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youarejesting · 2 years

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Sly like a... ? Part 30

[Full Masterlist] Beta: n/a (at the moment) Rating: All (Marked Chapters 18+) Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x FailedHybrid!Reader Genre: Hybrid au, fluff, action, adventure, angst, drama, slice of life. Some marked chapters will contain mature/smut scenes, BUT they will not have plot in those scenes and are 100% skippable without losing your place in the story.

Summary: Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.

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Jimin had spent the entire day with Jungkook, getting him food and water intermittently and soothing the young hybrid during his most aggressive moments. The scent that was seeping from Jimin’s clothes was a little nerve-racking but nothing you couldn’t handle. It was easy to deal with hybrid-related things since you weren’t a full hybrid. The madness that stemmed around heats and ruts didn’t particularly exist when it came to you.

Honestly, it was a blessing, there was nothing scary than succumbing to your own instincts, sure sometimes it felt good but you preferred things to be consensual. There was no room for confusion that way. Some aspects of hybrid instincts were super convenient, but the idea that someone could be influenced by their own hormones and pheromones and make someone feel loved only for them to wake up and deny it all saying it was just because of their heat or rut. That was the fear of loving a hybrid, did they love you back or are their feelings being manipulated by their animal side.

Jimin carried a bowl of cold water and a small cotton face washer into Jungkook’s room, his face filled with concern over the younger male. He must not be handling his first rut very well, sounds of pain and growling could be heard well into the night. Jimin’s cooing and soothing voice were constant and the only comfort Jungkook received was when he collapsed from exhaustion his breathing would even out and Jimin would leave to get more cold water.

The next morning was oddly quiet there was no animalistic growling or painful shouts. If you listened carefully you could hear them talking softly. Jimin spoke about his first rut and how he was so scared. When the pain would strike Jungkook would whimper once more and apologize profusely to which Jimin would tell him he was okay and everything would get better.

“Breathe, Jungkook,” Jimin spoke and the jaguar would gasp in lungfuls of air. When the pain was over Jimin added softly “It’s time for your medicine, you should be able to sleep now. So try your best, you are exhausted.”

“Will you stay with me?” he mumbled, “I don’t want to be alone.”

“Alright move over,” Jimin said after a brief rustling the two stilled and there was a deep rumbling sound you could easily recognize as Jungkook's unabashed purrs were smooth and warm. They were accompanied by Jimin’s which were a little quicker and bubbled more in his chest.

Taehyung stumbled from his room, his eyes weren’t exactly open but he staggered past your door and towards the kitchen. You heard him run into something heavy and you sighed pulling yourself out of bed to check on the Golden Retriever.

“I kicked my toe.” he pouted

Seokjin slapped the table with his hand and shouted, “You trying to hurt my Taehyungie?” you tried not to laugh at the eldest hybrid's childish antics, he had stood up and started an imaginary boxing match with the table. Seeing that Taehyung was now smiling, Seokjin took some imaginary punches falling to the ground a couple of times before wrapping his legs around a table leg. “He is a feisty one.”

Sides hurting from the laughter, Taehyung fell over with laughter. He sat on the floor watching his hyung's performance and the two of you finally settled when he declared himself the winner and resumed his breakfast as nothing happened.

While making yourself a cup of coffee you decided to check how everyone was coping, Seokjin and Taehyung seemed quite fine and happy, you caught a sleepy Hoseok on his way to a shower, he paused in his tired state and gave you a hug. He paused for a moment and you suspected he had fallen asleep against you and you had to lightly shake him awake.

“Good morning Hoseok”

“Mmm… morning” he muttered before continuing his journey towards the bathroom. Giggling as he struggled with the bathroom door handle twice before huffing and forcing his eyelids open long enough to open the door properly. Passing the bathroom you knocked softly on Namjoon’s door, he called you in politely.

“Good morning Namjoon, is there anything I can get you today?”

“Ah no, I will be out soon for breakfast, I was just working on a few things for an upcoming essay.” He sniffed, “You smell good today, I thought I should remind you that I am due for my rut tomorrow and I will be fine on my own, I have my prescription of suppressants. It would be best if I am left alone, although the symptoms are usually subdued I will be a little cranky.”

“Understood, feel free to text me if you need anything, I am always happy to help.” I nodded and headed back out stopping by Yoongi’s door. I knocked and heard a shuffling of blankets.

“Don’t come in,” He called his voice sounding hoarse,

“I understand, let me know if you need anything Yoongi” I scolded myself for forgetting that Yoongi was starting his rut today, I headed to the kitchen and I spoke with the three hybrids sitting around the dining table.

“What helps you through your rut, if I make each of you something for when you get your rut will that help, Like I can make you a basket every six months or so depending on your hybrid species. I could get your favorite drinks and snacks, your favorite movies, or a special pair of pj’s. Or, I could buy you some pheromone spray that can help calm you.”

“No Spray” they all shouted looking momentarily panicked.

“Okay, no spray,” I agreed, letting them write a list, Namjoon emerged and gave a list of drinks and snacks that he always enjoyed when he was feeling sick. Hoping to bring them some sort of ease during their uncomfortable rut period. You guided Jin, Taehyung, and Hoseok out to the shopping center, the four of you filling a shopping cart with different items that each believed would help.

“What about these?” Taehyung held up some cute pj’s they were matching, each was purple with stars, and Hoseok and Jin grabbed them, sizing them up to their chests. “They have room for our tails.”

“Look you can have a set too,” Taehyung said and I grinned, making sure to carefully check my phone for the boy's sizes. I had made sure to make notes on their sizes for any clothing or shoe purchases.

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youarejesting · 2 years

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Sly like a... ? Part 31

After the first debacle of the overlapping ruts things got easier the boys all synced up after the first year together making their ruts intense but short lived. They were super respectful and never tried to hurt you, Jimin also respected your decision not to engage in anything within the house or during their ruts so as not to cause any problems.

There were some changes within the home dynamic that brought the boys closer together, it was during Jungkook’s rut. He was still getting used to his prescription medicine, and his body went into another rut a month after the scheduled rut. It was common yet scary, he was in a fair amount of pain but they each refused any sort of physical help or pheromone sprays.

The youngest was so embarrassed when he woke up beside his oldest hyung, it seemed Jin couldn’t take listening to the Jaguar cry. Since the moment the two had met they had such a playful bond, the quiet shy Jungkook and the outgoing and caring Seokjin. Part of you was excited to see them all so caring with one another but you had to give them both a heavy warning.

“Jin, you can’t just take Jungkook to your bed when he is in his rut, what if he was influenced by his rut and when he woke up he regretted or hated you for doing something he didn’t consent to?”

“No, I promise, we didn’t do anything. I just held him because he was in pain and he didn’t have to deal with it on his own” Jin exclaimed, “I wouldn’t, at least I don’t think I would ever do anything with anyone without their consent.”

“I know, I just have to say this and advise you not to, if Jungkook begged you too would you have given in.” you sighed running your hand through your hair, the day had only just started and you were already exhausted.

“What if I consent to it beforehand?” Jungkook said nervously, not exactly excited to see Jin standing there, his tail and ears drooped slightly in fear. “I can write it out for you, I don’t want anyone to get in trouble for something I do. If I am in my rut I trust everyone in this house and consent to them if they wish to help me.”

“Yeah give me that form, I will consent too, not that I usually go about needing help, but there have been moments, and it wouldn’t be bad, we share our ruts anyway so maybe it would feel like less of a burden to suffer alone” Yoongi smiled

“I would consent,” Taehyung smiled

“You know I would help you guys out, I’m not shy?” Hoseok giggled

“Look I will draw up some forms and you can fill them out, if you wish privately, I don’t want anyone to feel pressured, and include the names of anyone you give consent to I need specific details and just because you sign these forms doesn’t mean consent doesn’t change, before you do anything I want you to ask and get clear verbal confirmation.”

It surprised you when each member of the household submitted a form of consent, reading the names on the first form you paused. Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung and Y/n. Flipping to the next form you saw your name written then again, laying out all the forms you saw your name on each in tiny block letters. It made your heart tremble, looking up from the table they all stood, hands clasped in front of their forms like they were standing before a general in the military. Their eyes searched anywhere in the room but refused to look at you, crossing your arms, you leaned back in your chair. Suppressing a smile, you waited for one of them to break, waiting for one of them to explain why you were included on every form. They shuffled, scratching, fidgeting, shuffling or tugging at their ears or tails nervously.

“Did we do something wrong?” Jimin asked

“Uh not exactly this is just a little surprising that you included me but I am glad you all trust me enough to help you when you are in need.” You couldn’t help how red your cheeks had gotten and tried to reorganize the forms as a way of distracting yourself. Though the forms didn’t need to be sent away it was just collateral for if something happened. You carried them to the filing cabinet and placed each hybrid's form into their respective folders.

“What is this?” Seokjin gestured to the filing cabinet.

“All your documents, from adoption to university, medical things, your stocks and shares, anything that you might need now or in the future.” I smiled

“Stocks and shares?” Namjoon asked

“You think I would leave you with nothing when this is over, I have given you each a portion of the program, if it is a success you will all be set for life, you will be able to live a comfortable life.” I explained, not game enough to face them while I spoke. “For helping me achieve my dream, you deserve to reap some rewards. Hopefully it will help you reach your dreams as well.”

A pair of arms wrapped around my waist, I heard a cheeky giggle, lifting my arm I saw Hoseok grinning up at me. “You are so shy, aww shy little baby”

My cheeks turned redder and my ears popped out from my hair, I covered my face in my hands and tried to drown out the chorus of coo’s from the boys. I whined at their relentless teasing, but it felt nice that they were all happy.

“Okay Yoongi, you need to slow down and start indicating,” he nodded and “Perfect and if it looks all clear then make the turn if not you can wait until it is clear.”

“Okay, I don’t see anyone coming,” he pulled down the next street. His movements were a little rough but he was doing well for his first time driving. It was just around the small estate but he was doing so well. “All right and then if you are done we can pull into the driveway or we can go for another loop around.”

He looked at me with a cheeky gummy smile and continued down the road, the boys waved from the front yard and I grinned. “Yoongi at the intersection go right this time.” He followed my direction and we arrived and he parked. I pulled out my phone and quickly texted the boys that we were safe just grabbing something to eat and then would return home soon.

“Come on, let's have a couple of lamb skewers.” I dragged the snowy tiger hybrid into the small shop. We ate happily taking some extra food home for the others and I grinned as Yoongi drove home.

“You and Namjoon are almost finished with your degrees, it is good they still had all your records from when you first went to uni so you didn’t have to redo any subjects. Then there is Namjoon who frankly scares me, he just easily flies through his subjects and just has so much motivation towards studying.” I laughed, Yoongi pulled into the garage and shut the rolling door behind us. The others stepped into the garage smiling at us. “You will be a free man once you graduate, what are you thinking of doing? I am not telling you to move out or anything. I am just wondering if there is something you want and if I can help you get it.”

“I want us.” He took my hand and looked at me, “I want you and all those loud idiots out there, I want to be a family.”

“You are a lot more forward today Yoongi,” I smiled, “I like your honesty, and of course you can stay for as long as you want.”

“I guess reading all those psych textbooks has allowed me to accept who I am and I dunno it feels nice to just say what I want.” He looked at the six males dancing in front of the car, Taehyung upping his shirt like a soccer player and smacking his palms against his belly while Jimin and Jungkook were doing some form of twerking the latter upside down with his feet on the wall. I saw the light pink dusting his cheeks as he smiled, his cheeks puffing slightly making his eyes curve, “I want to live together as a family for the rest of my life.”

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Sly like a... ? Master List

[Chapter One]

[Chapter Two]

[Chapter Three]

[Chapter Four]

[Chapter Five]

[Chapter Six]

[Chapter Seven]

[Chapter Eight]

[Chapter Nine]

[Chapter Ten]

[Chapter Eleven]

[Chapter Twelve]

[Chapter Thirteen]

[Chapter Fourteen]

[Chapter Fifteen]

[Chapter Sixteen]

[Chapter Seventeen]

[Chapter Eighteen]

[Chapter Nineteen]

[Chapter Twenty]

[Chapter Twenty-One]

[Chapter Twenty-Two]

[Chapter Twenty-Three]

[Chapter Twenty-Four]

[Chapter Twenty-Five]

[Chapter Twenty-Six]

[Chapter Twenty-Seven]

[Chapter Twenty-Eight]

[Chapter Twenty-Nine]

[Chapter Thirty]

[Chapter Thirty-One]

[Chapter Thirty-Two]

[Chapter Thirty-Three]

[Chapter Thirty-Four]

[Chapter Thirty-Five]

[Chapter Thirty-Six]

[Chapter Thirty-Seven]

[Chapter Thirty-Eight]

[Chapter Thirty-Nine]

[Chapter Fourty]

[Chapter Fifty. END]

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Sly like a... ? - Part 1

[Master list] [Sly Master List] Beta: n/a (at the moment) Rating: All Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x FailedHybrid!Reader Genre: Hybrid au, fluff, action, adventure, angst, drama, slice of life. Some marked chapters will contain mature/smut scenes, BUT they will not have plot in those scenes and are 100% skippable without losing your place in the story. Words: 1.6k

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Humans always strived to be better, faster, and stronger. So it was only natural for them to turn to genetic manipulation. Splicing the human DNA with that of animals. Bringing about a new half-human, half-animal race called Hybrids. They were like most things humans deemed different, scary, and an abomination. They were not allowed to be independent in fear of rebellion against the elite pure humans. These Hybrids were soon seen as lesser compared to the pure humans and were quick to be sold as servants to the rich and shady, and pets to the common families. The only problem was when the families no longer wanted their designer pedigree hybrid they were either abandoned, sold, or worse.

Hybrids didn’t have a voice. They were not allowed to live on their own unless they were fully educated with a bachelor’s degree. Due to these standards, many were sent back to the adoption agencies to be rehomed again and again until they reached a certain age. Then they were put down to make room for more returned hybrids.

You were working with the government on a program that could fix the hybrid rehoming issue. Having presented your idea to the board they seemed interested and were willing to grant you a small fund if you could give them the results they needed. They gave you a handful of Hybrids, one being Jimin the poster boy for the government. He was genetically modified to create a male calico with the classic calico print which was only found on females.

They succeeded and though Jimin was a male his features were more on the feminine side making him seem too androgynous but not what the market wanted. He was left to be used as a model on new billboards and television advertisements for government services and legislations regarding Hybrids.

Another participant was your neighbor’s hybrid, Taehyung. He was a golden retriever and was volunteered by his owner, an older gentleman who recently lost his wife. He was worried for the young hybrid that one day when he shall pass he will be alone and scared. You were quick to guarantee him a place in the program to help him become more self-sufficient in case anything should happen.

You were currently packing your things, not that there was much, living in such a tiny apartment. However, you were preparing for a call within the week regarding moving into a larger government-funded home where you could comfortably house the number of new participants of your trial program. The place was fully furnished with everything a large family of hybrids would need, all you had to bring was your clothes. Everything else was paid for to create the perfect environment for the hybrids. Rent, utilities, food, and anything the hybrids needed were all reimbursed by the government.

Since it would be a few days before you would hear anything, you thought it was best to start thinking of activities for the hybrids to get to know one another. Whilst also basking in your last moments of freedom before devoting yourself to the program.

On that note, you had finally finished packing and decided to spend your hybrid-free moments treating yourself to some food. Pulled from your thoughts of a delicious omelet by a loud ping from your jean pocket. A reminder on your phone in bold letters.

H-week!

Today marked the first day of your heat, this explained the nagging twinge in your back you had been ignoring, you thought it was from hunching over to pack. Searching your top draw you saw the empty blister packet of heat suppressants, great another thing to add to your ever-growing to-do list. The pharmacy was a little further than the restaurant you wished to visit but not too far out of the way. So you set off hoping to get back in time before it gets too dark, your eyes did funny things at night.

See you weren’t exactly human yourself, you were an experiment. The world was creating new hybrids and well, you were genetically modified within the same year as Jimin. Supposed to be the new designer breed the ‘Fox-Hybrid’. The problem was it didn’t work, you were born entirely human. Sure you were a bit more agile, and your ability to hear and smell things was better than normal. You were still essentially human.

Once a month since you were thirteen, you would get a strange feeling in your lower abdomen. When you discussed it with the scientists for your check-up, they had explained it was a heat. Whilst foxes usually had a heat once a year lasting three days, yours would happen once a month lasting three days but a lot milder.

Since that day you have taken a low dose heat suppressant to nullify any pheromones. You were grateful because it wasn’t as painful or as long as a human period, but it wasn’t as debilitating or humiliating as a real heat.

You had grown up seeing Jimin on occasion and were familiar with how debilitating hybrid heats and ruts were. Even so, the two of you became friends, both failed attempts at modification.

Though you never understood why they said fox hybrids didn’t exist, you had seen them. Sometimes in grocery stores, restaurants, or nightclubs. They would be there, they would wink at you or wave, give you a smirk with a twitch of their ears or a swish of their tail. Were they mocking you for being a defect?

The only good thing accompanying your long journey was the music humming softly in your headphones. Used to drown out the loud sounds of the city, as your ears were sensitive. It also helped you ignore the side-eyes from Hybrids who would not so subtly sniff the air as you passed.

You caught a flash of orange and looked across the street. A simple fruit shop that had a colorful awning flapping in the gentle breeze.

Moving around the store was a shopkeeper in a green apron, shirt, with his bronze hair sticking out underneath a matching cap. He was putting down a tray of banana’s and as he stood, a pair of ears and a bottle brush-like tail were visible, he turned as if sensing your presence and locked eyes with you, tipping his cap. He dusted his hands on his apron, leaving you shocked. A Fox hybrid in public! No one else seemed amazed or even spared him a glance. How could no one see this?

It was like a scene from a movie, as a truck drove past leaving the man looking completely innocent and human talking to a few ladies. He was quite good-looking and charming, but there was no sign of a tail. The women were quick to fall for him, purchasing an oddly large selection of fruits and vegetables. You turned back to the path ahead of you shaking your head in disbelief, before continuing on your way to the pharmacy.

The pharmacy catered for humans and hybrids alike and was never too busy. Which made it your favorite store to collect your script from, as there was little to no waiting time. Handing over the script, you strolled around the store wondering what you would need for these Hybrids. Toothbrushes? Combs? If they had a lot of body hair would they need the silky coat shampoo formula or the soft fur body wash? Placing the hybrid shampoo and body wash back on the shelf you shook your head honestly this was overwhelming.

Rubbing your aching stomach, you were too uncomfortable to really get into hybrid care right now. You wouldn’t have to worry about any other heats apart from your own as it was decided with the board they would all be male hybrid participants. This stemmed from Taehyung being already a willing participant from the start, they thought it best not to mix male and female hybrids.

You would however have to deal with their ruts, albeit once or twice a year. You chewed your lip in thought pausing in the makeup section of the store. You caught your reflection in the small mirror and preened thoughtfully, your eyes were expressive and angular, your hair due to the modification was a brilliant copper.

You were quite beautiful, eerily so, like the man at the fruit shop. Your features were so similar. Even though you were a defect and he was the real deal. “Ma’am your order is ready.”

Turning surprised you grew hot in embarrassment, stammering to make an excuse, “Sorry, I was just thinking about a really strange fox hybrid at the fruit shop.”

Many occupants in the store turned confused and you heard an old man say, “Fox hybrids don’t exist, they are sinister creatures and not to be meddled with”

“She must be a conspiracy theorist,” one woman whispered to her hybrid snake who was donating venom for anti-venom.

Paying for the medication you left quickly and took one of the small pills as you stepped out of the store. Why didn’t anyone else see them?

You headed back towards your home, not forgetting the reason for your trip. You were excited about an omelet at your favorite restaurant when two apples came rolling across the pavement.

They rolled towards you, quickly picking them up you carried them inside the store, “excuse me, sir you dropped some of your apples,” You saw his shadow in the darkened store, two pointed ears, and the flick of a tail.

“Are you a fox hybrid?” You asked curiously and he laughed. It was strange like snickering but at a pitch that was not fit for a grown man, like a child’s giggle sharper with a few squeals, or like a bird chittering. You know the sound. He was Gekkering like a fox.

“Thank you,” he took the apples gesturing you over to the side, “let me get you some blueberries, they are my favorite.”

“Oh thank you, sir, how much do I owe you?”

He shook his head, thrusting a black plastic bag into your hands, “It’s okay, we have to look out for one another.”

What a strange man…

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Sly like a... ? Part 29

There was something hard about bringing up such a topic with all the members in the house. You knew what needed to be discussed, but it was getting to those topics that were hard. It became even more awkward once Jimin returned, he seemed super affectionate which you loved, it was good to finally express some of the feelings you had locked away. It was the looks from the others that made it hard, the way they tried not to touch you. The hierarchy shifted slightly and suddenly they didn’t want to anger Jimin, for fear they would be kicked out. It wasn’t healthy for them to live in fear and tip toe around you.

On top of all this emotional relationship stuff there was work to be done, currently everyone in the house was in University excluding Jimin and yourself and you were trying your best to help each of them where they needed it, keeping them fed, showered, well rested and happy was taxing.

Jungkook was struggling with his class and you decided to help him by creating flash cards for his upcoming exam. It was in the middle of your study session that Jimin stepped behind you wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck softly. You didn’t want to cause a scene but it tickled and the giggles escaped without your permission. Closing your eyes and melting back against Jimin’s chest, it felt almost scandalous like you shouldn’t be caught showing affection which you knew wasn’t true.

Huffing and standing Jungkook’s chair clattered loudly startling you from your moment, Jimin stepped around you looking concerned. “Jungkook?”

Jungkook was angry, his chest heaving underneath his thin black shirt, his eyes were sharp and his tail fluffed. Jimin reacted instinctively, not meaning to but his tail fluffed as well and the two were growling and hissing low at one another. “What is your problem?”

“I am sick of you acting like you care so much about Y/n, when you were the first one to turn your back on her when you found out she wasn’t human.” Jungkook shouted, figures came rushing from the hall and spilling into the living and dining area.

Words were thrown back and forth and just as things were starting to look physical you threw yourself between the two receiving a punch to the jaw. Jungkook looked horrified and Jimin was being physically restrained by the others. Blinking until your head cleared, you caught sight of Jungkook’s nose pinkened and his cheeks wet as his chest shook with tears. “I-I didn’t-”

He took off to his room slamming the door and though he was trying to be quiet in a house full of hybrids and animalistic beings. You heard every choke, sniffle and cry he tried to press into the pillow. You assure Jimin and the others you are okay and laugh, obviously it didn’t feel good and you had a splitting headache from the impact, but you weren’t a trembling flower.

Letting Jungkook get all his emotions out, you formulated what you should do and how to proceed from here. It shouldn’t have gotten this far, fights shouldn’t have broken out. The sound of a zip didn’t seem particularly alarming, nor did the sound of the cupboard doors, until you thought about it a moment longer.

Jungkook was packing a bag. Scrambling to his door you earnestly knocked, receiving only a sorrowful whine. Yoongi looked at you from a little way up the hallway, “He is a grown man with all the strength and mental maturity for making decisions but his emotional growth had been stunted, remember his hormones had been blocked for years, he is experiencing mood swings. He will act without thinking but it will ease up with time, just don’t give up on him yet.”

“I would never give up on him.” I huffed, saying the words firmly at the door hoping he would hear it. “Jungkook, please let me talk to you for a little bit.”

The door was unlocked, it was enough of an invitation. Stepping inside I saw him sitting on the bed, his head hanging low. The scent in the room was thick and you immediately understood the problem. Taking his bag you placed it on the floor and sat on his computer chair rolling it forward until you could place your hand on his knee for comfort.

“Look at me jungkook,” He looked up before averting his eyes back down and you chuckled softly. “I know it is pretty scary right now cause you are feeling a lot of different things, but I want to let you know that it is not safe for you to leave today okay.”

He looked up, his watery eyes confused at your words. “I mean I don’t want you to leave ever, but if you don’t want to be here I won’t force you to go kookie, it’s just that you are releasing some strong pheromones and I think you have started your rut. It would be best if you really do want to leave to stay here until it passes.” you patted his head letting him nuzzle his cheek and nose into your hand. Agreeing to wait until after his heat to make a decision.

As you stepped out, Jimin caught the door, moving slowly inside, appearing kind of small as he made to sit beside Jungkook. He began talking to Jungkook quietly and asking him if there was anything that could help him through his rut. The younger male shrugged not knowing what he would need or want, being his first time experiencing something like this.

You left the two alone hoping they would be able to talk about what they were both feeling in the moment before they started fighting. You made a mental note to talk to Jimin and ask him to perhaps back off from being too physical in front of everyone. Heading over to the calendar wanting to document Jungkook’s rut for the purpose of monitoring his health. Plus it would be easy for him to plan his life around his body's schedule.

As you wrote ‘Jungkook’s Rut’ on the calendar you looked to see the next two days filled already. ‘Yoongi’s Rut’ and ‘Namjoon’s Rut’. Pausing you took a shaky breath. This wasn’t going to be easy but you knew they wouldn’t hurt you, they were respectful boys, but with so many hormonal men, it would probably induce the others and you would be dealing with no doubt seven hybrids in their Rut cycle.

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Sly like a... ? Part 17

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Beta: n/a (at the moment) Rating: All (Marked Chapters 18+) Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x FailedHybrid!Reader Genre: Hybrid au, fluff, action, adventure, angst, drama, a slice of life. Some marked chapters will contain mature/smut scenes, BUT they will not have any plot in those chaptrs and are 100% skippable without losing your place in the story.

Summary: Humans strive to be better, faster, and stronger by looking at animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.

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Yoongi and Namjoon officially started their courses which were available online but upon their request, you would allow them to go to the campus. It was nerve-racking, not to be able to accompany them on their first day. Taking all the boys to the University, you walked Namjoon and Yoongi to the doors of their classrooms, wishing them good luck. The rest of you sat in the library, now that you knew what level they were at you had begun teaching them the corresponding subjects.

You were in the middle of maths having fun with strange scenarios, Jimin and Jin laughed when at the end of an elaborate math equation you asked them how many pizza slices did Jungkook eat? It was nice to celebrate their triumphs and ease their failures. Halfway through your lesson on fractions, Yoongi sent you a text which had your blood run cold.

“Guys pack up now and follow me,” rushing out of the library you arrived outside Namjoon’s classroom where security stood in front of your two hybrids, one of whom was bruised with a split lip.

“Namjoon, are you okay?” You touched his face, “Yoongi?”

“I didn’t do it, I didn’t hit him, I didn’t fight back,” Namjoon whimpered

“Ma’am, are these your hybrids?” You stood up taking a deep breath turning around.

“Yes, they are my hybrids.” You seethed, there was nothing that made you angrier than the thought of someone hurting your hybrids, “What seems to be the problem?”

“They started a fight with this student, saying your hybrid was threatening to hurt them,” the security officer asked, “we are sorry ma’am but as your hybrid is a predator we have to take this case very seriously.”

“Alright, then I would like to see that footage right there?” You asked pointing at the camera pointed directly at the area you were standing. “I would like proof that my clumsy hybrid would ever start a fight.”

“He is a lion hybrid, he is a predator, everyone knows hybrids are animalistic,” the young man stood with his messy hair designer outfit. “It’s in his nature.”

“And yet why are you unharmed?” You asked, “Namjoon is big but he would never raise a fist”

“Are you delusional?” The student hissed, “I demand compensation.”

“Fine, okay the footage if my hybrid so much as makes one punch he will drop out from this university,” the student smirked, “but if I see you started this and beat him you will leave this university yourself. I have the right to see any evidence regarding my hybrids as they are in my care for a government program. Anything tampered with, will result in instant dismissal from your jobs?”

The officers followed you to the security office, your hybrids surrounding Namjoon. Jimin and Yoongi had started patching up Namjoon who sat shaking in the room.

“You must feel tough with all these hybrids?” The student hissed, his friend starting to look nervous.

You played the clip and watched Namjoon with two iced americanos in his hand running to Yoongi. You watched him trip and spill the drinks, the two students who were walking past Namjoon stopped. Namjoon tried to wipe the young man's shoes with a napkin but the student started shouting, and then began kicking him as Namjoon curled up on the ground. His friend was trying to stop him and called security.

“Whatever, have your hybrid on a leash next time?” You stepped in front of the door.

“At no point did my Hybrid fight back, At no point did he aggravate a fight, he is clumsy sure, he fell sure, he spilled his drinks and apologized and tried to clean up his mess.” You hissed, “I thought we had a deal?”

“I didn’t agree to that stupid deal.” He spat, “you said it all yourself”

“Alright, then Namjoon please recite this school's policy on harassment, assault, bullying, and discrimination.” You said your hybrid began reciting the passage from the handbook.

“All this evidence is grounds to expel you from this school and essentially blacklist you from other schools,” you hummed, “or you can leave peacefully and try another university?”

“I wanna go home,” Namjoon said softly tugging on your jacket.

“Of course,” you said asking for a copy of the evidence and the security office saved the file promising this issue would be taken seriously, “Come on Namjoon, we can make Kalguksu tonight.”

The boys were a little nervous with Namjoon, scared to hurt him any more than he already was. “Yoongi, I’m proud of you for doing the right thing and Namjoon I am so proud of you for not fighting back, you were the better man today?”

“I don’t feel like it,” he mumbled

“Namjoon we can watch that documentary on crabs you wanted to watch and cuddle on the couch, how does that sound?” He grinned, catching your eye in the rearview mirror.

“Can one day I learn how to drive?” Jungkook said as you pulled into the driveway, turning off the engine you paused contemplating the idea. It could be helpful and freeing for the boys to get their license.

“I hadn’t thought about it, if you pass your subjects then of course”

The group scattered from the van placing their bags into their rooms and you pulled Namjoon to the couch turning on the Documentary Namjoon had been asking someone to watch with him for the past few days. You flicked through the episodes until you found the one he had been most excited to watch.

Namjoon didn’t purr and hardly relaxed. You gently rubbed his lower back letting him lay his face squished against your chest. He gently scented your shirt and seemed to feel a little safer with his scent surrounding him. You leaned up and kissed his cheek and his hands and arm, “I am kissing all your injuries so they get better, am I missing any?”

“I got this one on my side, and then this one on my lip,” Namjoon muttered, finding the notion of kissing one's wounds better silly. You leaned forward and gently pressed a kiss to Namjoon’s lips avoiding the injury on the corner of his mouth. His cheeks blossomed a brilliant rose color. He buried his face into your chest suddenly shy once more. Which was much better than being afraid of his own shadow.

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Sly like a... ? Part 28

You knew the exact moment each hybrid figured out what you had done. Stepping through the door you were bombarded by the two youngest, it had almost become a ritual to be engulfed in hugs and nuzzles but upon impact, you saw their faces contort into a mix of horror and disgust. Both young men blanch and throw themselves back in order to avoid being contaminated by this new addition to your scent.

Taehyung’s small whine was subtle compared to the sound of despair and anger that left Jungkooks’s throat, the two backed away retreating quietly to their rooms. It hurt, the two most affectionate ones in the house treating you with hostility and almost ignoring you. Could you blame them, they had all but confessed their feelings to you and you brought home another scent.

Your heart hurt, like being rejected. Was this a rejection? Did you ruin your relationship? You knew that you had grown too close to each of them. Getting to know each of them one by one, find out their fears, goals, and passions. Never in your life had you ever thought about cheating, and only recently had the concept of multiple partners been brought to your attention.

Was it considered cheating that you had shared an intimate moment with Jimin without the others? Was it selfish that you in fact were coming to terms that you might want to love and receive love from all of the males in the shared house? This was beyond your mental capacity but was it really fair on Yoongi to hear all your secrets. Beginning to feel insecure about how one-sided the relationship had become.

Stalking to the bathroom feeling dirty, guilt like acid in your chest corroding its way up your throat. Scrubbing your skin red with soap and scalding water, the tears falling until they began to sting your eyes. Did you regret what you had done? Never. Then why did you feel ashamed?

A faint knock came from the bathroom door, and you choked back a silent sob, “Yes, I’m hoping out, sorry”

Dressing quickly and rushing outside without a moment of hesitation. Needing to remove yourself from the house, for some fresh air in hopes that it might clear your head. Everything was becoming tight like the walls were closing in. Gripping the railing with tight fists. Breath in for five, hold it for five, release for five, hold for five and repeat.

Twelve rounds in and you had relieved the feeling of suffocation but the bitter feelings stayed anchored heavy in your chest. It was a familiar scent that had calmed you, coming back to the present with warm arms wrapped around your waist.

“Hey, are you okay?” Hoseok asked, rotating you in his arms until you were face too well, chest with the hybrid male. He took your cheeks in his hands and brought his nose to yours brushing the two together with a cute little sound effect. “Boing”

“Come to my secret hideout,” Hoseok led you through some overgrown hedges to where you found a secret little stone bench tucked away. It seemed Hoseok had found and claimed the area. He ducked under a small branch and held it up for you to pass under. “It is a little messy but I like it.”

“I can help you clean it up, we could prune and make it pretty” you mumbled, wanting to spend time with the young man. You wanted to know more of what was under the surface when it came to Hoseok.

“Pretty is nice, but this is real, untouched, this is how it has grown on its own and I think that's special don’t you. Why should I try to shape something to fit what I want, will it make the plants happy? They grow in their own special ways however the wind and the rain guide them and they do it with every fiber of their being.” He giggled, “It’s like you, you never try to shape us differently or make us do anything we don’t want to, you let us grow in our own special way.”

“Hoseok…” You looked up at him close to tears, this is what you wanted. You wanted Hybrids to gain some self-worth.

“I think seeing something so natural and full of raw emotion and effort is way more beautiful than pretending to fit in.” Hoseok’s eyes were on you and you understood he had slyly moved the conversation to your insecurities about fitting in somewhere in the world. “Just be yourself and the right people will step into your garden and they will think you are beautiful.”

“Can I ask you something?” You whispered, picking lint off your pants, “Is it wrong to want multiple partners?”

“Can I tell you something, Red deer hybrids are polyamorous, I see it as a natural beautiful thing, I told you when it was brought up that I love the family we created because well, a part of me thought we were already all in a relationship. It hurt to think it was all in my head, but the way we were acting was the same as the herd back home on the farm.” Hoseok rubbed the back of his neck.

Hoseok dove into his past telling you about growing up being teased by the other young bucks and the two of you laughed about Hoseok’s mischievous adolescence getting back at his bullies. He made you open up, it was different compared to talking with Yoongi, Yoongi helped you work on yourself but Hoseok was just a friendly unbiased ear.

“That’s great that you and Jimin finally established a relationship, there was always some strange tension there, and I can see how the boys would take it hard. Don’t hold it against them, they aren’t mad at you. If anything they are upset, you see they are so young and everything seems so dramatic at that age. You smelling like another hybrid to them is like you saying “I hate you and I never want to be with you. Just a little time and some assurance and they will see they aren’t getting kicked out nor is the world ending.”

“I should probably talk to them both,” You hummed, processing Hoseok’s words and understanding a little more why the boys behaved so reserved earlier that afternoon.

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Sly like a... ? Part 15

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Sprinting out of bed and down the hall you were met with a strange sight, there was something running on the top shelves of the kitchen. Yoongi was swiping at it with a broom and Taehyung was shouting for him to shoo him outside.

“Hey!” You called loudly and everyone froze even the fluff ball on the top of the cabinets. “Listen, the poor thing is going to have a heart attack, waving a broom around like a mad man is scaring it.”

Yoongi nodded, putting the broom back down letting out a small growl under his breath, “the thing probably has rabies,” Yoongi huffed while sitting on a bar stool with the others.

“Hey there little guy, come down here, I promise none of the boys will hurt you.” The fluff began descending the spice shelf by the sink and landed hesitantly behind the bread. “See, I’m nice. Would you like something to eat?”

You grabbed the blueberries from the fridge and popped a few in your mouth before offering some to the tiny creature. When it didn’t move from behind the bread box you rolled a few towards it, a clawed hand snatched the berry before snatching another and another.

Stopping in hopes the creature would come out searching for more, you had to suppress a giggle when a tiny head popped up from behind the bread box. Two big round eyes surrounded by dark fur as if the mischievous creature was wearing a bandit mask.

“Oh aren’t you beautiful, you want some more my little friend?” you called holding out the blueberries watching as it crawled up your arm and sat like a toddler on your hip. “You are friendly aren’t you. With your cute little ears, we have a raccoon in the house too, his name is Seokjin.”

As if saying some sort of magic word the raccoon dog stretched and grew in your hands until you fell from the sudden and odd distribution of weight. Seokjin was on top of you looking sheepish and scared. “I am sorry, I am so sorry.”

You couldn’t help but freeze up in shock, the others were so confused. You looked at Seokjin who had openly started to sob in your shirt, “I’m sorry.”

“Hey Jin, calm down.” You sat up, lifting his head and wiping his tears on your sleeve. “You don’t have to be sorry.”

“I didn’t tell you cause I was scared everyone who ever adopted me sent me back scared I had diseases and said I was a filthy animal. I tried to be good.” He cried again, his ears folded down and he looked heartbroken.

You hadn’t realized he felt this way, that he had walls around him just like Yoongi because he didn’t let you see that he was scared. He played his part perfectly so you would never know, he never complained and never brought attention to himself. The first to act and help and always agreeing with you.

“Jin, honey, come with me to your room, and let’s have a talk. okay?” you took his hands and his crying grew louder as if he truly thought you could give him back. You squeezed his hands and walked him down the hall, ignoring the whispers from the other five hybrids.

“I’m sorry I never told you I thought I could hide it.” He said and you smiled sitting down beside him on the bed.

“Jin, tell me about it, how it works and everything,” you asked, taking his hand.

“Uh well…The Tanuki or the Neoguri is something called a yokai,” Seokjin tried to find the right words.

“I am familiar with Yokai.”

In the year 720 stories began circling about the Tanuki, they were recorded to be tricksters who liked to make fun of humans and could change their appearance.

The Tanuki would turn into humans and go into the town drinking and at the end of the night after they had paid their bill and left the money would turn to leaves.

The Tanuki had one rival and that was the Kitsune or Gumiho. They were not rivals at first the two were quite happy beside one another, but the Tanuki played a trick that cost the kitsune its life.

It started a war and the two became sworn enemies.

“My family lived in the wild. They told me the stories but one day I was taken.” Seokjin said, struggling to remember the events from his childhood, “My attempts at disguise weren’t the best, unable to hide my ears and tail. This meant I easily passed for a hybrid and saved my life.”

“I have been in adoption centers many times as my owners find out and send me back.” He sighed, “I understand that you won’t want me that’s okay,”

“Jin,” you sighed, exasperated by his lack of faith in you, his readiness to give up, “Kim Seokjin look at me.”

He turned his shiny round eyes landed on you, you were taken back by his handsome features but pressed on anyway. “Can you show me how you transform?”

“I-I can try?” He admitted his ears tipped red he hadn’t been asked to do that before. Seokjin stood up and began changing slowly his body shrank and you felt an odd sensation, your body feeling like it was floating for a moment.

Seokjin as a small raccoon dog clambered back onto the bed and sat beside you turning back into himself. “It doesn’t scare you or make you feel sick?”

“No, it kind of makes me feel better, Jin I have a secret very similar to yours, I can’t say much now but I won’t abandon you. Trust me and I hope you can accept me when the time comes.” You blushed

He hugged you pressing his nose into your neck nuzzling and scenting the area happily. “I will accept you. I think I have an idea but I will wait for you to explain.”

There was something about Seokjin revealing his identity and abilities that eased your mind, you thought perhaps between him and Felix you would learn how to control your change as well.

Perhaps this wasn’t going to be so bad after all, and if the boys could accept Jin then you were sure they would accept you.

It warmed your heart that finally, Jin seemed honest, that he wasn’t guarding his emotions. You were always too distracted by someone or something else in the house to ever notice or have the time to address Seokjin.

But now that he had opened up you took the chance to hear his thoughts and feelings. “Tell me what you think of living here, do you like it?”

“It is hard to put into words, I like having little brothers and people to talk to and freedom and my own room and…” he blushed looking away “I like you.”

“Oh thank you,” your face felt like it was burning. “I am glad you like it here and everyone, would you change anything if you could?”

“Um… I would love to make more food. I like cooking with you and Yoongi. I want to try more things.” He said “I would like it if we could spend more time together, I like when we play games and chat”

“Alright, I think we can do that.” You breathed standing and looking over your shoulder. “Oh and Jin?”

“Mm..” he looked up nervously.

“I like you too, I am glad out of all the hybrids I found you, you complete our little family.” You swore you saw his eyes well up and as you opened the door you saw Yoongi standing there fidgeting with his fingers.

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Sly like a... ? Part 27.5 [SMUT]

A/n: I am sorry this took so long, I was working an insane amount and I just wasn’t happy with the scene. I couldn’t bring myself to truly write something steamy. So I tried my best, I thought if I just post it than I can continue with the story cause I have been stuck on this chapter for a while. SORRY AGAIN!

This was his chance, you stood up walking to the edge of his desk. “Jimin, I want you to kiss me,” he turned, sweeping his lean muscular arms around your waist pressing you against the cabinet. Lips crashing against yours with unbridled passion, aggressive yet not overbearing. Jimin knew you, he knew exactly what you wanted at that moment and he didn’t hold back. His hands clutched your waist bunching up the fabric of your dress, as yours gripped his hair. Some small portion of your heart knew about these feelings shared between you but they were always overlooked and the opportunities had been missed.

Pulling him against you, his hands caught the cabinet for support. It was impossible for him to get any closer but the pressure of his body on yours was unbelievable. You rolled your body against him stirring the feelings some more allowing the tingles to brush against your skin. Jimin’s lips lifted off yours, his warm breath brushing your cheeks in some pantish giggle. Eyes searching yours and seeing exactly what he wanted triumphantly.

He asked for a chance, he got it. He wanted you and he was successful, he was like an anchor holding you steady. Moaning with a drop of his head, his throat exposed with all thrumming veins taught. “Please tell me you enjoyed that as much as I did?”

“Jimin,” You huffed a little annoyed, why did he stop? His mouth connected with your neck, leaving wet kisses against the small spot underneath your ear. Eyeing the door to the room, the frosted glass is your only warning for potential visitors. What would you do if someone stepped inside? Rolling your body against him he let out a chuckle.

Jimin slid his hands over the curves of your ass squeezing gently before grasping your tail, pulling gently. Keening quietly into the private office, watching his ears twitch. “You make a cute trick”

Jimin’s muscular thigh pressed between your legs sliding up against the apex of your thighs. Delicious sensations blooming with a heavy heart through your core. Cupping your ass once more, you have lifted up the cabinet, the doors shaking slightly against the sudden action. Wrapping your legs around Jimin’s waist for support only pressed him closer against you.

There was no embarrassment, no hesitation, or awkwardness that came with ruining your friendship. In fact, it only seemed to assure you both. Knowing each other for so long you could read each other like an open book. Sincerity and wanting plenty and not a single shred of doubt or deceit.

Jimin held you with desperation, he wanted to prove himself to you. He wanted you to know how much he loved you. A small part of him wanted you to show him the same affection. Your heart wasn’t filled with Jimin alone but at this moment your head sure was. Swimming with ideas wants and needs.

There was a line between harmless friendships and lovers? Partners? The two of you hadn’t simply stepped over it. No, you both had raced into the new territory practically sprinting into the unknown.

With your dress discarded to the floor, Jimin smiled at the tiny star pendant that sat on a tiny piece of fabric that held the two cups of your bra together. He flicked the bejeweled accessory pupils blown wide making his eyes appear darker and more dangerous. A shriek turned into giggles as his pointer finger wrapped over the small piece of fabric and pulled down.

Your breasts were exposed to the cool office air and the shiver that overtook you was simultaneously the temperature and the hungry look in Jimin’s wild eyes. His lips were the softest thing you had ever felt, so full and plush against your breasts. His teeth however seemed to have other ideas playfully nipping at the flesh of your breasts making sure he left many little marks.

His hand had slipped down the front of your panties and his fingers pressed into your warmth. Moans harmonizing in expectation of what was to come.

“Please Jimin,” You pulled his face back from your chest, kissing him once more. Wanting more than just this from the calico young man. His tail had spun around your waist protectively. Pushing him away you let your feet settle on the ground, the two of you were panting as you stepped apart from one another. Blissed out Jimin nuzzled his nose against your neck delicately kissing under your jaw.

“I am madly in love with you,” he admitted once more and you smiled, spinning the two of you around and walking backward until you hit his desk. Lifting yourself onto the smooth service you sat watching him. He giggled sweetly swooping in for another kiss.

Expertly flicking off your bra, you leaned back on your elbows watching as Jimin shimmied you out of your underwear, kissing your hips and thighs as he went. He was still dressed, the disheveled suit was sexy but you wanted him as much as he wanted you. Sitting up you pulled at his tie making him fall forward as you loosened the fabric and threw it aside, his shirt was the next to disappear. Releasing his belt, the metallic sound of his pants zip sounded almost heavy in the quiet office. Jimin stepped out of his trousers and underwear, the two of you bare before one another.

Gripping behind your knees, Jimin pulled you down the desk. Your elbows slipped out from underneath you as you laid back against the desk. He leaned over you kissing every inch of you he could reach, fingers exploring your body as his hard cock brushed deliciously against your core. It was all for the friction, movement warranting pleasure. But you both knew it was more than meaningless sex. Jimin whispered his feelings assuring you of his genuine intentions as he finally pressed inside of you.

Unable to reaffirm your own feelings as your thoughts fuelled by emotions were invaded by thoughts fuelled by pleasure. The message was the same: you were in love with Jimin but the reasoning had changed. You knew better than to say something in the heat of the moment, you wouldn’t let the first time you said it be in a pleasure-filled haze. You wanted it to be sweet, you wanted him to know with all the sincerity in the world that you loved him for him and not for his actions. The last thing you needed was a misunderstanding that you only liked him because he was good in bed.

It didn’t take long for Jimin to finish. He could sense how close you were and even though he was unable to hold out, coming with a muffled groan and a few sporadic thrusts, his thighs shaking from the force of his pleasure. He pulled out sensitive but placed his fingers inside of you, pushing his seed inside you unwilling to let any of it escape. His mouth fell between your legs, his tongue teasing your clit in an effort to let you finish. Jimin was so attentive and made sure you were writhing in pleasure beneath him, before relaxing in post-coital bliss.

Serotonin flooded your veins leaving you satisfied, the two of you had recollected yourselves slowly dressing took a while. Not only was there the issue of finding each other's clothes which had been strewn about. There was the added distraction of affectionate touches. Jimin had stopped dressing multiple times to brush against you with loud purrs.

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It was your dream to convert a large warehouse on the outskirts of town into a home and education center for Hybrids. Somewhere they could learn to be self-sufficient. You would have professors and volunteers, teaching and fundraising, all for the day you could buy another warehouse on the other side of town. You wanted it to become the norm that these Hybrid facilities would build and grow in every city. Allowing the Hybrids to become an independent race no longer looked down upon by society.

You were on the last day of your heat and craving something savory. As it was late your best option was the convenience store that was always open late.

Things were falling into place as you received an email earlier that day confirming that all the items you had requested were acquired. That meant school books, equipment, and more. You were also granted the first loan for the Hybrids, a loan you would receive every term. The board wanted no less than five and no more than ten participants for an adequate examination of results.

You assumed for the program to be officially approved, you would have to show successful results from Hybrids with different backgrounds during this trial. That meant different ages and different upbringings. Wondering if it was worth visiting the adoption agency or perhaps a Hybrid store, it wouldn’t hurt for more variables.

Shaken from your thoughts by a shadowed figure rustling through the garbage, in a dark alley between the antiques and postal office. Your ears picked up the sound easily, feet scuffing to a halt on the pavement catching the Hybrid’s attention. Their eyes searched the dark for any sign of threat before falling upon you, a deep growl resonating on the wind. It was best to not get involved with stray Hybrids, they tended to be more violent. This is what you were doing the program for, to stop Hybrids from ending up homeless and on the streets. To prove that they aren’t dangerous and are capable of learning.

Struck by an idea, if you could get a Hybrid from the street to join the trial program, you could prove they weren’t violent and show that given the opportunity they could all learn and grow into members of society.

“Can I buy you dinner?” You called out, voice cracking from the cold. Your breath puffed out like smoke visible between you both. The night brought you more energy, it made you feel alive.

Cars passed, their headlights illuminating the entire alleyway and reflecting in his eyes a blood-red. He stalked forward, his body moving gracefully but you could see he was hurt, his shirt ripped and there was a strong scent of blood in the breeze. That was a downside to having heightened senses. You tried to control the disgusted look on your face, “I will pay and there is nothing else to it, just sit and have dinner with me, so I don’t look like a woman in her mid to late twenties eating alone at a convenience store”

He looked you up and down, it was then you noticed his features, he was a feline, not a common house cat. No, he was a big predator.

“Do I look like some charity case? Some pathetic creature who needs help from a human?” His words rumbled from his chest in a growl. You wanted to correct him that you weren’t exactly human yourself but decided against it. Stuck somewhere between Hybrid and human you didn’t fit in either category.

“What’s it to you? My reason is my reason, just take the free meal. Hell! Exploit me for a free meal, anything you want, go crazy.” You shrugged, trying desperately to charm him. He seemed to contemplate his choices for a moment before turning to walk away. You scrambled for your wallet and grabbed out twenty dollars, holding it out to him.

“Wait! At least take this; if you don’t want to eat with me, get something warm, and here is my card if ever you need help.”

He eyed the money but didn’t move to take it. Hoping he wouldn’t rip your arm off, you grabbed his hand. You knew it was risky. His fingers were cold, but you didn’t want to linger and make him mad, quickly placing the money on his palm with your business card.

“Have a good night, mister,” He nodded confused about the whole encounter, before shoving his hands in his pockets and leaving. It seemed even if you tried your best, it wouldn’t be enough to persuade him. He was too defensive, the best you could hope for was that he would stay safe in the cold.

What trials and tribulations must you go through to have these Hybrids trust and confide in you? Hopefully, it wouldn’t be this hard to get through to the group of Hybrids you were soon to obtain.

This was going to be a rather difficult experiment and you weren’t sure if it was going to go well but you hoped with every fiber of your being that you would see this through for the sake of the Hybrids.

That night you dreamed about the group of participants being hostile and unresponsive to the program, it did little to soothe your nerves the next morning. When you received an email about the new house. Jimin would have the key and would meet you outside later that day with the other Hybrids. No matter who they were, you were going to make sure they were achieving the best result they could.

The government had registered two Hybrids in your name, their files attached to the confirmation email. The two participants were so contrasting, Hoseok was a deer Hybrid, from a small farming family. The other was a Lion Hybrid by the name of Namjoon. He was from New Zealand and had participated in another government program regarding genius Hybrids.

Altogether, there were four: Namjoon the genius, Hoseok the country bumpkin, Taehyung, and Jimin. You decided to look for possible participants within the Hybrid store, and rehoming center. That would give you a wide variety of variables for the experiment; each would have a different background and would require different tools to help them.

You started at the nearest Hybrid shop. There were several rooms each with an observation window, a photo card, and a brief description of the Hybrid sitting, reading or playing video games inside. It was such a small space, how could they live in these tiny rooms every day until someone adopted them. Reading their descriptions by the windows you analyzed each of them, your attention caught by one playing video games. He had dark ears that stuck out from his dark hair. He seemed fun and you thought it would be easy to connect with him.

Hello, My name is Jungkook, I am twenty-three and I am a fully vaccinated Melanistic Jaguar.

You didn’t bother reading the rest, thinking you would like to learn about him properly, “Sir, I would like to adopt this Hybrid,” You declared, whilst walking towards the counter to begin the paperwork. Once everything was signed the young Jaguar boy was led from his small room. He looked nervous holding a small store backpack filled with all his essential items.

On the drive to the next location, you were the one doing most of the talking, receiving quiet one-word answers and small fidgets. He seemed excited when you finally parked the car, you guessed he was eager to see his new home.

However, as you walked towards the menacing rehoming center, he grew quieter and quieter, slowing to a stop before the entrance. Looking at his feet crying profusely, you realized how this must look. He must have thought he had done something wrong, how could he think you would buy him and rehome him on the same day.

“Jungkook, I am not abandoning you, I am picking up a brother for you to play with.” It took a few moments to console the young man. Wiping his tears and giving him a few pats on the head careful of his ears.

Deciding anyone younger than Jungkook would be too much to handle. “You have to help me find a big brother, someone you think will be really nice and that you like to play with, what do you think? Can you do that for me?”

Jungkook nodded, sniffing and wiping his eyes on his sleeve. “Okay, I can do that,”

The inside of the rehoming center smelt like disinfectant, you explained you were looking for another Hybrid and were led to a large room. There were Hybrids of all ages all playing and entertaining themselves with different activities.

It was overwhelming even for you, so you grasped Jungkook’s hand and encouraged him to look around, “Hey, what about ping pong?” You grinned at Jungkook who smiled playing a few rounds with you, the two of you giggling.

“Have I told you I am the ping pong master,” an older Hybrid grinned, he had a striped tail. You handed over the paddle and stood near Jungkook. “Do you want to play a game?”

Jungkook nodded, was this boy unable to say no. Either way, the two were getting along quickly, the older Hybrid was very playful and funny, even as he lost you were holding your sides from the laughter and Jungkook seemed to grow really comfortable with him.

Talking to one of the volunteers she explained that Seokjin was a raccoon hybrid and the oldest in the center. She explained that he often took the younger hybrids under his wing. It was an easy decision to adopt him. While you were filling out the paperwork, Jungkook was telling you all about his match with Seokjin.

“And I got the winning shot,” He grinned, swinging his arm like he was hitting an invisible ping pong ball.

“He seems really fun, would he make a good big brother?” It was cute how he nodded wholeheartedly. “Jungkook why don’t you go tell him that he is coming home with us?”

He grew embarrassed again, his dark ears twitching but followed the volunteer nonetheless. You were quick to finish up the last of the paperwork before the two came back laughing volunteer in tow.

“Unbelie-Bubble” Seokjin said before squeaking in laughter. He had all of his things and like Jungkook was nervous, but he showed it through talking.

You felt good with your selection, there was a Hybrid for every walk of life and socio-economic background. This would be perfect for the trial. They all seemed like lovely young Hybrids and you could already see them forming friendships.

It was on your way out that you saw a familiar face struggling against Hybrid control. “This is your last time, you know what happens to strays.”

“Wait!” You shouted, everyone in the lobby froze turning to look at you, the cold room felt quite warm with all of the attention “He is mine”

They froze looking between you and the hybrid before letting him go curiously. The injured Hybrid staggered over to you, knowing this was his best chance at survival, “why didn’t you tell them my name?” you asked him curiously but he kept his head down.

“This white tiger Hybrid is yours?” The handler spoke in disbelief, practically accusing you of lying. “why is he not microchipped, or registered in our system?”

“I was supposed to register him last week when I got him but I had been busy with work, I would like to properly register him under my name today,” You didn’t break under this man's pressure, you could notice the more he held eye contact the more he seemed to falter himself. “so that you will stop taking him in when he is harmlessly walking the streets”

The man opened his mouth to argue but you blinked up at him, watching him lower his hand.

“I am so sorry miss, we didn't mean to cause you trouble?” It wasn’t exactly odd behavior, you often found your arguments nullifying this way. You liked to think that your self-confident stare was what made people give in.

“Miss we have just noticed some suspicious activity in your account it says you have adopted four Hybrids today,” The woman behind the desk said, “We are legally required to ask your intentions or we can detain the Hybrids from you”

Almost questioning her, you remembered the government was placing two Hybrids in your name; they would be arriving today as well. With a smile you removed a folder from your bag, “I have a grant from the government.” You said brandishing the signed document, “I will be placing these Hybrids in my care”

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Sly like a... ? part 11

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‘No girls or Jungkook’s allowed! ’

The sign on the door filled you with so much anger. You had to physically remember to breathe, it wouldn’t do to start yelling at the hybrids, they already felt inferior and vulnerable compared to humans. You never wanted them to feel weak, which is why you were mad. You didn’t care if they wanted to exclude you, but you would give the two young men a strong lecture for even thinking about excluding Jungkook.

“Jimin and Taehyung I would like to talk with you,” you ripped the sign down and tore it up. It would be best to dispose of the evidence before the young man saw it. Seeing his hyungs ignoring him would break him, “If you are upset talk to me and I will try to fix the situation.”

There was no response so you sighed walking away pushing the small lump in your throat down, you heard them whispering and thought maybe they needed time. It was after lunch that you began wondering if they planned to lock themselves up all day. Jungkook sat on the soft rug looking at the video games and he smiled setting up the controllers as he looked between two games.

“Which one do you think is better?” Jungkook asked Seokjin who took one of the controllers and smiled, he read both and grinned and you stepped over sitting on the floor picking up a controller.

“I can play right, I think Jimin and Taehyung are talking about some things,” You smiled, nuzzling his hair for a second and leaning back on Seokjin’s legs. “So what are we playing, I have never played before?”

Namjoon ended up joining and Yoongi took a seat on your spare side on the rug and leaned on one of Seokjin’s legs laughing at your expense. “You missed, he was right there and you missed, he shot you,”

“Look, I am a Minecraft kind of videogamer, you know the sims?” You puffed your cheeks flailing as you tried to shoot Namjoon who was doing a lot of shouting and not a lot of aiming either.

Everyone was in stitches. You almost forgot about the other two boys who were feuding with you. It was late and you had played a series of driving and shooting games and a game of Minecraft; where you all made a village and lived side by side and visited each other's houses with food and tools.

“I am hungry,” Jungkook pouted, pulling your sleeve and glancing at the dark kitchen. You looked at the time, and your mouth dropped open. “When is dinner?”

“Let’s order in, I can’t be bothered cooking,” You ordered a bunch of food, making sure to get Jimin and Taehyung’s favorite dishes so that you could lure them out. They would no doubt be hungry.

The food was delivered and as you removed the lids you named the dishes loudly hoping the two locked away in their room would emerge and eat something.

It’s super effective!

You smile as everyone digs in. The two boys were obviously mad and jealous that you had slept in Jungkook’s room and you wondered how you would possibly be able to fix this.

“I will take Wednesdays,” Yoongi smiled “I like Wednesdays”

“What is he talking about?” Hoseok asked he was just as confused by the white tiger's outburst looking towards Namjoon who with a mouth full of noodles shrugged.

“Sunday’s you can sleep in Jungkook’s room, and mine on Wednesdays,”

“Oh I will take Monday’s” Hoseok smiled, brightly

“Monday is tonight” Jimin accused looking panicked, “fine, I will take Tuesday then”

“Can you sleep in my rooms on Wednesday?” Taehyung said,

“Wednesday is already taken,” Yoongi glared, placing some meat on Taehyung’s plate in an attempt to console him, “Take Thursday”

“Yes Thursday”

“I will take Saturday,” Jin grinned, “Which means Namjoon is Friday? Is that alright?”

You blinked watching this all unfold, they had just decided on their own sleep schedule for you. It was nice to see them working together but you didn’t know how to feel about moving rooms every night. But at this point, anything seemed more comfortable than the couch. “Maybe once and when I have stayed once in everyone's rooms, I will go back on the couch.”

“What if two people share a room and have bunk beds or something, then that leaves a free room for you?” Jimin said, grabbing some tteokbokki, “I can share with Hoseok or Taehyung or Jungkook, I can give you my room. It can be your own little space.”

“Oh, my room! My room!” Hoseok said, “I miss the sound of other people in the night, we can get bunk beds.”

Hoseok and Jimin grinned at one another, the two already talking about how they would design and decorate their room. Heading into the bathroom you cleaned up the clothes off the floor and dumped them in the hamper. It made you laugh how comfortable they were all getting enough to drop their clothes on the floor right beside the hamper.

Taking a rather warm shower you scrubbed your skin wondering if you would smell different again in the morning. It was a strange thought, once scrubbed and buffed clean you wrapped yourself in your towel and stood on the small mat in front of the basin. Examining your appearance, as you slowly moisturize your skin.

Whilst smoothing the cool night cream across your brow you thought you saw an orange tail in the mirror turning you thought Seokjin had burst into the bathroom to pee but when you turned nothing and nobody was there.

It left you feeling a little unsettled, it was your head playing tricks on you. Getting dressed you all but ran out into the hall smacking into Seokjin who was coming out of his room. You grasped his large shoulders to prevent yourself from falling back. He gripped your waist in response.

“Woah, what’s wrong, why are you scared?” He asked, his tail fluffed and his ears twitching looking for a threat. A few heads popped out of their rooms, “You reek of fear, what happened?”

“I spooked myself, one of the towels moved in the bathroom and I thought it was something else and I got scared, that’s all” Your voice died off with your rambling, and the blush settled upon your cheeks.

Hoseok walked over and took your hands, “don’t worry, you are staying in my room tonight so I will protect you!” His chipper tone did wonders to ease your distress, pulling you along to his room where he tucked the two of you into the bed.

“Thank you, I miss having people to talk to and just be there,” He smiled, “I am excited to get to stay with Jimin, he is such a nice guy.”

“He is a sweetheart when we were little we used to play together and he always wanted to play pirates and superheroes but on my 4th birthday no one from our school showed up to my princess party. So Jimin dressed up as a princess as did my carer Felix and his carer Astrid and we all shared snacks and cake”

“YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T TELL ANYONE!” Jimin’s voice screeched from the hallway seconds before rapid footsteps. His figure appeared in the doorway for a split second, his sock-clad feet slipping out from underneath him sending him sliding further down the hallway.

“I have pictures too,” You giggled

“Send them to me.” Yoongi’s tired drawl came from a few rooms up and you grinned airdropping them around the house. Jimin tried to wrestle the phone from your hands and you grinned, pulling him onto the bed.

“Time for bed Jimin, lay down or get out.” he indeed snuggled up on your other side, Hoseok and Jimin's arms wrapped around you and you were indeed feeling quite safe from your previous scare.

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Sly like a... ? part 14

[Full Masterlist] [Sly Master List] Beta: n/a (at the moment) Rating: All (Marked Chapters 18+) Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x FailedHybrid!Reader Genre: Hybrid au, fluff, action, adventure, angst, drama, a slice of life. Some marked chapters will contain mature/smut scenes, BUT they will not have any plot in those chaptrs and are 100% skippable without losing your place in the story.

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Felix left with a slight warning, “I hope you share this secret only with those you trust, as it is more than your life on the line.” He kissed your forehead and smiled “I am so proud of who you have become.”

“Call me if anything comes up,” He shouted, waving before sliding into his car and speeding away, it was a lot to process and you weren’t sure if this was another elaborate dream that just felt so real.

It was nice to catch up with Felix after all this time and you were happy he liked the boys so much, even if he asked a lot of questions. Speaking of questions you wondered if Seokjin was truly okay he seemed to grow more uncomfortable as the evening progressed.

Locking the door with a firm click, you shuffled inside knocking softly on Seokjin’s door. “Jin honey are you okay?” you called trying to make your voice appear sweet, the last thing you needed was to come across as hostile.

“I am okay, thanks,” Jin’s voice called back through the door, “I was just tired, so I thought I would head to bed early.”

“Okay if you need anything let me know?” Shuffling begrudgingly away, you bumped into Taehyung in the hall.

“Your dad is funny, I like him,” Taehyung said cheerfully, his tail smacking your thigh as he embraced you. “You smell funny though.”

“I smell funny?” You blinked, remembering the club and all the fox people you had been dancing with, “nevermind did you have a good time with your grandpa?”

“Yeah we only won bingo once but he picked this prize out for me,” he smiled holding up a small keychain, “Grandpa is the best!”

“He is a gentleman,” You heard the bathroom door open and Jimin stepped out smiling, “Tae, I have to shower, you have a good night, okay?”

“Okay, have a good night,” the boys all kissed your cheeks, Jungkook bravely brushing his cheek against yours whilst purring. It made you giggle how affectionate they all were. Scooping up your clothes from the small cupboard in the garage where you had been storing your stuff you thought about what Felix had said.

‘I hope you share this secret only with those you trust, as it is more than your life on the line.’ It held such a weight over you. Who could you trust? If you told the boys what if something went wrong? If you didn't, would they be hurt because you were keeping secrets? What if something went wrong and they didn’t know what to do?

It was such a heavy burden, you couldn’t even control it yet. You were scared to practice changing your form but what if you got stuck because it was your first time and you couldn’t go back.

Perhaps you would try to meet up with Felix again to practice changing between your two forms, the last thing you need is to scare the boys with your newfound features.

It was too much to think about, you were just going to wash the strange scents off you and go to bed, you made sure to thoroughly scrub your hair and skin. The milk body wash left a light aromatic scent that slowly filled the bathroom. The dull ache in your temples was your body protesting your alcohol consumption for the evening.

Rifling behind the mirror for a small pack of painkillers, you took two hoping they would kick in before you were in too much pain. Dressed for bed, you ventured to the kitchen, Namjoon was filling a small water bottle. Pressing your head against his shoulder, he froze.

“Yes?” he whined, “is something wrong”

You stayed there mumbling about your head and softly asking him to stay for a few seconds. He stayed there peacefully drinking from his water and at some point, his body started to vibrate and the deepest purrs filled your ears. The fluttering sound rumbled through his chest and shook his whole person.

You wrapped your arms around his waist letting the vibrations overcome you, your serotonin levels spiking dramatically. You almost fell asleep against him and he turned gently tapping your arm. “You should go to sleep.”

Grabbing a water bottle, you stumbled to Jimin’s room. Crawling under the blankets he placed his phone on the nightstand playing soft lo-fi as he pulled you into his arms. Jimin frowned, muttering something about Namjoon before delicately nuzzling your neck and cheeks giving you an affectionate kiss on the forehead before snuggling against you.

“All mine for tonight,” He let his tail wrap around your waist, and as your eyes fell shut you felt the gentle and familiar purrs softly wrapping around you.

The sound of arguing woke you from your slumber, there was a strange sick feeling in the pit of your chest. The lights were flickering in perhaps a warning or foreboding negative ambiance. Stepping out the air was cold, you saw all the boys looking rather upset. The kitchen was a mess, foot colliding with a metal serving spoon, the sound alerting everyone in the room. All eyes landing on you, some with disgust. Jimin was looking at the table as if his world was coming to an end.

"You lied to us!" Namjoon started the argument and the room erupted with noise, their voices bouncing and echoing from the walls.

"You never told us you were a fox"

"How could we ever trust you?"

Opening your mouth to deny the accusations you found yourself unable to speak. It was like you were choking. Yoongi grabbed his jacket and walked to the door throwing a glare over his shoulder, "You acted as if you owned us but in reality, you are just like us"

"She isn't like us, she is worse," they all followed Yoongi out the door and you ran for them grabbing Jimin's arms. He looked down at you, his eyes were red from crying.

"I thought I was your best friend, we have been close since we were young, you can't just lie about these things and expect me to be okay with that. Also, you're not the same, I don't know who you are anymore."

You were crying as you chased them out the door, bumping into Felix backed by a large group of fox people each as mad as the next and they began shouting and saying bad things as they were all hunted down, you were dragged into a lab and strapped to a table.

"Y/n!" Jimin called and you woke your eyes filled with the tears a large wet patch on Jimin's shirt, "I thought you were drooling but it was just a bad dream"

"I'm sorry" you sniffed hugging him trying to avoid the damp fabric. He pulled the shirt off his head and threw it aside pulling you back to his chest.

"Tell me what happened?"

"Jimin, I have a secret I want to tell everyone but I'm not sure if I am ready. I don't keep secrets. This is something I found out yesterday, and normally I would tell you and everyone but this isn't just about me, there are people's lives on the line." You sniffed

"Okay, you don't have to tell me if it will get you in trouble?" He said "I trust you, especially since you told me"

"But what if it changes what you think of me, what if you find out I am not who I say I am?"

"Are you Y/n?" He asked seriously, his expression didn’t look like he was going to budge until you answered his questions.

"Yes, but-" he placed his finger over your lips for a second making your voice die in your throat.

"Do you enjoy blueberries?"

"Well yes but-" he placed his finger back to your lips with a smirk and a soft shake of his head.

"Am I your best friend?" He asked eyes filled with mixed emotions as his finger slipped away from hushing you so you could properly answer.

"Of course." you said seriously, “You are the person I trust most in the world.

"As long as you are still you, I don't mind?" he smiled softly,

"What if I am not…” you said slowly, his eyes scanned your face as if trying to gauge what you were hiding, “...a failed hybrid?"

"I don't mind if you are hybrid, human, or alien?" He sighed “As long as you are happy by my side I am happy by your side”

"You are the best" Squeezing his midsection with an enthusiastic hug before relaxing against him ready to catch a few more hours of sleep. You would think some more in the morning but you felt that you could definitely trust the boys, you just had to figure out how to control the change and how to let seven hybrids know. It was a big secret and maybe if you explain it just like you did Jimin they might be willing to wait for you to be ready.

"Aren't I just," he grinned letting you drift off back to a dreamless sleep. It felt like no time had passed at all when a loud crash came from the kitchen.

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Sly like a... ? Part 26

Authors note: Something I wanted to explain in my story is that everyone is consenting and their decisions are not influenced by their heats/ruts. I also would like to explain that the reader has never considered herself a mother figure to these boys nor has she treated them like children. Everyone is an adult and the reader's endearment towards the boys is one you could hold for literally anyone (best friend, colleague, neighbor), but leaning more towards romantic love. I just want to clear this up that in no way was the reader a caregiver in the sense that she owns them. They are all very smart adults that were all willing participants (given the option to be a part of the program) and they have been given human independence by the reader. This makes the dynamic more like room-mates/ colleagues.

I just want to stress that all smut chapters will be marked so those can be skipped and you won't miss out on the storyline/progression. On top of that, as Hybrid based stories have elements of influenced minds by heats/ruts, this will not be like that. Everything is consensual and trust is built beforehand with each person. I want this to be as clear as possible in their intentions. I also discuss the dynamics of the animal aspects of their DNA and the idea of marking but I also make it a choice not a claim.

There was something wholesome about your dream. The way you all seemed so happy and comfortable. Dream analysis and psychology weren’t your majors, fortunately, there was someone in the house who had that covered. Feet padding softly against the floor, the crisp morning air pinched your skin. With each step, you listened for each hybrid moving about the house.

Only upon breathing in their mingling scents did the happenings of last night return afresh in your mind. Jimin was absent, the sweet saccharin missing from the symphonic aroma the boys created. Knocking on the door to Yoongi’s room, waiting patiently for his confirmation to enter. It was important to give the boys their privacy, hybrids safe spaces or nests were not to be entered on a whim. The wrong scent could have Yoongi feeling hostile, undoing all the progress you had built and all the trust you shared.

Staring at the door you felt a little odd, looking left and then right. Trying to catch the scent or sound of the white tiger. Eyes tracing the grain of the wooden door, you sharpened your senses.

“There’s a RI-bbon in the sky that I LoooOOoOoOoOve,” Namjoon was singing in the shower. It was hard to hear anything but his beautiful rendition of Stevie Wonder’s ‘Ribbon in the sky’. The door to the bathroom opened, his voice travelling stronger before the door closed muffling his vocals slightly.

“Is this the lineup for my room?” Yoongi asked, startled you almost leaped out of your skin, turning to see the playful swish of Yoongi’s tail and flicker of his ears. He was in a good mood. He dried his hands on his sweater, “I swear every time I need to go to the bathroom, Namjoon is in the shower singing something horrendous.”

“I like it, I read somewhere that when people sing to themselves it usually means they are comfortable in their surroundings,” Your soft smile grew when Yoongi reached around your waist to open the door he gently headbutted your shoulder, his tail sliding against you as he passed. Once in his room he turned and extended his arm in invitation. “I like the way Namjoon sings, it’s passionate and confident. It’s not bad, just kind of clumsy like him. When he doesn’t think too much about it, I think he sings the best.”

Yoongi sat on his computer chair crossing his legs, his arms stretched down so his fists rested against his legs in a very cat-like pose. You saw his ears twitch and the smooth flicker of his tail, he was content and curious. Yoongi, a man whose love languages included quality time and physical touch. Every interaction was important to him. That’s why you always gave him your undivided attention.

Licking your lips you picked a few non-existent pieces of lint from his charcoal bedspread. “I had a question to ask you about a dream, I know you don’t really do dreams but I thought you are the closest person I could speak to about it.” Looking up the long swish of his tail really showed off his curiosity, he unfolded his legs and brought each foot down softly on the carpet. Each step is slow and deliberate, Yoongi was never one to expel unnecessary energy.

He crawled onto the bed before flipping himself over onto his back, the black shirt he was wearing had lifted slightly exposing his tiny soft belly. You wanted to touch it. To pat the young hybrids' belly. His smirk and the rapid swish of his tail on the bed gave away his trap. He was VERY playful today.

“Tell me about your dream?” He smiled, patting the bed beside him. This was a genuine offer -you hoped- so you didn’t hesitate -as much- to lay down beside him. When he didn’t pounce on top of you and playfully tickle, a sigh of relief left your lips. It was hard for hybrids to expose their vulnerable and vital organs; the throat, chest, and stomach were the most notable. So laying on your back side by side was a little unnerving.

“It feels a bit like wishful thinking, that maybe I am hoping we will still be together as a family in the future,” Premising your dream with a bit of a laugh as if trying to downplay the seriousness of that statement. Relaying the dream Yoongi hummed listening.

“I think you answered your own question before you told me the dream, you are dreaming about your future and what you desire it to be.” He smiled rolling into your side, his face pressed against your neck. In the time it took Yoongi’s nose to touch your skin, breathe stolen as your heart hammered in your chest. This was quite a position to be in, he was implying his dominance in such a gentle way.

Yoongi was non-confrontational and so it was cute to see him test the waters and your limits with such gentle gestures. He wasn’t asserting himself, not claiming to be superior or better. Often this action was mistaken by people as a claiming of ownership but it was clear between Yoongi and yourself that this was not the case.

Yoongi was implying subtly leaving room for denial of his request, he was asking if he could kill you, not that he would. He was asking whether you would fight back and challenge his authority, would you be in charge or would he. The animal kingdom was a hierarchy and the animal DNA running through both your veins demanded this hierarchy.

Flipping Yoongi underneath you. Sitting on his waist and pressing your lips softly to his throat, you breathed in his scent. The dynamic still wasn’t decided, as you weren’t ready to make that decision and he could see that. He didn’t growl or sneer, he just smiled wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against his chest.

“From the way you described you see some of us platonically and some of us romantically, there are a lot of dream interpretations and theories. Freud and Jung both had differing opinions. Freud thought that the adaptive advantage to dreams was to distract us and thereby keep us asleep. Whereas Jung thought we need to sleep in order to dream and dreaming serves multiple functions. I think what is most important to take away from this dream is how you felt, you said it was a nice sweet dream, and everyone felt comfortable and there was love in many forms between everyone. I can’t tell you what the dream means, but I can tell you, that how you feel towards the dream gives insight to what you want in life and how you feel about us.”

“Oh,” You felt kind of silly how obvious his statements were, you really had enjoyed the dream. It was only right that you desired to be together in the future. As for the relationship dynamic. He was right as well, there were some boys you felt stronger feelings for, a notion that you should try to connect a little more to the others.

Hoseok seemed to come to mind, his hybrid breed not one you were used to or had a lot of information on. That and his constant happy vibes meant even the shortest interactions left you believing he was in good spirits. You hadn’t been neglecting him but you could definitely pay him a little more attention.

“As long as whilst you're awake the dream still seems sweet and beautiful then I can tell you that your unconscious mind is more honest with her feelings than your waking self.” Yoongi softly added his chest rumbling with the smallest of purrs, gently radiating into your chest.

Sitting up you saw his eyes slowly close for a moment, before slowly opening as if fighting sleep. An action Jimin did often, he always said it was because he was tired. You thought perhaps it was just a cat thing, maybe a little research on the hybrids would do you some good. “You get some sleep, I have a lot of thinking and I need to have a conversation with Jimin.” Sliding out of the bed you heard Yoongi laugh.

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It had been a while since you stepped into Jimin’s work, that didn’t stop you from entering the place with a flash of your government card. Time may have passed but the odd plant or new coat of paint wouldn’t slow you down, it was like muscle memory. Your feet always knew where to go, navigating you like a GPS, your location, Jimin.

There was a certain level of sureness you held when it came to Jimin. Like magnets, you knew you could always find him. He was your longest friend. Silently hoping that he still continued to be your longest friend. Being without Jimin was like living without a limb. He was just there all the time. You didn’t know how to cope if for some reason he just disappeared.

Knocking on the door to his office you heard a tired affirmation of entry and you pushed open the door. The room gave him away. He had slept in his office last night, allowing the air to fill with his comforting scent. “You didn’t come home?” You whispered sitting across from him.

Jimin’s office was on the third floor and had a small view of a park. The sunlight would warm the office in the afternoon and you had caught Jimin sleeping on multiple occasions at his desk. He however looked cold, the clouds preventing the office from feeling its usual warmth. “We have had fights but you always came back or called. This time you didn’t?”

“I thought I shouldn’t chase something that isn’t there,” Jimin tossed the small chicken salad into the waste paper basket under the desk. His eyes kissed red and swollen. He had been crying all night. Dejected was his form, and somehow it felt worse than if he was angry.

“Jimin, I care about you a lot,” You whispered, watching him scoff as he sorted his papers. Your hands clutching the bottom of your dress hoping to control your fear. Fighting over one secret wasn’t how you wanted any of this to go and you would fight through your anxiety to clear the air. “I am figuring out that I haven’t been very professional and I am working on that. I also think I can’t live without you. I dream of my future and you are there, all the boys are there and I am scared alright, there is so much insecurity and uncertainty. I want to be a family, all of us. I don’t want to lose you.”

“I don’t think I can stay. If I am honest it is because I love you, I am in love with you and have been madly in love with you. I can’t remember the moment I fell, but I fell. It’s hard to see you with the other hybrids, to smell their scent on you sometimes drives me mad and I want to remove it.” Jimin ran a frustrated hand through his hair and looked at his hands playing with his rings.

“I don’t know how to be around you without wanting to be with you. I saw a future with you and it was only recently that I realised you saw your future differently.” He walked around the desk taking your hand, squeezing it tightly. “I won’t leave you because I can’t live without you either, but I can’t stay. I need to pull away.”

You hadn’t felt the tears until Jimin brushed them away with his thumbs, “Don’t cry.”

“So, you are giving up before you even try?” Asking the calico hybrid, the bite in your tone was anger at your stupidity, “I am dumb. I have been focused on starting this hybrid program since I can remember and have never thought about a real relationship and before you even ask, before you even confess and try to court me. You are just going to give up?”

“What do you want me to do?” He asked sadly, “If you ask me to, I will stay. but please if it isn’t going to happen don’t. I can’t take this heartbreak again. Don’t play with my feelings.”

“I want you to decide, I can’t tell you if we will be together or not, but we can try,” You expressed your utter confusion. None of your feelings made sense. You wanted him but was it because you wanted him, or you wanted love. Was it because you wanted it or because you knew he wanted it. Was it because you loved him, or because you were in love with him?

“I think it’s best if you think about it and give me some time.” He walked back behind his desk.

“How much time, you leave and maybe I might fall in love with one of the boys, or all of them,” You threatened, “You want a chance I can give you one but running away Jimin isn’t going to have opportunities falling in your lap, you are giving away opportunities to others.”

Jimin growled, throwing his chair and gripping his desk. “You are going to be the death of me. Yes. I want a chance,” He walked huffed shoulders tense and eyes locked on yours. “I want as many chances as you will give me, I want to prove how much I love you, I want to show you.”

Similar to Yoongi’s love languages, Jimin also enjoyed physical touch but where the tiger was satisfied with simply being in your company, the calico preferred words of affirmation. He didn’t understand or accept anything unless it could be confirmed. Scared to get hurt until you could definitely confirm he would have a chance.

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With Yoongi hauled up in his room, you began speaking with each of the boys and discussing where their learning levels were, you started with Jungkook, Taehyung, and Hoseok, you sat them at the table and started to teach them the basics of the Korean language and Maths they were quick to learn as they weren’t children and by the end of the week, you had them at a mid highschool level.

You taught all of the Hybrids about internet and phone safety, not giving out their number to random people they didn’t know. They all agreed and after a long discussion on scammers and voice phishing, they all seemed to understand.

Learning how to use computer documents and the internet and more, you explained virus’ and online shopping and you explained that you wanted them to have free reign. So, if they had something they wanted to buy to go to you.

“Unless it is something you are not comfortable asking from Y/n then please feel free to ask me instead.” Jimin said, “I can also get you things you might want or need?”

“Okay, now onto the final topic of today is finding a degree, you don’t have to choose exactly what you want to do with your life right now,” You stressed, hoping they knew they had plenty of time to explore their options. “but, maybe think about jobs you might have seen in movies or read about or heard about and I will help you achieve that dream”

You placed down a few booklets of jobs and they looked at you, “Yoongi you are already halfway through your degree and you said you wished to continue it, so you start next week, please let me know if there is anything you need.”

“And afterward if you ever need a job, if this program gets approved, I will need someone like you in my team.” You smiled, ever since the outing to the shop, Yoongi has been quite cold towards you and it hurt but you knew he would understand soon.

Namjoon told you he wanted to be a businessman, you signed him up for a bachelor of commerce and he was speeding through the classes like they were a children's book. But though he knew everything he didn’t exactly understand the point of the essays and assignments.

You talked him through it and explained that they wanted him to show off what he learned so they knew he was smart enough to pass, he still had three more weeks before school started and you were worried he would have already finished all the essays and assignments.

You heard Taehyung saying he wanted to be an actor or maybe a photographer and you wanted his dreams to come true. “if you finish an acting course, maybe Jimin and I can put in good words in some agencies?”

That got you thinking where was the calico, he hadn’t left the house, maybe he was in his room listening to music or something. Your focus was taken up by the two young men in front of you both flicking through the booklets of perspective courses and careers.

“Ooh directing would be fun?” Jungkook pretended to film Taehyung who immediately started acting out a rather elaborate scene worthy of any K-drama, the two laughing at the silly monologue, “or maybe gaming?”

The cheeky grin on Jungkook's face made your heart flutter. He was almost twenty-four, his birthday nearing and if you remembered correctly so was Namjoon’s. They were all classified as adults but were they ever given the chance to just be giggly, playful boys?

It was almost dinner, you stood up and as you walked past the two hybrids you ran your fingers through their hair. Leaning between them, you held their shoulders.

“I will be back, keep thinking and mark any pages with these sticky notes, purple for Kookie and green for TaeTae,” it was strange but both young men turned their head into your neck and nuzzled you for a second a low purr from the feline and a rhythmic wag of the tail from the canine. You went to leave, your heart stuttering at their affection before anything awkward happened.

“Y/n smells nice, doesn’t she?” Taehyung’s voice was low and Jungkook’s answering purr left you feeling a little warm under the collar. The ghosts of their tiny breaths against your neck would not leave you, the skiing tingling under your touch.

Shaking your head trying to clear it of anything that could be deemed impure and strolling the hall until you reached Yoongi’s door. Knocking softly the door opened to reveal Jimin smiling.

“Hello love,” Jimin flashed the dangerous eye smile and you wondered if the boys were nearing their ruts, that would be a conversation after dinner. Yoongi was sitting on the bed looking at the unopened box of headphones, phone, and laptop.

“Am I interrupting something, I can come back later?” you rambled, gesturing down the hall, “I was just wanting to see where everyone was as I was thinking about starting dinner.”

“Yoongi and I were just talking, but I think we have both come to a comfortable conclusion of topics.” He smiled patting the older feline's shoulder, “Thanks for the talk, it's nice to finally have some brothers.”

“Yoongi, I-”

“I’m sorry,” Yoongi interrupted you and his cheeks were dusted pink, he didn’t look up from the bed where all the devices sat. His tail curled around onto his lap and his ears twitched listening intently for your reaction. “Jimin said you weren’t like that and you really just wanted to get us nice things,”

He opened the special hybrid headphones and grinned as they sat on his head like a headband and cupped his ears gently, you opened his phone and found his favorite song hoping to test the headphones.

“Tell me if they work okay, or if they need charge,” standing in front of him you turned the headphones on and attempted to Bluetooth them to the phone. Making sure to turn the volume down before playing the song. His eyes lit up and his tail gave a long elegant swish, he looked so cute and you had to suppress a laugh at how his hair was all bunched up in the headband.

You moved a little closer still and began running your fingers through his hair until it fell over the headband, Yoongi tensed and surprised you by clutching the hem of your overall shorts and nuzzled his face into your stomach, his neck bright red. You froze and gently finished with his hair and stepped back and smiled pausing the song.

“I fixed your hair, cause it was all caught in your headphones,” you explained and he looked down growing almost impossibly red. You reached out and carded your fingers through his hair affectionately. In a gesture that had often calmed Jimin as a child, you rubbed your bare wrist against his neck.

A purr almost ripped through Yoongi as his tail swished dangerously. You stepped away heading for the door, “I just wanted to ask if you wanted to help me make dinner?”

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