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Sugary Sweet
(Polyamory au) ( Bunny Hybrid! Reader x Tiger Hybrid! Taehyung x Cat Hybrid! Yoongi x Owner! Namjoon)
SUMMARY: Namjoon has a perfect life once he moves out of the city to a cabin alongside his two rescue hybrids, Yoongi and Taehyung. But then one night in the middle of the rainstorm they find you, a bunny hybrid, hiding in their chicken coop.
WARNINGS: Anxiety attacks, Anxious! Namjoon, mentions of hybrid abandonment, hybrid mistreatment, Half of this is Domestic fluff, possessive behavior.
W/C: 5,000 words of backstory you don’t need + 5,000 words of pure fluff
A/N: ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ THIS IS A VERRY VERRY HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRESENT TO MY MAIN HUMAN @peeachypop ❤️WHO I KNOW IS A SLUT FOR TIGER HYBRID TAEHYUNG AND CAT YOONGI, AND AN INTELECTUAL BOYFRIEND NAMS.❤️❤️❤️ I HOPE YOUR NEXT YEAR IS FILLED WITH AS MUCH FLUFF AS THIS ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
- Namjoon was not what you call a people person, not most days anyway.
- Most of the time he preferred to sit at his desk in his little box of an apartment building and write away at his laptop, content only to leave if inspiration was failing him or if his need for caffeine overtook his anxiety.
- Public places made him anxious, the clawing dread in his chest something he couldn’t shove down and live through, of course Namjoon was admittedly living in the middle of one of the largest metropolitan cities in the world. But the feeling didn’t go away and leave him with age like it should have when he’d aged from being a shy school child into being a full-fledged adult with an anxiety disorder.
- Instead mid twenties Namjoon sat down at his desk for almost a whole year and wrote a book. Of course it was successful, the fantasy and philosophical tidbits combined to an adventure story that captivated audiences.
- His publishers tried to get him to go for photo ops and for interviews no matter how much they begged Namjoon even as his novel climbed on the bestseller list. He didn’t want to look like a bumbling idiot in front of cameras, all those eyes on him, just the thought of it made him feel like he was going to be sick.
- So Namjoon’s daily routine was this, he woke up at a time most people would consider lunch or even dinner, and wrote for a few hours. Then he would go out for coffee at around 6 pm or so when everything wasn’t so crowded in his favorite coffee shop (that his best and only friend Jin owned, they’d only became friends with because back when Namjoon’s anxiety wasn’t so bad Namjoon used to write late night in Seokjin’s 24/hour coffee shop.)
- It’s an idea for his next book that makes him adopt a hybrid, because he’d never had one and Namjoon is always thorough in his research, and if he’s going to write about a hybrid character then he needs to know what it’s like to live with one.
- The beginning of the process is surprisingly easy, but the next step, actually choosing one is the hardest. Namjoon looks in the room of bounding puppies and foxes and bears that are all playing and biting each other’s ears and Namjoon isn’t comforted just overwhelmed.
- Not able to choose Namjoon turns and walks down the hall, thinking that maybe this was a mistake, maybe he should just make the character in his book a human, maybe it was bad of him too want to get a hybrid for selfish reasons when in reality they where so close to people.
- “Hey watch where you’re going!” a low grumpy voice says the second before Namjoon trips over a pair of stretched out legs. Namjoonfalls flat on his face barely managing to catch himself against the linoleum. He doesn’t even know how he manages to scratch his palms so bad. They make him hiss in pain as he picks himself up.
- “What the fuck! can’t you see anything with those glasses?” the person growls, dressed in all black baggy clothes, a round face with a hood pulled up over his head and a pair of headphones. “Apparently not” Namjoon says wiping his scraped hands on his jeans. One of the attendants comes crashing through the door. “I’m sorry mister! Did he hurt you at all?” Namjoon stutters out a no before they turn to small man that Namjoon tripped over.
- Namjoon is just about to apologize to him again before the attendant hisses almost lower than Namjoon can hear, “you where supposed to be in your pen Yoongi, making sure you didn’t bother the patrons. Now apologize.” Namjoon spies the electric prod through the attendants waste, the way his hand hovers on it and the way Yoongi shrinks into the back, no not the man- the hybrid, whose hands are covered by the large sweatshirt that sticks over his hands, and the black hood that covers lumps which must be ears of some sort.
- “I’m sorry” Yoongi says, his face downward. And Namjoon feels the protective instinct in him swell up. Thoughtlessly he reaches up and pushes back Yoongi’s hood, Yoongi flinches and Namjoon becomes even more displeased as he spies the small black cat ears that are poking out of the hybrids rumpled curly hair.
- “Actually, I was just talking to Yoongi about the possibility of adopting him when I tripped, we where just on our way to the office.” Yoongi’s eyes are wide as dinner plates alongside the attendants, his lips parted, his puffy tail swishing. No matter how hard they try to convince Namjoon to adopt “a more suitable companion.”
- Namjoon won’t budge. Yoongi is going to be his hybrid.
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New AO3 project, yay! Soulmates, bike couriers, and near death experiences, oh my!
A Namgi fic for Namgi day. I’m so soft for this ship. They’re too adorable for mere words, but I had fun giving it a try.
Big Hit Producer Kim Namjoon has orbited his supposed soulmate for years. It's frustrating, this constant state of almost meeting. Then the words on his arm disappear. Right as a bike messenger with a very familiar face is struck by a delivery van and pretty much dies in front of him.
Working as a bike courier by day and underground rapper pretty much any other time, Min Yoongi's life and work takes him all through the Gangnam district of Seoul. The regular changing of his soul words is a given, right up until they disappear as a van runs him down.
23K words
Explicit
M/M
“Harder. Please.”
The whispered entreaty drove Kim Namjoon’s hips bucking forward, drawing an appreciative moan from the woman impaled on his cock. Heavy bass rhythms thumped just beyond the locked door behind him, providing a beat to sync his movements to. An impatient fist pounded on said door. Maybe someone shouted hurry the fuck up. Maybe he didn’t care.
“C’mon, baby.” The girl riding his cock wriggled.
He’d already forgotten her name, but fuck, she felt so fine. The pussy clenching snug around his dick chased a high, dragging him closer and closer to the edge.
“God damn, you feel good.”
He grunted something contextually appropriate.
“What do they say?” Delicate fingers wrapped around his left forearm, perfectly fake thumb nail scraping the skin of his inner wrist. “Your words.”
Fuck. They always wanted to talk about the words. Did she want to kill all possibility of an orgasm?
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Don’t be like that.” She pushed back against him, inner muscles clamping down hard enough to draw a hissing curse out of him. “If they’re there, they matter.”
Namjoon didn’t remember a time without the words, but his parents told him he first asked about them the summer before kindergarten.
The fucking words.
Some were boring. Some were rude. Occasionally sad. Or funny. Random. Always without context. Always special. A tiny sneak peek into the future. Proof that someone existed out there just for him.
The words marked the first conversation with a nebulous unknown, the soulmate.
“Then they aren’t there.” He wrapped a hand in her hair, tugging until she arched her back with a husky moan. “But you... Are. Right. Here.”
He punctuated each word with a snap of his hips.
Kim Namjoon would have scooped popcorn. He would have manned the games of chance. He would have happily sat on the dunk tank bench for hours. But, no. Eight terror and humiliation filled hours later, he huddled behind the cheap red curtains framing his fair booth. The floor was dusty and uncomfortable, but he pulled his knees up and rested his head there. The fair closed up at eight PM, and it was fifteen minutes ‘til. The final quarter hour of his hometown library’s annual fundraising event. He could almost see the light at the end of the tunnel. He dug his phone out of his hip pocket, scrolling through the ongoing text trail of regret to add a new message to his lament.
[RM 19:45] Why did I agree to this?
[Suga 19:45] How many times you gonna ask this q?
[RM 19:46] Hyung
[Suga 19:46] You know why
Because they had pleaded.
He was RM. One of Seoul’s top music producers. He was famous. The hometown boy who’d made it big. So many people would come just to see him.
His phone buzzed again.
[Suga 19:48] Cause you’re a sap
[RM 19:48] Rude
[Suga 19:49] That’s not the same as *wrong* 😎
sugamon aes vibe | inspo.
namjoon saying it's annoying when yoongi did the “sorry for being cute” challenge 😆
“Do you remember when we first came here three years ago? When hyung and I used to fight often for some reason.” - Kim Namjoon [2015] ©
Just Imagine 12
You are currently lying on your best friend's laps, while Namjoon is squeezing your tummy faster than the speed of light and Yoongi was digging in your armpits with no mercy.
That's what you get for hiding their phones.
As soon as Namjoon found them, he just grabbed you and pinned you down, calling for Yooni to help him get revenge. And that's how you got here.
You are laughing hysterically, shaking your head side to side as Yoongi is scribbling all over your underarms.
On the other hand, Namjoon is shaking his fingertips in the middle of your tummy, knowing from experience this would drive you crazy.
"Tickletickletickletickle Y/N, that's what you get!" Namjoon whispered in your belly, blowing e major raspberry and sending you in a new round of hysterics.
"Coochie coochie coo Y/N/N!" your face heats up as soon as Yoongi throws the words to you, while you are screaming and laughing like a maniac.
However, you lose it when Yoongi start nibbling you neck and Namjoon your sides and belly, both blowing loud raspberries all over.
They finally decide to let you go when your laughter turns silent and you are yelling a final 'sorry', curling up when they let you go.
The two boys high-fived each other, smirking widely down at you and handing you a glass of water.
One day you are gonna get revenge on them for that and oh, it will be so bad...
this ff is requested by an anon, I hope you liked it, love! 🥰
Masterlist
“All those years of living together is really paying off.”
The Sugamon shipper in me just died and went to heaven a little
yoongi picking up namjoon’s fallen mic
Are Yoongi and Namjoon really best friends?
uuuummmMMMM GIRL GET READY TO BE SAVED BY THE ONLY FRIENDSHIP THAT COULD TOP YALL’S VMIN. imma hit u up with a bullet list
they were the first members of bts and were trainees together for a long time… they starved and composed tirelessly together
“6 year team”
working together for years… fighting at first because life was so fucking hard and then coming to love each other so much
“ayo suga” LITERALLY ALL OF NAMJOON’S RAP IN “MOVE”
WHILE WE ARE ON THE SUBJECT OF WRITING SONGS FOR EACH OTHER!!! SPRING DAY IS LITERALLY WRITTEN BY NAMGI FOR NAMGI
((CRYING LOUDLY))
yoongi getting namjoon a ring… which joon swears he will wear for a long time…
I AINT KIDDING BITCH HES FAITHFUL
speaking of gifts MIN YOONGI TAKING CARE OF HIS FORGETFUL JOONIE AND QUIETLY BUYING HIS A NEW WALLET AFTER HE LOSES IT ((thAT LITTLE SMILE WHEN HE’S BEEN OUTED FOR BEING A SOFTIE))
namjoon and yoongi supporting each other and cheering each other on??? always?? the most supportive?? boyfriends best friends for fucking life??????
yoongi cheering namjoon on excitedly when he performed with MFBTY “NAMJOON-AH” on his daMN TIPPY TOES TOO ((if you still alive you WRONG!! this shit the CUTEST))
namjoon with that “you got this” waist swipe during cypher??? girl kms
talking about how cute yoongi is in his 21st Century Girls part LIKE THIS!! YOU BOTH LOVE EACH OTHER!!
OR LIKE THEM CRYING TOGETHER BEFORE RELEASING WINGS BC THEY REMEMBERED BEING POOR AND LIVING TOGETHER AND HAVING NOTHING AND NOW THEY’RE FUCKING FAMOUS
AND THEN HUGGING EACH OTHER AND CRYING AFTER THE DAESUNG AWARD??!!!
and then.. the most important moment of my life… “i love you min yoongi”
shit changed me
i had 2 be hospitalized for a whole year im still not out tf
so yes girl!!! they’re best friends. fuck they probably in love too.
thank u for the ask i got to let my sugamon freak fly
They've lived together for almost a whole decade.