#hybird donghyuck smut
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Energizer Bunny
🌙 staring. Haechan x afab!Reader
🔮 preview. “With me here, you’re in no danger at all,” the white wolf hybrid says. “However- I think everyone else might be in danger of becoming quite enamored with you.” You’ve heard about predator hybrids having prey fetishes- with bunnies being an often glorified playmate option- but you’ve never truly witnessed it firsthand, not like you have tonight.
cw/tw. unprotected sex, pussy eating, fingering, bunny hybrid fetishes, praise, big dick hyuck, semi-inappropriate boss x subordinate relationship, hand holding sex, slight choking, slight overstim, dumbification, slight dacryphilia, begging, multiple orgasms, slight orgasm control, dirty talk, etc...
👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 19.1k
🍭 aus. hybrid au, brother!mark, bunny!reader, etc...
☀️ mlist + an. there's just something about Hyuck
1: Friday
“I just don’t see why you won’t let me come visit you while you’re at work,” you sigh, looking your brother up and down while you cross your arms over your chest. “And before you even open your mouth to tell me that ‘it’s not a fun club’ or ‘it’s not always safe,’ I’ll have you know that it’s a top rated hybrid friendly bar, and also that it will be safer for me and my friends because you work there-”
“I just really don’t think it’s a good idea,” Mark groans, rubbing at the back of his neck.
“Well, too bad,” you say defiantly. “Your friends keep saying I should stop by, and that wolf dude you’ve been bringing over invited me too-”
“Yuta did?” Now you’ve grabbed Mark’s attention, and he stops in his tracks on the way to the door. He gets finicky about being to work on time, but it seems that the mention of his new ‘friend’ is enough to trump his bunny hybrid time anxieties.
“Uh huh,” you confirm. “You went down to the lobby to get our dinner delivery and he mentioned that it’s odd he’s never seen me around before- something about me already knowing Jeno and Jaemin, and the club always being in need of good little bunny hybrids, with our sensitive noses.”
“Well that’s the last time I invite Yuta over-” Mark groans for the umpteenth time. “Look, I just really don’t think it’s a good place for you.”
“Mark, you know how hard it can be for hybrids like us to get good jobs in this town.”
“Who said my job is a good job?”
“The paycheck you get every month, and the tips, that’s who.” You take a deep breath. “Look- money is still kind of tight- can you imagine how good it would be if we could both be working? I hate to say it Mark, but I’m pretty sure I’d get more tips than you could working at a bar.”
“I’m just-” Mark shakes his head, “you’d get eaten alive in there.”
“Not with you hovering around- and Jeno’s a doberman, he could protect me!” Your brother doesn’t look convinced so you go for a hybrid even higher on the food chain than the puppy you often find yourself enthralled with; “Yuta seems like a good guy.”
“Wolves eat bunnies in the wild,” Mark reminds you, “don’t forget about that part.”
From the vibes Yuta’s given off the two or so times you’ve met him, you can confirm that the wolf definitely wants a piece of your bunny hybrid brother- “Let me come by tonight,” you say again, “just to see what it’s like.”
“Something tells me you’re going to do what you want even if I say no,” Mark sighs, picking up his keys and testing them in the palm of his hand. “If you and your friends really want to see the club tonight- just invite Jeno too, he’s not on shift, and I’d feel better knowing he’s there with you.”
“Mark, it’s just a club, a club you work at- you shouldn’t be so worried about my safety.”
“And you shouldn’t be so sure it’s a safe place for a bunny like you.”
2: Friday con't
Although Jeno’s spent a few nights out with you and your friends, it’s always been with Mark and Jaemin hanging around too. Walking into his work place with a bengal cat, bunny and a fellow doberman hybrid - all three of whom are gorgeous girls - makes Jeno feel like he’s on top of the world, and he has to make a conscious effort to stop his tail from wagging with pride.
“This place is so cool!” you beam, grabbing onto Jeno’s arm as he leads you through the large open space bar. He likes the way you tuck into his arm, looking around with eyes full of bunny wonder - it had taken both Mark and Jaemin a few shifts to get used to all the lights, sounds and smells.
The happy doberman sometimes considers what it would be like to be a prey hybrid - someone at the bottom of the food chain - however, he doesn’t envy you.
On your left Yeji is grinning, already throwing flirty glances at a few men by the bar, and on Jeno’s right, Ryujin is walking with her hands in her pockets, a vision of doberman watchdog calmness.
“I thought you said this was a hybrid bar,” Yeji comments, her cat ears flickering with interest, “I’m not seeing many hybrids.”
Before Jeno can respond, you’re nodding. “I’d say less than half of the people here are like us.”
He marvels at how quickly a prey hybrid like you can read a room for danger, and he’s shocked that you don’t know more about the way the club is run. “Hasn’t Mark told you guys anything about this place?”
“What do you mean?” Ryujin asks, her gaze darting to him.
“This is just the front room, humans and hybrids allowed. The real fun is in the back room, hybrids only.”
“Hybrids only?” Your eyes have widened. “Is that allowed?”
Jeno had asked the same question when he’d been hired, and his raven manager, a regal, intelligent man named Doyoung, had explained that with all the discrimination and segregation the hybrids had faced in the past- well, they all deserved a safe space too. He’d also compared it to a gay bar, but Jeno’s not about to confuse you by making the connection himself.
“It’s legal,” he assures you. “Look, there’s Mark!”
The doberman hybrid is always happy to see his bunny best friend, and Jeno almost forgets himself and lets go of you in favour of lumbering towards your brother- but your grip on his arm makes him be patient. When Mark catches his eye, Jeno can feel his tail wagging again, and an enthusiasm bubbles in his chest.
“You guys came.” Mark, on the other hand, doesn’t sound too enthusiastic, but he makes a visible effort to force a smile.
“Of course we came!” Yeji beams, pulling Mark into a hug.
The bunny stiffens in the cat’s grasp, and Jeno can’t help but grin. Mark used to have a pretty big crush on Yeji, and Jeno will be sure to put in a good word for him tonight.
“Well this is surprising.” Jaehyun, the black lab hybrid on Mark’s right, is looking the small group up and down. Jeno can feel himself deflate a little under his hyung’s gaze.
“They’re with me,” Mark says quickly, letting out a small cough. “Uh, this is my sister, and her two friends.”
“I didn’t know you had a sister.” Jaehyun’s eyes linger on you for a few moments.
“Yeah, there’s a reason for that,” Mark sighs. “You guys can all go in, but uh-” he pulls Jeno to his side, lowering his voice, “there’s a lot of Level Fours inside tonight, so try to be quick? I don’t want anyone to get… overwhelmed.”
By anyone, Mark clearly means you, and it warms Jeno’s heart to see his friend be so protective of his sister. “You got it Mark,” he nods, bringing two fingers up to his forehead in a mock salute. “I’ll keep my eye on all three of our girls.”
Yeji practically purrs at Jeno’s words, grabbing onto his arm as Jaehyun opens the door to let them into the back room of the club.
The doberman definitely feels like a big dicked dude now, walking into the hybrid only section of the bar with two pretty girls on his arms… and Ryujin, of course.
“What did Mark mean when he said there’s a lot of Level Fours here tonight?” you ask, and it takes a moment for Jeno to properly register your question.
“Oh uh- it’s a ranking system we have here.” He clears his throat. “So- prey hybrids like you and Mark are Level Ones, and the ranking goes up to Level Five. Basically, Mark was just letting me know we have a lot of Level Four big predator hybrids here tonight- wolves, bears, tigers- that sort of thing.”
You open your mouth as if to ask more questions, but before any words can come out, Jeno’s attention is captured by one of his hot coworkers stationed at the bar.
“Let’s go get drinks,” he announces. “First round’s on me!”
3: Friday con't
“I didn’t know Mark had a sister.”
“What?” Johnny looks up from his drink, leaning closer to Haechan to follow his gaze. “Who?”
“That girl with puppy boy Jeno.” Haechan nods towards you.
“How do you know she’s Mark’s sister?” Johnny asks, taking a sip of his beer.
Haechan cocks his head ever so slightly, somewhat annoyed that even after all this time, he has to explain himself to a bear hybrid below his rank. “I can smell the family resemblance.”
“You can smell the family resemblance,” Johnny repeats with a chuckle. “Your nose never ceases to amaze me. It’s as good as any Level One hybrid’s.”
“Are we talking about Mark’s sister?” The wolf on Haechan’s other side leans in now too, and Haechan smirks at the way his most hardworking bunny employee has Yuta wrapped around his finger.
However, there’s a familiarity in Yuta’s words that doesn’t exactly sit right with Haechan. “You know her?”
“Met her a few times now- and you’re right, there’s something about the Lee bunnies,” Yuta’s gaze darkens, “they always smell particularly tasty.”
“Why have you never mentioned her before?” Haechan can feel himself getting aggravated, he doesn’t like it when his friends keep things from him, especially not pretty little things like you. “And why isn’t she working here yet?”
“Slow down-” Yuta gives his head a small shake, and the slight pink tint to his skin tells Haechan he’s probably already had too many drinks. “I’m the one who told her to come visit- Mark has this thing about your club being dangerous-”
“My club?” Haechan scoffs. “Dangerous?”
“You know how easy it is to scare a bunny,” Yuta’s grin widens wolfishly.
Haechan takes a moment to consider his options. “How about you go buy a round for Mark’s sister and her friends. On the house. As a welcome to our dangerous club.”
“Why can’t you do it yourself?” Yuta asks, but he’s already pulling himself to his feet to follow through.
“Like you said,” Haechan sighs, “bunnies scare easy. We all remember how Mark reacted when I met him for the first time.” All three upper level hybrids let out laughter, but Haechan’s subsides quickly. “I’m not looking to scare her off. I’ll stay here, in VIP, for now- I’m sure I’ll get to meet her sometime soon. Something tells me this little bunny will be back.”
4: Friday con't
You smell the wolf before he’s even fully approached you, but you give him the grace of allowing him to sneak up on your rear as you stand by the bar.
“Funny seeing you again,” Yuta’s voice is as smooth as ever.
You turn to look at him, taking in his white hair and pretty wolf ears. He’s dressed in a simple dress shirt with black pants, and the outfit compliments his pretty ashy colouring. Sharp canines glint at you when he smiles.
“You invited me to come see the club,” you remind him. “How could I pass this up?”
Instead of responding, Yuta catches the eye of the bartender. “Another round for me and my friends,” he announces, “and one for Jeno too.”
“You don’t have to-”
“It’s on the house,” he assures you with a dismissive wave of his hand. Yuta’s gaze shifts past you to where Jeno and Ryujin are in a heated debate over some doberman hybrid thing- “I see you have two watchdogs tonight, and a kitty running around- they seem to like the place, but how do you feel being here?”
“Is my anxiety that obvious?” you laugh, running a hand over the back of your neck in an effort to calm yourself. You’ve been doing your best- but the bright lights, loud sounds and the smells of the club are a lot to get used to.
“Don’t forget who you’re talking to, little bunny,” Yuta grins. “The pretty scent of bunny fear only adds to your allure… which is why most bunnies feel more comfortable in the general section, with humans- pretty prey hybrids like you are less inclined to come back here, where it’s a little more… dangerous.”
You blink up at Yuta. “Am I really in that much danger?”
“With me here, you’re in no danger at all,” the white wolf hybrid says, grabbing at the drink that’s placed by his hand. Then he leans in, breath teasing by your throat, “however- I think everyone else might be in danger of becoming quite enamoured with you.”
When he pulls away, his gaze lingers on your face, and you can feel your heart picking up speed in your chest.
You’ve heard about predator hybrids having prey fetishes- with bunnies being an often glorified play mate option- but you’ve never truly witnessed it first hand, not like you have tonight.
You can feel your throat getting dry, and the power behind Yuta’s gaze makes you fold, eyes flickering down to your own drink. You’re glad you’ve only been ordering small cocktails, as they’re much easier to drink than the beer in Yuta’s hand.
“Thank you very much for the mojito,” you say. “I hate to disappoint you, but I was actually just planning on finding my friend Yeji and getting out of here-”
Like the perfect bengal kitty she is, Yeji appears a moment after you say her name, a pretty grin on her face. “You called?”
She’s looking Yuta up and down, and he returns her flirty gaze with one of his own.
“Yeji, this is Yuta, he bought us a round,” you hand her the gin and tonic the bartender had left by your hand, “he’s one of Mark’s friends-”
“One of his bosses, actually.”
This is news to you, and you falter a little, but Yeji takes the cup from your hand, teasing the straw past her lips. “Mark never mentioned he had a cute wolf hybrid boss,” she flirts.
“He never mentioned he had a cute kitten for a friend either,” Yuta returns Yeji’s smile, and you catch another glimpse of sharp teeth.
Before they can continue flirting, Jeno and Ryujin join the conversation, their own drinks in hand. “The bartender said you got us a round?” Ryujin asks in confusion.
“Oh shit-” Jeno runs a hand through his hair, cheeks flaring an even brighter shade of pink than they already were, “Mister Nakamoto-”
“Mister Lee.” The wolf in front of you nods to the two new doberman hybrids.
“You really didn’t have to get us drinks-” Jeno says sheepishly.
“Like I told our pretty bunny friend here,” Yuta’s smile returns to you, “it’s on the house.”
There’s a beat of silence where all four of you ‘lower level hybrids’ wait for the wolf to continue, then he lets out a sigh.
“Y/N was just saying you should be leaving soon. I won’t keep you. Enjoy your drinks, and I hope to see you three lovely ladies again sometime.”
“You bet,” Yeji says dreamily.
With one final nod, Yuta leaves you be, and you watch him retreat towards the raised VIP section.
“Oh my god-” Jeno lets out a deep breath, huddling you all in closer, “that was my boss-”
“Yeah, Mister Nakamoto,” Ryujin teases, elbowing Jeno in the side gently.
“Stop it!” Jeno bats her arm away. “That was so embarrassing- do you think it was obvious I’m drunk?”
“No one could tell,” Yeji plays it cool, but when she reaches out and pinches Jeno’s chin, her grin widens mischievously, “you’re always this lovely pink colour.”
“Fuck-” Jeno groans. “I need to get out of here-”
You watch him finish his beer in three large gulps, and then you’re downing your own cocktail in record time.
The alcohol helps things become fuzzier. You can almost forget that you’re in a room filled with Level Four hybrids - as Mark would say - but when you look out at the crowd, you’re met with all sorts of dangerous eyes.
A tiger hybrid stares you down and you tear your gaze away, looking after Yuta-
Your heart lurches in your chest as you lock eyes with a man in VIP. You’re at a distance, but you could swear his irises are red-
“Come on, y/n,” Yeji tugs on your hand, “let’s go.”
5: Saturday
Ushering a bratty wolf out of his apartment at 8 am isn’t something Mark wants to get used to any time soon, but it’s an obstacle he’s being more and more acclimated to as he pushes and shoves Yuta towards the door.
“No breakfast?” the white wolf questions- he always looks for any reason to stay.
“No breakfast,” Mark confirms. “You have to get out before my sister wakes up.”
Yuta flashes a toothy grin. “Hate to break it to you Mark, but I'm pretty sure that sharp-eared bunny hybrid sister of yours heard us last night.”
“We were quiet-” Mark tries to insist with a shake of his head, but the wolf’s smile only widens.
“Sure you were, bunny boy.”
“I was!”
“What if you come out with me and we get breakfast somewhere else?” Yuta suggests,
“Jeez-” Mark lets out a deep sigh, opening the door to his apartment, “you act as if you’re not going to see me at work in twelve hours- just go!”
With one last eye roll, Yuta steps over the threshold and into the hallway beyond. “Don’t be late, bunny boy.”
“I won’t be-”
“Mark?” Your voice makes the bunny jump- usually he’s pretty good at tracking you with his ears, but he’d been so focused on getting Yuta out of the apartment that you’ve been able to sneak up on him.
He closes the door in his boss's face, and the small chuckle that sounds from the hallway beyond is enough for Mark to know the wolf won’t hold it against him.
“Y/N!” Mark swallows thickly, one hand moving to rub the back of his neck awkwardly. “You’re awake early!”
“I uh… couldn’t sleep.”
The way you’re looking at him tells Mark that you definitely heard him and Yuta last night, and the thought makes his skin flush with heat. He goes for a topic change, grasping at straws until he’s able to state; “Glad Jeno got you back home last night in one piece.”
Now it’s your turn to sigh. “Your club didn’t give that many bad vibes- of course I got home alright.”
“Speaking of the club-” Mark swallows thickly. “Listen, I don’t know how I feel about this yet, but it would be against my morals not to mention it- Yuta told me last night that apparently you caught the eye of one of my managers? They said they’d give me a raise or something if I ‘recruited’ you-”
“Oooh- which manager?”
Mark can see interest in your eyes, and it makes his skin crawl. “You’re not going to fuck one of my managers,” he warns you.
“You’re one to talk Mark Lee,” you look him up and down. “Hypocrite.”
He should never have let Yuta come home with him last night-
“I want to go see your workplace again,” you insist. “To see if I like it. It would be good to have two incomes- besides, all your friends work there- and I’d be getting to use my bunny smelling senses-”
What you’re saying is - by all accounts - true. It would be a good job, for any bunny- but unfortunately you’re not just any bunny, you’re his sister. Mark worries about which manager you caught the attention of- there are a few Level Fours he could handle, but if either of the Level Five managers get their hands on you-
Mark doesn’t even want to think about it.
“I guess you can go see what it’s like,” Mark sighs. “Yuta told me to give you his number- something about maybe popping by tonight when it’s busy and meet the managers and such-”
“Really?” your eyes widen with excitement. “You mean you’re not going to fight me on this anymore?”
“I’m not,” Mark concedes… he’s just hoping you’ll spend one night working behind the scenes and decide to hate the club.
6: Saturday con't
You’re not sure what you’re expecting when you walk into Mark’s bar for the second time in your life, but it’s definitely not a small, timid deer hybrid by the name of Moon Taeil. From the look of his small, spiny, horn-like antlers, you think he might be a pudu, and you wonder how he ever obtained a high ranking position at a club like this one.
“I’m the main manager of the front area of the club,” Taeil explains, as he walks you through the room of both humans and hybrids. “The majority of our servers in this section are Level Twos. Mark must have walked you through the levels?”
“Refresh me?” you suggest, sending a pleading smile Taeil’s way.
The elder man sighs. “Level Ones are small prey animals,” he tells you, “Hamsters, bunnies, rats, mice, that sort of thing. Level Twos are larger prey animals like myself, so deer, zebras, we’ve even got a lovely cow hybrid bartender. We also have a few humans we employ to keep the ‘diversity’ structure. Level Ones like you generally work the door to the back section, with a Level Three hybrid bouncer.”
He takes a deep breath, and his large deer ears flick to follow other sounds in the bar. You can tell that Taeil doesn’t like going through these details, as he runs through them quickly.
“Level Three’s are smaller and ‘domesticated’ predator types, so dogs, cats- we’ve mostly got dogs on the doors. You already know Jeno, our doberman. We also have a golden retriever, and a lab-”
“Not to mention our resident Raven,” a regal man appears on your left, and one whiff of him tells you he’s the bird in question. Hybrids that fly all share a uniquely airy scent, or at least, the ones you know do.
“This is Doyoung- he’ll be your manager while you’re here.” Taeil seems more than happy to pass you off, not that you mind.
“If you end up liking the place,” Doyoung sighs. “And if we like you. We always have openings for Level Ones in door inspection like your brother, but I’m guessing you’ll fit in as more of a bottle girl.”
You’ve heard of bottle girls; the pretty females who provide top of the line waitressing service to VIP’s and such. You’ve also heard that they’re the ones who make big money on tips.
“Have you ever had any experience in a bar?” Doyoung is quick to get to business, and Taeil scurries away.
“I worked in a restaurant once,” you tell him, thinking back to the humans who had been nice enough to give you a shot.
“Bottle service is easy,” the raven assures you. “The real test you have to pass is for manning the door.”
“A test?” you ask, following Doyoung through to the back room.
The bar isn’t open yet, and it’s different to see the large space without fun, flashy lighting, the dancefloor empty of guests.
“Sounds like Taeil was walking you through the levels, right?” Your new manager walks you through to a hallway that leads to the staff restricted zone. “Level Fours are big predator animals, think lions, tigers, bears, wolves-”
“And Level Fives?”
Doyoung gives you a look. “We don’t get many Level Fives in here- and trust me, when we have one, you’ll know.”
It’s the only level that hasn’t come with a hybrid list, and you’re not quite sure what to make of it.
“How will I know-” you ask, as you follow Doyoung into a staff room where a white wolf is waiting for you.
“Trust us, Lee,” Yuta grins, “with a nose like your brother’s, you’ll know.”
Doyoung rolls his eyes at the flirty tone in his coworker’s voice, and he’s quick to move on. “If you could take a seat, we’ll begin the nose test.”
“So soon?” You feel like you have whiplash. Yuta pulls out a chair at the small table by the staff lockers and you’re quick to sit down, looking at both men with confusion.
“Trust me, you’ll pass,” Yuta assures you again, resting one hand on your shoulder while flashing you a charming smile.
“Did you bring your blindfold?” Doyoung isn’t talking to you, but your heartrate picks up in your chest.
“You know I always have one on me,” the wolf responds, reaching into his pocket.
“Blindfold?” you squeak.
“It’s nothing weird,” Doyoung is quick to assure you. “You’ll just put this on, and five people, one from each level, will come in, then you’ll have to identify their level by smell.”
You suppose it’s a fair trial- after all, with your eyes covered you won’t be able to identify anyone by their hybrid marks, so you accept the blindfold and put it on.
With your eyesight gone dark, you take a deep breath, trying to focus on the smell of the Level Three and Four that surround you.
“Are you ready for the first person?” the raven asks.
You nod.
In the periphery of your senses, you hear a door opening, and then a familiar smell washes over you. You’d only spent a short time with the timid deer manager, but Taeil’s scent is already committed to your memory. “Level Two,” you announce, adding “Mister Moon” for good measure.
Yuta lets out a small chuckle at your rear, and you hear Doyoung groan at his friend’s behaviour. “Very good,” he praises you.
The sound of a door opening and closing prepares you for the next smell, and even this one is somewhat familiar. It’s a very puppy specific smell- but you’re not quite sure if it’s one of your friends, so when you say “Level Three,” you simply leave it at, “dog hybrid,” instead of adding a name.
“You can’t take your blindfold off,” Yuta reminds you, “but this is Jungwoo, he’s our resident golden retriever.”
“So lovely to meet you!” comes an enthusiastic voice, and loud footfall tell you the large man is approaching you. He gently shakes your hand and you try not to jump at the sudden contact.
“Good to meet you too,” you smile.
“It’s always nice to have another Lee in the building,” the puppy continues. “We love Jeno, and then we got Mark- now we have you! Everyone loves a cute Lee!”
“Some more than others,” Doyoung mutters, and you can’t help but think it’s a jab at Yuta. It seems you’re not the only one who’s aware of your brother’s shenanigans with his so called ‘boss.’
“I’ll see you on shift, bunny,” Jungwoo says, and you can practically hear his grin.
“She’s not officially hired yet,” Doyoung is quick to remind everyone in the room.
“She’s a Lee- a legacy!” Jungwoo insists. “Like I said, see you on shift.”
You hear him leave the room, but his scent takes longer to drift from your senses.
The door opens again, and it’s the easiest smell to identify so far. A Level One prey is always a pleasant experience, and this one smells particularly earthy. “Level One,” you say with a smile.
“Three for three,” the raven counts. “Although, this one might also be a bit of a cheat- I think you’ve met our Hamster hybrid, Jisung?”
You’d nearly forgotten about the tall, quiet boy that Mark had introduced you to last month, but now that Doyoung mentions it, the meeting comes back to you. “We have met once,” you admit.
“Nice to see you again.” Jisung’s voice is as quiet as ever, and you wonder what an introvert like him is doing in a bar like this, but then again- what are any of your prey hybrid acquaintances doing here?
You listen to the hamster leave the room, and you’re left waiting long enough to start to question it. “Uh, is the test over?” you ask after five minutes of silence have gone by. You can feel your ears twitching, and your nose ruffles as you try to track any new scents.
“Two more,” Doyoung tells you. “These last two like to be late-”
“Or maybe we like to make an entrance,” a new voice and smell nearly overwhelm your senses.
While most hybrids have an earthy note to their scent, this man also brings in a touch of smokiness- for a moment, part of you wants to announce that he’s a Level Five, but you bite your tongue.
You’ve not smelt something like him in a long time, but when you search your brain for a memory, you realize what hybrid he reminds you of. “Level Four?” you ask, feeling unsure for the first time, “a bear?”
“Wow, it’s always the bunnies with good noses, huh?” The new voice lets out a chuckle, and you think you must have clocked him spot on.
“Told you she’d be good,” Yuta says pridefully.
“Does this mean I’ve passed?” You’re eager to take the blindfold off- being in a room with a raven, a wolf, and a bear - without your eyes to protect you - well, it’s making your stomach fill with butterflies.
“There’s one last person you have to meet,” Doyoung explains with a sigh.
“A Level Five?” If you go by process of elimination-
“Yes, a Level Five.” Yuta’s hand finds your shoulder again, giving you a gentle squeeze. “When Mark met this Level Five, he puked- so Doyoung’s put a bucket by your foot… if you need it.”
“Why-” you swallow thickly. “I mean- if I already know it’s a Level Five, do I have to meet him? I thought you said I wouldn’t see many Level Fives-”
Doyoung sighs, and it’s a sound you’re becoming much too familiar with. “We don’t want the first time you see one being on the job- better to puke now rather than later. Besides, the Level Five coming in owns the club, he’s the one who gets the final say on you.”
Now you definitely feel like you’re going to hurl- and the elusive Level Five hasn’t even entered the room yet.
“He’s not that bad,” Yuta reassures you, but you suppose it’s a very Level Four thing for him to say. The wolf behind you can never know what it’s like to be in your shoes as a prey hybrid, so you take his opinion with a massive grain of salt.
“Usually I’d tell you not to trust Yuta,” the bear’s voice sounds again, “but in this case, he’s not wrong. Hyuck’s not so bad.”
If only you knew anything about the bear- about how accurate his perception might be.
Your skin is prickling with anxiety, but you know you’ll have to get used to being surrounded by upper level hybrids if you’re going to do well at this job, so you focus on your breathing.
A minute passes, and then comes the familiar noise of the door squeaking ever so slightly on its hinges.
A shiver runs from the tip of your toes all the way to the top of your head, and an overpowering energy overtakes you.
It’s not so much a smell as it is an overwhelming sense of unease.
Something isn’t right- and you’re pretty sure it’s the new Level Five who’s just entered the room.
“Good job on not puking,” Yuta laughs, patting your shoulder again.
“She’s got a better stomach than Mark,” the bear adds, and as much as you might wish to defend your brother, you can hardly bring yourself to even open your mouth to speak.
“This little bunny is a fighter, isn’t that right?” The smoothness of the unfamiliar voice takes you back a little, and despite your eyes being covered, you get the sense that the Level Five has a pretty face to match his pretty voice.
You itch to take the blindfold off- to get a look at the elusive hybrid.
You wonder what markings he might have that would point you in the direction of identifying what, exactly, he is.
“Can I-” you swallow thickly, and the hybrid’s smokey scent that fills your lungs makes your throat feel dry again, “Can I take this off?”
You reach a hand up towards your face, but Yuta is one step ahead of you, pulling the blindfold from your head.
At first, your eyes take a moment to adjust to the light, but your prey instincts are quick to get a gauge on the Level Five.
He’s handsome- more handsome than you could have imagined. But he’s also young- close to your age, you’d guess, if looks are anything to go by-
Fluffy brown hair and caramel eyes match the pretty tan skin that almost shines golden in the light.
You can’t spot any hybrid marks, not even a tail, and you’re completely blindsided by what the man in front of you might be.
“Hi, bunny.” The Level Five grins at you, and the sharp canines that greet you are the only hint towards his hybridism- although, without visible floppy ears, you highly doubt the man in front of you is any sort of dog.
“If you’re looking for hybrid marks, good luck finding them,” Doyoung tells you, pursing his lips. The large, obvious, black wings that protrude from his back ruffle with annoyance, and you wonder how many other prey hybrids have been enthralled by this Level Five’s lack of clear hybrid marks.
“Hyuck’s good at hiding,” Yuta notes. “Come on, give her a hint.”
“But just know,” the bear quips, “you’re not going to leave this room with any definitive answers about what he is. That information is for people who’ve proven their loyalty here.”
“Something tells me she’ll be loyal,” the Level Five, or ‘Hyuck’ as they’ve called him, is looking at you like you’re dinner. “Isn’t that right, little bunny?”
“Yes, sir,” you respond without a moment’s hesitation, clearing your throat. “I’m loyal. It’s a Lee family trait.”
While you’re talking about your brother, you suppose Lee Jeno is also quite loyal, although that might be more of a dog and doberman trait than a Lee-specific one.
The Level Five continues to stare at you, and then his pretty caramel eyes seem to flick with a new colour, almost like a flame, licking from his iris- within a moment his eyes are a fiery red that makes your heart practically stop in your chest, because… you’ve seen these eyes before.
You’d seen them that night when you’d first visited the bar, watching you from up in VIP.
It becomes clear to you that the ‘manager’ who you’d caught the attention of is none other than the Level Five himself.
7: Sunday
“You look tired.” Mark’s usually not the type to enjoy seeing you burnt out, but he’s hopeful that one night on the job had been enough to show you that you might not be cut out for bar life.
“I am tired,” you sigh, taking a seat at the breakfast table.
He watches you for a moment, but when it’s clear you’re intent to just pick at the apple in your hand, he decides to prompt you for more. “Aren’t you going to tell me how it went?”
You groan.
“I mean-” he swallows, “obviously you made it past their scent test-”
“Speaking of which,” now your eyes are on him, and you shift in your seat, “you have to tell me what kind of hybrid Hyuck is!”
Mark nearly chokes on his coffee.
You’re on a first name basis with Lee Donghyuck?!
“When did you meet him?!” Mark gasps.
“What do you mean ‘when did I meet him’?” You roll your eyes. “He was the Level Five in my scent test!”
“He was?!” This is definitely news to Mark.
Your brows furrow with confusion. “Wasn’t he yours too?”
“Of course not! Mine was Renjun!”
“Who the heck is Renjun?”
Mark doesn’t answer- after all, there’s truly no way to explain who Renjun is, not without giving you details about his Level Five status-
“Look, this ‘Renjun’ dude doesn’t matter,” you insist. “I need to know what Hyuck is.”
Mark’s throat goes dry, and he rubs his thumb against the coffee mug in his hand. “I mean… you know I can’t tell you that.” Mark sighs. “What do you think he is.”
“I don’t-” You bite at your lip. “A giant snake? His eyes go red- that’s… that’s kind of snake-like, right? And his skin has a pretty sort of golden sheen sometimes. No one’s described what Level Five’s are yet, so I don’t even know what general hybrid types to be considering. A snake doesn’t seem like that big of a deal, but maybe he’s exotic or something? Are Level Five’s exotic predator types?”
The bunny opens his mouth, then closes it. He’s not sure what to say.
“Come on, Mark-” you groan. “Please?”
“Look…” he sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I really can’t tell you what Hyuck is. He’s my boss’s boss’s boss or something- but… you’ll probably never meet Renjun, so… if I tell you what he is- maybe it will help give you some ideas?”
“I really don’t see how it will help-”
“That’s because you have no idea what a Level Five is- they’re not even in the same ballpark as snakes, which are Level Three’s, by the way.”
“Fine,” you give in. “Tell me what Renjun is.”
“But you have to promise not to repeat this anywhere. And if you end up meeting him… you’ll have to pretend you had no clue about his hybrid type... deal?”
“Of course! Who am I going to tell anyways?”
“Yeji for one, or Ryujin-”
“Yeah, yeah-” you wave a hand. “I promise I won’t.”
He studies you for a second.
You’ve never been one to go back on your word, and after a deep breath, Mark Lee goes back on his own promise not to reveal a Level Five hybrid type.
He supposes sending you into a monster’s den with no clue what you could be up against isn’t the best idea in the world- and perhaps this will finally show you why he’s so hesitant to allow you anywhere near his work.
“Renjun- well…” Mark takes a deep breath. “He’s a phoenix.”
There’s a beat of silence, and then you let out a small laugh. “Stop teasing me.”
“I’m not,” Mark tells you earnestly.
Your eyes search his face for any sign that he could be playing around, and then you’re jaw is dropping. “A phoenix?!”
“Lower your voice!”
When you speak next, it’s in a half yelled whisper; “Pheonix’s exist?!”
“Yeah.”
“So what does that make Hyuck?!”
“You’ve got to drop the Hyuck thing,” Mark groans. “I told you about Renjun, now just trust me when I tell you to stay away from your bosses. That includes Johnny… and Yuta.”
“Again with the hypocrisy, Mark-”
“Just-” he reaches over and places his hand over yours. “Please.”
Your energy dies down before his very eyes, and Mark can guess that it’s probably because he’s made a point not to ask you for much in your life.
He’s glad that this ‘please’ packs a punch.
“Fine,” you say, taking a deep breath. “But I’m still choosing to work at the bar.”
“Oh my Jesus-”
“We need the money!” you insist.
He can’t argue there. “When are you on shift?”
“You’re not going to like this- but uh… they have me on off days right now? Monday through Wednesday-”
“You know I don’t work Monday through Wednesday,” Mark groans, hating the idea that you’ll be at the club without him there to protect you.
Sure, Mark’s a bunny hybrid, but he’s a bunny that bites… if he has to.
“I know, I know-” you sigh. “But I checked the shift chart and it looks like Jaemin will be there, Jisung too!”
He’s glad you’ll have to familiar faces at least. “Who’s the Level Three bouncer?”
“The golden retriever- Jungwoo I think his name was?”
Mark feels himself relax a little. He knows Jungwoo’s character- and despite being a puppy, the dog can hold his own. “I guess you could be working with worse people.”
“Don’t be so hard on your coworkers,” you laugh.
It’s his bosses he’ll have to be explicitly hard on if he’s going to keep you away from them, and Mark knows it.
8: Monday
When you arrive to the club for your first official shift, it begins very much like the training one had. Taeil meets you at the front door and hurries you through the space.
“Doyoung’s in a bad mood,” he tells you, deer ears flickering with something like anxiety. “Something ruffled his feathers this morning. But… it should be an easy night.”
“Oh, okay.” You’re not sure what else to say, and you instead opt for being quiet, adjusting your silky black shirt and toying with the cuff link by your wrist.
“It’s a nice outfit,” Taeil continues, watching your movements with a doe like expression. “But I wouldn’t be surprised if someone tells you to wear a dress next time.”
You swallow thickly and look down at what you consider to be your ‘fancy pants.’
When you’d gotten dressed, you’d decided to go a more modest route. Mark always heads to work in dark attire, and you’d done your best to match it, but you suppose it’s no shock that the bosses might prefer for their female bunnies to be in something a little more showy.
“I’ll uh- look through my wardrobe?” you suggest, as your eyes lock in on the regal raven man who’s just come through the door leading to the back of the bar.
Taeil laughs, and it’s the first time you’ve seen the serious deer hybrid smile. “Don’t worry, outfits will be provided. We’ve had a few bunny bottle girls, and Doyoung has stats on what attire gains the best tips.”
Why are you not surprised that Doyoung has outfit to tip ratio statistics.
“I guess Taeil’s already given you my critique then,” the raven says smoothly as you approach. “Dresses will be provided… if you make it through this first official shift.”
He makes it sound like he thinks you might fail, and it only makes you more determined to prove your worth.
“Tonight you’ll be doing bottle service,” Doyoung explains as he leads you through to the back section.
You’re a little surprised to see a few Level Four hybrids already bustling about by the bar, and when you’re ushered into the staff room, two familiar faces make you feel more at home.
“Little Lee bunny!” Jaemin grins, pulling you into a hug. “Mark told me you’d be working here, but I almost didn’t believe it!”
“Believe it,” Doyoung grunts. “You’ll be showing her the ropes of being a bottle person. Jisung-” your eyes shift to the other man you’ve met in passing, “you’ll be on the door with Jungwoo. Y/N got an intro course in manning the door, and she’ll end the shift with you, got it?”
“Yes, mister Kim.” The hamster hybrid nods solemnly, flashing you a shy smile before scurrying off.
“Speaking of Jungwoo though-” Doyoung sighs, “where is that dog?”
“I believe we passed him at the bar on the way in here?” you suggest, recalling the familiar scent that had briefly caught the attention of your senses as Doyoung had rushed you to the staff room.
The raven looks at you, and then he flashes you a pretty gummy smile. “You are quick on your feet, aren’t you?”
“I try.” You can feel your skin heating at the compliment.
“What else did you smell on the way in here?” he prompts.
“I think- a handful of Level Threes and Fours by the bar- but not a Five in sight.”
“And if you see a Five?” Doyoung presses.
“I’ll assume that as door man, Jisung has made a note of it, but I’ll also come tell you- if it’s not Hyuck or Renjun.”
“Very good,” the raven nods at you. Then he takes a deep breath. “I should warn you both, before shift officially starts-” his eyes shift to Jaemin, “Johnny and Yuta are planning to stop by tonight to see how our new hire is doing-”
“What?” Jaemin’s nose scrunches up with distaste. “But they never come in on Mondays!”
“I know, and I told them not to.” Doyoung sighs again, “It will just throw off our team, but- like I said, they want to see our newest bunny in action.”
Jaemin groans. “Jeez-”
“Just remember,” Doyoung looks at you, “Level Fours - and Fives - can be difficult to manage. Stick close to Jaemin, and if you need anything, come let me know.”
“Okay,” you nod diligently.
“You’re part of my team now.” The raven hybrid offers you a smile. “And I’m not about to let anything bad happen on shift tonight.”
9: Monday con't
Yuta hasn’t been able to take his eyes off of you for what feels like hours. Sure, he might have a little something something going on with your older brother, but he thinks there’s no harm in watching you… it’s for scientific purposes, really.
Okay, maybe more like his own twisted pervert purposes, but who’s going to judge a wolf like him?
“She is cute, I’ll give you that,” Johnny says, drawing Yuta’s attention. “I can see why Hyuck likes her.”
After a moment to consider the bear’s words, Yuta nods, gaze shifting back to you. “And she seems good at the job.”
In the two hours they’ve been sitting in VIP and watching you, you’ve definitely impressed not only them, but many other Level Fours as well.
A snow leopard acquaintance and business partner had even approached the two owners of the club to enquire about you, and Kun’s generally not the type to get so easily enthralled, especially not by bottle girls and workers.
Even though you’re shadowing Jaemin today, you’ve noticed Yuta and Johnny’s drinks being low, and have personally brought over a bottle of champagne for refills, a bright smile on your face every time.
Yuta’s already tipped you more than he’d tipped Mark on his first day doing bottle service, and that’s saying something.
He can’t help it though. There’s something about you- something that makes him want to risk it all-
But there’s also a voice in the back of his mind that tells him not to. For one, he has Mark- and even more- you’ve caught Hyuck’s attention.
Hyuck’s a collector of pretty things, and he can be quite defensive when he thinks someone’s impeding on his territory.
No, Yuta’s better sticking with the elder Lee bunny, and he just hopes any man that’s interested in you has the brains to rethink testing Hyuck’s patience.
10: Tuesday
Although Johnny is one of Hyuck’s most trusted confidants, the Level Five finds himself calling up the wolf in his company for details about your first day.
As a friend of your brother’s, Yuta can provide insight Johnny might not be able to- and besides, Yuta always tells it as it is. He’s not one for fancy language or tiptoeing around, and that’s one of the things Hyuck appreciates most about him.
The wolf answers his phone on the second ring, and Hyuck pays the same respect that Yuta always does; he doesn’t bother inching around the reason he called, and goes straight to ask; “How was our new bunny on shift yesterday?”
“I mean…” Yuta lets out a chuckle, “She’s Mark’s sister, so she took to it pretty naturally. But that’s not too surprising, is it?”
“I guess not.” Hyuck can’t help but smile. He enjoys hearing that you’re already excelling at your new job, and it extends past the pride of a boss finding a new money maker. “I hear she was on bottle duty yesterday.”
“Uh huh, kept my drink full the whole evening.”
“So she’s even better than Jaemin,” Hyuck’s grin widens.
“It’s not that hard to be better than Jaemin.” Yuta’s eye roll is practically audible.
The wolf has never been a fan of the lazy bunny, but Hyuck keeps Jaemin employed for his own entertainment.
“Anyways,” Yuta continues, “a few VIP’s even enquired about our new hire, said she was doing a good job.”
“Really?” Hyuck feels the flames of jealousy licking across his skin. “Who?”
“Kun and Ten mostly, but I think everyone was pretty eager to watch her work. Scurrying around with her little grey bunny tail and those twitchy ears-”
Hyuck will have to deal with Kun and Ten if it comes down to a turf war over his new bunny, but for now, he takes a deep breath, mind more pleasantly occupied; “What was she wearing?”
“I guess no one told her about our affinity for bottle girls in little black dresses-” Yuta sighs. “But she still looked absolutely delicious in black pants and a satin dress shirt.”
“What have I told you about preying on my bottle girls?” Hyuck can’t let this comment slide.
“Yeah, yeah,” Yuta sighs. “I was just trying to paint a pretty picture for you.”
As if Yuta has to verbalize that you looked good enough to eat. Hyuck’s way past that.
“Hey,” the wolf catches Hyuck’s mind from drifting, “just so you know- I know that Girl-Bunny-Lee is off the table. You don’t usually go for bunnies, so a few others might get confused, but… well, I know she’s yours.”
Hyuck takes a moment to consider his friend’s words.
What Yuta’s just said is true though, Hyuck generally isn’t one to spend too much time with Level Ones. He has a preference for Level Four big cat hybrids; panthers, tigers, he’s even had a daring lion or two-
Bunnies always get jumpy around Hyuck, and for good reason.
He’ll enjoy breaking you in- in more ways than one.
“I appreciate that you know your boundaries, wolf,” Hyuck says smoothly. “To ensure that everyone else knows not to toe the line, how about you talk to Doyoung about putting our newest little bunny on bottle service for Friday night. Mark will be working- it will give us both a chance to watch our Level Ones scurrying around.”
“You know, boss,” Yuta chuckles, “I like the way you think.”
11: Friday
Mark can feel his annoyance practically perfuming off his own form, and he’s not the only one who’s noticed. While transiting to work, the few other prey hybrids on the bus have moved away from him, and you keep shooting him worried looks.
A few stops from the club, a human couple leaves, and Mark is quick to snatch the newly vacated seats.
He lets out a deep sigh as he sits down, immediately leaning against the window to cast his gaze outside.
“Mark, stop being such a party pooper,” you say in a hushed tone, gently poking at his side.
He rolls his eyes.
“Seriously. I know it’s a little fast that I’m working a busy shift, but that means more tips, and isn’t making money the whole point of this?”
“I just-” he groans again. “It’s a Friday night, all the VIP big bosses will be there-” He bites his tongue, although he has much more to say. Like how he knows Hyuck’s the reason you’re working tonight, because Hyuck has final say on shifts, and any change in schedule immediately points to the picky Level Five having his hand in it.
“So what if all the big bosses are there?” you ask. “I’ll just work harder to swindle them for their money.”
You’re trying to lighten the mood, and Mark can’t help but crack a small smile.
“You need to be realistic about this though,” he warns you. “Do your job, be nice, but don’t be too nice. Do you understand?”
“I’ll only do what I’m paid to do,” you nod. “Honestly, I think you’re overthinking this. Doyoung’s been a great manager, and tonight’s going to be fine.”
He wants to tell you that you’re too trusting. That you’re a naive little bunny going into a den of upper level hybrids - some of whom, you can’t even truly name.
He might have told you that Renjun is a phoenix, but you still have no idea what you’re going up against when dealing with Hyuck.
“Just-” Mark sighs again. “Don’t be too nice.”
12: Friday con't
It’s a busy night, and Hyuck gets a fabulous view of you and other ‘bottle bitches’ running around his club.
You’re in a black dress, and in many other work places, it would be considered much too short. In fact, the only thing truly keeping the fabric over the rump of your cute little bum is your fuzzy grey tail.
Hyuck thanks god for hybrid specific clothing, and he makes a mental note to congradulate Doyoung on quickly taking care of your wardrobe. Yuta had mentioned the pants you wore to your first shift were nice… but Hyuck doubts that much could look better on you than this.
You look good enough to eat, and Hyuck wants to unwrap you-
But he’s not the only one.
An hour goes by, then two, and as the night gets more lively, a few Level Four hybrids get increasingly cocky with you, much to Hyuck’s annoyance.
Hell, even a few Level Threes who should be working seem to be revolving around you.
Hyuck’s not sure if it’s because they’re also seeing the way men are looking at you, or if they themselves are as into you as everyone else seems to be.
You had come to the club with Jeno your first time, and as Hyuck watches the doberman practically do laps around you while you scurry about, he wonders if there’s anything going on between the two of you.
After tracking you with his eyes for half an hour more, Hyuck decides there’s no way you could be dating Jeno. Hyuck would have smelt you on his doberman, and while Jeno often comes in smelling a little like bunny, it’s always been Jaemin and Mark’s scent still lingering on his skin.
Hyuck is getting increasingly impatient watching you tend to the lower section of the bar. While he’d insisted on having you work tonight, Doyoung had been just as firm about Jisung being the bottle bitch to the VIP’s, and Hyuck’s not sure how much longer he can go without seeing you up close.
Doyoung’s not usually one to put his foot down when Hyuck gives him orders, and as Hyuck watches Doyoung watch you, he begins to wonder about even the raven’s integrity when it comes to pretty little bunnies.
It’s near the end of your shift when something happens that finally allows Hyuck to act; a tiger hybrid seated at a booth catches your arm as you rush past him with a bottle of champagne. The roughness of the sudden grip makes you stagger.
Hyuck’s on his feet in an instant, eyes fixed on you.
The tiger leans up to say something in your ear, and even with top hybrid hearing, Hyuck can’t make it out with all the noise in the room. However, by your reaction, it’s obvious that what ever has been said, well… it doesn’t sit right.
A look of shock crosses your features, your jaw dropping-
Hyuck hurries down the stairs of VIP. He’ll make it to you in less than five seconds-
The tiger hybrid stands up and everything seems to go in slow motion for the Level Five. He’s optimized for this kind of thing, this kind of situation- and his body kicks into high gear, muscles tensing-
The champagne slips from your hand-
Before it can hit the floor, Hyuck’s fingers are wrapping around the bottle’s neck, and in one aggressive motion, he’s using it like a baseball bat and wacking the shit out of the tiger hybrid’s shoulder.
Glass and booze explode at the contact, shards and bubbly spraying every direction.
The tiger hybrid recoils and others jump at the sudden eruption of anger that had come from a VIP who hardly leaves his section. If the big cats and other predators in the vicinity hadn’t smelt Hyuck for what he is before, well- it’s obvious to everyone who the big boss is now.
“Don’t you know anything about being in a club?!” Hyuck rages at the tiger, who practically shrinks under his fiery gaze. “You can look, but don’t you ever think about touching one of my bunnies like that again!”
“I’m sorry-” the man’s eyes are full of fear, and the smell of it makes Hyuck’s lungs burn.
In his periphery, Hyuck sees Jeno, Jungwoo and Doyoung rushing to surround him. He sees Jeno reach for you, protectively putting you behind his back-
“Throw this guy out,” Hyuck announces to his subordinates. “And tell Mark to make a note by his name.” His gaze lands on the cowering hybrid. “If you comes back here, I’ll do worse than break a champagne bottle.”
Hands grab at the tiger, and he’s hauled off by the two dogs who do Hyuck’s bidding.
The Level Five inhales deeply to calm himself, running a hand through his curls before turning to look at you. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine-” you assure him, but you sound breathless, and your eyes are wide.
“Was that really necessary?” Doyoung asks. “Cleaning the champagne and glass up is going to be a shit show-”
“Yes, it was necessary,” Hyuck snaps. “Everyone here needs to know-” he casts his eyes around at the predator hybrids that frequent his club, “employees at my club are off limits.”
“I’m sure they know that now.” The raven isn’t even bothering to hide his exasperation. Surely he wouldn’t have handled things this way, in such an abrupt and aggressive manner- but he’s not Hyuck, and he’s not a Level Five.
Hyuck looks at you again, assessing you for any sign of injury. Up close, you’re even prettier than he could have imagined, and you meet his gaze with those wide, wonderous eyes of yours-
“Your shift is over,” Hyuck declares. “It’s been an eventful night. I’ve been watching you scurry around for hours.”
“But-” you and Doyoung both go to argue, and Hyuck holds up a hand.
“It’s her first night working a busy shift,” Hyuck states. “I think she’s had enough.”
“I-” you bite on your lip. “Thank you- but… I mean, I have to stay here until Mark’s shift is over in half an hour anyways-”
“Then how about you join me in VIP while you wait for your brother.”
Doyoung lets out an annoyed sound in the back of his throat, eyes rolling before he turns to leave. No doubt he’s had enough of this conversation, enough of Hyuck- and the Level Five doesn’t mind. This is a conversation best had without the stickler raven hanging around.
“Thanks for the offer- but I really shouldn’t. Mark wouldn’t like it, and I mean… you’re my boss after all.”
Hyuck lets out a chuckle. “That’s never stopped Mark from joining Yuta when his shift is over. Your brother sounds like a hypocrite if he’d get upset at you joining me.”
You blink up at him- and then you’re smiling and Hyuck feels like he’s on cloud nine. “That’s what I’ve been saying! He’s been very hypocritical lately!” Then you do something no bunny before has ever done, you lean closer to Hyuck, lowering your voice; “He sort of told me to stay away from you.”
Hyuck’s grin widens. “So you and your hypocrite brother have been talking about me, huh?”
Your pretty bunny ears twitch, and you cast your eyes down with embarrassment. “Not at length- he still won’t tell me what type of hybrid you are-”
“Come have a drink with me, and maybe you’ll find out.”
You look up at him again, and Hyuck can tell you’re searching his face for a sign of deception. Then you give in; “Fine. I’ll have one drink while I wait for Mark, but not in VIP.”
It’s almost like you’re taunting him, and when you turn to head toward the bar, Hyuck’s natural predatory instincts kick in. He gives in to the chase, following close on your heels.
People part for Hyuck as he walks through the busy dance floor. He supposes they could just be being careful from the champagne bottle incident, but there’s also the fact that he gives off intense vibes. Even without knowing what Level Five hybrids are, many of the Fours in the room have no problem identifying him, once in a blue moon when he comes down from VIP.
Yuta had told Hyuck when they’d first met that he simply smells and feels like an other- something not of their normal hybrid world. And Hyuck supposes there’s some merit to that.
He joins you at the bar, and within an instant, his persian kitty bartender, Taeyong, is rushing up to take his order. Doyoung eyes Hyuck from the end of the bartop, but keeps his distance.
In record speed, two drinks are being sat in front of you, and Hyuck can finally give you his full attention. “So how’d a bunny like you get into working restaurants?”
“Hmm?”
“Your resume,” Hyuck clarifies. “It said you’ve worked in the industry before.”
“Oh, uh-” you fiddle with the straw in your drink, “I mean- growing up, Mark used to call me Little Miss Energizer Bunny, you know, like the battery? And I guess, I’ve always liked being helpful, so running around a room and making sure people are happy seems like a no brainer.”
Hyuck watches you with a smile. He likes the idea of you being a little Energizer Bunny- his little Energizer Bunny.
“How about you?” you ask, lifting your chin to appear confident in your question, but your eyes and twitchy ears betray you. “How does a young Level Five like yourself end up owning a club?”
Hyuck chuckles. “I’m not as young as I look.”
“Really? Is this a hint as to your hybrid type? I will figure it out, you know.”
You’re his little Sherlock Holmes the Energizer Bunny. It’s cute.
“Sure you will,” Hyuck says, although there are doubts in his mind. “How are you liking the work here?”
“I’m enjoying it,” you tell him. “All my coworkers are really nice, and Doyoung is a great manager.”
Hyuck can’t help but crack a smile at this. The raven has had many complaints against him in the past, mostly from Jaemin and Jeno, who think he’s much too strict and bitchy- but Hyuck guesses there’s no surprise that Doyoung puts his best foot forward with you.
The Level Five opens his mouth to ask another question, but before he can, he notices your brother weaving through the crowd behind you.
“Uh-” Mark coughs awkwardly, gently tapping you on your arm, “Doyoung said there was an altercation- said I should take you home early?”
Maybe Hyuck will have to file a complaint against Doyoung too, for being a royal cock block.
“Oh, yeah-” you nod quickly, “let me finish my drink-”
Hyuck watches the way you suck on your straw, and his mouth starts to water. It takes all his energy to force his eyes to your brother. “You usually bus, don’t you, Mark? I could get someone to drive you both home.”
“We’ll be fine,” Mark states, and there’s a stubborn set to his jaw even though he can’t truly meet Hyuck’s gaze. “I’m sure y/n made enough tips to pay for a cab.”
Hyuck would be entertained by Mark’s big brother protectiveness, if it wasn’t directed at warding him off. But Hyuck also supposes that, if he were in Mark’s shoes and had a sister, especially one as cute as you, he’d be doing the same thing Mark is doing right now.
“Your call, Markie.” Hyuck raises his glass, nodding at the bunny whose cheeks are now a pretty shade of pink. “Get home safe, and I’ll see you-” his eyes meet yours, “sometime soon.”
It’s a promise, but it also might just be a threat.
13: Friday con't
At first, the atmosphere in the cab is tense, silent. Mark is like a brewing volcano on your right side, and you’re just waiting for him to say something. Yet, your brother throws none of his anger your way.
It almost feels like you’re going to get home unscathed, and then all of the sudden Mark is throwing his hands up and looking at you with an exasperated expression; “I thought I told you to stay away from him!”
You’re too stunned to speak. Mark hardly ever raises his voice at you, and the fact that he’s doing this in front of your driver when you’re already so close to home is just as shocking as the outburst itself. “I-”
“I’m serious, y/n-” Mark’s eyes flicker to the taxi driver. “I don’t want to talk about levels too much right now, but- trust me- if you think Yuta and Johnny might be dangerous based on their hybrid types- just know that Hyuck is ten times worse than that!”
“He doesn’t seem that bad-”
“Doesn’t seem that bad,” Mark repeats, and you can’t tell if he’s about to laugh or cry.
Your brother opens his mouth to say more, but the taxi comes to a stop in front of your apartment, and the obviously uncomfortable driver quietly tells you how much you owe him.
You grab money out of your work fanny pack, tossing it into the front of the cab before exiting the vehicle. There’s much more you want to say to your brother, but it’s not going to be said in front of some innocent bystander who’s just trying to make a living.
“Mark, I hate to say it,” you follow him towards the entryway of your building, “but you’re being extremely hypocritical right now.”
“Me?! How?!” Even in the middle of an argument, Mark holds the apartment lobby door open for you.
“Don’t act as if you’re not involved with Yuta. He’s a Level Four, and I see how much calmer you are when he’s around. He’s like a protector, maybe I’d like a protector too.”
You think back to how Hyuck had appeared out of nowhere when the tiger hybrid had been aggressive to you, and you feel dirty at the way your panties begin to stick to your core-
“Then go for Jeno or something! Why does it have to be Hyuck?! He’s a Level Five!” Mark insists as you enter the elevator. “And he’s probably got a bunny fetish-”
“Mark Lee-” you say, shocked beyond belief, “for someone who’s paid to pay attention, you don’t seem to notice the hybrid types that usually surround Hyuck in VIP. They’re all cats, Mark- big cats!”
Your brother doesn’t seem to have a rebuttal for you, so you continue; “Besides, he might not even like me that way…”
“Jeno said that the guy practically swooped down from VIP and smashed a champagne bottle over a tiger hybrid’s head just to protect you.”
“He smashed it over the guy’s arm and shoulder area,” you correct.
“Still!” Mark insists. He takes a deep breath, and when he speaks again, his tone has calmed down substantially. “Please,” your brother sighs, “trust me on this.”
Doesn’t he know rule number 3 of the imaginary sister code? Never take your brother’s advice, especially when it comes to love.
And you don’t intend to.
14: Saturday
“So I heard that then, Donghyuck comes down from VIP and straight up kills this tiger-”
Mark’s been listening to Xiaojun and Hendery discuss last night’s events since he came into the staff room five minutes ago. Usually their gossip isn’t something that interests him, but tonight, he feels the need to step in.
“He didn’t kill the tiger-” Mark groans, drawing the eyes of the other Level Ones who have just finished their own shifts.
“He didn’t?” Xiaojun blinks.
“He just- whacked him on the arm or something.” Mark shakes his head. “Jisung apparently spent an hour cleaning up all the shards.”
“That’s crazy, dude,” Hendery's large rat hybrid ears wiggle with distaste. He’s never been one to enjoy actually working at work, and even Mark had been a little shocked at how much their resident hamster friend had been forced to do to make up for their boss’s outburst.
“And it was over your sister, right?” Xiaojun presses.
Mark had entered this with a sneaking suspicion that the two of them were talking so openly about the incident to get more information, and the bunny decides he’s not about to fall into their feeble minded trap again.
Especially not when there are more important matters to attend to… like the schedule he’s currently looking at.
Just then, Doyoung walks into the room, and Mark jumps at the opportunity to discuss things with his manager.
“Hey-” the bunny grabs the attention of the raven, “it says here that my sister’s working Wednesday night, I thought you had her on afternoon shifts?”
“Oh-” Doyoung’s broad wings ruffle behind him, “yeah, there was a schedule change.”
“I thought I told you that I only wanted her working evening shifts when I can be here,” Mark sighs. Wednesday is the one night a week he has classes at his local college, and he’s pretty sure everyone here knows it, especially Doyoung.
“Unfortunately, Mark,” Doyoung adjusts a stray piece of hair that’s fallen haphazardly over his brow, “you’re a Level One, and this schedule change was recommended by someone much higher in the food chain than you.”
“Hyuck,” Mark states. Doyoung might not have said their head boss’s name, but Mark can feel the culprit in his very bones.
“He told me to offer to schedule you in as well,” Doyoung breathes, “but we both know you have class.”
Mark would bet all his savings that Hyuck knows it too.
There’s nothing he can do about it though. He can’t miss class.
He hates how easy it is for Hyuck to be a puppeteer, pulling on everyone’s strings. And above all, Mark especially hates how you’ll probably play right into the Level Five’s hands.
15: Wednesday
While Hyuck has always been the kind of guy to love watching his club make money, there’s something to be said about slow nights… or maybe it’s just the fact that you look calmer.
There aren’t fifty plus Level Fours surrounding you, just a handful of Wednesday night regulars, and it’s obvious to Hyuck from his vantage point in VIP that things are easier on you tonight than last Friday.
He’d also be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the way you pay particular attention to him. With only a few VIP clients in tonight, you have much more ability to watch his own cup, and you frequently pop up with a bottle of whisky to refill his glass.
On top of all of this, maybe it also has something to do with Mark not being present. Your brother's watchful gaze is understandable, but yet another barrier between you and Hyuck, a barrier he’d been quick to deal with.
Tonight, the door is manned by Jaehyun, the stoic black lab, and Jaemin, who looks down at his phone absentmindedly between guests arriving. Neither of these men are intent on watching you, and Hyuck hopes it stays that way.
He enjoys the way your gaze so often shifts to his table, even if it’s just to check on his drink, and for the countless time tonight, you hurry up the steps with his favourite whisky in hand.
“Can I refill that for you?” you ask.
Hyuck gently pushes his cup forward, remaining silent and watching you.
“I hate to ask this,” you say, as the amber liquid pours, “but should I maybe grab you some water? I’ve only been keeping this bottle out for you tonight, and you’ve already gone through most of it-”
“You’re concerned I can’t handle my liquor?” Hyuck grins. You’re such a funny, amusing, little thing.
“You can definitely handle this, much better than I could, at least,” you’re quick to assure him. “I just- technically my shift ends soon, and I think I’m the only one who’s really been paying attention to you. If I don’t go grab you some water, something tells me you’ll be neglected till closing.”
As if he couldn’t easily wave down Doyoung- but still, Hyuck enjoys the sentiment.
“If it would make you happy, you can go grab me some water,” he concedes.
You flash him a small smile, and then you’re scurrying off, his little bunny errand girl.
You return with water not two minutes later, and Hyuck has already pulled out a few bills. “Here,” he says, holding them out to you, “for paying special attention to me tonight.”
You blink at the wad of cash. “Sir, you don’t have to-”
“Of course I don’t have to,” Hyuck interrupts. “I own the place. I can do what I want. And what I want, is to give you this. As a token of my appreciation.”
He hasn’t bothered to count the exact amount, but he knows it’s somewhere in the hundreds, which is probably why you’re being so nervous about accepting it.
“Here,” Hyuck sighs, standing. He reaches out, tucking the cash between the waistband of your fanny pack and black dress that's been capturing his attention all shift. “Make sure you don’t lose this.”
“Thank you, I-” you blink up at him, and Hyuck sees something like stars in your eyes- or maybe that’s just the light reflecting from the disco ball. “Are you leaving?
“Yup,” Hyuck runs a hand though his hair, smirking and offering you a wink. “I’ll see you soon though, yeah?”
He likes the way you mutter “yeah” as if you have any choice in the matter, and then he heads down the VIP stairs, ignoring the glare that Doyoung casts his way.
16: Wednesday con't
“You should take a cab,” Mark tells you, and part of you wishes you’d never even called your brother while waiting at the bus stop.
“I’ll be fine,” you assure him. “It’s late so the bus will be empty.”
“Yeah, it’s late, which makes it more dangerous out there,” Mark insists.
You open your mouth to argue back, absentmindedly watching a black sports car slowly approach- and then the window is being rolled down, and Hyuck is looking out at you.
“Need a ride?”
“Mark, good news,” you say into your phone, “Hyuck just offered me a lift.”
“Don’t get in his car,” comes your brother’s stern response.
“Sorry, I can’t hear you, line’s breaking up-” you lie, “See you in ten!” Then you hang up on Mark, addressing Hyuck for the first time. “Yes, thank you, I’d really appreciate it.” You grab the door handle, getting into the car and quickly telling him your address. “Mark was just hassling me about busses being dangerous-”
“Good thing you’re safe in here with me now, huh?” Hyuck grins, waiting for you to have your seatbelt on before he pulls away from the curb.
“Very safe,” you confirm, even as your bunny senses take a moment to adjust to his overpowering scent. The fiery nature of his presence is something you’ve gotten more and more used to, and in the back of your mind you wonder if he - like his business partner Renjun - is a phoenix of some sort.
“You did good today, on shift,” Hyuck says, and the praise makes your heart sing in your chest.
“Thank you.”
“And you’re doing good now, too, you know. Not many Level One hybrids like to be near me, let alone locked in a car with me.” Hyuck’s fingers gently tap on the steering wheel. “Did your brother ever tell you how he puked the first time we met?”
You laugh. “Mark hasn’t talked about it, but Yuta mentioned it during my scent trial.”
“If you feel sick, let me know and we’ll roll down a window,” Hyuck teases.
“I mean,” you feel your skin heating, “I’ve got butterflies in my stomach, but it’s not puking related.”
Hyuck sneaks a glance at you. “Really?”
“Uh huh.” You look away shyly.
A moment later, his warm hand is finding the middle of your thigh, and he gives you a gentle squeeze.
“You’re cute, bunny,” he tells you, and just as you think things might get even hotter, he pulls away, fingers returning to the wheel. “It’s good to have you on the team.”
“It’s good to be on a team.” Good to feel appreciated.
Hyuck’s a fast driver, and the roads are dead on a Wednesday night, so you’re turning onto your street much sooner than you’d wish to be. To your surprise, you can already see Mark waiting on the curb for you.
“And there’s your brother,” Hyuck sighs. He pulls over a little distance away from your apartment, and Mark begins approaching. “I guess I’ll see you at your shift on Friday night.”
“I guess so.”
“You should plan on ending early again, I’ll want your company in VIP.”
“Is Doyoung going to be okay with that?” you question. “And besides, who says I want to come to VIP? Haven’t I told you already that you’re my boss-”
“Look,” Hyuck cuts you off, “If you weren’t up for it, you wouldn’t be in my car right now.”
He’s right, but you won’t admit it. You just stare at him as Mark comes all the way up to the car with a mildly frustrated scrunch to his nose-
“Like I said,” Hyuck laughs, watching you reach for the handle to exit his vehicle, “I’ll see you at your next shift.”
17: Saturday
“You’ve gotta stop eye fucking my new hire.”
Hyuck assesses Doyoung over the rim of his whisky glass. It’s a busy Saturday night and Hyuck can’t believe the raven hybrid is broaching this subject now of all times.
“Uh oh,” Hyuck grins at Yuta next to him. “Looks like I’ve ruffled some feathers…” His gaze shifts to Doyoung again, “I’ve gotta stop eye fucking your new hire.. Or what?”
“Or we’re going to lose Mark, his sister, and Jaemin and Jeno, because those two losers do everything Mark does-”
“They might be losers, but neither Jaemin or Jeno is stupid enough to quit working here,” Hyuck scoffs. “Besides… why is it so wrong for me to want to get to know the cutest Lee bunny?”
“Well for starters,” Doyoung sighs with exasperation, “You’re her boss?!”
“Get on Yuta’s back then,” Hyuck chuckles, nudging the wolf seated next to him.
“And second-” Doyoung continues, “because it’s just some weird bunny fetish, and it’s not good. Your intentions aren’t pure.”
“Bunny fetishes can be fun,” Yuta notes, and although Hyuck agrees with his friend, this is definitely not a case of Bunny fetishization… or at least, he doesn't think it is.
“I’m getting awfully tired of you questioning me,” Hyuck sighs.
Doyoung lowers his voice, but his words are still laced with venom when he says “And I’m getting tired of you watching y/n work her butt off to pay rent while you sit up here at VIP drinking expensive whisky!”
“You know what?” Hyuck stands up. “Fine! If you want me to be a gentleman about it, I’ll go and ask her on a real date, how’s that sound?”
“That’s not what I meant-” Doyoung’s pale skin flushes a deep red colour, and it only pushes Hyuck to act quicker.
“Too late, I’m going, right now.” He brushes by the dumbstruck raven, heading down the VIP stairs.
His eyes are on the prize; you. Specifically, his gaze is fixed on your cute little tail and perfect ass. Your back is to him as you stand at the bar, waiting for Taeyong to grab you a bottle of wine, and for a moment, Hyuck thinks it might be fun to ambush you-
Then he sees a shiver run up your spine, and you turn to look at him, lips parting in a silent question.
“Hey you,” Hyuck grins. “Got a second?”
“For you, I have two or so minutes.”
“There’s my funny little bunny,” he says affectionately. “Listen, Doyoung’s mad that I keep looking at you. He thinks my intentions are- well, let’s just say he thinks I’m going to be a dick about this. To prove him wrong, I thought I’d ask you out. How do you feel about brunch?”
“I mean…” he watches you swallow thickly, “I love brunch- but, you don’t really seem like a brunch kind of guy?”
“That’s just because you don’t know me yet,” he winks at you. “Brunch is good because I work in the evenings.”
“Oh, right-”
“I know you’ve gotta quickly run away like the little Energizer Bunny you are, so I’ll make this quick. I know a place with a great view and the best mimosas in town… what do you say about tomorrow?”
You look up at him with those big pretty eyes of yours, and then your gaze shifts over his shoulder. He wonders if you’re looking for Mark, but then you’re nodding. “Pick me up at noon?”
Hyuck nods. “You got it, bunny. I do know where you live.”
18: Sunday
When Hyuck drives you to an expensive apartment building, you’re a little confused. But you play along as he parks in the underground and takes you to the elevator.
“The best mimosas in town,” he assures you. “I guarantee.”
“I trust you,” you laugh, leaning back against the wall of the lift and watching him with a smile.
He looks good today, but when does he ever not look good?
In black dress pants and a silky charcoal shirt, with its sleeves rolled up to expose tanned, veiny forearms-
Well, there’s a lot you want to do with the Level Five hybrid in front of you, things you’d never do with a boss.
You admire the golden tint to his skin, and think through a list of things he could be. There’s the phoenix, kitsune, dragon, griffin, chimera, unicorn- you’re pretty sure he’s not a unicorn, but at this point, he could be just about anything.
The elevator dings and the doors open. You find yourself walking into a lovely entry way, and you’re certain now that this location couldn’t possibly be a restaurant.
“Welcome to my home,” Hyuck tells you, flourishing an arm. “Also known as the place with the best mimosas in town.”
“Well aren’t you confident in your cocktail abilities,” you quirk a brow.
“Sure, but I’m actually talking about my private chef,” Hyuck laughs, leading you through a lush living room to the open concept kitchen, were low and behold, a human is standing there preparing food.
You can tell he’s not one of you by the way he smells, and the fact that, while still focused on his craft, his eyes are slow to find you. “Hi there,” the chef smiles.
“Y/N, this is Jin. Jin, this is our lovely brunch guest.”
“Pleasure to meet you,” Jin waves his knife around as if it were his own hand giving you a greeting.
“I was thinking,” Hyuck’s palm finds the small of your back, “we could sit on the terrace, have some food, and I could give you a full tour later.”
“Works for me,” you agree, giving one final nod to the chef before allowing the Level Five to guide you through his home once more.
The terrace is lovely. The view is no joke, and it’s decorated modestly with a table and chairs, with many plants livening up the place and enjoying the sun. Hyuck pulls out a chair for you and you sit with your eyes still taking in all the lavish wonder his home has to offer.
“Wow,” you muse, smiling as he takes his own seat, “you’re really pulling out all the stops today, aren’t you?”
“I told Doyoung I’d be a gentleman, so here I am,” he shrugs.
“It’s nice that he’s so protective of me,” you muse.
“It feels like everyone who meets you feels protective,” Hyuck nods. “Is that just due to your bunny charm, or is it something deeper?”
“Let’s just leave it at bunny charm, don’t you think?” you laugh.
“So you’re not a little flirt then?”
You take a moment to respond, grinning before you tell him, “only for you.”
“Good. That’s what I like to hear.”
Jin arrives with mimosas a moment later, and before you know it, you’re sipping on your drink and laughing with Hyuck in the afternoon sun.
It’s easier to talk with him in this non work setting, and the view gives you a constant thing to marvel at- aside from the beautiful man you’re conversing with. You find it easier and easier to hold his gaze, but you’re still not fully comfortable with him yet.
The chef interrupts for a second time, holding two platters of food. On one is every veggie and fruit you could possibly imagine, and on the other are more suitable brunch foods.
“I wasn’t sure what you liked,” Hyuck says, scanning the eggs, bacon and sausage links, “so I told Jin to make whatever he’s best at. I hope there’s something here for you to eat.”
“This is wonderful,” you look to the chef, “thank you.”
He simply nods. “Is there anything else you two might need before I leave for the day?”
Hyuck waits for you to respond, and after another look at the food in front of you, you shake your head. “This will be perfect.”
Hyuck nods to his chef, and Jin excuses himself.
When you begin to put things on your plate, you keep your bunny ears open, listening to the chef grab his things and depart. It feels like a weight has been lifted as soon as you know you’re alone with Hyuck, and he visibly relaxes also.
“Something’s on your mind,” he says, toying with a piece of bacon. “Tell me.”
“I’m just thinking about what kind of hybrid you are,” you confess.
“Any guesses?”
“A few.”
“Let’s hear them then. Come on Bunny, spill.”
You smile at the Level Five. “At first, I thought you might be some kind of snake-”
“Definitely not.”
“Yeah, don’t be mad, but Mark told me I was way off. He also may have let it slip that one of your friends is a Phoenix-''
“He did, did he?” Hyuck arches a brow, but you don’t see any anger in his expression, only amusement.
“He did,” you confirm. “So I figure, if we’re in the realm of mythical beasts, well, I don’t see any hybrid marks on you-”
“It’s a Level Five adaptation,” he tells you. “So we can blend. Renjun can’t have fire wings protruding out of his back every day now can he? That’s a fire hazard if I’ve ever heard of one.”
“I guess not-” you laugh at the joke, “but… he does have wings?”
“They retract, back under the skin,” Hyuck nods.
“So… theoretically,” you put a fruit down on your plate, giving Hyuck your full attention, “you could be anything.”
“Theoretically.”
You assess him for a moment longer. “Okay, this information totally derails all my theories, but I guess, I was sort of thinking you could also be a phoenix, due to your eyes flaring red. Or maybe a kitsune because you’re kind of fox-like and mischievous-”
“Am I?”
“You definitely are,” you laugh.
“Any other theories?”
“I mean, you could always be a dragon or something-” you mean it as something of an off hand joke, but the way Hyuck’s chin tilts down ever so slightly- his eyes suddenly going serious- you think you may have just guessed your way into a truth “Wait, no, you can’t be-”
“Does it scare you?” Hyuck asks, cocking his head to the side.
You take a breath, trying to ground yourself in your own body. It’s hard to say exactly what you feel, but it’s definitely not fear. “Do you… do you have retractable wings too?”
“Big ones,” he confirms, “and they’re a pretty golden colour.”
Part of you wants to see them, but you bite your tongue, considering what he’d said about Renjun’s own wings. “Does it-” you swallow thickly, “does it hurt when you retract them?”
Hyuck watches you, and it’s a few moments before he answers. “No one’s ever asked me that before,” he confesses. “But yeah. It hurts.”
There’s silence at the brunch table. Your mind is going a million miles a minute, trying to process what he’s just revealed to you.
“Most people want to see my wings when they find out what I am,” he states. “Don’t you want to see them?”
“Not if it hurts you!”
Hyuck chuckles. “You’re a funny little bunny, has anyone ever told you that?”
“I’m sorry-”
“Don’t be,” he waves his hand. “You have nothing to be sorry for. In fact, I’m impressed. You guessed what I am, and like I said, most people just want to see my wings. They don’t care about the pain of skin tearing to reveal the mark of my hybrid self, but you do. I’ve gotta say…” the dragon sips his mimosa, “I like you, bunny.”
“You do?” your voice is practically a squeak.
“It might be stupid, but I’ve been around a long time- and I don’t think I’ve ever met someone quite like you, let alone a Level One.” Hyuck cocks his head to the side again, eyes scanning your form. “You’re something special, aren’t you, bunny?”
You open your mouth to respond, but before you can, your phone rings loudly in your purse.
“Shit,” you cuss, immediately knowing who’s calling; “it must be Mark-”
“I’m going to take a wild guess and say you haven’t told him who you’re with right now.”
“Of course not-” you swallow thickly. “I’m really sorry, but I have to answer this-”
“Go ahead.” Hyuck leans back in his chair, eyes never leaving you.
With one last sigh, you answer your phone. “Mark?”
“Where are you?”
“Uh-” you lick your lips, “Yeji wanted to meet up for a bit-”
“Are you coming home soon?” your brother presses. “Jeno said he’d help me move this new shelf into my room that we found down at the thrift store, but he bailed.”
“I can come help,” you say without a second thought.
“Awesome! See you soon then!”
“Bye!” You hang up, gaze lifting to meet Hyuck’s. “I’m really sorry-”
“Again, don’t be,” he tells you. “You’ve told me that you’re a bunny who likes to help, and it sounds like Jeno fucked Mark over. Of course you need to go help your brother, although- I have to admit, the idea of two bunnies carrying a bookshelf is a little amusing-” Hyuck downs the rest of his mimosa. “So our secret brunch gets cut short… come on, I’ll give you a ride home.”
19: Wednesday
Watching you work your Wednesday evening shift, Hyuck can’t get the thought of kissing you out of his head. When he’d dropped you off a block from your home on Sunday, he’d known it wasn’t the right time to make a move, and for two nights he’s been dreaming about what if’s.
What if he had kissed you. What if he had cupped your jaw and pressed his lips to yours, moving gently and taking things at your pace. What if his tongue had just happened to glide across your own, earning a pretty moan-
Every time you come to refill his cup, Hyuck finds his patience running thinner and thinner- by the time your shift is officially over, the dragon practically pounces, following you into the staff room.
To his dismay, Taeil is also there, and the Level Five has to push his instincts to the side. You can’t have your first kiss at work, and he hates it- but he knows it too.
“Hi, Hyuck,” you smile at him while pulling your bag from your locker, wrapping your hot little body in a jacket appropriate for the weather outside.
“Hi, Bunny.” He leans against the lockers, looking you up and down. “Shift’s over… how do you feel about coming over to my place,” his gaze moves to Taeil, “I need to talk to you about your resume.”
Taeil scoffs loudly, and it seems the lie hasn’t worked on you or the Level Two who hurries to exit the space.
“I can’t,” you frown. “As much as I’m sure my resume needs to be discussed, Mark’s waiting for me at home.”
“How about tomorrow?” Hyuck presses.
You cock a brow at him, and Hyuck wants to throw you against the lockers and have his way with you-
“Are you really that eager?” you question.
“Yes.”
You smile up at him, and each second you wait to answer is practically painful for the dragon. He’s used to getting what he wants, and what he wants right now, is you.
“I can see you tomorrow,” you confirm. “Your place again?”
“Uh huh,” Hyuck nods. “But this time, no private chef.”
“I wasn’t aware you wanted to get me alone so badly.”
“Then you haven’t been paying attention.”
You laugh, and Hyuck only wishes you knew how much energy it’s taking to hold himself back from you right now.
“Let me give you a ride home,” Hyuck insists.
“You know,” you grin, “I’m finding it harder and harder to say no to you.”
Not only does Hyuck know this fact, he’s banking on it.
20: Wednesday con't
When you’d arrived home on Sunday, one whiff of you had told Mark that you’d been with Hyuck. The Level Five’s dragon scent had clung to you like the smell of weed on a stoner, and despite every fibre of his being telling Mark to cause a fuss about it, he’d tried to play things cool.
The more he argues with you about Hyuck, the more he realizes he has to come to terms with the fact that you’re going to do what you want to do, advice be damned.
To be fair, other than the overtly horrible way Mark’s body had reacted when he first met the dragon, Hyuck hasn’t ever actually done anything bad to Mark personally.
When you and he had been children, your mother had told you to follow your noses, and Mark had taken that as personal gospel. One wiff of the dragon had been enough to send him in the opposite direction… but his nose is not your nose.
If your nose is directing you towards the Level Five… then Mark supposes that’s your own truth, and maybe he has to respect that.
With all of this in mind, however, Mark still gets annoyed when you show up home from your shift wreaking of dragon. And he hates the way you walk down the street as if you’d taken the bus, as if you hadn’t gotten a ride home.
Mark holds the door open for you to enter your apartment building, and in the elevator, he finally finds his nerve to address the problem. “I really wish you wouldn’t hide things from me.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean,” Mark sighs, “if Hyuck drove you home, that’s fine. Next time, just tell him to drop you off where I can see you instead of parking around the corner.”
“Well what if he drops me off out of your sight because he wants to kiss me?”
“Has he kissed you?!” Mark’s hands ball into fists, an innate reaction when it comes to hearing a dragon may have done bits with his sister-
“No,” you confess. “But in the future he might.”
“So you guys are getting serious, huh?” Mark tries to control his breathing.
“I think so.” The elevator is quiet for a moment. “I’m sorry I’ve been lying to you about seeing him.”
Some of the tension in Mark’s shoulders dissipate, and he lets out a sigh. “I’m sorry I put you in a situation where you felt the need to lie… but, with that being said… if Hyuck ever hurts you, I don’t care if I’m a Level One bunny, I’ll kick that dude’s ass.”
“Sure you will, Mark,” you smile fondly at your brother as you leave the elevator.
“I’m serious.”
“I know you are… and if I’m being honest, I don’t think anything ‘bad’ will happen, at least, not the type of things I think you’re expecting. Hyuck seems like a good guy. I don’t think he goes on real dates often, and that has to count for something, right?”
“I guess,” Mark sighs.
“Besides, stranger things have happened.”
“Stranger than a bunny falling for a dragon? Her biggest and most vicious natural predator?”
“Honestly,” you laugh, “the fact that Level Five’s even exist is pretty strange, even in a world full of hybrids.”
Mark can’t argue with you there.
21: Thursday
You definitely know what to expect when you get to Hyuck’s apartment, and the matching bra and pantie set under your dress is proof of it. What you’re not prepared for, however, is the way the dragon keeps his hands off of you even in the elevator.
Sure, his eyes are practically burning a hole into you, but he stays on his side of the lift.
“Hyuck?” you say his name as you step into the entryway of his penthouse.
“Should I give you a tour now?” he asks. “Seeing as we missed doing that last time-”
“I mean…” you play with the hem of your pretty dress, “sure, you can give me a tour.”
“But?” He smirks at you. “It sounds like there’s a but in there somewhere.”
“I was just…” you bite on your lip, “aren’t you going to tell me I’m pretty?”
His eyes visibly darken, and they take their sweet time looking you up and down. “You look good enough to eat, bunny.”
“Then why don’t you?” you ask. “Eat me, I mean. But in a sexy way, not a dragon way.”
Hyuck lets out a shaky breath, and then his hands are reaching for your waist, tugging you tight to his chest. “Is that really what you want?”
“Isn’t it what you want?”
“I need to know you’re not just doing this because you’re a people pleaser,” Hyuck says. “Or because I’m your boss.”
“Actually, I think I’m doing this despite the fact that you’re sort of my boss.”
“Yeah?” He grins, and you practically melt getting an up close and personal look at his pretty, sharp, canines.
“Please, Hyuck-” you ball your hands in the fabric of his crisp white dress shirt, “just kiss me.”
“Bunny,” his hand comes up to cup your cheek, “I thought you’d never ask.”
He’s surprisingly gentle as he presses his lips to your own, and for a moment, you wonder if he’s even a dragon at all. You’d expected him to be rough- as needy as he’d seemed last night. Instead, he’s controlled, thumb stroking your cheek bone while he kisses you with intention.
His tongue swipes past your bottom lip and you stifle a groan, shifting to wrap your arms around the back of his neck while you open your mouth for him.
Hyuck lets out something of a growl, and the sound nearly rattles your bones. It reminds you who you’re dealing with, and you find yourself clinging to him even tighter.
A whimper of pleasure escapes you and that’s all it takes for Hyuck to snap.
In one fluid motion, he reaches down and grabs your bum, lifting you up so your legs wrap around his waist. He’s strong, and you love it.
Nothing has ever felt as good as kissing him does, and you get lost in his lips- so lost, that you hardly even realize he’s carrying you through his home.
You break the kiss to catch your breath, and that’s when you notice he’s taken you to his room. His mouth is hot on your throat while you look around, soaking in the ambiance of his most personal space.
“Your room is nice,” you tell him, but your words come out in moans when he finds your sweet spot and his sharp teeth drag against your skin.
“Nicer with you in it,” comes his quick witted retort, and it makes your panties stick to your core uncomfortably.
“I like it when you praise me,” you whisper as he moves you closer to the bed, laying you down on the silky covers.
“Yeah?” Hyuck looks down at you, breaking your body contact enough for him to tear off his shirt. “My little bunny likes being told what a good girl she is?”
You whimper, eating up each piece of newly exposed skin with your eyes, which drift down-
There’s a bulge in the front of his pants, and it makes your mouth water.
“Hyuck, you’re so big-” you reach out, and you’re almost surprised he doesn’t bat your hand away. He lets you touch him through his pants, throwing his head back to let out a moan that does wonders for your pussy.
“Probably the biggest you’ll ever have,” Hyuck breathes. “Dragon perk.”
His gaze finds you again, and he lets out something between a chuckle and a groan. “Fuck, Bunny- you have such tiny hands-”
“Anything compared to your huge dragon cock would look tiny,” you defend yourself, and it makes Hyuck laugh.
“I can’t believe-” his hips push forward as you trace him, “can’t believe we just kissed for the first time and now you’re going to let me fuck you. I guess the term ‘fucking like bunnies’ came from somewhere, huh?”
You can only whimper in response, too busy oggling his massive cock to think coherent sentences.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
“I want you to fuck me,” you moan.
“Tell me you’re my good little bunny.”
“I’m your perfect little bunny.”
“Yeah, you are-” Hyuck’s hands find his belt. “Take off your dress. I wanna see you.”
“Can’t you take it off of me yourself?” you suggest, and the dragon’s motions stop.
He looks down at you. Then he’s on top of you, pressing you between his hot body and the mattress while his hand wraps around your throat. He applies just enough pressure to make your eyes widen, and he grins. “For a people pleasing little bunny, sometimes you can be a bit of a brat.”
“I just thought you’d want to unwrap your present.”
Hyuck lets out a deep groan, and then he’s kissing you again. His lips are desperate against your own now, and his tongue invades your mouth with newfound fervour.
You tangle your fingers in his pretty hair, and Hyuck grinds down against you, dragging the front of his pants across your panty covered core.
“Mmm-” you whimper. “Hyuck-”
“That’s it, pretty bunny, say my name,” he growls, pressing feverish kisses down to your throat again while he ruts his hips-
“Please, I need you so bad-” You’ve been needing him since that first day you met, and you’re only truly realizing it now. “I’m so wet-”
“Dirty bunny,” Hyuck’s lips continue downward, and he lifts up your dress, exposing your belly for his hot mouth. Then his fingers hook in your panties. “Ask nicely for me to eat you out.”
“Please, Hyuck, I’d be yours forever-”
“You’re already mine,” the Level Five growls, tearing your panties off your body in one rough tug that leaves you gasping. “Dragon’s covet pretty things,” he tells you as he settles down between your thighs, his breath teasing your pussy- “and you, my perfect little bunny, are the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Hyuck-” you whimper desperately, pushing your hips up in the hope it will entice him-
His hands firmly hold you to the bed. “I’ve never needed anything more than I need you,” he presses a kiss to your inner thigh that has you crying out-
He’s so close- so close to giving you what you need-
“Please-”
Red eyes meet yours as he brings his mouth to your pussy, and a squeal of delight erupts out of you.
Your hands reach down to tangle in his hair, looking for an anchor, and to your surprise, Hyuck offers you his own hand, linking his fingers with yours and giving you a gentle squeeze even as he buries his tongue in your wet hole.
“You feel so good,” you praise him, and you’re rewarded by his lips wrapping around your clit.
More cries of pleasure escape you, and with one of his hands still holding you down, there’s nothing you can do but close your eyes and enjoy what he’s giving you.
“Oh my god-” your stomach is twisting into knots faster than you’d ever imagined it could, “I’m gonna cum-”
Hyuck pulls away from your pussy and lets go of your hand, causing you to whine loudly- only for one of his fingers to slip into you.
“Already?” he taunts. “Fuck, you’re so tight, bunny. Hasn’t anyone fucked you properly?”
“No,” you shake your head, “not properly, not like you-”
“You haven’t even had me yet,” he chuckles, and his breath on your pussy makes you twitch.
“I just know-” you insist. “Your so big, so good, gonna stretch me out so good-”
“Listen to you blabber, my cute little blabbering bunny…” He adds a second finger and you whimper loudly. “I guess you can cum.” His lips return to your clit, and the feeling of both his digits and his mouth has you seeing stars.
“Hyuck-” you gasp, body tensing on the precipice of euphoria-
Then it’s slamming into you, and try as you might to buck your hips, Hyuck holds you down through your high. His tongue flicks your clit while you nearly scream with pleasure.
Without his hand to grab onto, you’re left grasping at the sheets, but try as you might, nothing keeps you anchored to earth. You can feel your body ascending to something akin to heaven, and your mind goes completely blank except for the wonderful tingles that jitter through your form.
“That’s it, bunny,” Hyuck’s breath is hot when he pulls away from your clit, but his fingers continue inside your wet core, “look at my pretty girl cumming for me. You’re so perfect-”
“Hyuck-” you’re nearly crying now, on the cusp of beginning to shake from overstimulation-
The dragon lets up, and when he takes his fingers out of your pussy, the smell of you engulfs your senses.
You’re too tired to open your eyes just yet, but you hear Hyuck lick his fingers clean, and he groans. “You taste as good as you look, pretty bunny,” he tells you, “just like I always knew you would.”
If you had the energy, you might ask him how long he’s been thinking about doing this to you- but you can hardly find the words to speak as you attempt to catch your breath.
“Aw, is my bunny crying?” The bed dips as Hyuck settles his hips flush against your own again, an elbow pressing into the bed beside your head while his hand cups your cheek.
“No,” you whisper.
“Liar,” Hyuck chuckles. “Should I fuck you now? Would that make everything better, bunny?”
“Yes, but…” you take a breath, still recovering from the intensity of your orgasm, “you should know… if you ever hurt me, Mark will kick your ass.”
“Not you thinking of your brother right now.”
“I’m serious,” you swallow thickly. “You’ll have like, two bunnies, a bengal cat, a hamster, two dobermans- a whole hoard of people coming to kick your ass-”
“Oh, I’m so scared of a hoard of Level Ones and Threes,” Hyuck laughs, pressing a kiss to your throat. “I promise not to hurt you. Unless you ask me to.”
“Split me open.”
“You got it, bunny.” The dragon sits up again, and he removes both of your clothes faster than you can keep track of. “I tried to stretch you out with my fingers, but… well… it might not have helped much,” he tells you, and you open your eyes to watch him spit on his hand, lubing his cock up.
He’s big. Even bigger now that his pants are off, and part of you wonders how he’s even going to fit inside of you. However, you know he’ll make it fit.
“You ready?” he asks, laying over you again and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.
You can feel his cock throbbing on your thigh, and another gush of wetness between your legs makes you nod enthusiastically. “Please-”
He wraps one hand around the base of his cock, guiding the head to your hole- you gasp at the feeling of the intrusion as he slowly pushes into you.
“Oh my god-” you wrap your arms around the back of his neck, eagerly seeking out his lips as some form of distraction-
You know it will feel good once he’s inside of you properly, once he starts to thrust-
“That’s it,” Hyuck groans against your mouth, “Good bunny-”
“You’re so big-”
“I know,” he assures you, “and you’re taking me so well-”
His praise definitely makes you relax, and he slips deeper and deeper into your core until his hips are flush with your own. You both let out groans of pleasure, and Hyuck breaks your kiss. “I’m gonna fuck you now,” he tells you. “Be my perfect little bunny and let me know when you’re going to cum.”
You love how certain he is that you’ll reach your high again. A few of your past lovers had missed the mark completely, but Hyuck doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who misses.
He certainly doesn’t miss your gspot, his cock dragging against it with each thrust-
You can feel your pussy squeezing him, can feel your toes curling with pleasure as he finds an increasingly rough pace.
“Fuck-” Hyuck groans, lacing his fingers with yours and pinning you to the bed while his lips press kisses along your throat. “You feel amazing-”
You’re pretty sure he’s the one who feels amazing- any hole would be tight around a cock like his, you’re just glad you get to be his hole tonight- and hopefully something more afterward.
“And listen to your pretty whimpers-” the dragon hybrid fucking you moans loudly. “You sound so fucking good for me, who’s my perfect bunny?”
“I am!”
“And who loves this big cock stretching out her tight fucking pussy?”
“I do!” You’re nearly crying again. “Hyuck, I’m gonna cum- I’m gonna cum so hard- please-”
“Hold it for me, bunny,” he gasps against your neck. “If you cum, I’ll cum, and I’m not quite done with you yet.”
You squeeze his fingers, focusing all your strength on holding off the orgasm that’s beginning to tingle up your toes-
“So tight, so warm, so good for me-” Hyuck groans again.
“Please-” you feel a tear slip down your cheek. “I can’t hold it- I need to cum- need to cum so badly- please, Hyuck-”
“Fuck, I love it when you beg-” The dragon fucks you even harder, and you know that there’s no way you’ll be able to hold off your orgasm now- “You can cum. Cum for me. Come on bunny, cum on this cock.”
“Hyuck!” His name feels like a prayer, tumbling our of your lips as your orgasm takes over your body. If you’d thought the first one had been heavenly euphoria, you don’t even know how to describe this high.
It’s pure ecstasy, all encompassing and white hot. It sends electric tingles of pleasure up and down your form, making you cry out, muscles tensing as literal contractions wrack your body-
“Fuck-” Hyuck lets out a low groan, and then he’s cumming inside of you, filling you up with everything he’s worth- there’s no fear of you getting pregnant, as cross species hybrids can’t mix, so you’re left to simply enjoy the feeling.
The sounds he makes are music to your ears too, and you swear you could listen to him cum all day long-
He works you through your high, squeezing your hands as his pace begins to slow. When you’re both done, he presses his mouth to yours, kissing you while you both gasp and struggle to catch your breaths.
“You’re so good-” he tells you. “So good for me, bunny-”
You’ve never felt this good in your entire life, and when Hyuck releases your hands, you wrap your arms around the back of his neck, holding him close. You can feel his heart thundering in his chest, and his smell engulfs you. It’s comforting in a way-
He might be a big scary Level Five dragon hybrid, but he’s your big scary Level Five dragon hybrid.
You feel safe with him, like you’ve never felt safe with anyone in your entire life.
“It’s cute,” Hyuck sighs, “what you said about your hoard of friends earlier.”
“Cute?” you echo, opening your eyes to blink up at your new lover.
“If it makes anyone feel safer about this situation, I could work on getting to know them better.”
You can’t believe he’s offering this, while still buried balls deep in your pussy. A laugh bubbles out of you, and you find yourself nodding. “I think I’d like that.”
Hyuck grins down at you, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose, and when he looks at you, there’s nothing but adoration in his pretty caramel-coloured eyes. “Anything for my Little Bunny.”
And you can tell that he means it.
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When you’d started seeing Hyuck, you’d thought you’d have the end of unwanted attention while working. Surely his outburst with the champagne bottle and the tiger hybrid was enough of a warning to others, and if not that, then his predatory scent marking you as taken should ward off other would-be suitors-
But nothing, as it seems, is ever enough to keep a Level Four away from a little bunny.
A particularly proud lion hybrid has been trying to capture your attention for over an hour, and you can feel Hyuck’s eyes burning into the back of your head from VIP. Yet, your dragon lover stays with his friends, and you wonder if he’s given the lion grace because the man has kept his hands to himself.
“I dont want another scene,” Doyoung says when you head to the bar to fill a drink order. His gaze is aimed towards VIP, and you think he must be in one of his staring matches with your boyfriend, they do this much too often.
“I’ll try not to make one then,” you promise, “but I can’t help it if the lion decides to test his luck.”
The raven looks at you with a flicker of amusement in his eyes. “Which is why I’m sending you to the keg room on an errand. The Guinness needs to be refilled, think you can handle that?”
While Jungwoo had shown you how the keg room in the basement worked when you first got hired, you’ve never been asked to do it yourself. You turn to look at your manager with confusion. “Aren’t the kegs really heavy?”
“Take Jeno with you,” comes his quick response. “I just need you off the floor for a bit. That lion who’s been flirting with you is getting drunk enough for me to cut him off. I’ll go settle his tab and when you come back up, he should be gone, if he knows what’s good for him.”
While Doyoung is quite thin and birdlike in appearance, he’s still a Level Three predator, and you sometimes forget that the raven can hold his own. He’s a manager for a reason, after all, and you respect when he makes decisions like this.
“I’ll go grab Jeno and get that keg fixed for you then,” you agree with a nod.
“Take your time.” Doyoung assesses the tray of drinks that his Persian hybrid bartender has just set in front of you. “I’ll get Jaemin to take these out for you while you’re away.”
With another quick head motion of agreement, you dart off to find Jeno.
The doberman is never that difficult to locate, and tonight you find him monitoring the steps to VIP. The club is packed on a Saturday night, and despite red ropes keeping unsuspecting partygoers away from Hyuck and his friends, the crowd has been encroaching on the sanctity of VIP for over an hour.
“Hey!” you say, raising your voice so your friend can hear you over the loud house music blasting through the speakers. Jeno leans in and you steady your hand on his shoulder so you can relay the information in his ear, “Doyoung wanted us to go deal with a keg!”
Jeno gives you a quick nod, and then he’s pushing through the swarm of people. Before you follow, your gaze shift up to VIP, and you notice Hyuck has stood from his table. His red, dragon eyes are fixed on you, and he looks to be on high alert. When you send him a smile, his shoulders relax ever so slightly, and then you’re turning to race after the doberman hybrid.
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