungkook pulled out slowly yet again. 

“F-Faster, please,” you begged. Jungkook gazed into your eyes for a moment.

“Are you sure?” he asked, stilling his movements.

“Yes, please go faster,” you felt your tone go higher pitched. And Jungkook seemed to notice your urgency and began to move his hips faster. You could feel the pleasure coursing over you in waves. Everytime Jungkook’s hips met your own, you felt yourself tighten around him. He moaned out his pleasure, kissing your chin and throat messily. 

You couldn’t keep yourself from moaning, the sensations were too much. Jungkook reached up and palmed your breast, tweaking the nipple lightly, making a jolt of bliss shoot through your body. You arched into his touch, making soft noises as he continued pounding you wet heat. Jungkook was very vocal during sex, making grunting sounds or whispering dirty things into your ears. It made you wetter and wetter when he spoke like that, something you weren’t expecting to enjoy.

“Fuck you’re so good to me, letting me fuck you like this. God you're so beautiful,” he whispered, moaning at the end as he ground his hips against your pelvis, stimulating your already throbbing clit. Jungkook kept pawing at your breast, arousing you further. 

You weren’t sure how much more you could take, between Jungkook’s incessant pounding that was turning your legs to jelly and the way that he was looking at you. As if you were giving him something precious, it made your heart continue to melt. Letting him in that much further... But your heart was beating in your ears so loudly that it made your head spin. Jungkook cradled your face with his palm, making you look at him.

“Look at me, let me see how perfect you are when you cum,” he almost pleaded with you. Inhaling deeply you looked into his eyes and saw him. Seemingly for the first time. He was gazing at you with such raw emotion that it made you unsure. For the first time in a long time, you weren’t sure of your feelings. Jungkook here, in your arms felt... Right somehow. It felt as if this is where you both belonged. With each other.

You tried desperately to get these thoughts out of your head, but Jungkook’s whining melted you to a point that you couldn’t help but uttering the words.

“I need you,” you whispered, so quietly you barely heard it. But Jungkook heard it loud in clear. So much so that he stopped moving. 

He wasn’t looking at you, but rather gazing down at your stomach. You felt the tension in the air. You were about to apologize when lips came crashing down upon yours. Jungkook didn’t kiss you like he had before. It was different somehow. As if you two were finally able to kiss. 

And boy, did he kiss you.

“I need you too, so much,” Jungkook breathed against your lips.

“Jungkook I don’t know why I said that,” you said, trying so desperately to backpedal. But it was too late. Jungkook smiled, and pushed into harshly.

“I know, and it’s okay if you don’t see it yet. I’ll wait,” he promised.

“Jungkook, we need to-ah!” you cried out when he reached down and rubbed your clit with his thumb. Smiling, almost cruelly at your pleasure, Jungkook came back down to place a kiss against your breast bone. Feeling a sudden rush of emotion you cradled his head to you, not wanting him to move.

He picked up on your sudden shift and brought his lips to yours, comforting you. You accepted his motions, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. His chest touched yours and you could feel how fast his heart was beating. It was racing, as if he were running a race. 

“Jungkook, are you okay?” you asked, brushing his sweaty hair from his face. 

“Yeah, I’m good. Just, wanna cum,” he coughed. You made a face, but he ignored it, moving to pull out of you. 

“What are you-”

“Can we try another position?” he asked, slowly pumping his cock. 

“Yes,” you said, breathless at the sight of him. 

“Okay, wanna ride me?” he questioned. 

“Yes,” you said, moving forward to push him down on his back. Liking the idea of having more control, you crawled and took his cock in your hand, moving it up and down on his slick shaft. He hissed at the feeling of your warm hand on him. Looking down at him, you smiled softly. 

Shuffling forward on your knees you lined him up with your entrance and slowly settled down on your haunches, full of him. Tilting your head back you let the sensations overwhelm and excite you. Moving your hips up slowly, you watched him. His eyes were lidded, gazing at the place where you two were joined in an acute fixation. His eyes seemed to be glued there. Watched as your hungry cunt swallowed him more and more until he bottomed out.

“Feels so good, Jungkook,” you breathed, reaching up and gripping your breast tightly. 

Jungkook moaned his agreement. Licking his kiss swollen lips. You leaned down and licked a stripe from the base of his throat to the entrance of his mouth. Kissing him firmly you moved your hips harsher against him, grinding down and swirling them to bring you both insurmountable pleasure. 

“Fuck, Y/N, make me cum,” he begged. Looking down at him, you nodded, feeling the sensation building up in you as well. 

With a certain lack of precision you ground against him, bouncing and moaning. Jungkook reached up and steadied your hips, bringing you forward and moving his hips up to bring you both bliss. Jungkook was sweating and you could feel your legs starting to give out. But you could almost taste your orgasm, wanting it so badly. 

“So close, so close,” you said, panting with the effort. 

“Me too, keep going,” he encouraged, pulling you down to his chest and using the leverage to pound into your weeping pussy.

“God Jungkook don’t stop,” you begged. 

“Feels so good,” he breathed.

Jungkook was continuously hitting a spot inside you that made stars appear in your vision, and with one more push you came crumbling down. Jungkook finished not shortly after, making warmth bloom in your stomach. 

You collapsed onto his chest, breathing harshly. Your throat hurt from breathing so hard, but your boneless body didn’t seem to care. Jungkook kissed your head, threading his fingers through your sweaty hair. 

He pulled out a few moments later, making you wince, but you were too tired to care.

Jungkook moved to leave, when you grabbed his hand. 

“Don’t leave me,” you whispered, feeling surprisingly vulnerable after what just transpired. Jungkook smiled and laid back down. You crawled up and laid down on his chest. 

“Never,” he answered. 

But, as you fell asleep, you couldn’t shake the sense of dread you felt piling up in your stomach.