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Home Calls the Heart

Summary: Twenty-year old L/N Y/N realizes she might be, okay, is a little bit of a social pariah. But there’s not much she can really do about it. Until a dreary winter day, when a determined, persistent dog hybrid named Taehyung shows up and declares that he’s interested in adopting her for himself and the rest of his lonely pack.

chapter: five

Word Count: 8.9k+

rating: T (uh, once again none I can think of this time)

genre: romance | hurt/comfort| magic AU

tags: bts x reader | ot7 x reader | hybrid | poly| FM!reader

Emperor Penguin!Seokjin, Golden Retriever!Taehyung, Coyote!Hoseok, Mountain Lion!Yoongi, Wolfdog!Namjoon, Kingfisher!Jimin, Holland Lop!Jungkook

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Author’s Note: Thank you everyone for your patience. I really thought I’d have had time to put this out a lot sooner than this, but it was just too busy. But I hope this can be like a holiday gift maybe!

The rabbit stood stiffly off to the side as his family (and their guest) prepared the table. Like Namjoon, everyone had been both surprised and relieved to see him out of the room and willing to join them, greeting him with smiles and a few hugs.

They backed off quickly though, probably scared they were going to overwhelm him if they made a big deal about it for too long. Jungkook supposed it made sense they would treat him as fragile, he was the youngest so it was already a given they babied him for years. Then when Gramps left them suddenly he did kind of check out.

Admittedly, when Jin-hyung mentioned a guest staying overnight, Jungkook hadn’t thought about it. The information slipped away almost as fast as it registered. He had more important things to wallow about think over. And, even if he had been paying attention, the pack maknae would have just come to the conclusion it was someone they already knew.

The neighboring farms, spread out as they were, had known about Gramps. They sent condolences or a few dishes for the boys to eat while the lawyer helped break down his will and the hyungs made funeral arrangements. Why would any of them bring a new person around when they were all still mourning?

Clearly, a lot had happened since he’d shut himself off, because the human girl among them was brand new to him. She had to have been new to the others too, because they didn’t keep secret friends from each other.

“Um, so, anywhere in particular I should set this?” the newcomer was asking Jin. She held up the plate of eggs she had been given. (Y/N). Namjoon-hyung said her name was (Y/N).

“Somewhere near the middle is fine,” Yoongi answered instead, walking by with a big, chilled pitcher of orange juice to place. “If any of these uncivilized heathens want some, they’re not shy about taking their share.”

Even Yoongi-hyung was acknowledging her? Jungkook barely held back his look of surprise. Being that Yoongi was born a wild hybrid, and had spent a portion of his childhood that way, he was more wary of new humans than most.

Gramps and a few of the old man’s associates that came around over the years and were trustworthy were about the only exceptions. Every other non-hybrid person that came into their space got the cold shoulder for the most part.

“Speaking of that, (Y/N) you fix your plate first.” Jin instructed, finally setting down the amazingly fluffy, mouth-watering stack of pancakes. “I made more than usual but I still doubt there’ll be any extras.” Jungkook’s nose twitched as the warm steam wafted into his nostrils, carrying the sweet and gooey fragrance of cinnamon rolls.

His hyung was definitely a culinary genius. Fusing breakfast pancakes and dessert should have been a crime, it was so good.

“It’s been so long since hyung made these,” Taehyung stated, tail wagging. “I don’t think I can hold back.”

“Do you ever?” Namjoon muttered, though there was a small smile on his full lips.

Once everything was out and set up, everyone scrambled to take their seats. Jungkook went for his usual spot slowly, noticing that (Y/N) hung back, looking painfully out of place. She was still wearing Taehyung’s coat, though it was open, revealing Jimin’s pajamas.

The minute he had seen that, Jungkook grew more curious than ever about who she was to the others. Yeah, sometimes if one of their friends came over and spent the night they might borrow a change of clothes, but not a female friend.

“Wait,” Taehyung brought attention to the same thing he noticed, absently placing his hand on Namjoon’s wrist before it could bump his glass. “(Y/N) hasn’t sat down.”

That was when everyone turned their attention on the awkward female standing by, then glanced around the table. All the spots had been set but one, and Jungkook had taken up his usual one.

There was only one seat left, and there was something about it that made offering it up wrong. Gramps. Gramps’ spot remained empty and untouched, chair tucked neatly in. Evidently, even their guest could sense that was not a seat for the taking, as she had opted to just stand around instead of sitting there.

“Oh, it’s no big deal,” she assured them. “I can eat at the counter…”

“You don’t want to sit with us?” Taehyung pouted, the puppy eyes in full effect.

“It’s not that!” She said quickly, “I just…”

“Just grab an extra chair and we’ll all scoot down.” Yoongi mumbled, “It’s not that big of a deal. I’m hungry and ready to eat.”

Blinking, the others nodded slowly, seemingly okay with that suggestion.

(Y/N) made her way to an available stool just as Jimin got up to fetch it for her, ever thoughtful. Their hands landed on it at the same time, and they both paused, then shared a brief chuckle.

“Let me,” Not taking no for an answer, Jimin picked it up easily and brought it to the table, placing it between his chair and Hoseok’s. (Y/N) thanked them and sat down, allowing breakfast to continue.

While it was true he’d only been nibbling at his meals the last week, suddenly the low hunger pangs in his stomach were making him regret that. His fingers loosely gripped the silverware, waiting a little impatiently as a girl he had never seen before got to take her time preparing her own plate at Jin and Taehyung’s insistence.

Finally she was done, and just like that, everyone sprang at the food simultaneously, the loud clambering nearly drowning out Jin’s scolding about having some manners. Jungkook was so used to it, he didn’t even bat an eye, holding his own just fine against his hyungs as he secured a stack of pancakes, eggs, and a few links of sausage. Jin didn’t cook Western often, and he wanted to savor it. But his stomach had other plans, and when he stuffed the first few heavenly bites in his mouth, the bunny would admit he wasn’t sure he tasted it until after it went down.

“So, what do you think?” Hoseok asked (Y/N) conversationally, keeping an eye on his plate in case anyone got greedy and snuck a few bites. They loved each other, but everyone in the household knew all was fair in food and war.

“Good,” she hummed, having another bite after swallowing the first. “Really good. Thank you for letting me share this meal with you. It beats the energy bar and coffee I usually wolf down in the morning.”

“It’s nothing,” Jin smiled, clearly pleased with her approval of his cooking. “It’s the least we can do since you put up with this one’s insolence,” he waved his hand at Taehyung, who tucked in closer to his plate and avoided Jin’s eyes, “And helped with Jilju this morning.”

Jungkook perked up at that. He hadn’t planned to say much unless someone addressed him directly, still equally curious and cautious of the girl among them, but he couldn’t ignore anything that had to do with his horse. Outside his hyungs and Gramps, she was the one he was closest to on the farm. “Jilju? What’s wrong with Jilju?”

“Oh, nothing now.” Namjoon popped some eggs into his mouth, grinning deeply in a way that brought out his dimples. “(Y/N) was able to take care of it. It was very impressive.”

(Y/N) sank down a little, trying to hide a small blush in her shoulder. “Just doing my job.”

“How’d that go, by the way?” Jimin urged, cutting up his pancakes into neat pieces the way he always did before eating. “What was wrong?”

He turned to (Y/N) curiously, and Jungkook watched her closely as well, head full of questions.

“Well…where to start…” she paused, lowering her fork with sausage on the end. “She was a little anxious, for one. I think I got through to her. I reassured her that she’s doing the best she can by Jungkook, and that there’s no need to worry about losing her connection to him.”

“Why would she think that?” Jungkook frowned, then turned to his nearest hyung, Yoongi. “How would she know that Jilju thinks that?”

“Because,” Yoongi had opted for coffee instead of juice, and the strong smell of the brew singed the hairs inside Jungkook’s nose a bit. How his hyung chugged that stuff black he would never know, “Our new friend here has magic, and her gift is understanding the emotions of animals.”

“And hybrids,” Taehyung added proudly.

Jungkook only stared at the girl, who squirmed slightly, awkward smile in place. “Magic?” He repeated.

“Mhm,” Namjoon nodded, “You know, the rare individuals who are born with a special ability? I’ve read a book on it that—”

“I know what it means, hyung,” he said, then cringed inside when Namjoon’s ears drooped. His hyung was always so genuinely excited to share what he learned with them, and they all listened indulgently, even if they had heard him rambling about it a hundred times. He really hadn’t meant to sound like he didn’t care, he was just struggling to understand.

How had his colony come across a human with magic? Did she come just to check the animals then? They had all acted like they understood that Gramps wasn’t coming back, so he wouldn’t be surprised that it had impacted their moods. “Sorry…” he mumbled at Namjoon. “I just don’t get it. Why would Jilju tell you what was worrying her if she didn’t tell me?”

“Sometimes it can be…hard…for animals to communicate some things to us, even when we share a strong bond. Sometimes they deliberately try to avoid worrying us,” she said patiently.

Jungkook shoveled more food in his mouth and tried to avoid pouting. When his hyung’s food tasted so good, it was normally hard not to be happy but right now…he was a little annoyed. Some stranger turned up and it felt like she understood his friend better than he did.

“That’s…not all.” (Y/N) shared, smiling as everyone looked at her curiously. “It turns out Jilju is also expecting.”

“What?” Jimin gasped, speaking in unison with Jungkook, who dropped his fork.

“Yeah…” Namjoon rubbed his neck. “It surprised me too. Remember when one of the horses from Mr. Lee’s farm escaped and we found him the next morning?”

“Jilju’s pregnant?” Jungkook couldn’t believe it. His horse? Was going to be a mother?

“Apparently,” (Y/N) chimed in, “Surprise, and um, congrats!”

Jungkook said nothing, still processing that information.

“We’ll have to make sure she has enough rations,” Yoongi mused. “She’s eating for two now.”

“And we’ll keep the stable comfy-cozy for her,” Hoseok sang.

“You’re an uncle, Jungkook!” Tae clapped, the faint thump of his wagging tail easy to pick up with his sensitive ears. “And we might not have found out so soon if I never met (Y/N) yesterday. I knew I picked a quality human.”

“Yesterday?” Jungkook was a rabbit, not a parrot, but it felt like all he could do was squawk out every word that blindsided him. “You met her…yesterday?”

Taehyung nodded.

“Then why is she here?”

“Jungkook,” Jin huffed, “That was a little rude, don’t you think?”

“Not really,” (Y/N) disagreed, “it’s fair.”

“Why did you say ‘picked a quality human’?” He said, ignoring her. The longer she was here, the more Jungkook felt his discomfort grow. What was going on?

“Because—”

“Long story. Not Tae’s most well thought out decision, either.” Yoongi smoothly disrupted whatever the dog was about to reveal, and Jungkook glared a bit.

“Can’t you just tell me what’s going on?” The bunny insisted, aware he sounded the part of the petulant youngest brother, but also irritated with being kept in the dark. “Who are you?” he asked (Y/N).

“Tae’s heart was in the right place…” Jimin sighed, “He just didn’t think it through, like hyung said.”

“Taehyungie brought (Y/N) home, because he thought having someone new around could cheer us up.” Hoseok explained carefully, to which the younger canine hybrid nodded in agreement.

That explained…a little bit. They loved Taehyung and his spontaneity and eccentricity, but sometimes it caught everyone off guard. “Why her, specifically?” Jungkook pressed, “Because she’s got magic?”

“I didn’t even know that when we met, actually.” Taehyung admitted, hiding in his curls sheepishly. “She just…seemed nice. I got a good feeling.”

Their hyung had brought a random human back to them, when they were all still so upset at losing their main caregiver and father-figure, off of a ‘good feeling’?

The rabbit could feel his foot tap irritably. “What?” His voice came out flat, unimpressed. “That’s stupid, hyung.”

“Yeah, it was,” Yoongi rolled his eyes, stabbing into his pancakes with extra force. “But we’ve been over that already. We talked, we fought, some of us cried…” His glittering emerald eyes slid to Taehyung. “It was a whole thing.”

“I haven’t been over it,” Jungkook protested, “I’m not over Gramps! I…I thought none of you were either!”

“We’re not,” Namjoon said calmly. “All our hearts are still broken.”

“Right now it doesn’t feel like that, hyung.” he hissed, full on glaring at (Y/N), making her flinch. “I don’t care how special a human she is. She’s not Gramps.”

“Here we go again…” He heard Yoongi say.

Jungkook began to collect his food with the intention of retreating upstairs, because like hell he’d be able to enjoy it like this, and there was no way he was leaving it or throwing it out either.

(Y/N) also lurching to her feet at the same time was the last thing he expected, and he instinctively stilled, cradling his plate protectively while making himself bigger.

Thanks to Gramps indulging him years ago when he said he wanted to work out and get stronger, the youngest hybrid was well aware he wasn’t built like an ordinary bunny.

They were genetically predispositioned to petite or average frames, and because of their prey genes, putting on muscle—except maybe in their legs—did not come as easily for them as it did for predators.

But with dedication and hard work, Jungkook had made himself someone to be reckoned with, and now when they went out, predator hybrids gave pause as they tried to size him up.

His scent was still recognizable to them as rabbit, if they got close enough, but he didn’t get intimidated after living and growing up with several of his natural predators.

Plus his size helped him stand toe to toe with the snake, cat and fox hybrids out there who might try making him uncomfortable.

Needless to say, an average human like (Y/N) had no chance. He could tell her first instinct was to back down. But she swallowed it down in the next second, her eyes determined, “Wait, please don’t leave.”

Jungkook stopped, unable to help himself. What could she want to say? Nothing was going to change his mind about her not being a suitable replacement for Gramps. No one was.

“You weren’t at the meal yesterday, so you didn’t hear it but…I’m sorry.” One minute she was speaking, the next minute she was bowing deeply. “I’m sorry for your loss, and I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable. It doesn’t matter about what the circumstances were that brought me here, it still ended up causing pain, and that’s my fault.”

“(Y/N),” Taehyung sounded like he wanted to object, but she straightened, shaking her head.

“It’s the truth.” She said firmly. “The choice to follow you here, even when I learned you wanted a new family member, that was on me. I should have used common sense and stopped you, especially knowing you didn’t live alone.” Nervous energy poured off of her as she played with her sleeve. “Also I…I lost someone too.” Judging by the silent reactions, this was information none of the others had heard before. “Not as recently as you did, but he was a very dear friend to me, and the eight months I’ve spent without him have been really hard.” (Y/N) bowed her head mournfully.

Jungkook looked at her, really looked at her. He would have never assumed she was also missing someone as deeply as he was missing Gramps, but then he’d only just met her, and how she felt wasn’t his priority so much as wanting her to go away.

Oblivious, or ignoring everyone’s staring, (Y/N) kept talking. “So I relate to that pain you’re all going through right now, and I’d never disrespect your bond to a member of your family by trying to force myself into that dynamic or think I could fill a hole that large in any of you. Everyone we ever love is special. Different.”

Her voice cracked on the last word, so briefly only a hybrid could have heard it. “I’m glad I could help solve your problem with Jilju, and thank you for letting me stay the night and even have breakfast, but if my clothes are dried, I should go. Everyone here’s been great, but you deserve your home back.” Cleaning up her spot hastily, (Y/N) stood in the kitchen doorway and gave them one last bow, eyes full of sincerity, then scurried out of sight.

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She came down the stairs, almost dreading running into anyone. Why did she have to keep making a mess of things with these hybrids? They’d probably be glad to be rid of her.

Who wouldn’t want to free themselves of a pest. Gathering the meager things she had arrived with, neatly folding Jimin’s borrowed pajamas after changing back into her clothes, and stripping the sheets (knowing how sensitive hybrids were to smell, and figuring Jungkook wouldn’t want her scent in the middle of his room), (Y/N) was pretty much ready to go.

Creeping down the stairs, she found it was quiet, and glanced around unsurely. While she wanted to be out of their hair, leaving without saying goodbye would be…rude. But so would wandering around their house in search of someone.

Luckily, the sound of voices conversing in another room gave her an indicator about where everyone might be, and she mustered up her courage to go find them.

Peeking her head in, she found Namjoon, Jin, Hoseok and Yoongi talking amongst themselves at the kitchen bar, though they all looked up immediately. Damn. No way to go undetected when super hearing was in the mix, huh?

“All set?” Jin asked.

(Y/N) nodded. “I am. Thanks to you, and sorry again for the trou—”

“Apologies are played out, don’t you think?” Yoongi interrupted, appearing bored as his long tail swished lazily. “We’re not interested in hearing any more of them.”

“This hyung’s always so shy about showing new people how he feels.” Hoseok giggled, pinching Yoongi’s cheek affectionately. “But he’s just trying to say none of us think you have anything else to apologize for. It’s been talked over, and in the end it was just a misunderstanding, right?”

(Y/N) frowned, shifting her weight from foot to foot. “But, Jungkook—”

“He’ll be okay.” Namjoon reassured her, his ears flickering. “In time anyway. Right now he’s working out to blow off steam instead of holed up in Gramps’ room again. That’s big progress.”

“Plus he ate all his food.” Jin practically swooned.

“Yeah, kid’s gonna be back to eating us out of house and home in no time.” Yoongi chuckled, the fondness in his voice clear.

“See, no permanent damage done.” Hoseok concluded.

“Well…that’s a relief.” (Y/N) grinned weakly. “Anyway, I really should get—”

“Hyungs!” Taehyung’s excited shout made her jump, but the four hybrids siting around the bar didn’t appear surprised at all.

“No one listens to my rules,” Jin groaned. “I say no running. I say no yelling in the house. I say put your clothes in the hamper and not on the floor. Am I talking for my health?”

“At this point…” Yoongi mused, though he didn’t finish when Taehyung burst in.

“Oh, (Y/N)!” He greeted her, face lighting up as soon as their eyes met. “I’m glad you’re still here.”

The pup still kind of gave her whiplash, but somehow, (Y/N) thought she might have been getting used to it. “How come?”

“Cause the lake’s frozen,” he said gleefully, “And you know what that means?” He asked his hyungs. They glanced between each other, quiet. “We should play outside. Have a snow day. We haven’t done that all season, and—”

“Tae, you brat,” The airy voice of Jimin complained from behind them. (Y/N) turned to see him wearing a scowl and trudging through the front door the dog had left open. “Why’d you take off like that? And after I helped you get your tongue unstuck from…oh.” His eyes widened when he noticed the crowd in the kitchen and doorway.

“What’d he get his tongue stuck to?” Hoseok pressed curiously.

Taehyung shrugged, “Jimin dared me to lick a sheet of metal.” He tattled nonchalantly.

“I didn’t think you’d do it!” The avian hybrid exclaimed, throwing up his arms, wings rustling.

“You two can’t be left unsupervised for more than ten minutes.” Yoongi sighed. “You were supposed to be making sure all the animals had enough blankets and fresh hay.”

“We did,” Taehyung’s tail was slowly gaining speed and his ears had a slight lift, “Then I noticed what a good snow day it’d be. C’mon hyungs, please?” (Y/N) had not been around long, but she absolutely knew what was coming next, and turned to preemptively shield her eyes just as Taehyung made his bigger, rounder and more innocent pitiful. “You should join us too, (Y/N).”

Gah, oh no! He turned the force of his gaze on her, and gently clasped one of her hands for good measure, trying to tug the other one down.

“Hmm…I guess all of us haven’t been outside much besides tending to the farm.” Hoseok murmured. “We use to roam the property and play outside all the time. Maybe it’d be okay to indulge the pup this one time,”

“One time’s enough for a fun time,” Taehyung cheered.

“‘One time’ is enough to make it a habit.” Yoongi corrected. “You think we met you yesterday, pup?”

“Still, what’s it hurting?” Jin added his two cents. “Winter weather feels great to me.”

“Hyung, that’s a given,” Namjoon pointed out, “But okay, I guess a little time outside wouldn’t be so bad.”

Taehyung clapped, “Meet you all out at the shed!” He put a hand on (Y/N)’s shoulder. “You can come wait for us near the ice.” The next thing she knew, she was being steered towards the door.

“Hey, hold on,” Jimin huffed, “Don’t just drag her around without letting her decide for herself. And she’ll need a coat, hat, gloves and boots if she’s coming out with us. She’s not resistant to the cold.” he ended, rolling his eyes at the dog’s impulsiveness.

“I…thanks for the invite but I don’t wanna get in the way…”

“Please,” Taehyung not only used the eyes this time, but hit her with a very puppy-like whimper, and (Y/N) crumbled like a sandcastle kicked over.

“Okay…just a little while though.”

Taehyung gleefully brought her to the hall closet so she could borrow some winter layers again.

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The glistening lake caught the weak sunlight of the winter sky, sparkling like a diamond that had just been given a polish.

The farm really was an idyllic winter scene right now, (Y/N) marveled. The trees were bare and the snow was heaped up all around, but it was still manageable to get around the property.

She waited patiently by the lake, which was conveniently next to the shed Taehyung had mentioned. It could have been its own little house, and even boasted a small porch. The boys had ran right into it, promised they’d be back shortly, and closed the door.

‘I didn’t see Jungkook join them though.’ (Y/N) couldn’t help but think about the last person she had blindsided, staring off into the distance, where she could make out the main house.

Was he still exercising? Did he know they were going to play outside? He shouldn’t have to miss a time to have fun with his family just because she was being included. Doubts about staying started to creep up again, but before they could consume her too much, the shed’s door creaked open, and out waddled a very impressive, tall emperor penguin.

(Y/N) gasped, gazing at the proud bird in awe as it bobbed over to her, stopping a short distance away as if waiting for her to be done admiring him. “S-Seokjin-ssi?” It had to be him, right?

The flightless bird bowed his head in confirmation, turning completely around once so she could see all of him. His sleek body was beautiful, and perfectly designed for this element.

(Y/N) had only seen penguins on TV and once from behind a glass at the zoo. Nothing did justice to Seokjin’s impressive form. And when he stepped onto the frozen lake and gracefully began skating around, (Y/N) was even more gobsmacked. “Wow…”

A bark disrupted her admiration of Seokjin’s moves on the ice, and she found a familiar golden dog bounding towards her.

Taehyung got into a playful crouch as he approached, tail fanning high behind him. (Y/N) giggled, bending to meet him. “So this is what you had in mind?”

He yipped, spinning in circles and then taking advantage of her proximity to lean up and lick her cheek before lunging away.

(Y/N) put a gloved hand over the spot, jaw dropping as she watched Taehyung run and roll around in the snow. More of the hybrids emerged from the shed, two more canines following him.

There was a slender but well-muscled coyote that trotted out calmly and sat on his haunches to watch Seokjin skating and Taehyung playing. Followed by a large, bi-colored canine of intimidating stature with intelligent eyes. Namjoon for sure.

His thick, black coat was streaked through with silver, something (Y/N) doubted was from age. It looked like a natural pattern, and a cool one at that. His thick tail waved once, and then he stopped next to Hoseok and observed too. “All your animal forms are so beautiful.”

Hoseok’s ears went back and his eyes got round, a smile on his muzzle. He was the normal golden brown of a coyote, but with a russet undertone more prominent now that he had shifted than it was before. He tilted his head back at the shed and barked, sounding like he was beckoning someone.

A short, feline snout popped out, and then slowly a whole head. (Y/N) watched the big cat watch them, until he decided to place one paw outside the structure, and then another.

Soon a mountain lion was stalking silently from the shed with all the languid grace of an apex predator. (Y/N)’s heart skipped a beat as his gorgeous green eyes found her, then turned to his fellow hybrids as if to say, ‘I’m out here, now what?’

Taehyung quickly took care of that, seizing on his opportunity once he saw his hyungs and running straight for them. Yoongi grumbled, lifting a paw as if to stop him. It didn’t even make the dog break stride, and he tumbled into the other hybrids, licking them all mercilessly in the face and yipping cutely as if to thank them.

(Y/N) had to hide a giggle when Yoongi swatted at him with his tail and Taehyung caught it in his mouth, tugging on it and trying to pull him in closer by it.

Although that seemed to annoy the mountain lion, his tugs to reclaim his appendage were half-hearted at best. Hoseok joined in, though he seemed to be on no one’s side but his own.

One minute he was pulling Yoongi’s ear and gently getting cuffed for it, the next he was nosing at Taehyung’s sides like he was trying to tickle him, and it got the dog to let go and show his belly, evidently still ticklish no matter what form.

(Y/N) almost didn’t notice the last presence, one hovering close to her face, until the cutest little chirp drew her attention.

A deep blue bird was flying right next to her, and when she studied him, he chirped again. “Ohh, Jimin-ssi, your plumage is so shiny.” The bird landed on her shoulder, puffing out his chest in pride as she grinned. So little, so cute.

Seokjin, noticing the rough-housing happening on the snowbank, glided over to join everyone.

Soon five hybrids were chasing each other around, occasionally someone getting tackled and going down with a face full of snow to show for it. (Y/N) stood and watched, not sure if she should be joining or keeping out of the way.

Jimin had flit from her shoulder and was egging the others on, tugging at their fur and then darting away when they looked over their shoulder. He’d peck someone and then zip up into the air before they could even think about getting him.

But given that he was so small and delicate in this form, (Y/N) couldn’t imagine them playing with him the way they were playing with each other.

Taehyung slid into her legs as he failed to skid to a stop in time, and she watched him roll onto his paws and shake off. He barked, tugging at her pants and whining when she only blinked. “Are you asking…”

He barked again more urgently, tilting his head at the others, who were all peeking over at them. “How would I join in?” She asked, genuinely curious.

Seokjin kicked snow with a foot, honking.

Squinting, (Y/N) watched him clumsily mold snow into a lumpy ball and then point at it with a wing. “You can’t really be asking me to have a snowball fight with you.”

Taehyung swooped down on Jin’s snowball and lobbed it as best he could, hitting Namjoon in the ear when Hoseok ducked. Namjoon growled, snatching up a mouthful of snow without bothering to mold it and trying to return fire.

Jin squawked as Taehyung hid behind him, refusing to abandon his living shield no matter which direction the penguin turned in.

Raising a brow, (Y/N) quickly made a snowball and threw it at the dog. He yelped as it hit his flank, his large blue eyes full of betrayal. Though it almost made her feel bad, (Y/N) grinned at him. “Sorry, sorry, but it was only fair, right?”

Namjoon took the opportunity to pile on, flinging another snowball he had made while they were distracting that Taehyung took under the chin.

The light tweeting Jimin did sounded suspiciously like laughter as the dog barked dramatically, picking up snow in his mouth and chasing his hyung with it.

The fast wolfdog ducked behind Yoongi, who nearly got bowled over by Taehyung. The big cat took that as his sign to join in, pinning the dog down and making him swallow the snow he was holding.

There was nothing but vindication in those sharp emerald eyes, and (Y/N) watched in interest as Hoseok brought a snowball he had made to her and then ruffed quietly. “Are you saying we should team up?” she whispered.

Jimin flew down and landed on the coyote’s head. “And you want to be on the team too?” He confirmed with a chirp. “Think we can really take them all on?” The two hybrids nodded in determination. “Alright, then let’s get some distance first. Come up with a plan of attack.”

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Heart pounding after his workout, Jungkook removed his boxing gloves, swiping his bangs from his eyes and grabbing for his water bottle. He had forgotten how good the burn of his muscles after an extended session in the gym felt.

The rabbit hybrid sighed, not hearing any sounds in his vicinity, and guessing everyone must be downstairs. He shuffled into the hall’s bathroom and began to strip out of his sweaty workout gear.

Better to get clean now before Jin-hyung caught a whiff of him later and complained. Besides, sometimes a warm shower helped loosen up the sore muscles and made the whole post-workout come down feel even better.

Adjusting the water to the right temperature and waiting patiently, Jungkook glanced in the mirror. He looked at the circles beneath his eyes, and touched a piece of hair that had fallen into his face.

It’d been a while since his last official haircut. Gramps used to give them himself, but once they got older and started to complain about wanting to look more fashionable, he began taking them into town for a professional to do it. Lately, Jungkook had been thinking of growing it out though.

Maybe his bangs could use a touch up, but the ends of his hair feathered past his ears, just the way he wanted it. His floppy, velveteen ears could use some attention and grooming as well.

They had always been soft and silky to the touch, according to his family. But Jungkook could tell the difference. Dragging himself to shower every other day or so for the last week meant the texture had fallen below his usual standards. To him they felt oily. Nothing a quick shower couldn’t remedy now, though.

He lathered his hair in the lightly scented shampoo already there, letting the water run over his muscles and trying to piece together what had happened downstairs.

So, while he was alone in Gramps room, Taehyung had met (Y/N). A human girl from the park nearby. She was…pretty normal, except the having magic part. If it were any other time, he might be kind of intrigued, but he was still put out by how she had come to be in their house.

When she left, he would talk more about it with his hyungs, and they would reassure him that no one would be allowed to come in and join their family so suddenly. Especially not some silly girl from the park. Everything would be alright…

Eventually, his shower concluded, and he made the short trip down the hall to his bedroom. It had been a while, Jin or someone else normally bringing a change of clothes for him to Gramps’ room.

So he was unprepared by the unfamiliar scent that buffeted his nose as soon as he walked in. He took a sniff and his nose instantly crinkled. What…was that? Who was in his room?! The last sheets were off the bed, bagged up and ready for the laundry. A clean set had been put on tidily in their place.

But Jungkook could practically taste it in the air. That new scent. (Y/N).

They really let her use his room? All his hyungs knew how sensitive he was to scents.

Technically, all hybrids were scent-sensitive, but having spent his early life the way he had, it was particularly amplified in Jungkook’s case.

Sliding on some clean clothes quickly, the bunny hurried to his bedroom window and wrenched it open. The crisp winter air flowed in immediately, sending a chill down his neck. Relieved, Jungkook stuck his head outside and breathed in the clean mid-morning air with his eyes closed.

Nature smelt so good. The world was blanketed in a soft layer of snow, on the fencing separating the path from the fields and the roof of the barn and even on the shed way out by the lake. It was probably frozen. Jungkook squinted out in that direction, seeing several figures darting around, seemingly having a great time.

A fond memory surfaced, Gramps taking his hand and leading him out onto the ice, teaching him how to skate when he was very small. Then Taehyung came sliding into them, and everyone went spinning across the ice like newborn foals.

Come to think of it…someone had poked their head in the gym and told him they were going out to play in the snow for a little while, and that he was welcome to come along. But Jungkook had been so focused on his workout, it really hadn’t registered.

Hesitating there at the window, he watched the four-legged creatures bounding around each other, able to make out most of his hyungs. Jimin was impossible to spot from here if he was shifted, though.

Joining in did seem tempting. He was still hurting, of course. That was unlikely to change soon. But Gramps wouldn’t want him holed up inside all day. Maybe it was fine to get out, get some fresh air and enjoy the company of the others…

All those thoughts came to a crashing halt when he made out an extra figure, up on two legs and running amongst the animals in the snow. Wait, was that…?

(Y/N) again. Didn’t she go home already? For a second, Jungkook contemplated not even going out there. Avoiding her until she left seemed like the best bet.

Then, he thought about the fact that he was letting some new person who wasn’t even staying keep him from spending time when his hyungs, and he had missed them.

Defiantly, he went digging in his closet for a warm hoodie and his snow boots.

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Laughing, (Y/N) went down hard, falling to her knees and placing her arms over her head. It didn’t stop the onslaught. She was repeatedly pelted from behind by sizable snowballs, the hybrids having gotten quite good at making them without hands.

Hoseok brushed by her, barking, darting around Namjoon and distracting him with seemingly innocuous play. At some point the strategy had kind of fallen apart, and they were improvising.

Though that meant it was hard to tell who was winning. She, Hoseok and Jimin had taken the others by surprise, but not for long.

Who knew they would have such a vicious competitive streak? Except maybe Yoongi. Kind of just seemed like he was only riled up because he kept getting pelted every time he tried to shuffle off to the side and watch.

“Tactical…” (Y/N) said through her giggles, “retreat!” She went crawling away, dragging herself to the shed with the hopes of getting a moment’s reprieve.

Her cheeks had to be as red as a cherry by now, and her throat burned a little from rapidly inhaling the cold air. Even her fingertips felt a little numb, despite the borrowed gloves. Still, it was the most active she had been in a while, and the game was a lot of fun.

Lurching up on her hands and knees, (Y/N) dove behind the shed, taking cover (and the opportunity to catch her breath) with a grin. She wiped some slush from her eye, peeking behind her to see Hoseok trying to dodge the opposing team and join her, with Jimin’s little body no where in sight amidst the larger hybrids and snow flying everywhere.

Hopefully he was safe and up high. (Y/N) sighed, wondering if she should be planning a rescue, barely containing a startled squeal when she nearly came nose to nose with a very…large…rabbit.

Its black nose twitched, and the big golden brown eyes watched her steadily. The animal was what (Y/N) would most certainly class as ‘a unit’—a wall of muscular fluff. She’d never seen a lop-eared bunny so big and defined. “Um, hello…” she whispered, “Did you come to see what was going on?”

The rabbit eyed her down, unmoving and somehow, unamused. A loud growling-bark sounded from just behind her as Namjoon tumbled from a well-timed push, and (Y/N) moved to protect the smaller animal on instinct. Big bun or small bun, she still didn’t want him squished.

What she hadn’t counted on was the rabbit reacting like it did the minute her hand moved to bring him in close to her chest.

(Y/N) hissed, immediately retracting her hand, eyes widening as her fingers throbbed where his teeth had sank into them through the glove. She didn’t think he’d broken skin, but his powerful little jaw had moved quick as lightning with a warning bite.

He turned his back to her, his long back legs kicking snow in her direction, and the action felt almost scornful. Then he hopped away, out into sight of the others, who stopped and made excited cries as if to welcome him to their game.

‘Duh, of course that’s Jungkook.’ (Y/N) winced, easing her glove off to inspect her hand. ‘I probably overstepped just now. I wouldn’t want a stranger touching me without warning either.’

There was a light tap on her shoulder, and (Y/N) twisted her body to see Jin towering over her. He honked, tilting his head and appearing puzzled. “Are you asking me if I’m okay?”

His sleek head bobbed.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said hurriedly. “I guess I’m tired. That was a long, intense game, right?

Taehyung trotted over, dipping his head as he studied her and then whining loudly. “Let’s say your team won, huh? That was fun. Thank you. I think I really should get going though. Gotta check on my car and all.”

Shaking himself off, the dog ran into the shed with a loud crash. “Wait,” she heard him shout from inside, voice echoing through the cracked door. “I’ll get dressed and walk with you.”

More hybrids walked into the shed, (Y/N) heard a chorus of voices and some light squabbling. “Don’t you think you’ve clung to her enough already? One of us could also walk her back.”

“But!”

“I think one of us tagging along is a good idea. Taehyung would just stall on purpose.”

(Y/N) inwardly smiled. However short her time had been with them, they had made her life more lively than it had been in a while.

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The crunch of the snow beneath her feet felt extra noisy. In comparison, her two escorts were silent as they all reached the parking lot. (Y/N) found there wasn’t anyone around, and no other cars left unclaimed, so it was easy to spot her vehicle, half buried under a mound of accumulated snow, but intact.

Huffing, she marched over, careful not to trip, digging out her key and unlocking the driver’s side door. “Well. This is my ride.” She told the two hybrids, smiling gently. “Thank you for seeing me back safely, and for hosting me too. I wish there was some way to repay your generosity.”

“It was the least we could do.” The older hybrid gave a single rough pat to Taehyung’s head, “Don’t mention it.”

The dog stepped forward, bangs falling slightly into his wide blue eyes, “So this is goodbye?”

“Uh, well…for now?” (Y/N) stammered, unsure why she felt so overwhelmingly guilty. “But you know, maybe not forever.” She extended a hand toward him, “You’re a nice guy, Taehyung, and you’ve got a good family. No matter how it happened…I’m glad we met.”

After staring at her hand, he slowly grasped it, giving it a firm squeeze. It wasn’t quite a handshake, but a parting offer of comfort. Sadness flowed through the touch, but not like she had felt before. It was touched with…hope. “Take care of yourself, okay? And don’t approach just anybody eating a hamburger on a bench anymore.”

A faint smile tugged at his lips briefly, “You take care too, (Y/N).”

Leaving Seokjin and Taehyung in her rear view mirror felt a lot like abandoning an opportunity to finally have some new friends.

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“Hold him steady!” One of the zoo staffers yelled. Several grown men groaned and grunted as they wrestled with the belligerent kangaroo (Y/N) was supposed to be seeing.

The feisty animal twisted, eyes screaming murder as he managed to smack one of the people restraining him with the thick tail attached to his backside. Before (Y/N) could get any closer he had broken free with one mighty kick, leaving the poor zoo keeper dazed and sprawled on the ground, clutching at his ribs.

She winced, hoping he would be alright. “Tae-hui,” she called. “Please stop. I know we’ve never met, but I’m here to help.”

The kangaroo was clearly still rearing to go given his body language and the way he was bouncing around, so (Y/N) dared not press her luck until she saw if she got through to him.

Why couldn’t all animals in need be as easy to work with as Jilju? The horse had just needed some patience and understanding words, and she was compliant by the end. Thinking of her last encounter using her gift outside of work brought back memories of the farm.

And the boys.

How were they doing now? Was the grief of losing someone so dear to them any better, or just ramping up? It had been about a week, and she still regretted not at least suggesting they keep in touch.

Then again, what if they didn’t want to? How could she explain she was lonely and desperate for companionship? They might think she was a pushy creep.

“Yah!” Someone yelled.

Tae-hui was coming her way, someone comically trying to hold him still again with the kangaroo paying no real mind. (Y/N) braced herself, ready to get out of the way if needed. Just another day in the life for her…

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Lips twisted lightly, (Y/N) used her thumb to scroll down the page pulled up on her phone, trying to check what ingredients the recipe called for while steering the shopping cart. The last thing she wanted was to run over anyone’s toes in her quest to try cooking pad see ew. It was worth expanding the palette every now and then. Or maybe even she was tired of her own cooking and needed something new.

Either way, (Y/N) was determined to give it a go. If only she could find what she needed. “Did they change the store’s layout around?” she mumbled to herself. “The noodles should have been on that aisle I just passed…” Continuing on, she did manage to find and grab some of the sauces the recipe called for. A few evening shoppers also milled about, (Y/N) passing an older woman deliberating over two brands of soup, an impatient youngster standing near by. “Halmoni,” the boy sighed, “My feet hurt. Can we please have dinner?”

“Ssh,” she hushed absently, waving a hand without looking at her grandchild.

Quietly walking by them, (Y/N) reached the end of the aisle, veering her cart sharply to avoid a store clerk who was mopping up a spilled mess from a broken jar.

She heard the gasp in time to avoid running into the woman who was coming out of the aisle she was entering, a shopping basket dangling on her arm. “Oh, sorry.” (Y/N) mumbled. “Are you alright?”

The woman said nothing, making unnerving eye contact and then slowly squinting, “Wait…(Y/N)? (L/N) (Y/N)?” Heart skipping a beat at the recognition, she tilted her head, trying to recall where the woman could possibly know her from.

“…Yes?”

“It’s me,” the lady gasped, moving a bit closer with a smile. “Gosh, how long has it been?”

“I…I don’t…”

“Do you really not recognize me?” She whispered. “It’s Choi Taeyeon.”

“C-Choi Taeyeon?” The name immediately elicited very vivid memories, some more pleasant than others. “I…” (Y/N) took a deep breath, pasting on a grin that was hopefully more excited than awkward looking. “It’s been so long. How are you?” Choi Taeyeon had once been her best friend. A proper greeting was the least she could do, right?

Finally having been acknowledged properly, she beamed, a pretty, gleaming white smile ringed in a blush shade of lipstick. Taeyeon’s stylish bob fell neatly around her shoulders, and her pink cashmere trench coat was cute and fashionable. She looked great.

In comparison, (Y/N) stood in her normal work attire: khaki pants and a polo-shirt, bundled up with a sweater and coat for layering. There was no dressing glamorous when working with animals. Who knew if she would be slobbered on, clawed at, peed around, or otherwise get dirty.

‘I probably look like a drowned rat!’ (Y/N) suppressed the urge to reach up and smooth down her hair.

“Busy as ever.” Taeyeon sighed, “I’m afraid it’s starting to show on my face.” Of course, it was just fake humility. They both knew she looked excellent. “I followed my dreams and moved to Busan to work a nice job at a news station for the last two years. Now I’m back in Seoul and I’ll be covering national events.”

“That’s awesome,” (Y/N) remembered when they would talk of their dreams together. Taeyeon had at first wanted to be a weather girl, but by graduation her sights were set much higher. “I’m not surprised.”

“What about you? What are you doing these days?” (Y/N) cringed inside, hoping they could politely go their separate ways after exchanging pleasantries. They hadn’t exactly parted ways on the best of terms… Once a painfully shy girl with a stutter, Taeyeon had hit it off for (Y/N), the class black sheep, in elementary school.

After all, they were both excluded in activities by their peers, or picked last, or avoided. Sensing a kindred spirit, (Y/N) eventually befriended Taeyeon, and they had stuck together from then on.

When her power surfaced for the first time, outside her father, Taeyeon was the first person she told. Months later anyway. Although they shared everything with no secrets between them, magic was not as usual anymore, and people who had it could face a variety of reactions from others. The last thing she wanted was for her closest friend to see her differently.

The guilt of hiding something from her unsuspecting best friend left a throbbing pain inside. When she finally felt ready to share the truth, Taeyeon had listened with fascination. Relieved that she no longer had to hide, (Y/N) never imagined the way it would all change when they reached high school…

“I’ve been…around. I work with animals.” She explained vaguely.

“Oh, that sounds like you,” Taeyeon giggled with a nod. “Same old (Y/N), huh?”

(Y/N) smiled weakly. “Yeah…same old me.” When could she be on her way? The longer she looked at Taeyeon the more she wanted to cry, all the memories rushing back. And that was not acceptable.

“Well. It was nice to see you,” Finally, that sounded like the end of a conversation if she ever heard one! “Maybe we could have a coffee date, catch up someti—”

Taeyeon stopped talking, mouth parting a little. (Y/N) quirked a brow, confused by her sudden awe. A large hand landing on her shoulder nearly made her jump, and she squealed, chopping at the stranger behind her, only to come face to face with a pair of bright blue eyes she had seen in her mind all week.

“T-Ta-Taehyung?” She breathed.

“(Y/N)!” The dog hybrid said, voice full of happiness. “I knew it was you. I told you it was, hyung.”

Jin and Hoseok were there too, both of them staring at her with surprise and then smiling. “How’s it going, (Y/N)?” Seokjin greeted, “Long time no see,”

“Y-Yeah,” (Y/N) was smiling so hard her cheeks hurt, almost forgetting all about Taeyeon still gawking behind her. “That’s crazy, running into you guys here.”

“We don’t normally shop here.” Hoseok admitted, “But the pup insisted,” he motioned to Taehyung.

“I told them this was a grocery store a lot of people go to on this side of the barrier, and maybe you shopped here too, so every time we need anything I ask to come here.”

(Y/N) gaped. “Y-You had no idea if I’d even be here tonight.”

“I had a feeling I’d get lucky,” he countered, pride twinkling in his eyes.

“U-Um,” Taeyeon shuffled into view, tugging at her coat. “You know them?”

She was looking at them like she was in the presence of celebrities, and it struck her then that they were all very good-looking. “Hi, I’m Choi Taeyeon.” Her former friend bowed.

Taehyung eyed her curiously, then turned to (Y/N), who shrugged uneasily. “I’m Taehyung.” He said. “Those are my hyungs,”

“Jin.” Seokjin nodded politely.

“Hoseok.” Hoseok put in.

Neither of them were acting as taken with Taeyeon as she was expecting. Since her transformation in high school, Taeyeon always had her pick of the boys wanting to date her.

“Well,” she fluffed her hair. “I’m an old friend of (Y/N)’s and I’m back in town for the first time in a few years. I was just suggesting we go for a coffee date, but maybe you’d like to join us?” She asked, her voice lowering into a subtle purr.

(Y/N) wanted to hide her face. All this and all she wanted was to get her ingredients and make dinner. Although she was over the moon that she happened to see the boys again.

“I’m sorry,” Seokjin apologized. “It’s not the best time for us to have social engagements. We recently had a death in the family and are still in mourning.”

“O-Oh!” Taeyeon gasped, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t…my condolences!” She slid a hand into her purse and took something out which she passed to (Y/N). A business card. “Let’s arrange something later (Y/N). I won’t hold you any longer.” She bowed, then waved with a cute smile at the boys. “Maybe some other time when things are better for you.”

(Y/N) blinked, hiding her surprise. When Taeyeon had finally walked away, it felt like all the tension went with her, and her shoulders slumped as she leaned into her shopping cart. “That was…exhausting,” she whispered, forgetting she was in the presence of beings with superior hearing.

“Yeah, we could hear your heart thumping a mile away.” Hoseok said sympathetically. “Are you alright.”

“Yes,” she said truthfully. “Now I am. Thank you.”

“Was she giving you a hard time?” Taehyung questioned.

“Not exactly…” (Y/N) thought of how to put it. “It’s just…we were old friends a long time ago and we parted ways not on the best of terms. I wasn’t expecting to see her here.”

“Friendships that end awkwardly can be tough,” Seokjin hummed. “Though it really is a pleasant surprise to run into you again. This one was sulking for days because he wanted to reach out to you but didn’t have your phone number.”

Taehyung reached into his hoodie, eyes bright and hopeful. “This time, can we exchange numbers?”

“Wait, really?” (Y/N) couldn’t believe it. He felt the same way she did. “You wouldn’t mind?”

“I told you that I like you, (Y/N).” The dog said patiently. “And Jiminie said you promised to be his friend, so why can’t you be mine too?” The accusing whine went straight to her heart, and before she knew it, she was handing him her phone.

Author’s Note: I promise Jungkook is a sweetheart. lol It��s just that he’s finally at the place in the mourning process where he comes up for air, and then there’s a big change shoved at him right away, so he’s a little overwhelmed and uncomfortable. And taking it out on (Y/N). Things do get better between her and our bunny boy (in time). Also a gentle reminder that if you change your handle, please let me know or me tagging you may not work! I tried my best, but some people’s blogs or gone or they just cannot be tagged now for some reason.

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effortlessly pt. 6 || jungkook & reader

title: effortlessly pairing: jungkook x reader genre: fluff, romance, school!au, smut (no smut in this chapter) words: ~4k notes: longer than i thought but closer to the end!! possibly 3 chapters left if i planned this right ;___; sorry for the delay! days pass by so quickly... and i’m always napping after work....

series: part one || part two || part three || part four || part five || part six || part seven || part eight || part nine || part ten || epilogue

“Hey, you okay?”

His palms are clammy, you take note of this because the leather of his steering wheel evidently shows the residue left from the moisture on his hands. He’s anxious, it’s more than obvious, and you could potentially pinpoint the reason behind his uneasiness but you want to hear it from the man himself.

“Uh, sure. Kind of. Something along those lines.”

“You’re acting rather suspicious,” You say, paraphrasing the words he had used on you previously. “Talk to me, I’m supposed to be your best friend.”

The windows are rolled down and the sunroof is open, with the breeze flowing into the car yet you can still feel the heat of tension radiating between the two of you. He’d been silent the past couple days, head so focused and lost into just swimming during his practices, but that was all he did. Practice. Practice, practice, practice. Jungkook did it like a ritual, every single day at the same time, and performed it as if it was his religion. He hasn’t cooperated by eating enough meals during the day and although you guys didn’t share every class together, it had been apparent that he was behind on schoolwork.

He’d completely gone insane.

“So... the finals are coming up soon,” He manages to choke out, hands still tightly gripping on the steering wheel and eyes never leaving the road. He never said where the destination was when he sent you a text, prior to picking you up from your house on a Saturday afternoon, but you figured as much that he needed some time out so you complied. “And I heard that recruiters are coming. Well, rumor has it.”

“Hey, that’s great! You can finally show those guys your talents.”

“Yeah, but... what if I don’t get anything?” His voice is shaky, full of fear and angst. Although he wasn’t looking directly at you, you could tell that his chocolate orbs were mixed with ambiguity. Jungkook lived his entire life with the prospect that his dreams and aspirations were unattainable because he didn’t have the means to reach them. He lacked what many of his colleagues had— experience in competitions at a young age, training by professional coaches, and support financially from his family. He was at the bottom of the totem pole, knowingly still attempting to climb to the top despite of the downfalls, yet dismay always lingered.

The drive is quiet. The only sounds are coming from his old car, so worn out that the bumper is hanging on by duct tape. You regularly questioned Jungkook how the tape is so strong, and oddly enough, figuratively you realize that no matter how fucked up things are, you are the tape to Jungkook, who is holding onto his bumper of dreams. This situation wasn’t any different.

“Jungkook, I’m sure you’ll hear something. But even if you don’t, that doesn’t mean your journey ends there. And... you’re not alone. I’ll be with you even surpassing the end.”

It takes a moment for your response to sink in, but the edges of his mouth twist into a soft smile, your comforting words warming his heart. He feels as though he’s on top of the world when he’s with you, and it’s a reminder that nothing is out of reach if it means that you’re by his side.

Weeks later, Jungkook spends less and less time with you as time progresses on.

You’re trying to be understanding— again, emphasis on the trying, because he’s leaving classes and briskly moving straight to practices. He had made it through consolations with ease, but moving up to finals meant that the biggest competitors would be there however his colossal adversary is himself. Nonetheless, you miss your best friend, and it hadn’t been long after you’d been dating that he’s back immersed with his passions, long forgetting you. Or so, you mention dramatically.

“Why do you look so... sad?” Yura says, almost hinting disgust in her words. The two of you were out, looking for something to eat yet again, with Yura’s never ending black hole of a stomach.

“Because I haven’t hung out with Jungkook in forever.”

“You just saw him yesterday. Is this what puppy love is?” You roll your eyes at your friend, pushing her to a food stall on a street when the aromatic scents coming from the vendor invitingly enhances your senses. “No, I barely actually hung out with him. I came to his practice then he drove me home.”

Grabbing a couple sticks of fish cakes, Yura shamelessly shoves one in her mouth in one go. “What about today? I’m surprised you’re even hanging out with me despite the fact he has practice.” You frown, knowing that the guilt would eat you alive later, but you told your significant other you were ditching the one session since you’d been going back-to-back every single day. It had become a bit exhausting trying to keep up with his antics. “I... was going to go, but I’m tired. I’ve been going everyday for the past three weeks, I need a break.”

“A break from Jungkook?”

“No, not a break from Jungkook, a break from going to his practices.”

“Hmm,” She hums, cheeks full of rice cakes as you lean over and steal a stick of fish cake from her. “Well, you look hella sad. Why don’t you just tell him that you want to spend one on one time with him without the smell of chlorine in the air?”

“It’s so hard to talk to him.”

“No, you’re just being a weak ass bitch,” Yura snaps, your eyebrows raising at her choice in words. “You can tell Jungkook these things when you guys weren’t dating, why is it so different now? Because you actually care about what he thinks of you? Stop being so stupid, he loved you back then and he still loves you now.”

“OK, but won’t he think I’m too needy?” Immediately, it’s Yura’s turn to roll her eyes, groaning at your response. “Stop being one of those people! You want something, go get it. Beating around the bush doesn’t get you anywhere, yaknow.”

Yura makes a point. She always does, but like usual, you don’t let her know that.

“Did I tell you that Taehyung confessed to me?”

She coughs— nearly choking on the rice cake that she stuffs into her mouth momentarily before you mention the confession. “What the fuck— what? Kim Taehyung? The prodigy that graduated before any of us then got that wicked ass scholarship to study abroad and swim?”

“The one and only.” You remarked, taking a bite out of your food. “I rejected him, obviously. I told Jungkook about it since then, and we talked. Everything was fine, and still is fine, but I guess with the paucity of attention, it’s starting to eat me up inside and believe that it’s why he’s been ignoring me.”

“I mean, I doubt it. You rejected Taehyung. What else did the guy say?”

Fingers fiddling with the stick, you’re waving it in front of Yura’s face playfully as her eyes follow the goodness. “He just wanted me to know. I think it didn’t sit well with him if he didn’t at least try.”

“Do you think it bothers Jungkook knowing that if he didn’t confess, you’d be in the arms of the great Kim Taehyung?”

“Possibly. But he’s been so focused on swimming lately, I don’t think he even notices.”

That’s when the feeling drowns into your stomach— you know it’s not the food because it only happens when Yura mentions the words that bring your mind into overdrive. You’re overthinking now, there’s no way around it, and although you want to confront Jungkook about his new actions, you know he’d be the old him again soon after.

Your hands are equally muculent as if you’d just dipped your hands in the pool water with how much sweat you’re perspiring.

The chlorine in the air is an all too familiar feeling that you resent but yet again, you’d find yourself here frequently that the smell doesn’t quite grind your gears anymore. You’ve gotten used to it since you and Jungkook had become a thing, your love for him is a lot more indisputable and something you want to display.

He’d been giving you less attention lately, but he never fails to drop a quick peck on your lips before starting his practices. Today was different though.

Today was the finals.

You showed up in his locker room with an apple in hand and a cute little post-it note for support and motivation, and he gifts you his signature before-practice kisses, despite today being a swim meet. He’s distressed and fidgety; you’re pretty much the same. His team pats him on the back, pushing him with an inspirational chant which he lets out a laugh to—a laugh that is so nostalgic it reminds you of a time before the release date for the finals.

Sitting in the bleachers feels weird today. It’s not the bleachers at your school, for one, and two, there were just so many people in the crowd, you think Jungkook won’t be able to find you.

“Hey, if you sit here, Jungkook will be able to see you.” His name perks up your ears, turning to the owner of the assumption when you meet your eyes with Taehyung.

He looks... unfamiliar in this lighting. More mature, if you had to describe him in a word.

“Sure, I guess I could join you,” You respond, exchanging a smile with him as you settle yourself on the bleachers. The humidity in the arena was disgusting and you could almost feel your hair going insane with the frizz. But that was the least of your worries. “I’m kind of scared for Jungkook, even though I know he’s going to do fine.”

“Of course he’s going to do fine, he’s going to do better than fine. He’s Jeon Jungkook. Plus, he has us, his personal cheerleaders on the sideline for him and the rest of his team backing him up. He has all the support he needs, and he’s full of talent so he doesn’t even need luck on his side.”

You want to believe him because everything he says is true. But the word luck doesn’t sit well with you.

The introduction starts, informing the audiences what the relays would be, and a couple of the matches begin. Your brain can’t even fixate itself to watch the other players on Jungkook’s team because of how restless you are about Jungkook’s portion, but from what you hear beside you, Taehyung says that they’re all doing well.

Then it’s Jungkook’s turn.

He’s standing on the platform, dressed in his swim tights and cap, goggles in hand. Shaking to warm and loosen up his body, he looks like he’s shivering in fear. You don’t think he even takes a glance up at the crowd to find you and a bit of disappointment settles in.

Back crouched over, he’s taking in a couple breathes before preparing himself for the initial push. It’s like any other swim meet, is what he repeats in his mind but he knows that this isn’t just any swim meet. He knows that amongst the people in the crowd are recruiters, people who could determine the fate of his future, and he couldn’t bring himself to look at the sidelines. Too many emotions would sit in him and he possibly won’t even be able to swim if he did.

The whistle blows.

Jungkook dives off the platform, swimming away in freestyle mode. He’s admirable when he’s swimming, like he has all the freedom in the world without any burden on his shoulders. The words he mentions previously about his aspirations ring in your ears again. When I’m in the water, I’m floating. Floating without a care in the world, without anything pushing down on my shoulders. All I can think about is how I’m just surrounded by the water, how it sounds in my ears and how it feels on my fingertips.

Seeing him in his true happy place made you a bit envious. Envious that you didn’t find anything in close resemblance to how swimming made Jungkook feel, how you couldn’t even commit yourself to hobbies. What he said in the car weeks ago is a reminder that it’s okay for you to feel this way, that no matter what happens to you, Jungkook would always be there. There was some comfort in that.

He’s doing well, from what you can tell. He’s not overexerting himself in the water, and he’s switching between different types of strokes in order to ease the pressure off himself and quicken his speed. He’s neck and neck with his opponent, and you think nothing of it because it’s the exact scenario as some of his swim meets.

But then— you’re unsure what happens. It’s a moment of hesitation, possibly, but his opponent does one last push and he makes it.

Jungkook won second place.

It’s hard to tell exactly how he’s feeling. His eyes that once were bursting with excitement and happiness were filled with despair and anger yet his voice is calm and soft when he speaks to his teammates.

He doesn’t even look directly at you and you feel a certain way, but you don’t let that feeling eat you up inside knowing he’s upset with his performance.

The car ride is utterly quiet. So quiet that you don’t even hear the engine of the car sputter or roar during the drive, almost like even the car could feel the tension in the air.

“Jeon, you okay?” You barely say, voice as quiet as a mouse squeaking. He’s like a ticking time bomb at this point, and there’s uncertainty on what can detonate his anger.

He doesn’t respond for a couple minutes for exasperating a long and heavy sigh. “You already know the answer to your question. What’s the point of even asking? It’s a waste of breath.”

“Hey, you won second though. That should take account for something. You did well, I’m sure you’ll be okay.”

“Are you definitely sure?” He snaps. His tone is harsh and the volume is increased a bit but you brush it off thinking it was an impulsive decision on his end to respond that way.

“Of course I am.”

“Listen, don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t have dreams that just got ruined. Your goals don’t even exist for that— this swim meet was my chance to show those recruiters what I’m capable of. These were the fucking finals! I could be living the way Taehyung is, training for my life, given a coach that actually has the ability to show me tricks and tips that ours couldn’t.”

This... wasn’t the Jungkook you’ve come to know and admire. His aspirations were eating him alive, and for a brief moment, he’d abandoned the love he had for swimming, and just swimming alone, the only thoughts flooding his mind was winning finals. Swim meets weren’t even his favorite thing, he’d only did them because they were stepping stones to continue swimming and to do it as a career.

You push the tears back from brimming in your eyes, arms slipping into your jacket in preparation to get out the car. “Yeah, no, you’re right. I’m just some lost chick who stood in the bleachers, so dumbfounded and blinded by your love and affection. I won’t understand because I never will, I don’t have those passions or goals like you do.”

“Wait—“ Glancing over at you and before he can finish and say your name, you sling your backpack over your shoulder. “Stop the car. I can walk home or grab an Uber.”

“I was just mad in the moment—“

“You said what you said, and you meant it. I’ve been trying to be patient, but I’ve had enough. Stop the car, Jungkook.”

Abiding by your instruction, he pulls over to the shoulder of the road, turning to look at your expression. His face didn’t shone in antagonism anymore but that same fear he had before he went in for his swim meet earlier.

“Where are you going?” He says, voice wary. “Don’t go.”

“Home,” You respond abruptly and sharply, unlocking the seatbelt that embraces you before opening the door. “I can walk myself home. Don’t follow or wait up for me.”

He doesn’t comply with those orders though. Instead, as you’re walking on the sides of the street, he trails behind you silently, understandingly giving you your space despite the fact he didn’t want to. All he wants is to pull you into his arms and apologize. Apologize for letting his anger get to him, saying things to you that he didn’t mean.

Cars are beeping behind him, cursing and sticking their middle fingers up at Jungkook as they go around him, but he could care less. His day has gone so far down— potentially losing the love of his life and the route of his career.

Finally reaching to the front of your houses, he watches as you enter in as he makes his way into his own. Once he reaches his room, he quickly attempts to get your attention from his window. Jungkook figured, even when you’re mad, you couldn’t resist seeing his cute face from across the little space between your houses.

Excited with a smile on his face, he peeks through the glass, only to see that you’d already closed the window and dropped the blinds. His smile dissipates within seconds.

Jungkook concludes he’d let you calm down for the night and try again tomorrow.

The sun peers through his blinds, and shone on his face as he grunts in displeasure. His body is sore from the amount of practices and the swim meet from the day before, but nothing in comparison to the thought of hurting you.

His phone rings and almost immediately, he jumps out of his bed, still in his boxer briefs and without hesitation, he exclaims a “hi!” without checking the caller ID. Once he realizes that the voice on the other line doesn’t belong to you, his enthusiasm sizzles out.

“Jeon Jungkook?”

“Ah, yes. That’s me. Can I ask who’s calling?”

“I’m one of the recruiters that came to your swim meet yesterday. I’m so sorry for not getting to meet you afterwards, I’ve been so swamped in my personal life, I didn’t get the chance. Do you have a moment to speak?”

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euphorianyx · 5 years

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Daddy Issues [Sunset] -32-

Pairing: JungKook & Reader Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst Summary: A top student, marks always high. College was not a dream for her…Except she didn’t have enough money. Her parents never earned much so they literally took care of themselves. Her boss acting like a dick towards her she quit her job. Even though she had no idea what she let herself into this was her only option.

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“Do you really think they are married for two months?”

Ji Hyo shook her head in disapproval as she dug her burgundy painted nails in her palm. Even though she was in a classic pastel Dior, her expression overshadowed her elegance.

“Can we find a way to prove that?”

Jimin fixed his sharp gaze on your locked hands.

“No... If I know JungKook he would leave no trace...”

JiHyo bit down her lip, all raged.

“We need to find something. If not this one there must be something else.”

Jimin rolled his eyes at JiHyo as he found her being in flames annoying.

“We will find something eventually”

Jimin said to calm her down so he would not get angry. He already had something in mind but he had no intention to let JiHyo know yet. She pushed her hair and threw a last dark stare at your side before she left the room with Jimin following behind.

“I have to meet someone so I will get going.”

Before he could turn around JiHyo pulled Jimin closer by the neck of his whole black Armani fit and gave him a deep kiss. When she pulled away Jimin had a pleasant smirk.

“I will see you tomorrow.”

Then he casually hopped in his black Audi A8. When he got the contract he got your old address from there and he also knew you had a beautiful sister. Jimin made his way towards the old neighborhood that he has never been before.

Jimin found the street and building without losing much time. He parked the car and started to wait for your sister and it did not take very long because she had her work shift by afternoon.

When he noticed her walking Jimin drove carefully and slowed down while passing her by. Laila seemed cautious at first when someone stopped by her side and she took two steps back. Jimin gently smiled inside the car as he spoke with a sweet voice.

“Sorry I did not want to bother you...”

Laila did not say anything and kept a poker face so he went on.

“I just want to have some coffee. Could you tell me if there is a place nearby?”

Laila was undecided for a mere second but she knew better than to show it so she answered coolly.

“Turn right then make a left follow that street then take the third right again. There is a small café. You can have your coffee there.”

Jimin thanked with another dazzling smile that increased her heartbeat then drove away. Laila was trying to pull herself together though it did not really work. She took a few deep breathes while walking to the very same café to work her shift.

When Laila arrived she noticed Jimin sitting by the window with a white cup in front of him as he checked his phone. She watched him took a sip from his drink then realized she was staring at him like a freak so she moved towards the new client. She took the order and was about to turn around when Jimin called out.

“Check please”

Laila walked by the cash point to receive the check then kept her head down when she went to Jimin. Though he already noticed her when she handed the black leather box.

“Ahhh you...”

Laila only gave a small smile.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were working here?”

Laila was still dead serious when she spoke.

“Why should I? I mean, you are a complete stranger.”

Jimin nodded wearing a big smile.

“Right... Well, let's not be strangers then.”

Surprised Laila arched an eyebrow while smiling.

“Only if you start...”

Jimin’s grin turned into a wicked one.

“Jimin and I excuse you for a drink.”

Laila shrugged at his words.

“Laila but sorry someone like me needs to fulfill their duty unlike you so if you want to talk wait for...eight hours.”

Jimin pursed his lips.

“Wow, that hurt but maybe we could change your opinion about me later.”

Laila was all flustered when she turned back to her job. Jimin could be patient when it came to his target so he willingly spent those hours sitting there. When Laila finally got rid of her dark green apron she walked towards Jimin.

“Honestly...I don’t know if you are crazy or dedicated.”

Laila was genuinely surprised by someone waiting just to talk to her. That guy’s delicate face with captivating fiery gaze completely got her off guard. Jimin opened the door for her as he softly spoke.

“I prefer the second option. Can I take you somewhere for dinner?”

She thought for a moment then shyly nodded. They took Jimin’s car and he drove away in the darkness. Laila had no idea why she accepted or how she dared to do such a thing she felt her heart beating faster.

However, as they chat with Jimin, Laila let her guard down and stopped keeping track of where they were going. Though she felt the need to ask, Jimin just told her it was a surprise. When he stopped in front of an iron door Laila was surprised. Jimin opened her door with a smile and held his hand for her. Laila’s hand was shaking when she put it on his.

All of a sudden Jimin pulled her closer and turned her around. His arms wrapped around her Jimin whispered with a low voice.

“Life lesson beautiful... Sometimes it's better to stay strangers with people.”

Then he grabbed Laila by the arm and dragged her inside his house. Jimin walked her within the awkward stare of his maid. She was about to say something but Jimin cut her off before she could speak.

“Prepare something to eat...And a drink. I hope I don’t need to remind we do not speak about this?”

She nodded with wide eyes and disappeared. Seeing the maid almost scared of Jimin Laila stuttered.

“What will you do to me?”

Jimin let out a chuckle.

“You will just be my guest until your dear sister does the things I tell her.”

With that Jimin pushed her on the chair and tied her hands behind her. When he kneeled to tie her feet Laila tried to kick him in somewhere that would hurt but Jimin was prepared. Eyes dark he hissed angrily.

“Do not make me do things that I don’t want to, hmm?”

He tied her ankles rather tight. When Jimin got up he pushed his hair back.

“Now be a nice girl...”

Then he grabbed Laila’s phone and found her mother’s number from the contacts.

“Tell her you are covering for someone else’s shift at work and if you try to get help I will deal with you before anyone sets foot in here, understand?”

Tears falling from her eyes Laila obediently nodded. When her mother answered she wanted to scream but Jimin was hovering over like a predator. Laila kept the talk short and tried her best so Jimin was satisfied. He petted Laila’s hair.

“Good girl...”

Then Jimin texted Y/N as if he was Laila. It was simple yet effective.

“Can you call me? I need to talk to you.”

When you saw her text you knew something was up. Giving a warm kiss to JungKook you pulled away from him slowly.

“It’s Laila I think something is wrong.”

JungKook arched an eyebrow as he caressed your cheek.

“What is it?”

You shook your head but JungKook could sense how worried you were.

“I don’t know just let me talk to her.”

JungKook nodded but kept holding your hand.

“Give me her number...”

You were not sure to do that. It was your family matter and JungKook already had too much burden on his shoulders so you shook your head but JungKook did not let you go. His eyes were already dark while his fingers tighten around your wrist.

“Tell me just in case...”

You not accepting would only make it worse so you gave him Laila’s number. While you walked away to talk with her JungKook already grabbed his phone.

“I need you to check the location of a number for me.”

When Laila answered the video chat you saw her all tied up on a chair. Freaking out you tried your best not to scream or anything. Before you could say something different than her name Jimin turned the camera to himself.

“Hi Y/N... How did you find my dear guest?”

You tried not to curse at Jimin while you grit your teeth.

“More like your hostage?”

Jimin shook his head with a disgusting wide smile.

“Well that's not very polite now, is it? She will be perfectly safe...Only if you do the things I ask from you.”

You took a deep breath, trying to stay calm.

“What do you want?”

Your voice was harsh and cold and you did not even try to control that. Though Jimin was speaking so softly that it made you even angrier than you already were.

“I just want you to tell the truth. To everyone...”

When what he said finally hit you, you closed your eyes for a brief second.

“You want me to admit the contract was real.”

Jimin squinted his eyes with a devilish spark in them.

“I almost forgot how smart you were. Though let me remind you of one thing. If you tell JungKook I will not be kind to my guest. Now say goodbye to Laila...I will contact you so don’t try to call me.”

Laila had tape on her mouth but her eyes were enough to understand how scared she was. When the screen went blank again you took were frozen. You did not even realize you were chewing your lip almost to the point it would bleed. Admitting the contract was real and you were his slave meant throwing JungKook into flames. Though if you did not do it Jimin was sure to hurt Laila. She was your sister, your friend, your precious one.

Trying to keep a cool head and think rationally you weighted your options. You could say nothing to JungKook and do what Jimin wanted. Though the more you thought about it the more confusing it became. Somehow, dealing with someone like Jimin by yourself did not make sense. Making up your mind you walked out of the room.

When you saw JungKook sitting down by the large leather sofa, you gulped. His eyes were already on you and he could tell something bad was going on from a mile away. JungKook heard your little sigh as you stopped in front of him.

“So?”

His soft voice filled your ears while he held his hand out for you to come closer.

“Jimin...He...He has Laila.”

Then the tears overwhelmed your eyes. You lost the strength in your body and let go so it fell next to him as if your soul left it.

“JungKook.”

He wrapped his strong arms around you and caressed your back. You buried your head to his firm chest. You did not even realize how mad JungKook was until he asked with that venomous low voice.

“He wanted you to admit the contract, didn’t he?”

The only thing you could do was simply nodding. You finally pulled away when JungKook softly called your name.

“Y/N...I won’t let anything happen to Laila, okay?”

You nodded then JungKook left you to grab his phone while wearing a cold and dangerous stare. After he found out Jimin kept Laila at his house, he called YugYeom which he answered right away.

“I need you to meet me...And come prepared.”

YugYeom let out a chuckle.

“Sure I never miss the fun though who is it?”

JungKook answered with no sign of emotion in his voice.

“Park Jimin.”

When JungKook walked back in he found you with your head between your hands. He gently lifted your head up.

“Listen to me Y/N. I need you to stay calm and do the things I say...”

Dressed up in black casual clothes you called Jimin. Before he answered he showed the screen to Laila then your voice filled his ears.

“Jimin... I know you told me not to call but...”

Jimin spoke rather coldly.

“Yeah, you should have waited for my instructions.”

You did not try to seem cool or anything. Instead, you let him know you were panicking.

“Listen I started a drama with JungKook so he would not try to do something with this.”

Jimin let a chuckle out.

“Nice move but you are not coming here.”

You were stuttering at this point.

“I am alone... I will call the reporters and explain everything by the morning. Let me stay with her till then.”

Jimin did not answer you. He had to think if he should let you be there. He knew you were JungKook’s weakness so if the contract plan failed he could use you instead.

You were a total mess but JungKook seemed all cool with his midnight black trousers and a long jacket. His leather gloves were in contrast to his ivory white shirt. He was rather calm and collected which did not fail to surprise you. You saw him and Yugyeom filling the baggage with any sort of gun and bullets.

Your worries grew but he did manage to calm you down with a simple hug and it will be okay. Because if JungKook said those words he meant it. JungKook set the GPS of the car to his house and buckled your seatbelt. You thought he was going to leave but you realized the black shiny metal in his hand. You shook your head not to take the gun but JungKook had this intimidating stern gaze.

“Y/N I am not sending you unarmed. If he tries to do anything just use it, alright?”

You nodded and JungKook gave you a deep lingering kiss.

“I will protect you no matter what, I promise.”

He said to reassure you. With that, you drove off to the dark streets. While you were on your way to his house Jimin started a video call. When he saw you driving alone he smiled widely.

“Pretty thing... You actually thought this would convince me? If I feel anything sketchy this baby on your dear sister blows...”

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nhykymbria6 · 5 years

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My Cruel Husband 1 || Jeon Jungkook (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/CTzlTlOcjY In which Jeon Jungkook agrees to marry Song Taehee(you) because of some reasons. She's happy. While he isn't. She does everything for him. While he does everything for another woman. ======================================= Was #3 in fanfiction. Thank you readers! ======================================= Note: Due to the countless requests mad…

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bangtan-oneshots · 7 years

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Jungkook Onehot-Injured

Jungkook Oneshot "What the hell are you doing Jungkook?" You said as your best friend attempted to balance on a stair railing. You have been friends with Jungkook since seventh grade,and it was now your last year of highschool. "I'm having fun,duh!"he replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. You shook your head at the boy's antics. "You're going to fall.I'm going to laugh,but then help you up and say 'I told you so'" You had to admit it,you kind of were crushing on Jungkook since 9th grade,but never had the courage to confess in fear that it would ruin your friendship Jungkook simply rolled his eyes. "Oh please Y/N,I'm good at everything," Just after he said that sentence,he stumbled. "Oh sh-"Jungkook lost his balance and fell to the ground. You at first laughed at him. "Haha!What did I tell you?"you said sassily placing a hand on your hip. Jungkook shot you a dirty look and groaned. "Ouch..." You rolled your eyes. "Aish Jungkook,what am I going to do with you." You knelt down next to him examining his injuries.He had scraped his arms and knees and bruised his ankles. "Agh Y/N.I see the light!" he yelled,dramatically putting his hands over his forehead. You jokingly scoffed, "Yah you pabo,get up.My house is just a block away.I'll patch up your 'serious' injuries there."you said as you helped him off the ground. "Hey,I'm older that you!"he scolded. "Only by a few months!"you sassed back."Now shush." You then proceeded to support him all the way to your house,sometimes almost stumbling under his weight. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* You finally arrived at your house,which was only a block away but having to support Jungkook made it a lot harder to get there. He sat on the couch as you went upstairs. "I'll get the first aid kit,be right back."you told him as you went to your bathroom. You swiftly grabbed the first aid kit and made your way back downstairs to tend to your friend. He still was laying down on the couch. "Okay,now sit still,this night hurt a bit."you said as you put a bit of alcohol on a wipe. You carefully dabbed it onto Jungkook's scrapes on his knees.He winced,but didn't want to complain. As you were busy with his arm,he subbendly moved his arm away. "What's the point of putting alcohol anyway?You don't have to."he complained. You rolled your eyes. "I don't want it to get infected."you replied. Jungkook frowned,"I'm sure it won't..."he said. "Jungkook-" you reached for his arm,but he pulled it away. "No way!"he exclaimed. "Oh stop being such a baby Kookie,it's just that last arm then it's over."you slightly giggled at his behavior. "Yah,it's not funny!"he whined. As he let his guard down,you sat on his chest and quickly wiped his arm,finishing your job. "Hey Y/-Ow!" he groaned. You then got off his chest and grinned.Victory was yours! Jungkook then also stood up,with a surprisingly serious look on his face. "J-Jungkook?" He suddenly pushed you onto the couch he just was on,trapping you by moving closer to you,nearly in top of you and placing his hands on either side of you. "No respect,huh Y/N?" he spoke in a husky voice which sent shivers up your spine.You were flustered and only responded by biting your lip. Jungkook smirked and shook is head,this was definitely a side of him you had never seen. "I've been waiting for so long to do this."he whispered,getting closer and closer,very little space between your lips. You held your breath.Jungkook then closed his eyes and closed the gap between your lips. You two were kissing. After you processed what was going on,you closed your eyes and started kissing back,wrapping your arms around his neck,deepening the kiss. You wanted this moment to last forever,but sadly you had lungs that needed air.You two broke the kiss,both slightly panting for air. Jungkook was the first to speak."Well that escalated quickly,huh?"he smirked. You could feel his breathing with your foreheads together. "Y-yeah..."you said,still a bit flustered. "You enjoyed that didn't you?"he asked. You moved away from him. "Don't flatter yourself bunny boy,you were the one who kissed me!"you said in an annoyed tone. Jungkook locked eyes with you,smirking. "But you kissed back."he stated. You averted your gaze,blushing. "But Y/N," Jungkook suddenly said. You then looked at him again. "I still need to punish you for being so rude."

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lilidril · 7 years

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you owe me ↠ j.jungkook (sur Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/eZSsOGgc3E -placed under certain circumstances, park jae (you) is stuck being jeon jungkook's assistant for one month. you have to cater to his every need. do everything he says. be by his side 24/7. it wouldn't be so bad if you didn't have a bad history with him. but there was nothing you could do because, well, you owe him. ©sextmessage 2017

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crispydragonbanana-blog1 · 7 years

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toxic ↠ j.jungkook (sur Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/aLgfRdXDXD jeon jungkook and ahn kenna (you) have been dating for two years. the beginning of your relationship was nothing but love and affection. as time went on, jungkook started neglecting you. he'd use you for his own desires and pleasure. he still shows love, but it's not constant. no matter how badly he treats you, you'd always end up coming back. …

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justtextmeoppa · 7 years

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❝ I’m lucky to have you. ❞

Plot: When you’re Jungkook’s little sister and he begins being overprotective because Taehyung has a crush on you.

Pairing: JungkookxYou

Words count: 2k+

Genre: Fluff

For our @kpoplover4life, I hope you like it cutie! - M.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

“Don’t sit near to him!!!!!”

You sighed at the umpteenth call of your brother, giving him your worst sharp gaze, a look that could kill you in an instant. Jeongguk shrugged his shoulders, without being minimally affected by the anger he could see in your eyes, grasping your wrist and dragging you away.

He made you sat at his side and watched his bandmates, who sighed and lowered his gaze on his plate, starting to eat in an absolute silence.

The anger of that scene grew slowly within you so that just sitting next to your brother, you squeezed his thigh with all your strength with the intent of hurting him. And his jump and that little groan of pain, an almost useless attempt to conceal how badly he felt, were the greatest satisfaction for you.

“Can you stop? You’re behaving like a little boy. ”

“Shut up and talk to me in the most appropriate way!” He hissed in your ear and you turned your eyes to heaven, feeling the annoying sensation of his arm around your shoulders.

Jeon Jeongguk did not have the slightest idea of when to stop. He never learned it, at least not when you were part of the problem.

Being the little sister of Jeongguk, the Golden Maknae, the guy capable of doing everything (except standing on a mattress in the middle of a pool and talking to the girls), was always your biggest problem.

You could not deny that you loved your brother madly, also because you had only two years of difference and you were incredibly alike. Except on competitiveness, on that, you were quiet while he was taking everything as if it were a challenge.

And when he had decided to embark on the career of a K-pop idols, you were the first to support him every single time. To every audition, to every refusal, and when they finally called him from eight agencies, you were the only one who said him that you preferred a small agency rather than the Giants such as SM or JYP.

He had decided for Big Hit, because of the presence of a rapper named Namjoon in the same agency, but you were more than happy with that choice. Despite the hardships, the fatigue, the extenuate training hours, seeing your brother chasing his dream was something pleasant, it made you happy.

The problems were born after when he had debuted and he had become the national Jungkook. The Maknae of BTS, one of the most beloved groups in recent years.

And he had become incredibly, and perhaps in a way too oppressive, protective toward you. On one hand, you could understand it, he was afraid that they could use you to get to him, but you were too clever to fall for such tricks.

And the day you met Kim Taehyung his protection had reached incredible levels, verging sometimes even the ridicule side. You had never understood the reason for that attitude, but the protective older brother did not perfectly suit with Jungkook.

The silence fell into the room, while Jimin’s amused smile made you, even more, anger because they knew. They knew what was hiding behind your brother’s behavior but they did not want to tell you anything.

The clouds of smoke for too much anger came out of your ears, while you were forcefully biting your lower lip until it bleeds slightly. What made you angrier was the unhappy gaze drawn on the delicate and perfect lines of Taehyung.

You’d want to tell him something, reassure him that whatever the reason for this behavior you would have discovered it as soon as possible, you would have liked to be able to smile at him freely.

“I’m tired of this behavior, Jeongguk.” You hissed with grudges, trying to free you from his grip; “Can you explain to me why every time Taehyung is in the same room, you become a hysterical moody boy?”

“Think of your own business and I’m an Oppa for you!”

“You don’t look like a big brother when you’re acting like this.” You remarked and he engrossed the blow, crossing the gaze of his best friend.

There was an exchange of silent words between them, which you craved to understand. Hoseok gently patted on your shoulders and you could somehow calm your tense nerves, so you would get up by abandoning the place next to your brother and follow the boy, curious to know what he wanted to tell you.

“What’s going on, Hoseok Oppa?”

“I want to give you a little clue why your brother behaves like this.”

Your eyes lighted up to that phrase and immediately you threw your arms around his neck, hugging him into one of your famous bear hugs. Forcefully you hugged him, provoking his laughter and immediately his arms were wrapped around your waist

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.” You murmured in his ear, causing yet another excess of giggles.

“Then my clue is..”

You walked away slightly, loosening the embrace and eagerly waiting for the information you craved so much.

“Hoseok, you’re making me old!” You swear in a low voice, looking behind you to see if your brother was coming for you.

“My clue is that one of us might have a little crush on you.”

Your eyes were wide open, while your heart began to beat slightly faster than normal. You never thought that your brother’s hyper-protection was the consequence of his bandmates with a crush on you.

and immediately that rectangular smile, full of joy and incredibly contagious gave you the answer. You knew who had a crush on you and the incredible thing was that you had just confirmed that for once, in all your miseries 18 years of life, someone reciprocated your feelings.

“Thanks, Hoseok oppa! You’re the best! ” and hopping you came back from the rest of the group, sitting next to Jungkook who watched you curiously. You ignored his gaze and bent your head back to focus on the math book you were trying to study.

“Y/n??”

“Hmm?”

“Something wrong?”

Jungkook could be an annoying person, but he would never ignore your mood changes. You just did not know how to confess that you liked Taehyung, especially not in front of the direct interested.

Lightly you would pass your hand through your hair, trying to fix them behind your ears with no results and he began to caress your back with small movements of his hand, waiting patiently for your explanation.

“I have only problems with math and for sure you can’t help me.”

Again the silence fell into the living room because you had just silenced your brother in the meanest way you could think. But in your heart, you knew that he deserved it, for having kept you away from Taehyung for all those months.

“What a sweetness.”

“Sorry, I’m just stressed.” You’d be sorry without looking away from your book. He snorted and rose from your side, leaving the living room and going to close in his own room.

“Jeongguk!”

You would not give him five seconds of advantage, while the others started giggling for the dynamics of the Jeon duo. With a sigh, a sigh almost suffered because you knew what was waiting for you, you entered his room and you would raise your eyes to heaven in seeing the pout that he had put up in those moments.

Typical of Jeon Jeongguk, so you sat on the other side of the bed and watched him carefully.

A silent battle began between you two, but you certainly would not have succumbed; Not that time, not for something so important.

“There is something that you’re hiding me, Y/N.”

“I like Taehyung.” You said straight without wasting any words, while his skin whitened and his mouth was wide open, without letting out any sound. He was upset, his lines were worthy of his best memes, and you had to keep from bursting to laugh at him into his face.

“What.. What did you just say? ”

“You heard, Kook. I like Taehyung. ”

Again he moved his mouth in search of saying something clever, but nothing came out of the sharp line he had created with his own mouth. You arching your eyebrow, waiting quietly but your brother seemed more upset every second that passed.

“You’re going to feel sick?”

“Maybe, my heart is going at an abnormal pace Y/N.”

“You’re going to have a heart attack, good death.” You whispered with an amused tone, giving him a little pat on his shoulder while his gaze became even more upset; “I swear that I’ll arrange a funeral worthy of your name.”

“How dare you!”

“I’m daring because you deserve to be beaten to death!”

He silenced himself to that phrase while you get up from your little space on the bed, starting to walk back and forth to the room that he shared with Jimin and Hoseok.

He remained silent, curling up in his space, knowing that he should act differently; you continued to walk back and forth, trying to figure out what to tell him.

“Why? You knew Taehyung had a crush on me and you didn’t tell me anything. ”

“You’re my sister.”

“And what does the hell this mean??”

“You deserve the best.” He whispered avoiding to look at you and you knew that he was lying. You sat down again and raised his face putting two fingers under his chin, looking at him with intensity in his eyes.

Those eyes so dark and intense that made you understand why his fans went crazy for his gaze.

“Liar.”

“Taehyung is my best friend, I’m just afraid he’ll take you away from me.”

His confession shook your heart, you felt it crushed in your bosom for the too much tenderness that he had poured into every single word. Without saying anything, you surrounded his neck with your arms and attracted him to you, hiding your face against his chest. His scent attacked your nostrils, remembering you those days hidden in his bedroom in Busan.

He sighed, reciprocating immediately the hug and resting his chin on your nape, exactly into your hair.

“Are you afraid that I will give more attentions to Taehyung rather than to my incredible, beautiful, perfect and talented older brother?”

“He’s a good guy and he really likes you, I know he just wants to make you happy.. And nothing, I’m scared. ”

It was strange to hear Jungkook that he was afraid, he did not like to show his weak side and above all, he did not love to show that he was human. He preferred to be labeled as the Golden Maknae, rather than show his weaknesses.

“You know, we were always together, you and me.. and know that.. I mean you have a near to be boyfr–”

“It’s not true that I’ll be his girlfriend. I mean, he hasn’t confessed anything yet. ”

“Idiot, as soon as we get out of this room he will do.. Also for this, I was so overprotective before.. I was trying to postpone the inevitable. ” He admitted with a thread of voice, tightening more the grip around your waist so that your bodies adhered perfectly to each other.

There was a sense of home and protection in that embrace that gave you the peace of mind to be able to calm your brother too, so with a huge smile you moved away and cupped his face into your hands. Sometimes you were surprised that he was the older between you two.

“Jeongguk, you are my brother. No boy, no relationship can ever change the fact that you are part of me and you will be forever. ”

“You’re so fricking cheesy.”

“Don’t make me regret it.” You pinched his cheek forcefully, pulling him out a little scream full of grief while you got up and headed for the room door.

Before you go out, you rest your hand on the handle and turn towards him, but without ceasing to smile in spite of his absolute hatred gaze.

“What??” He asked, coming back to pout like a few minutes earlier.

“I’m lucky to have you, Kook. Because in spite of all you remain the best brother in the world. ”

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ichoiheedong · 8 years

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As Long As You Love Me [Jungkook] (M)

Genre: mature/ angst /smut /fluff

Masterlist

summery :

i love you so much

no .. you’re a liar....

part / 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Part 1:

** Red velvet cupcakes

“Yes! dad i will accept to marry him if i failed but you can’t prevent me of

trying “ That was the last thing you told your father before deciding to leave the

house

A week later...

You sighed sitting behind the counter no one visited the café today if tomorrow

will be the same you will lose your mind for sure!!, every thing sucks here…

Your pov

Let me first tell you who i m; i’m not a spoiled brat like my mother is

always telling me i was lifeless and i never care about life anymore i even hate

my self for being like this i never succeed in any thing maybe it was because

unni had gone and she never comeback i become like this, she used to be a

pure heart a beautiful smile, but every time i remember that accident my eyes

watered it was all because that jerk husband was drunk he also died with her

maybe it was good for him or i was ready to end up his life using my soft hands

he took my unnie he burned my heart ..so that was me Park y/n ..

“Oppa” you said feeling sleepy after a hot bath ”

“My cutie pie how are you”

Oppa stop it!” you spat with frowned brows you know i’m not a kid anymore

“My little sister hated when oppa flirt with her i want to pinch your cheeks look

how cute you look !”park jimin giggled seeing your blushing face

“Tell me are you really going to come this weekend ?”

"Sure babe i already promised you to accompany you to visit Noona

graveyard “he said bitterly

You didn’t reply him both needed some silence you sighed remembering how

your unnie used to be jimin’s best sister, his everything his twin

"Oppa i missed you a lot you said nodding your head but jimin just grinned you

know how great with hiding feeling he was

"Take care until i come babe ok “he said

"Yeah you too don’t forget to eat healthy” Waving him a kiss was the last thing

you did before ending the video call You sighed because of how much

memories were alive.

Well, at least jimin will come this days so you could feel happy, you never

blame him because he went away maybe he needed that more than any one

could, no one had to blame him, Park jiyoon was his beloved sister they were

twins and she never be apart they were always together he was very upset

when she got married at 19 years and it was just because of your dad of

course, but what made it worse jimin never had a clue that she was suffering she was great in hiding things actually maybe going to control your business in

hong kong was the better choice for your oppa But you didn’t dare to tell him

about your dad decision yet, it was too much and you were sure your plan will

work so no need to fears no need to worry all you have to do is to forget that

you are Park jisoo daughter for 3 months..

You laid down on your bed thinking about your café why can’t you catch some

costumers for fuck sake!! where did they go instead?? you had a great

location You even had some gards around Omo!!!!! Is it why no one doesn’t

want to came here ???

Aishhh” you greeted you teeth hitting the big bear laying with you

"omg sorry browny i didn’t mean to hit you baby!!” you jumped on top of it

hugging it so tight” you were the only one who is feeling me right aah tell me

what shall i do i already lost a week”

—————–

“ I told you ajhassi i didn’t do that why can’t you believe me!! its ok i’m poor but

i never steal any ones money” jungkook tried his best to defend his self but in

avail that man pushed him

“ Go ,i fired you go before i will call the police That was the last thing he said

before going away from that area he sat on the ground resting his week body

The meal he ate in that ajhassi restaurant was the last one since two days and

the pain he had on his chest was hurting more than his growling stomach for

sure they broke him a rib and of course he never could go to hospital he was

broke that ajhassi he worked for but getting fired him money less and all was because a

misunderstanding jungkook was sure than man’s son has planned to that

because his father was always in jungkook’s side But this is too much He

sighed grinning bitterly when his eyes landed on a beautiful girl coming towards

the near market in the corner for some reasons he couldn’t took off his eyes

she shook his heart Jungkook grinned weakly What the hell was he

thinking! he can’t do that he wasn’t a right man for any girl any way jungkook

was really disgusting in his own eyes how about others!!!!

He sighed smacking back on the the big closed garage door

the girl finally entered the market so he couldn’t see her again Pain was too

much to handle but he could bear it he already passed by more horrible things

in his 24 years old his smirk was always there for him

, all he need now some rest some, sleep and some peace

“ Nooooooo please let me go “ Only god know how could he find strengh to

stood up running towards you Only god know too how he could hit the young

man that was trying to do something he pinched his stomach hard making him

growl in pain but he managed to run away…

. An hour before**

you need to go buy some food and ingredients you told one of the gardes

"Miss let me join you

"No i don’t want to look like a rich girl you know the rules

Fine

That was too much so you actually you immediately dialed your father number

"Appa putting to assholes in front of my place isn’t helping me But they will

protect you I know how to do my self so take them back before i will run away i

can survive for few months without gardes you shouted and hung up annoyed

Leaving the supermarket after buying your needs you didn’t notice the wolf looking at you he didn’t hesitate to grab your hands you shouted when he

started taking you along until suddenly some one saved you making that boy

ran away

Are you okay ?his voice brought your frightened mind to reality again

He was so handsome even he looked so dirty clothes you noticed some blood

stains in his white shirt His pants was old too he looked weak even his body

was really something Is he some beggar or what!!!

"Miss ? He asked you again

"Huh oh yeah i’m ok

You saw him bowed to grab some of hour belongings that fell down when you

struggled to release your self from that man Thank you i really don’t know what

to do if you didn’t save me”

Be careful next time” he smiled hugely

Oh wait please let me just do something to thank you can you please tell me what can i do

He grinned again ” you don’t have to he said you noticed the weakness in his

voice you even heard some voices coming from his stomach

You idiot y/n he is poor it means for sure he hasn’t any thing to eat You quickly

took the apple from the bag and handed it to him “ please accept this and if you want come to my café i will give you a nice warm coffee

Jungkook took the apple he know how much he needed it so bad to calm his

damn stomach

“ you don’t need that honestly just be careful thanks for the apple

Wait!!

he stopped your hands are hot “

Jungkook grinned bitterly for sure it s because of his injuries that gang hit him so fucking hard

“ Its ok miss i’m ok”

Nooo please you grabbed his arm Come with me i want to help you the same way you did

“Don’t please

“please

jungkook couldn’t protest he liked how much cute you was so he just walked

with you all along you way back to the café fortunately your apartment was

located on upstairs it was actually a nice design

please sit down you said smiling

well i have some medicine so i could give you you went straight to behind the

counter to bring the bottle and he took two pills with water

thank you” you did a lot i need to go now

“can i know what’s your name

“jungkook” he said smoothly taking your breath away

“nice to meet you jungkook i’m Park y/N and you can’t live without eating this you came with a big plate full of red velvet cupcakes and coffee

this is for you please enjoy it

jungkook didn’t believe what he was seeing he too one cup cake and eat it

it was the same...

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anonnie-in-wonderland · 2 years

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Home Calls the Heart

chapter: three

Word Count: 6.2k

rating: T (mentions of death and mental illness/depression, a brief moment of social etiquette cringe from reader, who is too awkward for life)

genre: romance | hurt/comfort| magic AU

tags: bts x reader | ot7 x reader | hybrid | poly| FM!reader

Emperor Penguin!Seokjin, Golden Retriever!Taehyung, Coyote!Hoseok, Mountain Lion!Yoongi, Wolfdog!Namjoon, Kingfisher!Jimin, Holland Lop!Jungkook

Author’s Note: Hello everyone, it’s been some time since the last update and I apologize about that but appreciate the patience. The taglist has grown considerably longer so I put it at the bottom. There are about 6 slots left open, but to keep it from getting to be a mile long I will close it down when I hit 50 people. Sorry in advance that I accidentally ended up back on my angst BS again this chap. Next one will likely be fluffier. 😭

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There was an undeniable awkwardness in the air, and (Y/N) couldn’t help but feel she was entirely to blame. Maybe she should have been more insistent about declining Taehyung’s offer to meet his family. It was evident to her now that they were indeed completely blindsided, though no one was overtly rude about her crashing their dinner.

On the contrary, the black-haired man who had taken one look at her and then fussed to get her a hot cup of tea was trying to make light conversation as he put the finishing touches on the evening meal.

Yoongi— the mountain lion, and Jimin and Taehyung’s hyung— had mostly focused on silently helping him after he shooed off Taehyung and told him to go let the others he had worried know he was back.

Jimin had cast her a small smile and a wave before joining the golden retriever. Which left (Y/N) with the two older men, sitting on a stool at the kitchen bar and feeling painfully in the way despite being physically well removed from the spot they were cooking in.

“Warming up any?” asked the broad-shouldered man, peeking at her from over said shoulder.

(Y/N) was quick to nod, now realizing just how lost she had been in her steaming cup of liquid. “Oh, um yeah, it’s doing the job really well.” She licked her lips, tasting the honey and chamomile of the tea, “Thank you.”

“That’s good. Let me know if you want more. It was probably freezing out there for you in just that sweater.” She had assumed that all of the others Taehyung lived with were hybrids as well, but to be completely honest, she had no idea what species of hybrid this man could be at a glance. And it was far from appropriate to ask when they had only just met.

“Taehyung let me borrow his scarf too.” She put in feebly, shrugging a little bashfully. (Y/N) had never planned to trek through the snow in such flimsy covering, but she had, and she felt foolish for it.

For the first time since resuming his spot next to the other man, Yoongi looked up and scoffed. “Which did exactly what for you? What you needed were layers.”

He was right, of course, but (Y/N) felt a little rankled by his tone. Was he blaming her or was he just gruff by nature?

“I’m sure she didn’t expect our pup to ambush her like that. You know how headstrong and impulsive Tae can be. Then there’s that big blue puppy eyed thing to contend with. It’s not a fair playing field.”

“Right?” (Y/N) agreed, happy someone was aware of the power of that puppy eye agenda. “I don’t think I stood a chance.”

“Try living with him.” He laughed, his full lips pulled into a bright smile. (Y/N) smiled too, a little bit of her nervousness melting away. His dark eyes twinkled, seeming to deem her reaction as a positive response, until something dawned on him. The loud gasp that came from him had Yoongi nearly losing his grip on the handle of the wok he was cooking with.

He gave the black-haired man a glare that went unnoticed. “Oh, I can’t believe I forgot to introduce myself in all this.” He frowned, placing a hand to his chest. “I’m Seokjin, or just Jin. The charming one.” Much to her amusement, he brought his thumb and index finger up to his chin, pushing his lips out a little and wiggling his eyebrows.

(Y/N) wanted to introduce herself as an automatic response, but she was pretty positive he had heard the other boys say her name already. Still, it didn’t hurt to be polite. “(L/N) (Y/N), nice to meet you.” She giggled. “And sorry for turning up unannounced.”

“It’s alright,” Seokjin reassured her, staring down at the meat he had been preparing and then nodding in satisfaction. It smelled heavenly, and despite (Y/N) not wanting to intrude on their dinner, she couldn’t deny that if offered a plate, she would probably eat. From what she could tell they were having stir fried rice and lamb skewers. “It’s not the first time Tae’s gone out and brought a friend back.”

(Y/N) tilted her head curiously at that, hoping the mysterious dog hybrid wasn’t collecting strangers at the park whenever the mood arose. Someone was going to assume he was a kidnapper.

“He brings home injured animals that need looking after every once in a while.” Yoongi clarified. “A whole human is a different story.”

(Y/N) once again felt somewhat unwanted, playing with her empty cup, unsure what to say.

“Don’t mind him, he gets a little flustered with company if he feels unprepared.” Jin rolled his eyes. “He’s probably nervous about you liking his cooking.”

(Y/N) wasn’t so sure it was that simple, but before Yoongi could reply, someone gave an exaggerated sniff, groaning as he sauntered into the kitchen area. “Ohh, lamb’s on the menu tonight.” The girl turned in her seat, trying not to stare too openly as yet another handsome hybrid showed up. In spite of her crappy best efforts, he caught her looking, staring back with intrigued brown eyes. “Hi, TaeTae’s guest, right?”

(Y/N) swallowed, her mouth dry at the warmth he oozed, barely managing a nod. He was wearing a baggy white t-shirt, black joggers and socks with matching slides. His hair—an interesting mixture of rust brown with some intermittent streaks of gray—looked soft, parted in a fringe that showed his forehead.

(Y/N) had never given a great deal of thought about how attractive a forehead could be, but here she was, checking one out. “I’m Hoseok, everybody’s hope.” he winked, two pointed canine ears flicking up. “Including yours now.” Despite his casual greeting, the position of his ears would suggest he was equal parts curious and alert. She couldn’t exactly blame him when a new face showed up unexpectedly in his space.

“(Y-Y/N)…” she waved stiffly, mentally smacking herself for being such an introverted dork at times. Hoseok only grinned a little wider, leaving her awed that his lips naturally formed the shape of a heart when his perfect white teeth were on display.

“Hobi here is our happy pill.” Jin said proudly. “It’s hard to be grumpy with him around. Right, Yoongi-yah?”

Yoongi grumbled something unintelligible, but his eyes were noticeably softer the minute he saw Hoseok, so there was definitely some credence to Jin’s claim.

“I heard a little already from Jimin,” Hoseok said, skirting around behind where she was seated and into the kitchen. “But Taehyung latched onto you at the park, huh?” He reached up into a cabinet and handed Jin a platter. (Y/N) tried not to stare too much as the man piled the plate high with perfectly browned meat.

“Something like that…I was having lunch and I noticed a really pretty golden retriever that was unaccompanied wandering around. When he came over to me I just felt for him I guess,” (Y/N) toyed with an old ring on her pinkie finger, one that had once belonged to her mother. “No one likes being out in the cold all alone.”

(Y/N) wasn’t entirely sure if she was speaking about Taehyung or herself there. It wasn’t a stretch to say her mind was muddled when the hybrid had come trotting over to her.

“You have to admit, following a hybrid you don’t even know back home is kind of risky.” Hoseok tilted his head, eyebrows pulling up as if he was trying to discern what would make her do it.

“We’re nice people,” Seokjin huffed, making quick work of setting the table once Yoongi scraped the rice out of the pan. “(Y/N)’s got nothing to worry about.”

“Not like she knew that when she walked through the door though,” Yoongi turned to her. “In the future, be a little more cautious, for your own sake. The last I checked, small humans like yourself are fragile.”

It sounded well-meaning enough, like concern, in his own way. So (Y/N) chose to take it as a friendly(ish) reminder. “Not that fragile…” she sniffed. “I took a few years of jiu jitsu as a kid. I was a purple belt.”

The feline hybrid stared blankly, as if silently asking what that was supposed to mean to him exactly. Flustered, (Y/N)’s chest deflated, “Right, noted. I’ll be better about paying attention to my surroundings in the future.”

“Okay, okay.” Hoseok sang out, “How about we lay off a little. She’s a guest. No need to go scaring her off, hyung.” In a move that looked incredibly brave from (Y/N)’s vantage point, Hoseok playfully leaned into Yoongi’s face, squishing his cheeks together until they resembled dumplings. For a fleeting second, (Y/N) wanted to coo. At Yoongi. The grumbly, so-far-solemn mountain lion.

His long tail came up, lightly slapping against Hoseok’s wrist, making the other man step back with a fond smile. “Just call the rest, would you? Tell them food’s done.”

“On it!” Hoseok bounced away with a cute little smile and a salute. Jin shook his head, but there was nothing but affection on his face.

“(Y/N), grab a seat,” He pulled out a chair, beckoning her over to the table. (Y/N) blinked, a little surprised. If anything, she would have expected to eat at the counter. There was plenty of space. What if by sitting at the table, she took someone’s seat? No way she was about to put someone out when these men had already let her come in out of the cold, despite her being a total stranger.

Seeming to notice her dilemma, Jin’s eyes grew warm and reassuring. “Don’t worry about taking someone’s spot.” The rectangular table had eight chairs set around it, all of the places set except the seat at the head, something she didn’t feel comfortable commenting on. “Our youngest is probably going to eat upstairs again tonight,” Jin sounded a little disappointed by the prospect, but that too was something (Y/N) was hardly going to pry about. Some people didn’t do well with surprises, like unexpected company at dinner. Who was she to subject someone antisocial or painfully shy to her presence?

Slowly, she slid from her stool at the counter, clutching her empty teacup until Seokjin noticed she still had it. “Oh here,” he took it from her, setting it in the sink, probably thinking he was being nice. Little did he know that the teacup and its happy bunny pattern had been something to physically cling onto, keeping her nerves at bay just slightly.

“Thanks,” she said, not wanting to explain that. (Y/N) took the seat she was directed to, her stomach giving an involuntary gurgle with the meat and bell pepper skewers right in front of her eyes. The rice accompanying the protein and veggies cooked to perfection too.

“Poor thing, you sound hungry.”

(Y/N) blushed. Of course Jin would have heard it. Which meant he was a hybrid after all then. Yoongi likely heard it too. He just didn’t deem it worth commenting on, taking his spot diagonal from hers across the table. Thundering footsteps kept there from being a need for strained attempts at conversation (luckily), Jin’s handsome features puckering into a sour expression as several boys slid through the door all at once, nearly toppling each other over. “Yah, have you all lost your minds, running in my kitchen?”

A chorus of “Sorry hyung,” in different voices had (Y/N) smiling to herself as they filed through the kitchen with more composure. Taehyung made a beeline for her as soon as he saw her, his tail wagging as he plopped down beside her, their shoulders brushing.

His eagerness to be near her eased her nerves just a little, making her feel less awkward as the rest of the hybrids filed in. There was only one she didn’t think she had met, a tall, tanned hybrid with dark rectangular ears similar to Hoseok’s, if not slightly larger. They met eyes, (Y/N) getting swept into his deep, inquisitive gaze.

“Joon-hyung, this is (Y/N).” Jimin introduced, also finding his place at the table. The avian hybrid looked very cozy in a striped long-sleeved shirt that fell over his hands, baggy sweatpants nearly covering his bare feet. From so close, she found his wings twice as gorgeous as before. Such a striking shade of cobalt blue, every feather groomed just so as the feathery appendages stayed tucked against his back. She had never seen a winged hybrid before, come to think of it. A slew of questions she was too shy to ask stayed balanced on the tip of her tongue. Were his wings heavy? Did he have to clean them in a special way? Was it uncomfortable keeping them tucked in like that?

All of these things were pushed to the wayside when she realized the hybrid she didn’t know was talking to her. “Nice to meet you,” he nodded at her, voice deep and expression cordial. “I’m Namjoon.”

“Hi Namjoon,” she swallowed, not sure why her palms felt a bit sweaty. It was probably just that he had such a commanding presence, though she wasn’t uncomfortable. “Likewise.”

As he made his way toward a seat at the table, his black and silver tail swept out when he turned, knocking into and nearly turning over a cup full of liquid there. Only Hoseok’s fast reflexes saved it, Namjoon whirling around with a small gasp, eyes startled and then sheepish. “Oh I…I didn’t mean to do that.” He muttered, causing the man beside him to laugh brightly, patting his arm. “We know, Joonie.”

“Just sit down.” Yoongi clicked his tongue.

The burly hybrid quickly lowered into his seat, looking as though he was trying not to draw further attention to himself. His shoulders were hunched in and his ears were down as he picked up his cup with concentration and took a delicate sip. (Y/N) softened, his display of clumsiness cutting his intimidation factor cleanly in half. Besides, they had only just met, and he hadn’t done anything to her besides tell her his name. The young woman mentally scolded herself for letting her nerves get the best of her.

Jin whisked by out of the kitchen holding a plate of food. “I’ll take Jungkook his dinner.” He announced, “There better be enough for me when I get back! And (Y/N) be sure to go ahead and dig in. You have to be quick when you’re eating with a bunch of animals.”

She blinked, “Okay…”

“I’ll help you,” Taehyung offered, taking her plate for her and beginning to put rice on it. He added three lamb skewers to it and presented the food to her with proud eyes.

“T-Thanks, it looks great.” (Y/N) directed the compliment at Yoongi as she carefully took the plate. He nodded silently, eating the fruits of his and Seokjin’s labor.

Although she readied her chopsticks, (Y/N) still paused, having the sense of having barged in on their quiet family meal, despite the circumstances that had brought her to their doorstep.

“Everything okay?” It was Jimin who’d asked, tilting his head in her direction curiously as he bit into the skewer of lamb in his hand.

It felt like all eyes drifted her way, and (Y/N) bobbed her head in a nod, clearing her throat. “Uh it’s just that,” she laughed nervously. “I’m a vegetarian.”

All the sounds of activity around the table stopped, the hybrids staring with bulging eyes, except Yoongi, who lifted a brow.

“She can’t eat this, hyung,” Taehyung reached for her plate, expression serious. “What else do we have that’s—”

Before he could completely tug it away, (Y/N) grabbed his wrist, wincing. “Sorry, sorry. That was just…it was a really crappy attempt at a joke. I’m not a vegetarian. I’m just an awkward dumbass that didn’t know how to explain I was too nervous to take a bite. I didn’t know what to say and I blurted that out, so just…sorry.”

As the hybrids processed her words, everyone sank back into their chairs, panic fading. “Some joke.” Yoongi huffed.

“So…you like bad jokes?” Taehyung asked thoughtfully. “How do you feel about puns?”

(Y/N) shrugged, “I’m not eggxactly opposed to a good one.”

Several of the men groaned, Hoseok chuckling across the table from her. “Oh, Jin’s gonna be over the moon excited.”

Any lingering awkwardness and tension died down, the sounds of eating filling the room. Taking that as her cue, (Y/N) tentatively dug in, feeling self-conscious even as the others around her ate heartily. That first bite of the tender lamb was like her tongue being serenaded by the perfect blend of flavors. It had been so long since she’d had any, especially seasoned to perfection. Her pleasure must have been written clearly across her face, the tip of her a finger startling her as it poked her bulging cheek. Taehyung watched her in amusement, a knowing look in his eyes. “Good, right?”

“Uh-huh,” If there was one thing bound to make her lose any bashfulness with new people, it was great tasting food. “So good,” Was she drooling? Hopefully not. It was the kind of meal that tasted so amazing that it was tempting to go for another big bite before the first had even been chewed and swallowed. “Compliments to the chefs.”

“You like it?” Jin had stepped back into the kitchen, sans the plate he had been carrying, at that exact moment. “It’s nothing much really.”

“Listen to him, pretending to be modest.” Namjoon smirked. “We all know you’re proud of your cooking, hyung. Well, (Y/N) didn’t, but now she does.”

“Aish,” Jin scolded, “Don’t tell on your hyung! People like a little feigned modesty every now and then.”

(Y/N) found herself further relaxed, taking a sip of the juice she’d been given. Taehyung sighed happily, “This is going better than I thought it would. See, (Y/N)? Everything’s fine.”

“Speaking of (Y/N), not to put you on the spot, but I still have a few questions.” Namjoon spoke again, and the girl urged him to go on with a nod. “When did you meet Taehyung? I thought we knew all of his friends, and most are, well…hybrids.”

Taking her time wiping sauce from the corner of her mouth, (Y/N) tried to formulate a proper answer, sensing that more than just Namjoon was curious about her. “I was having lunch by myself in the park earlier today, and I noticed a pretty dog walking around, looking for someone to play with.”

Yoongi fixed Taehyung with a pointed stare at this. “Wandering up to strangers without wearing your collar? Do you realize what the consequences of pulling a stunt like that could be?”

Taehyung’s ears folded down against his fluffy hair, avoiding his hyung’s eyes. “It was the easiest test I could think of to find a nice human. I figured I’d know a good one when I found them,”

“Why were you looking for a ‘nice human’?” Hoseok prodded, shooting (Y/N) a quick smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Whatever kind of animal instincts he had, they seemed to be on alert in regards to her. “Not that you don’t seem like one.”

“No, no I get it,” (Y/N) assured, putting a bit more rice in her mouth. “I turned up at your house kinda suddenly.”

“Answer the question, pup.” Yoongi said.

(Y/N) could feel Jimin tense up beside her, his wings making a quiet sound as he shuffled in his seat.

“I wanted…to find one who’d be willing to join our family.” He confessed. “Nothing’s been the same without Gramps.” His deep voice cracked, raw with emotion. “So I just thought maybe…”

“…Are you serious?” Yoongi said. (Y/N) had been staring at her plate, but she risked a peek in his direction, and immediately wished she hadn’t. Those limpid feline eyes, so green, were shiny with emotion. Rage? Sadness? Shock? All of the above? It was hard to say. “He’s been dead one fucking week, and you bring someone home with the intention of replacing him, without even consulting us?”

Just like that, all the tension taut enough to steal the air from her lungs was back. Taehyung looked ready to get up as Yoongi made to leave the table. “Hyung, it’s not like that—”

Yoongi rounded on him with startling grace. “Then tell me what it is like, Taehyung.” The big cat demanded. “Tell me what was going through your head, to feel the need to rush out and drag home some weird girl, sit her down at our table, and tell us this out of the blue.”

(Y/N) couldn’t look at a single one of them. Hearing that she had been brought to visit so soon after what sounded like a severe loss made her feel immensely guilty. The eighth spot that wasn’t set, Taehyung’s loneliness and sadness when she touched him, the wariness some of the hybrids displayed towards her. It all made sense. They were fresh in their mourning, and here she was, an intruder who had no right to be among them.

“You’ve got to admit, you didn’t think it out.” Hoseok’s voice wasn’t as sharp as Yoongi’s, but it caused her to flinch nonetheless. There was an undercurrent of disappointment that ate into (Y/N) even if it might not have been directed at her. “Gramps was…he was an amazing human. We all know that. What other person would be crazy enough and compassionate enough to take in a group like us, and raise us like his own kids?”

“I’m not trying to replace him at all!” Taehyung sounded so desperate for them to understand, his words pleading. “I swear I’m not. I know how much he meant to us,” he was starting to tear up, his pain, all their pain making (Y/N) rub at her chest. Sometimes, when animals in the vicinity were hurting enough, she didn’t need to touch them to feel their emotions. Apparently it was the same for hybrids. The grief all of them had over their departed caregiver was obvious, a palpable weight in her chest. “He saved me that day…he meant everything to me too.” As he broke down, scrubbing at his eyes as he began to sob, Jimin stood, walking around (Y/N)’s seat and encircling him in a fierce hug, his wings spreading a little to shelter his friend.

“Did you know?”

The tight, raspy voice belonging to Yoongi startled her from her dazed state of silence.

“Did I…know?” She croaked.

“That he wanted you to join our family? Did you know we’d only just lost our human?” He clarified. “I thought it was weird, you just up and following our pup home. I know Tae’s charming, but it was so abrupt.”

Throat itching, wrapped up in all the melancholy that had overtaken the six of them, (Y/N) felt the need to speak up, explain her side of things. She hadn’t meant to be hurt them, wasn’t trying to be complicit in rubbing salt in what she now knew to only be a week old wound. From losing Ha-Kun, (Y/N) was perfectly aware that the loss of someone dear took much, much longer to start closing than that. Right now their anguish was an exposed nerve, and she had stepped on it.

“I…um, yeah.” (Y/N) admitted, sounding tiny even to herself. But, undoubtedly they heard her just fine. “He told me not long after we met.” Yoongi’s features curled in disdain. “But I didn’t come here because I agreed.” she rushed to add, “It’s not because I’m trying to replace anyone. I would never diminish the grief you must all be feeling by assuming I could come in and sweep away the memory of a man who was clearly very dear to you all.”

“It’s not…not (Y/N)’s fault…” Taehyung lifted his face from Jimin’s neck to explain. “I was pushy. M’ sorry hyungs…Jiminie…I didn’t think about your feelings. And I’m sorry to you too, (Y/N), for dragging you into this.” He whimpered, and without thinking too much, (Y/N) reached over and placed a reassuring hand on his arm.

“Well, I still agreed to come home with you, didn’t I?” she mumbled. “I thought I could help you deal with some of that pain I felt, but that might have been really presumptuous of me. I didn’t even know the full situation.” Rising to her feet, she bowed deeply to all of them. “I can’t thank any of you enough for letting me into your home, and even feeding me. I think I’ve done enough harm, though. I should go.”

“No!” Taehyung cried, snagging her sleeve as she pushed in her chair.

“Taehyung, I’m sorry, but I—”

“Wait,” Namjoon’s commanding tone was enough to halt her in her tracks. “What did you mean when you said some of the pain you felt?”

(Y/N) hadn’t even realized her slip. Not that her power was anything she necessarily hid. But it also wasn’t something she went around volunteering at random. However, given that it was largely responsible for how she had ended up in her current predicament, maybe it was best to come completely clean.

“Oh, that’s because I kinda…have a special ability.” Her eyes darted from one male to the next, gauging their general reaction. “You know, magic. Empathic magic. Since I was little, I’ve been able to feel and understand the emotions of animals.”

Yoongi narrowed his eyes, “We’re not—”

“And hybrids too, I think.”

“So when we met at the park…” Taehyung was clearly beginning to piece it together. “You…you…”

“I felt what you did.” (Y/N) confirmed, a warm tear sliding from her eye.“I couldn’t leave you like that, so I told myself whatever I could do to step in and help, I would. I kind of do it for a living. I’m an animal behaviorist. I try to help animals express themselves and guide people towards understanding their emotions.”

“I’ve read about humans like you.” Namjoon informed her. “They’re pretty rare these days. Only something like one in every two hundred thousand has a gift, right?”

“Something like that.” (Y/N) said lightly, gripping the back of her chair hard, instincts still urging her to run away. “I’ve never met anyone else with a gift in my life, to be honest.” Pausing, she considered another possibility, “Or maybe I have, and they were being discreet.”

“Either way, none of us have ever met someone like you before.” Hoseok said.

“Yep, I’m not a garden-variety weirdo.” she joked weakly. “I’m a rare weirdo.”

That broke the tension, just a little, several of the hybrids staring in soft amusement. “Anyway, I’m really sorry for any trouble I might’ve caused, and sorry for making dinner…this.” she gestured around. “I uh, my condolences too, for your loss.”

“Thank you.” Seokjin smiled.

(Y/N) scrambled away from the table, heart hammering as she felt Taehyung’s burning stare follow her. ‘I know I gave up before I even tried. I’m sorry I let you believe I was someone special who could help.’

Surprisingly, it wasn’t the golden retriever—who looked every bit the kicked puppy—that called out to her first.

“(Y/N), hold on.” Jin approached slowly, as if trying not to corner a startled animal. She blinked. Wow, she must look really uncomfortable and desperate to escape. “How far away do you live? There’s supposed to be a cold front with heavier snowfall coming tonight. If you plan to walk, then I’m going to have to put my foot down.”

Walking back to the parking lot to retrieve her car was exactly what she had planned to do. “I’m sure it’s not too bad.” She tried, but the older man was having none of it.

“It’s too dangerous, and you don’t even have a proper coat or boots.” Seokjin disputed, “You aren’t going.”

“Listen to Jin,” Yoongi huffed. “If you think you caused so much trouble now, think of how much more you’d be causing if you went out in that storm and got lost or froze to death. This one’s already about to cry.” He pointed to Taehyung, who indeed appeared ready to shed tears.

“Stay the night.” Jin offered, patting her shoulder. “I’m sure Tae would like that.”

Taehyung’s tail was wagging hard, his sterling blue eyes hopeful as he remained beside Jimin. “C’mon (Y/N), at least until the storm passes?”

(Y/N) mentally weighed her options, glancing out the kitchen window to see the snow coming down in a flurry. No way would she be able to see to make it back to her car safely. It would be just fine parked where it was overnight. No one was going to risk getting buried in the snow to go bother it. “You make a tempting offer gentlemen,” she finally conceded. “I don’t think I have much choice.”

“Now that that’s sorted out, everybody sit down.” Jin ordered, shooing everyone who had stood back toward the table. “If my cooking isn’t appreciated, I’ll be the next person crying.”

Taehyung maintained a firm grip on one of her hands throughout the rest of the meal, but after the dramatic turn things had taken there, the empath couldn’t find it in herself to complain.

“Seriously, I don’t have any trouble sleeping on the couch downstairs.” (Y/N) uselessly repeated for the fourth time. It was pointless, because Seokjin was hearing none of it.

“Oh hush,” he rolled his eyes. “The couch is alright for naps, but it can get a little drafty down there in the winter. I could turn on the fireplace,” he considered, turning down the sheets. “But wouldn’t you rather be nice and cozy up here?” The man, who she had found out was also a bird hybrid, patted the bed enticingly.

“It looks amazing, especially after the long day I’ve had, don’t get me wrong,” (Y/N) assured him, “It’s just…this is clearly someone’s bedroom.” The space was far too lived in to think otherwise. There was an open sketchbook with doodles on the writing desk near the bedroom’s window, and a vintage camera close to it. Whoever owned the device knew what they were doing, a cork board of pinned photos of happy smiling faces and serene skylines displayed there. Not to mention the partially opened closet full of male clothes and the set of weights in the corner. “Where are they going to sleep?”

“Jungkookie? Don’t worry about him. He’s sleeping down the hall tonight anyway.” Jin explained. “He knows we have a guest, and I don’t think he’ll be too upset about you using his room for the night,” Finished switching out the sheets, the bird hybrid tucked them neatly away in a dresser drawer.

“The more of your hospitality I use up, the worse I feel.” (Y/N) perched herself on the edge of the bed, having to silently admit that it was very comfy. If it felt this good just to sit down on it, laying there on her back was bound to feel even better.

Seokjin sat beside her, placing his hands on her shoulders to focus her attention on him. “(Y/N), it’s alright,” he said earnestly. “I know things got…intense downstairs. And it’s true we were caught off guard. But that doesn’t mean we’re putting you out in the cold just because Taehyung did something impulsive. It’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong, so stop sulking.” Her heart skipped a beat as he leaned in a little, “In fact, stare into my handsome face until it’s imprinted into your head. Then when you fall asleep, you’re guaranteed to have good dreams.”

(Y/N) gave an unattractive snort, quickly covering her lips and then tittering into her hand. Seokjin said it like he was trying to hypnotize her into obeying. What a goofball.

“Yah, there’s nothing funny about a face this good looking.” He fussed, “Are you rejecting my offer?”

“Of course I’d never turn down an offer so generous.” (Y/N) sobered, though it was hard to fight the grin edging back onto her lips. “A face that beautiful, and I get to look at it for free? Lucky me.”

“That’s what I’m saying.” Jin agreed. In hindsight, him being an emperor penguin made a lot of sense. He carried himself with a certain self-assured elegance. “Anyway, you should be all set now. There’s a bathroom just down the hall to the left if you want to shower before bed.”

He got up to leave, telling her where he would be if she found she needed anything else in the middle of the night. (Y/N) was grateful, but imposing again was the last thing she planned to do. She would cause as little disruption as possible and then trekk back to her car after saying the proper goodbyes in the morning.

Although…a hot shower might help with her nervous energy. (Y/N) looked down at herself with a light frown. If she wanted to shower she would have to put the same clothes back on for the night… Sighing heavily, the girl decided maybe she wasn’t getting that shower after all. Her fingers had only just started to peel back the sheets when a knock came at the door. Snapping upright, she tried to tamp down the unnecessary feeling of guilt, like she was somewhere she shouldn’t be. “C-Come in,” she called.

The door creaked open, a blue head slowly peeking in. (Y/N) met Jimin’s eyes, a little smile on his face. “Good, you’re still awake. I wanted to bring you these,” he trotted in the room with fabric draped over his arm, holding it out to her. “To borrow for the night.”

(Y/N) carefully accepted the bundle, realizing he had brought her a pajama set. Unfolding them and holding them out, she surmised it should fit pretty well. Jimin was taller but there shouldn’t be any issues of them being too large.

“You didn’t have to,” she said, “I could have just slept in what I’m wearing.”

“You could’ve, but now you don’t have to.” The hybrid insisted, his tone edging on sassy.

“Well thanks,” (Y/N) relented easily, because truth be told she still wanted that shower and now she had a change of clothes. “I appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome,” When he smiled, his cheeks were so cute. “Tae wanted to come say goodnight anyway, but he’s busy with the hyungs. So I said I’d do it.”

(Y/N) winced in sympathy for the poor dog hybrid. “How’s he holding up? They’re not going too hard on him, are they?”

“My hearing isn't as good as some of the others, but I know he’s getting an earful.” Jimin revealed, playing with his fingers. “Oh, but don’t worry about it,” he added when he saw her frown. “It’s TaeTae, so they won’t be mad for too long.”

(Y/N) supposed that was all she could hope for. At the end of the day, Taehyung had been trying to help his family, as unorthodox as his idea was.

Jimin looked back, eyeing the door he’d left cracked, and then studying her with big, soft eyes. Not for the first time, (Y/N) was mesmerized by how positively angelic he was. “Can I tell you something?”

(Y/N) was so captivated by how pretty he was, she nodded without hesitation. He could tell her about the stock market report and she would listen dutifully. “Keep it just between us…” he started, licking his lips, “But I’m glad you’re here. I hope you can help Jungkookie, and the hyungs too.”

“I’m not,” (Y/N) hesitated, “Sure they really want my help. And if you mean the Jungkook that Jin mentioned, I haven’t even met him.”

“You might if you want to stick around…” he whispered, staring down at his slipper clad feet. “Gramps was home. Some of us don’t remember where we came from before, and some of us got ripped away from our families and then tossed around like property up for grabs. Gramps was never like that. Maybe he had magic too. He just felt that special.” (Y/N) listened solemnly, letting Jimin wipe at his watery eyes. “I understand what Tae was trying to do.”

Tentatively, (Y/N) stuck out her hand. “I don’t know if I can become your human so suddenly, but would it be alright if I became your friend?”

His face lit up, and (Y/N) thought she might melt at the way his eyes disappeared into his full cheeks when he was beaming. “That’s perfect.” He said, accepting her hand.

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effortlessly pt. 5 (m) || jungkook & reader

title: effortlessly pairing: jungkook x reader genre: fluff, romance, school!au, smut (watch out bitches!! jk i tried) words: ~4.2k (... after i edit it multiple times lol) note: this fic is turning out longer than intended.......... yep oh well warnings: this chapter contains smut.

series: part one || part two || part three || part four || part five || part six || part seven || part eight || part nine || part ten || epilogue

It’s a series of letters.

As I sit alone along the shoreline of the beach here in the States, the only sounds are the waves crashing on the rocks that sit by the water; it’s a reminder of how isolated I am. Out of all the people I could be thinking of, you’re still occupying my mind. Maybe it’s how supportive of a friend you are or possibly just how effortlessly convivial you can be amongst a group of people, regardless of the familiarity but I long for that comforting feeling you bestow on those lucky enough to receive.

I met a girl today.

She’s sweet, and also Korean. Communication can be rough here, and if I’m being completely honest, I thought that these emotions I had harbored for you were just something I kept out of the loneliness. But meeting this girl was almost solidifying what I felt for you, and how much I regret coming here, away from it all. Dreams are dreams, they’re aspirations that you hoped to aim for, but as humans, we are selfish, desiring for more. I wanted more. I wanted you.

Reminiscing to the time we first met, I thought of you as just Jungkook’s little friend who stuck by his side like glue. Someone who followed him around because she crushed on him and he didn’t reciprocate. Boy, I was wrong. I never realized how much Jungkook enjoyed your support, wanting you to be there, how motivating it was for you to cheer in the sidelines until I was one of the people you were encouraging.

I never felt so driven to my goals in my entire life. It’s probably how I’ve gotten so far. At this rate, Jungkook is going to be an olympian because of you.

Alarmed by Jungkook’s presence, you jolt in your seat on the bleachers, holding the letter against your chest. “Fuck, you scared me.”

He’s drying his soaked hair with a towel, shirtless with only his swim trunks on, eyeing you prudently. You had been reading the letters that Taehyung had left in the envelope, all written on thin pieces of parchment paper as if he didn’t own any actual stationary. They’d been so flimsy yet folded in such a way that when it had fallen out previously, it almost seemed like just one sheet of paper.

“What did those letters say?”

“Uh, nothing worthwhile.” You respond abruptly.

Jungkook pauses in the midst of his actions, bewilderment written on his face. “Are you alright? You... are acting a bit suspicious.”

Ambiguously, you hunch over, slipping everything back into the bag. Jungkook and your relationship was fresh, so fresh that it had only been a couple days of being together and you were already hit with an obstacle. Do you tell Jungkook things Taehyung said? Do you let him read the letters? They felt personal, something between just the two of you, but Jungkook was your boyfriend now.

“Let’s... talk about this later,” You conclude, ascending from the seat while grabbing your personal items. “Will you be ready soon? I kind of want to go right now.” Taking your wrist, his hand warmly tightens in the grip but loosens up promptly. “Hey, are you alright? You seem a bit off.”

From behind Jungkook, you detect Taehyung walking in your direction with Hoseok by his side, exchanging laughter during their route. His eyes meet yours for a moment before you quickly avert your attention, fixating it back on Jungkook as your cheeks flush pink. “I just want to go home. Can we go home?”

He nods, unzipping his duffel bag and pulls out a T-shirt. “We can go. I need to go change my pants in the bathroom—“

Taehyung and Hoseok are getting closer.

“OK— let’s go,” Snatching his bag, you tug on his arm and rush to the locker room, Jungkook trailing behind with his shirt barely on. “Oh— what—“

Finally reaching the changing room, you look around for any potential athletes. Sighing after realizing everyone has left, you rummage through his belongings for his shorts. “Don’t be mad if I tell you this.”

“Why would I ever be mad at you?”

Your eyes look through your curled lashes, Jungkook watches your expression with a tightened heart. Jesus, even when you’ve got him so anxious that he feels like he’s sitting at the edge of his seat, he can’t help but think how pretty you look.

“I think Taehyung was trying to confess to me.”

Immediately, his face washes over with anger. “What? Taehyung tried to confess to you? Is that what those letters were about?” Nodding in response, you fist the hem of your shirt restlessly. The last thing you wanted was for Jungkook to view his role model in a different light. “Well, they were just letters he wrote with how he felt about me while away. I’m not sure how to react. I’m sure it’s nothing serious though—”

“You don’t, that’s what you do. Why would you do anything? Other than reject him, you tell him you have a boyfriend now and that what he’s doing is wrong.”

“But he’s a friend, Jeon.”

“A friend who just told you he likes you despite the fact that he knows you’re dating someone.”

“He didn’t know before that.”

Thwarted, he leans over and pulls the waistband of his shorts down, exposing more of his skin than intended. He’s too annoyed and frustrated to even care that his swim trunks are down to his ankles, completely revealing himself in his all naked glory before taking his shorts out of your hands. Blood rushes into your cheeks at the sight, turning your head away.

“Why do you keep defending him? Do you still like him?”

Your face snaps back to his direction, forgetting about his current state before reversing your head away again. “Of course not, why would you ask that?”

“Because you’re acting awfully uncomfortable with him around and defending him like you have something to hide.”

“Jeon, I don’t. You know that I like you.”

“If I’m being honest,” He’s in the midst of dressing himself as he speaks before running his fingers through his hair. “We’ve only been dating a couple days and before that, I assumed you still had a crush on Taehyung.”

Standing up, you scowl at his response. “That was just an observation you had, not the truth. Jeon, are you jealous?” You find yourself drawing closer to Jungkook, arms draping over his shoulders before caressing the nape of his neck gingerly. He exhales out a deep breath, giving into your touch and resting his hands on your waist, lids falling shut. “A bit, yeah. How could I not? You used to tell me all these things about him— how kind and sweet he is, how he gives you snacks during our practices, how he does these little things for you that shows he cares... how am I supposed to compete with that?”

“You don’t,” You reiterate his words from earlier. “You don’t try to compete, you don’t think about him or what he has done. You’re just you, that’s more than enough for me.”

“Okay, okay. I know. It’s just... I’ve always looked up to Taehyung, and you know this. He has everything I could only dream of having, including you—”

“Jungkook, he doesn’t have me. You have me.”

His eyes soften. After being friends with you for so long, he couldn’t believe that he’d been lucky enough to have you in his arms. His anger diminishes from the tone of your assuring words as he presses his forehead against yours. It had been a haunting thought in his mind throughout the decade, how you could ever possibly be his. And with you in his embrace now, he’s not sure if he deserves having you here or how to keep you.

“Okay, I... alright. Maybe you can have a civil conversation with him about this and let him down easy.” He suggests, lifting his solemn gaze to meet with yours. Jungkook felt uneasy at the idea of you being alone with Taehyung, but he’d come to understand that it was the right thing to do. “I just don’t want to be dropped because Hyung suddenly realizes what he’s missing.”

“Well,” You shrug nonchalantly as you continue. “He’s super late. You’ve always had me, it just... took awhile for me to realize it too. Thankfully, I wasn’t late.”

“You would’ve never been late,” Jungkook admits, feeling as though all the pieces have fallen into place after hearing your confession on that very night. To him, it was the start of something new, despite always having been by your side. You were finally his. “I couldn’t even notice any other girls, look how many had confessed to me yet I was so blinded by you!”

Clicking your tongue, you slap his chest in unison with a light laugh. “Oh, shut up. Guess it’s my turn to let someone down.”

A week later is when you’re confident enough to confront Taehyung.

“You wanted to talk?” Taehyung asks, approaching you on the sidelines of the football field that’s occupied by the players during their daily practice. The sound of the coach’s whistle rings in your ears, interrupting your thoughts as well as Taehyung’s voice. You wanted to talk to him alone, not entirely alone, but enough to not cause any discomfort.

“Yeah,” You say softly, the bag of gifts and letters in one of your hands. “This... thank you, Taehyung, for this. But I can’t accept your gift if it means I have to accept your feelings.”

His expression is sullen. “I’m not asking you to accept them, I just wanted to let you know that they exist, and that they always have.” Taehyung lets out a sigh, glancing over at the field. “Keep the gifts, they were things I bought because I thought of you when I laid my eyes on it.” Arms dropping along with your body, you plop onto the bench. “Why did you decide to tell me now?”

“I’ve wanted to tell you since the moment I realized it when I was in the States. I was waiting for my next trip here to finally let you know,” He declares, sitting beside you. “Didn’t think Jungkook had the balls to actually confess to you. It was about time.”

“I was the one who confessed.”

Taehyung turns to you with widened eyes, startled. “Really? You’re the one who confessed? Turns out Jungkook really doesn’t have the balls.”

You frown. “Don’t say that, I did it discreetly and he overheard. He didn’t think I felt anything back for him.”

“Regardless, I can’t believe he actually made a move. He’s been crushing on you forever. What friend talks about his best friend that frequently without having feelings for her? He even had me falling for you with how he describes you.”

“You fell for me?” Appalled, you turn to meet his gaze. “You’re in love with me? I thought you just... liked me.”

“Are you kidding?” He exasperates, shaking his head in disbelief. “Look at yourself, you’re gorgeous. Understanding of others, kind, selfless— who wouldn’t fall for you? Your only flaw is how oblivious you are to these things. You know how you thought Jungkook was an idiot when it came to girls having feelings for him? You’re the same way but with men! Hoseok even liked you for a bit before realizing that Jungkook had already been smitten by you.”

“What?” Was the only word you managed to choke out, astonished by all the information being thrown at you at once. “Did Jungkook never tell you? Hoseok said he liked you but Jungkook mentioned something about loving you for so long... but don’t get me wrong, Kook would never tell his friend not to go for it.”

“Then what?”

“Hoseok... waited. Wanted to see how legitimate Jungkook’s feelings were for you. Figured out that Jungkook couldn’t even get himself a girlfriend because he was so caught up with you so Hoseok gave up so Kook could... chase.”

“And you?” You’ve got your bottom lip between your teeth, biting anxiously that it would be swollen by the time you let it go. “What about you?”

He chuckles at your reaction, pushing his hair back, away from his face. “Probably around the same time as Hoseok, I got caught too. Difference is that I knew Jungkook liked you, just wasn’t sure if it was worth ruining a friendship for.” Taehyung shakes his leg apprehensively, eyes warding from you and focused on the players running amuck. “It wasn’t. Jungkook looked up to me, despite the fact that we are friends. He wanted to be me— with this scholarship and opportunity overseas. But I hope he realizes what he’s giving up if he gains all of that.”

You raise a brow questioningly. “And what’s that?”

“What I said in the letter,” His stare trails down the field as the members of the school’s football team begin another set of drills, yelling and hollering at each other. “You’re away from the people you love. You’re away from the girl you’re in love with. Your friends aren’t near anymore, not a phone call away. You start to miss your mom nagging your ear off and the way your dad chews his food so obnoxiously.”

“Is... that how you feel?” Pulling your legs to your chest, you rest your chin on knees, lips pressed into a straight line. “Are you lonely over there, Tae?”

“All the time,” He confesses, gathering enough courage to finally turn and watch you. “I miss everything about here, that’s why I grabbed the first flight I could to come back. I missed my friends, I missed my family. It wasn’t the same without Jungkook’s personal cheerleader sitting in the crowd, hollering out everyone’s name. You were just as a motivation to me as to him.”

“I’m sorry, Taehyung. I’m with Jungkook now.”

“I’m not asking you to date me,” He concedes, and your brows fall inwardly in complexity. “I just want your support. I don’t have that over there. It’s like I’m chasing this dream but there’s nobody to share the success with. What’s a dream when you don’t have the people you love around you to share it with?”

Unconsciously, the conversation between you and Taehyung flooded your thoughts throughout the rest of the day.

It had become a personal concern, something that disregarded Taehyung’s feelings for you and your relationship with Jungkook.

What did this mean for you, someone who was close to graduating high school? Would you go to University? And even if you did, what would your field of expertise be? Your major? What were you even good at? It had become clear that the length of time spent at Jungkook’s games were for supporting him, yet he couldn’t come to anything of yours because well... you didn’t have a passion.

“You’re awfully quiet.”

“Huh?” Your train of thoughts are interrupted by Jungkook who glances over at you while driving in his signature beat up car with the windows down and the breeze running through his chocolate brown locks. He looks angelic like this— in his happy place (which is his car), on the way home from school after waiting for you in the parking lot after talking to Taehyung.

“You’ve been silent for the whole time. Since you came into the car and the entire ride. Something Taehyung said?”

“Possibly,” You’re short, but you don’t mean to be. “Where are we going?” Jungkook makes an unfamiliar turn, changing his route away from the direction of home.

“Somewhere special so we can talk.”

Momentarily, you reach somewhere in the suburbs with mostly trees and grasslands. You’re parking under an overpass, it seems, but out of use. There aren’t many cars nearby, but the view of the sunset is clear and the air is clean and crisp as you inhale the freshness of nature deeply with your eyes closed, embracing the feeling. Jungkook twists his keys as the engine stops it’s ruckus noise, and the car comes to a halt as his body is now facing you in his seat. “Talk to me.”

“Jeon, it’s nothing.”

“Just because I’m your boyfriend now doesn’t make me less of your friend than before. It just means I’m more.”

You roll your eyes. But regardless, he’s right. You’re insecure about your career path, your choices and what you’ll do in the future, but sitting beside a guy who seems to know everything he wants is intimidating. Especially when he’s someone you want to be deserving of.

“I...” Hesitant, you know that it’s something you have to do anyway. Jungkook has been with you— thick and thin— so what makes this time different from the rest? “Taehyung kept talking about his dream. How, although he’s over there chasing this aspiration, it doesn’t feel fulfilling because he’s not around the people he loves to share it with.”

Jungkook scoffs before letting you finish. “Sounds selfish—“

“No,” you interject. “That’s not where I was going with this.”

“Then where’s your head at, love?”

You pause. There’s a lot to uncover here, and if you’re completely unfiltered, Jungkook will realize how absolutely lost you are. Admitting you’re lost might make Jungkook’s feelings ambivalent, but nonetheless, you take in a deep breath of fortitude and continue. It was either now or never.

“I don’t have those aspirations. I don’t know what I’m going to do or what I’m going to be, and you’re here with the biggest dreams. You have so much motivation and will to get there— but what about me? I don’t have anything. I don’t have a passion, a hobby... nothing. What am I supposed to be? Jungkook’s cheerleader for life?”

He sighs at your words, leaning over to brush a strand of hair away from your face. His lips purse in thought for a moment, causing doubtful ideas popping into your head before he bursts the bubble by shattering the glass of quietude. “You are and will always be, Jungkook’s personal cheerleader. But that’s not your title and entirety, it’s just something you are because I love your support and beliefs in me. However, love, I don’t want you to think that’s all you are and all you’re made for.”

“And what’s that?”

“Well,” he begins, leaning back in his seat. “That’s for you to decide. I don’t want you to feel like all you are is my support team. You’re more than that, you’re capable of anything. Everyone is lost at our age, only some of us know what we truly want to do. And I’ll help you find your way— I’m also your personal cheerleader.”

“Isn’t it tiring?”

“What’s tiring?”

“Trying to be a personal cheerleader of someone who doesn’t have anything to cheer for.”

Jungkook takes a moment to organize his thoughts, peeling off a bit of the leather on his steering wheel. “No. Everything I do for you feels effortless. Everything I feel for you is effortless. I don’t have to try in order to want to do things for you, and I don’t have to try to love you. I just do, it comes naturally. But... I also don’t want you to feel this way, and I want to help you find what makes you happy.”

Just listening to the way he speaks about you and the expression on his face is full of worry warms your heart. You feel stupid— how could you have waited that long to tell Jungkook your feelings for him, and thinking about other guys when you had one right in your face all along?

In the spur of the moment, you’re not sure where you get all this assertiveness from, but you cup his cheeks, pulling him into a kiss. It’s heated— the way his tongue fights its way into your mouth, slipping between your lips as you climb over the center console to straddle his hips while he pulls his seat back for more space. His hands barely hover your waist, so innocently and gentlemen-like, and you take notice of this, placing your own on top of his then guiding him to wrap it around your frame as he complies. Pressing your hips down against his, he lets out a groan from both your boldness and the feeling of your weight against his jeans.

This was different compared to the first time— back then, you knew you wanted Jungkook, but you weren’t sure how to show it. You held back, both from inexperience and uncertainty that he’d find out about your love for him, but this time, he knew, and he reciprocated those emotions back.

Your fingertips played with the fabric of his shirt on his shoulders as his own traveled their way up the hem of your skirt, rubbing the skin of your thigh that it made you shiver. Pulling away from his lips, your foreheads pressed against each other, watching with hooded eyes and heavy uneven breaths.

“Well,” He says between breaths. “This isn’t like the first time.”

“No, it’s the second. We’re more experienced now. And stop counting, it’s weird.” With that, you push yourself down against his crotch, earning another moan emitting between his swollen pink and plump lips, his hands accompanying your hips to maneuver and gain more friction. You watch his euphoric expression as his head drops back onto the seat, lips agape and brows furrowed, focusing on the movements. His neck exposed, you can’t help but attach your mouth on the skin, so soft and smooth, licking and tugging it between your teeth before he pushes you away slightly, your brows crinkling in confusion.

“Something wrong?”

“I might actually cum in my pants if we keep doing it like this.”

Seconds later, his pants were hung low just enough to free his cock. The tip is leaking with pre-cum, and he’s pulsing against his stomach from the brief humping session. He has a hand wrapped around his cock, smearing his arousal and giving himself a couple pumps. You weren’t going to lie—but seeing him unraveled like this beneath your grasp sparked confidence in your blood, wanting more. “Should I take off my panties?”

“No,” He responds, fingers toying with the fabric underneath your skirt. “We’re in public, if we get caught, at least we can have some dignity and get dressed quickly.” You roll your eyes at his response, but nonetheless, he tugs your underwear aside, sufficient enough for access. He keeps his eyes locked onto yours, hand trailing down to meet with your center, thumb swiping across your slit. Gently, he slips a finger in, waiting for the nod of approval from you before letting in another until you felt ready enough for him.

“Fuck— I forgot a condom.”

“Don’t... I’m on the pill. And... I trust you.” He twitches at your words, a husky grunt leaving his lips as he positions himself under you, watching your contorted expression while he lifts his hips upwards as yours does the opposite, head rolling back at the feeling of fullness. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” Compared to the first time, you were so bare, so wet for him. He thought that losing your virginity to each other was when he felt close to you, but this was a whole other meaning to close.

Never in your life you would’ve thought you’d be dating your best friend, let alone fucking Jungkook in the driver seat of his beat up car. You also never saw yourself having enough courage to be riding him either, hands now on either side of his head, resting on the seat for more control and leverage as he angles his hips up to hit yours, the sudden new change of position causing a whimper to leave you.

“Deep?” He asks, his eyes barely open from the intense pleasure. You nod dumbly, loss for words, the car rocking and creaking underneath the rough thrusting. His fingers are digging into your ass, guiding your hips to move at a quicker pace, erupting noises from you that you never thought you’d make. You were filled with this new movement, unable to hold back any longer.

Suddenly, his hand slides down between where your bodies meet, pressing and rubbing against your clit that you feel the coil in your stomach tightening, letting out loud gasps and moans that are music to Jungkook’s ears, jerking up sharply into you messily. Head spinning relentlessly at the pleasure, you feel yourself hitting your peak, and Jungkook knows this from you clenching around his cock. “Close?”

“S-so close,” You whisper, too fucked out to even respond properly. Moments later, you’re coming, body shivering at the overwhelming amount of pleasure, long and hard with a hand clenching and nails digging into his shoulder. He gives you a second to regain yourself, riding out your climax before he snaps up into you sloppily, reaching his own high. In an instant, his crotch stills in you, body trembling underneath you as his cum paints your walls.

You drop your body tirelessly on his, panting from exhaustion as he grows limp inside you, arms wrapping around your waist.

Although he was out of breath, chest heaving densely, he still managed to speak. “Did I make it up to you this time?”

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Jimin grabbed his phone to call someone so he could give the big news. With the cheekiest smile on his face, he sent an e-mail to big magazines so it would be all over the place by afternoon. Though he was serious afterward.

“You will not regret this, will you?”

He asked JiHyo. Face stunned like a statue JiHyo showed no expression as she coldly spoke.

“No. If I cannot have it no one can.”

Jimin shrugged as he checked his clock.

“I should work on my connections then… It seems like we will be next empire with our new company.”

JiHyo simply nodded as she made her way to the dressing room. Within her pale pink nightgown, she disappeared from Jimin’s sight. They both were getting ready to visit the company and do the damage control.

While walking down the hallway JungKook noticed the glares and whispers and calmly asked YugYeom.

“What is going on here?”

YugYeom stops for a few seconds before he handed his phone to JungKook.

“I came here to show you.”

Seeing the bits of contract and hundreds of articles declaring him the Women’s Enemy. The pressure of Kwon’s was still heavy on his shoulders and this fell even stronger, putting him under the spotlight again. Trying to keep calm JungKook handed the phone to YugYeom.

“I want my car.”

YugYeom desperately asked.

“Where are you going?”

JungKook kept his ice-cold poker face.

“Home… I need to think.”

Still worried YugYeom tried to convince him to stay and talk to the magazines that made the news stop and deny them. Though all JungKook wanted was a quiet place to calm down and you were the best place.

When he walked in you noticed what a mess JungKook was. You literally ran towards him and pulled him into a hug. JungKook buried his head to your neck and stayed like that for a few minutes.

When he finally raised his head he handed his phone to you. When you saw the articles and videos you realized the situation that put him through. His phone rang in your hand so you gave it back but he ignored the call. All serious he took your hands into his big ones.

“Y/N will you leave with me?”

Without thinking for a mere second you nod.

“But I have to find something to tell my family…”

A devilish sparkle lighted up his eyes.

“Let me talk to them…”

You were taken back because of his sudden remark. Arched an eyebrow playfully you murmured.

“If we are lucky enough my dad will not kill you because he will realize we were living together and everything.”

JungKook smiled but when he spoke with his deep voice you realized he was serious.

“Yeah, I hope we can skip that part. Y/N if I am taking you with me I would like to do it properly with your parents' consent.”

Eyes wide with utter shock you could not say anything. Before you could make sense of things you were in your casuals walking outside. Biting your lips you whispered.

“You don’t have to do this I can find something to…”

JungKook cut you off with a tired smile.

“Y/N you are the one and only right thing in my life now so let me do this properly.”

His Bugatti easily drank the asphalt so you were in front of your ragged apartment sooner than you could feel ready to face them. Taking a deep breath you knocked the door hesitantly. Your sister was the one who opened the door. Her jaw dropped open when she saw you and JungKook together. Your mom kindly shouted asking who it was but none of you made a single noise.

Closing your eyes you took a deep breath before making your way into the living room hand in hand with JungKook. Both your mother and father were smiling when they saw you but when they saw JungKook and their eyes landed on your hands the smile disappeared.

The news was on the TV and a very handsome picture of JungKook was on the screen next to the speaker that was on judgemental comments. There was a moment of silence that seemed like an eternity. Your father finally broke it but his face showed no sign of understanding. He directed his eyes towards you.

“So you were the girl who signed that contract?”

Tearing your eyes from him and looking down in embarrassment you nodded.

“Yes I did so I could go to university without being a burden.”

His jaw clenched as his voice raised.

“Is that how we raised you? You sold your body for some money?”

Seeing the tears falling down your cheeks JungKook lifted your head up to wipe them.

“Mr. Y/L/N… I know what I have done was terrible and you have every right to hate me… What we did was meant to end soon but I cannot let her go. She gave me everything I thought I would never find. She accepted me the way I am. She is my support and the reason that I am happy.”

Still keeping a poker face you mom asked with a flat voice.

“Are you really in love with her?”

His face all serious but eyes bright JungKook answered.

“Yes… I want her to be there whenever I wake up in the morning. If you allow us I would love to marry her.”

You knew that was coming but that did not make it less shocking. Eyes wide you looked into his eyes. They were pitch black, deep yet you could read so well. Biting your lip you tried not to smile but miserably failed. Your parents were surprised by JungKook’s brutal honesty. Your mother stuttered.

“Wh..What?”

JungKook confidently repeated, his voice sweeter this time.

“I would love to marry her.”

Eyebrows furrowed your father opposed right away.

“You think you will have my consent when your first aim was to use my daughter?”

Taking a deep breath you stopped JungKook before he spoke.

“I love him, dad. I know you are mad at me because of what I did but please. I want to do this with my family happy for me.”

Speaking for the first time my sister seemed concerned.

“With all the things going how will this work? I mean the wedding and everything…”

You shook your head.

“We don’t need anything big. Just simple wedlock within families will be more than enough.”

Still undecided, both your parents sighed. Not being able to resist your expectant gaze your father finally spoke.

“Fine… but if you ever get her upset I will make you pay.”

JungKook finally was at ease.

“I will accept anything that comes from you then.”

Your mother had a smile on her face.

“I have one condition.”

She showed the TV.

“I want you to put an end to this mess when you get married.”

JungKook and you exchanged looks in silence since you both knew you had no other option but accept. Staying for a short while you left happily hand in hand. JungKook drove to his mansion to drop you off. He got out of the car to give you a daring kiss but did not walk in with you. You arched an eyebrow.

“You are not coming?”

JungKook hugged you.

“No babydoll I have a few things to take care of.”

JungKook called NamJoon on the way to meet him at the company. They were in his room along with YugYeom. JungKook was all sharp with no sign of pity.

“NamJoon I want you to make a public announcement that we will fill a lawsuit for defamation for the newsletters that made the contract public.”

NamJoon fixed his glass.

“It will only work if your relationship with Y/N is proven.”

JungKook throws him a small grin.

“We are married.”

Both NamJoon and YugYeom were taken back with surprise but they did not say anything.

“YugYeom I need you to have Jimin’s phone hacked and come with proofs he spread the contract.”

NamJoon caressed his jaw.

“Hacking is technically out of legal resources so I don’t think we can sue him even if he is the one.”

JungKook shrugged.

“No need it's just for the elites and shareholders.”

JungKook told both they can leave and made his way to Father Jeon’s room. When he opened the door father Jeon was standing by the window with a glass of iced whiskey in his hand. He knew JungKook was there yet he did not even look at him.

“Son… I held my hopes high for you but you are nothing more than a disappointment.”

JungKook did not mind those bashful words as he got used to them.

“Always so kind…”

JungKook did not miss the irony before he gave the news.

“I’m getting married tomorrow. I came here to invite you but I guess the answer is no.”

Father Jeon turned towards JungKook angrily.

“What? With Y/N. You know I will not let that happen.”

JungKook arched an eyebrow as he spoke coldly.

“I was not asking for your permission. And I am afraid you have no other option unless you want me to leave the whole mess behind.”

Father Jeon kept a poker face but he was scared of his own son at this point. He did not say anything which JungKook replied with his big dashing grin.

“I thought so…”

He slammed the door behind, grabbing the phone from his pocket. The man answered rather politely.

“I need you to do me a favor. Wedlock but the date should be a couple of months ago. Can you do that?”

The man did nothing but accepted since he knew there will be a good deal of money in the end. Within a relief, JungKook made another call for a prestigious designer to meet you at the mansion.

You were still thinking about what you should do about the wedlock and your sister literally kept you on the phone all day.

“So it's real?”

She asked still doubting. You answered with a simple yes.

“How many times do I need to tell you? And I have things to do for tomorrow so you keeping me on the phone is not helping.”

Your sister finally agreed to hang up the phone before she said she will be there with you by the morning. When the doorbell rang you were surprised because you knew JungKook would not be back so soon. Walking down the stairs you were surprised to see a young man along with a bunch of white dresses, fabrics, and accessories. You realized it was one of JungKook’s antics and he sent over a designer for tomorrow. The man stopped in front of you, taking your hand for a gentle kiss.

“It's a pleasure to meet such a beautiful lady.”

You introduced yourself.

“Y/N”

You wore dresses over and over again and tried to pick one. Though you did not hear JungKook was finally back home. He casually walked in and sat by the large leather couch. Your eyes meet through the mirror before you walked towards him for a hug. He whispered to your ear.

“You look so beautiful.”

You smiled than rolled your eyes.

“Wish I could convince him.”

Jungkook softly chuckled at your words.

“Maybe I can help you to choose one of them.”

You wore three dresses that you liked but JungKook's favorite was obviously the last one. Two strands with thin lines like a spiderweb on your chest. The top was fitted till your hips. Diamonds filled the upper part deliciously. The bottom was a loose skirt with a deep slit. The back deep v line ended up by the very bottom. JungKook walked towards you as he picked up something before. It was a thin line of diamonds. He gently attached it to the dress with his long fingers trailing down your back leaving fire traces behind. Then he walked towards the girl who was standing by the underwear. JungKook arched an eyebrow with a playful smirk.

“I will let you pick babydoll… Surprise me”

You always picked something sexy but simple so you may change that for a bit. There was a whole see-through bralette supported with ribbons. The bottom was pretty much the same with garter belt and fishnet stockings. Decided on that you finally finished with everything so the preparation squad left to come back tomorrow. You sighed as you walked upstairs. Jungkook was taking off his shirt so you could not help but stop by the door. He was going to be all yours forever. Still could not believe the fact you smiled shyly. Noticed you gawking JungKook had a pleasant smirk on his lips as he directed his deep dark eyes at you.

“Will you stand there or come and help me sleep?”

You arched an eyebrow questioningly which JungKook responded with a fake sigh.

“Well, your habits are contagious… It seems like I can’t sleep without you.”

You tried to sleep but failed since you were so excited even if the wedlock was just within families. You watched his relaxed face and let your fingers trail in his dark soft hair. When he woke up he was surprised to see you awake. When he realized you were pouting he caressed your chin.

“What is it?”

“I haven’t seen your suit…”

JungKook chuckled at your sudden remark.

“Just a few hours…But I have to talk to you”

You were already on the edge so those words did not help at all.

“About what?”

You asked barely hearing your own voice.

“The date is set to two months ago so it will prove we were a family before this news.”

You were hit by his words. They surrounded you like grey smoke. You pulled away from him.

“Is this the reason you wanted to marry me?”

Obviously surprised JungKook stopped for a good moment.

“Y/N I want to be with you.Here or somewhere else. The only thing that matters is you.“

“Are you doing this because of my mother?”

JungKook took your hand again.

“Yes because she had every right to ask so for her daughter. Also that's our way out.”

Seeing his point you took a deep breath and hugged him. JungKook gave you a deep passionate kiss that left you in need.

“Soon you will be Mrs. Jeon.”

His remark caused your stomach to leap. In fact, only 4 hours were left for you to be each other’s. Those few hours took longer than necessary. Hair and make up getting done your mind was still on JungKook since you have not seen him for almost two hours. Stressed you asked held your sister's hand firmly.

“Why do I feel like my legs will give up on me?”

She did not miss the chance to make fun of you.

“You are becoming the wife of hottest billionaire…Maybe that's why.”

Though your worries washed off when you stepped out of the room. Your family was there on the left side. Father Jeon was standing on the right side even though he did not seem happy.

Jungkook was waiting, his eyes only on you. Hair parted and pushed back to leave his forehead open. His all-white suit was completed with a classy black bowtie. The jacket wrapped his wide shoulders and tiny waist perfectly. This man was going to be yours even though it was still hard for you to believe that.

He offered his arm with his eyes brightest you have ever seen them. Though walking towards the registrar slowly your eyes landed on the unexpected guest.

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nhykymbria6 · 5 years

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It's War ~ Jungkook Scenario

So I've been working on this for a while now, and I finally got it finished, which is probably why it's so long. But here it is!

Summary: Jungkook is the prince of the school and when you accidentally burst out and call him names, it's war.

You’ve never met a person with eyes that enveloped you in their warmth, making it impossible to escape. A piercing stare right through you, burning into your skin, and staring into your soul. These were the eyes you’ve fallen in love with. You wondered if he has fallen in love with yours. His hands move to his face, resting his head on his palm. It was something you hated to admit, during class you found yourself daydreaming about his hands, how rough or soft they were, feeling his fingertips run across your skin, leaving a stinging trail. Your daydream dispersed in thin air as a paper airplane flew past you and hit the back of his head. He turned to look at the perpetrator, his eyes landing on you. His fingers lightly touched the airplane, before he crumpled it into a ball. He clearly wasn't in the mood. The boy behind you groaned. For an instance, you saw a small smile play on his lips, but you shrugged it off as your imagination. Sometimes you would always think he was smiling at you. He stood up from his desk and walked towards your's. His long legs making it easy to arrive there quickly.

“Did you throw the paper airplane?” he questioned you, his voice was almost monotonous, steady and calm. You somehow managed to shake your head. He looked around the classroom. Could this all be a facade? You thought to yourself. You’ve gone to school with him since kindergarten and he was an incredibly shy boy. For him to suddenly be bold and confident was odd. The two of you talked before, until he got dragged away by "popular" kids, and that’s when he stopped talking to you. It made you wonder if he still even remembered your name.

“Are you sure? Because I saw it come from this direction, not to mention, I know you’ve been watching me,” he proudly said. You raised an eyebrow at him. Someone was clearly happy that he had eyes always on him. He enjoyed the attention, didn't he?

“Leave her alone Jungkook, it was me,” the boy behind you spoke up. You sighed, for a second Jungkook’s gaze met with the boy's, but his attention quickly went back to you. He leaned in close to your ear.

“You should stop watching me,” he whispered into your ear and began to walk away. His breath tickling you, causing you to convulse into shivers.

“You should stop being a cocky egotistical jerk!” you yelled after him, he stopped on his tracks. You quickly regretted insulting him. There was sure hell to pay for that statement. For a minute, you thought he’d walk back to your desk and do something, say something insulting, but instead he took a seat at his desk. Realizing it was because the teacher had arrived to class, you let out a relieved sigh. He couldn't attack you right now, you didn't want him to either.

“It was a mistake to do that,” the boy behind you scolded. Now you were really regretting it. Jungkook was capable of getting the entire school against a person. But he never did, people took it in their own hands to make these people "pay" for disrespecting him. Jungkook never did anything to stop it either. You were the target this time and you were beginning to become afraid for the school days to come.

“So, I heard you made the great big Jungkook mad,” your best friend teased, “Aren’t you madly in love with him?” You slammed your locker close and shook your head. Not after today, you hadn’t realized how much of a jerk he really was. Crazy to think that love is really blinding. To think that he would stay the same, but no, people really do change.

“He’s not that great,” you hissed. She let out a small chortle and then shook her head.

“Just yesterday you were head over heels for him, today you absolutely despise him,” she spoke.

“Who does she have mixed feelings for?” Jungkook curiously inquired. There was something laced in his voice. Anger? Sadness? You weren't quite able to pinpoint what it was, but it was there. He raised an eyebrow at you, patiently waiting for you to answer. Your best friend turned to give you an apologetic smile before she spurred, “I’ve got to go before I’m late to class again!” She rushed away, not giving you a chance to keep her here. You cursed at her as she ran off. Jungkook chuckled, reminding you that he was here. Literally there, right next to you. So close, you could feel his body warmth and it was making you uncomfortable. You inhaled air and then turned back to him, attempting a feign at confidence. If he's able to do it without a problem, you should be able to as well.

“What do you need Jungkook?” you spat.

“Oh, she knows my name,” he teased, bringing you back to your thoughts whether he remembered your name or not. You were betting on not, there was no way he would. He was too busy remembering other girl's names. It made you jealous to think about it. And then it made you angry for even getting jealous.

“Everyone knows your name here,” you rolled your eyes, “don’t think you’re special.”

“I am special,” he started, “anyway... I didn’t come here to talk about myself.”

“How surprising,” you joked.

“Can you stop being sarcastic for a minute?” he sincerely asked. His voice really seemed to sound sincere and serious. It’s not like he wanted to speak seriously to you. Staring at his face, gave you mixed emotions. There was the want to kiss him and the want to punch him. The problem was that you didn’t know which feeling was stronger. And you were most definitely not going to drop your sarcasm.

“I wasn’t being sarcastic. I was honestly surprised,” you joked again. He sighed angrily, clearly frustrated with you. Serves him right, you thought.

“Really? I was going to forgive you for the incident in class, but you’re making it really difficult.”

“What are you gonna do if you don’t forgive me?”

“War.”

“Then it’s war.”

“You’re not gonna like it.”

“Neither are you,” you proposed. The bell made you jump, you had forgotten you were still in school.

“Look, you’ve made me late to class now.”

“What a pity.” you said, you didn’t have a class this period. The perks of always being on top of your studies earned you an off period.

“You don’t have a period right now, do you?”

“Nope, see you later... dearie,” you stalked off, leaving him alone in the hallway. He smirked at your retreating back. This was going to be a fun war. He expected it to be fun, mostly since it was his first.

For weeks on end, you and Jungkook verbally attacked each other any chance you two got. Then the verbal attacking moved towards literal attacking, nothing that would hurt you however. He didn’t want you dead. One day, you were leaving school late since you stayed to help with the play, when you walked out of the front doors of the school, you were attacked with cold buckets of water. You glared at Jungkook who was smiling proudly at his work, but you rolled your eyes and walked away. It didn’t stop you though, you got back at him, not right away. You decided to leave him paranoid of when you’ll attack. Until one day, you finally payed him back, placing super glue on his seat, it almost got you suspended but you got away with it. That was the most hilarious thing, watching Jungkook struggle to get up from his desk, turning to glare back at you, and then realizing he would have to get out of his uniform slacks to be able to move out of his desk. Every girl in there was in their bliss, knowing they would get to see Jungkook in his underwear, until your teacher demanded everyone get out of the room. A student helper from the office walked to your classroom with another pair of blue slacks. One of the boys whispered and laughed that Jungkook had ducks on his boxers, which made you burst out laughing. Of course Jungkook stormed out of the classroom, thinking he was going to attack you, you made a run for it. Jungkook chasing right after you. That’s when you two decided to take it down a notch… you two didn’t want to end up getting suspended.

As you began to open your locker, a bunch of pinballs began to fall out. You struggled with the pinballs that bombarded you. There was a laugh behind you, as expected it was Jungkook.

“I got to admit… you got me this time,” he admitted, remembering the Monday you had superglued him to his seat. You reached for your textbook, and backed away as three more white balls fell out, causing you to bump into Jungkook’s chest. Quickly, you backed away from him as if his touch could kill. He looked a bit hurt by your reaction, you didn’t understand why. The bell rung. You let out a sigh, you’ve been late to your classes lately, and this time you weren’t going to hear the end of it from your parents.

“Look, you’ve made me late yet again,” Jungkook hissed.

“Yet again, what a pity,” you retorted, it had become something you and Jungkook said to each other as you two stood in the empty hallways, still not bothering to go to class.

“We’re not going to class,” he quickly let out. You raised an eyebrow at him.

“We?”

“Yes. We.” he answered, grabbing your wrist, and pulling you out of the school, before a school security caught you two escaping from there.

“Where are we going, Jungkook?” you questioned the boy who was grinning widely at specifically nothing, which worried you a lot more.

“You’ll see,” he simply answered.

“If this is another one of your war plans, forget it. I need to go to class,” you protested. His smile didn’t fall from his face, now you were seriously worried of what was going through that boy’s mind.

“Awh c’mon. Where’s your war spirit?” he whined. You rolled your eyes at him, he’s been taking this war thing too far.

“I left it somewhere at school,” you replied, hoping he would take you back.

“We’re not going back to school,” he quickly dejected. Of course not, you thought to yourself, why would we?

“Then tell me where we’re going,” you demanded.

“The park," he curtly answered.

“For what?”

“Balloon fight.”

“Just us two?”

“There’ll be a few more people. I invited your best friend.”

“Do you even know her name?”

“I do. Minseo,” he growled, sounding angry you would even think he’s that low and arrogant. You stepped in front of him, stopping him.

“Do you even know mine?” you curiously wondered.

“... Of course. Why wouldn’t I? I’ve always known it,” he sounded hurt this time.

“I’d think you’d forget by now,” you sighed.

“Why would I?” You shrugged as you two arrived at the park, your best friend walking towards you, a balloon in hand. Ready to attack, she threw it at Jungkook’s chest, the balloon broke, water spattering all over. You jumped as some cold droplets landed on you.

“That’s not fair!” Jungkook cried.

“All is fair in love and war,” you laughed, completely forgetting about school and the talk you two just had. He ran away towards the buckets that held many colorful balloons in them. You stood for a moment, debating whether you should go back to school, but finally decided to join in. It was one on one between you and Jungkook. Nobody touched you or Jungkook. Slyly you snuck behind his back and threw a balloon at him. He turned around with a mischievous grin on his face. Before you could react, he already had you over his shoulder, while you kicked wildly, punching his back. That was when you felt cold water touch your back and butt, you tried to move but you were stuck in the tub. He threw his head back and laughed. Your best friend came to help you out. The sun began to set, it was when you noticed time flew by when you were with Jungkook, even the school days had flown by once you and Jungkook started the war. There was only one balloon left, and everyone let you have it. You threw it at Jungkook’s chest. The two of you soaking wet, he gave you a smile.

“War is over,” he announced to everyone, including you. Everyone groaned but took their leave, including your best friend, leaving you alone with Jungkook, who was approaching you.

“So, the war is over,” you raised an eyebrow in disbelief. He nodded.

“Don’t want you to get expelled,” he chuckled and you laughed along.

“Right.”

“Come with me, I have a towel in my car, you can dry off with it.” You nodded, following behind him. Once you two reached his car, he reached in the back seat to grab his towel, and then wrapped you around it. Your face burning bright red.

“Let me take you home,” he proposed. You attempted to hide behind the blanket, you refused to let him see you blushing.

“Uhm okay,” you agreed. As he drove you home, the two of you were utterly quiet. You let out a silent sigh as he stopped in front of your house. You hadn’t noticed that he still remembered where you live.

In the middle of the night, your phone began to vibrate. You have a message from an unknown number, saying, “come outside.” You text back asking, “who is this?” In a matter of seconds you get a message, Jungkook. Then you ask how he got your number and he replies with a little bird and then demands you come outside. You groan and sneak outside your house. When you opened your front door, you weren’t met with disappointment. There he is waiting outside your house with a ladder, you raised your eyebrows as his car door was open and in it you can see blankets.

“Is that my ladder?” you began.

“Maybe... Let’s go up on the roof,” he sheepishly said. You yawn and nod a sure. Once you’re on the roof, he goes back down, and comes back up with blankets and pillows. Now completely awake, you notice that you’ve somehow gotten on your roof. Jungkook smiles at you and orders you to stand up, he’s got a blanket to make it more comfortable. You agree The two of you are laying on the roof watching the moon and few stars there are to see.

“We could fall from here you know,” you state.

“But we wouldn’t, because we’re laying down and not moving,” he retorted. He was such a smart ass that sometimes you couldn’t help but to roll your eyes at him.

“Why are you here?” you finally asked. He shrugged.

“I couldn’t sleep,” was all he had as an answer.

“So you decided to come here?”

“I don’t know. It was the first place that came to mind when I heard my dad trying to open the door to my bedroom,” he spoke calmly, almost as if he was used to it. You stayed quiet, remembering when he was younger, his mother would have him stay at your house for a week because of his dad.

“Maybe he wanted to talk,” you hoped.

“Yeah… talk, with his fist.” Jungkook sighed. You flinched, it wasn’t something you had expected, being let into his world again. He shrugged and stayed quiet. You could hear the crickets chirping. There wasn’t anything you could really say to make him feel better.

“Hey... what’s your favorite song?” he asked. If talking to you made him feel better, then you’ll talk.

“Uhm… Lemonade by Jeremy Passion,” you finally answered. He smiled and began to sing it, you remembered Jungkook used to walk around the classroom during third grade, singing his ABC’s and twinkle twinkle little star. It was then that everyone knew he was going to become a famous singer. You closed your eyes happily and accidently fell asleep. He quickly shook you awake a minute later.

“How could you fall asleep on me?!?” he yelped, tickling you at your most ticklish spot, making you squirm and giggle.

“Stop! I’m sorry!” you laughed. He chuckled. and shook his head. He grabbed a small rock that was stuck in between the shingles of your roof. He raised his eyebrow.

“I kinda used to throw rocks over my roof with my cousin…” you sheepishly admitted. He laughed, but then raised his arm to throw it.

“If I make it to your front neighbor's roof you give me a kiss, if it doesn’t you can punch me and push me off your roof,” he spoke. You were at loss of words... kiss? He didn’t wait for your agreement and threw the rock, it went over the roof and he groaned in defeat. He stood up and you grabbed his hand, shaking your head and with your eyes begged for him to stay. He sat back down next to you, not asking for the kiss, and you didn’t bring it up. He began to sing quietly in Korean, you listened intently as his voice was smooth and felt syrupy. You laid back down and he followed pursuit. The two of you staring at each other, he rolled over you.

“You don’t even know my name,” you managed to say before his lips met yours, he kept singing the song he had been singing before, his voice feeling syrupy against your lips. His lips warm and soft.

“Of course I do, Y/N. How could I forget? I’ve always had a crush on you,” he admitted, face blushing red.

“You’re not the shy boy I once knew.”

“Did you like that boy?”

“I like all of you. I will always like you,” you finally admitted, to both him and yourself. His lips went back to yours, and then he moved down to your neck, giving you wet kisses. That’s when you see the sun beginning to rise. You pushed him off of you, he stared at you incredulously, and then broke into a smile.

“Look at the sunrise,” you excitedly said in awe.

“How can I?” he began.

“It’s beautiful.”

“So are you.”

“Jungkook! I’m serious! Look at it!” You cupped his face and forced him to look at the sunrise. He took it all in a minute and then his attention went back to you. Giving you a kiss on your cheek.

“I’m really going to miss this war,” you admitted. He nodded in agreement, enveloping you in his arms.

“Let’s roll down this roof together?” he suggested happily.

“Are you crazy?!” you yelled. He laughed and shook his head.

“A little.”

“You should get going though,” you warned, “my dad isn’t going to be happy about this.”

“Not like we had sex up here… don’t wanna roll off to our deaths,” he joked.

“Shut up and go!” you giggled. He laughed and the two of you got down the roof. Not forgetting to first put away your ladder, and then he gave you a quick kiss and drove off.

You two arrived to school on Monday morning holding hands and without surprisement to you, everyone raised their eyebrows at this. The two of you hated each other weeks and a month ago, now you two are holding hands? But your best friend didn’t seem at all surprised and she even said, “I always knew.” Then you hissed at her saying, “How?” and she responded, “The way he looked at you when you weren’t looking.” and then you yelled, “Why didn’t you say anything!” and she responds, “Because you swore you didn’t like him.” To which Jungkook arrived hearing and placed his hands on your shoulders and said, “We both knew it was a lie though. She’s always had the hots for me.”

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anonnie-in-wonderland · 2 years

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Home Calls The Heart

chapter: one

Word Count: 7.2k+

rating: T (mentions of death, depression/mental illness, past abuse and neglect, and reader’s height is briefly alluded to)

genre: romance | hurt/comfort| magic AU

tags: bts x reader | ot7 x reader | hybrid | poly| FM!reader

Emperor Penguin!Seokjin, Golden Retriever!Taehyung, Coyote!Hoseok, Mountain Lion!Yoongi, Wolfdog!Namjoon, Kingfisher!Jimin, Holland Lop!Jungkook

Ch.2

Author’s Note: New at this so go easy on me please. 🥺 Probably one of the few times I will ever use an unnamed Y/N. I’m not very used to writing in this format, but I am too lazy to think up a good name as I intended for this to be a one-shot. Though I am awful at one-shots …so this may end up in 2-3 parts. This came from a prompt I wish I could credit but can’t find now, about hybrid Bangtan “adopting” a human that Taehyung brings home. This was originally meant to be a funny and strictly fluffy take on the prompt, but evolved into this somewhat angsty mess. Apologies. Still fluffy though, I promise.

It had been one week. One week without Choi Han-Gyeol, and the boys were still very much in mourning. It hurt when so much of their lives had been intertwined with the man’s, and so much of him still lingered everywhere around the farm. They could no longer hear the sharp cackles over his own jokes, but the ugly painting of a morose clown he had bought on a whim from the bizarre still hung in the living room. Not even three weeks ago he had affixed it to the wall, near the mantel decorated in photos of the boys through the years. Jimin took one look at the clown’s sunken cheeks, droopy eyes and quivering lips, declared it a monstrosity, and then demanded it come down.

But Han-Gyeol or Gramps as he preferred they called him, made a remark about how he would leave it up, because with the portrait hanging there, he wouldn’t have to go down the hall to look in the mirror. Joking at his own expense was one of his specialities. Jin had picked up his sense of corny humor from years of close exposure, and the boys groaned over each of the duo’s lame puns or terrible one-liners.

Now it was different, though. Jin hadn’t even attempted a joke since the day before they lost their guardian—Gramps never cared for being referred to as their owner or master, a habit easier to break for some of them than others. The funeral was a pretty swift process, thanks to the meticulous instructions the old man had left behind. Apparently he had been planning for the inevitability for a while, likely since his health started to take a serious decline.

He brushed them off when they cast him worried gazes, practically growling like a hybrid himself when they hovered too much or tried to discreetly take on more of his house chores. He hated being coddled and said he would rather keep his dignity and some semblance of independence.

Han-Gyeol had no children, just some scattered great-nephews and a great-niece. None of them contested the will, leaving everything to his hybrids. Then again, the old guy was smart. On paper, it looked like all he’d really had left at the end was a farm in the middle of nowhere, one his family had never visited.

In reality, the eccentric geezer had amassed quite the fortune in late adulthood thanks to his peanut shelling company. He sold to candy factories around the world and made a killing from that alone, never mind all the well-made investments over the last decade. The farm, he told them, was a purchase made from nostalgia, wanting to reconnect to his country bumpkin roots. It later became a safe haven to every hybrid he found or rescued and let stay with him.

Jungkook, the one who had found him collapsed in the field—a heart attack, they learned later—was holed up in Gramps’ bedroom, surrounded by his things and the fragrance clinging heavily to the air that the boys jokingly called his “foxy grandpa” perfume, because he wore it when he wanted to go out on the town and leave an impression.

Everywhere he looked, everyone was so sad. So…defeated. Taehyung was no exception. He was just as devastated by the heartbreak of losing the only human most of them had ever really been able to trust.

Gramps swept into his life on a muggy summer day when he was just a pup. At the time, he was about to be carted off to who knows where by Hybrid Control officers. The family who had purchased him to be a playmate to their young daughter—who’d quickly gotten bored with him in favor of a colossal dollhouse—could no longer keep him.

They were losing their house and a lot of possessions, including the six-year old puppy hybrid who didn’t understand why his owner’s parents were arguing, tears streaming down the woman’s face. The little girl, a child of nine, seemed less affected right up until her parents started separating toys she could keep and those that would have to be sold. You tended to lose everything when you got caught embezzling millions, not that he knew that at the time. He was scared, confused, and no one was paying him any attention.

When they finally noticed him watching from the corner of their daughter’s playroom, the decision to send him with Hybrid Control wasn’t a drawn out one at all. They regarded him with dispassion, and the tall man in a gold and black uniform reached for his wrist to pull him away.

Taehyung couldn’t say he was overly attached to the family. The parents cooed at him when they took him from his littermates and parents, stuck a bow on his head and dressed him up in the most expensive outfit he had ever owned, and presented him to their daughter on her birthday.

Then that was that. From then on they mostly treated him like a discarded teddy bear that had been left on the floor and needed to be put away, regardless of the fact that he talked, ate and was, as he’d always been told by his family and the woman who owned his parents, a very good boy.

The girl he was meant to grow up with, his person, his noona, barely looked up when they carried a wriggling Taehyung out, frantically reaching for her. Sure, she was bossy, changed her mind about what game they should play so much it made his head spin. Sure she never listened to what he wanted to do, and actually stripped him down to force him to put on clothes she liked better for the sake of her imaginary games, depending on the role she gave him. Sure she wasn’t…perfect, but that didn’t matter to him.

His parents had told him having an owner would be a wonderful thing, and of all their pups, he deserved a good home. They told him he would know his person right away, love them, and that the right human would cherish him.

The pup had often wondered, another expensive bobble in the big house with this distant family who brought him there, if he was doing something wrong. Because none of them inspired the feeling his parents told him about. Still, they were his home. His first real home that was meant to be his. And he must have been a bad boy to lose it.

Through all his crying, and pleading, and promises that he would be good from then on, a better boy than he ever was before, the humans gave him the same blank face they always had, ready to let the hybrid control officer drag him away. Then, they took a look at him, and their eyes widened. Taehyung’s heart skipped a beat, a whimper died in his throat. Were they changing their mind? Seeing that he was worth keeping after all? “Wait, we’d like his collar back.” The husband had said, all business. The collar they had bestowed on him was a bit heavy, and very flashy. Custom made and encrusted with quite a few jewels. When he doubted his place in their family, thought about wandering off to find someone who actually wanted to play with him and cuddle at night with him, he looked down at the accessory.

Surely they wouldn’t spend so much money getting it for him if they didn’t love him. His mother told him his human would love him so much, they’d shower him with nice things and kind words, stroke his belly when he was sad, and throw his favorite ball for hours with a smile on their face. Taehyung only shifted into his puppy form by request, when their daughter wanted to put bows in his fur or the game required an actual dog (according to her whims).

Her parents didn’t like him running around as a puppy any other time, because of “pet dander” (whatever that meant). Needless to say he had never run through their huge backyard chasing his favorite ball. He had never rolled in the mud after it rained while someone sprinted behind him with the hose to try washing him off.

Once the collar was ripped off his throat, he knew he never would. This was it. They really didn’t want him. He wasn’t a bad boy, he was the worst boy, and his cries started up in earnest. Though this time, he didn’t fight, didn’t protest when hybrid control took him from the large house, ready to let them throw him into the back of their scary, dark van with its barred, tinted windows.

That was when Gramps materialized from nowhere, asserting his right as a concerned citizen to know what was happening, and told them right then and there he was going to adopt the sobbing boy. Taehyung must have looked so pitiful, ears pressed flat in his fluffy golden hair, tail drooping lower than ever before. His big watery blue eyes, the only fault for an otherwise perfect specimen of a golden retriever hybrid, shining with oncoming tears.

Gramps was an eccentric fifty-five year old man at the time, dressed tackily in tartan pants with a yellow blazer and wearing a velvet top hat. He kind of reminded Taehyung of ringleaders from the circus show he had been to once with his owner and her family.

The hybrid control officers protested about the rules, how he had just been signed over to them and anyone wanting to adopt him would have to wait for Taehyung’s intake and his ten day hold to be over. Then they could submit an application like everyone else and see if they were approved.

Taehyung quivered, his eyes pleading with this strange human who seemed like the least threatening choice, hoping he would help. And he did. With a conspiratorial smile, he took out his wallet and his phone.

Two decades later, Taehyung still wasn’t sure exactly what happened, but he ended up going home Choi Han-Gyeol, which was the best thing that could have possibly happened that day. There, he found a playmate/friend in an emperor penguin hybrid named Seokjin who’d been rescued roughly a year prior to his arrival from a carnival that wasn’t equipped to provide for him properly.

The older boy showed him the ropes, got him used to living on the farm and assured him that Gramps was a good human that could be trusted. One of the first additions he’d made to his land after acquiring Seokjin was installing a new facility where the temperature stayed subarctic at all times so he could be comfortable when he needed to escape the summer heat.

Over the years, more hybrids had joined them, coming from a variety of backgrounds. Two of his hyungs were former wild hybrids, losing their families in separate incidents due to discrimination against their species. With Gramps as the common thread that tied them together at first, they had become close. Just the eight of them, thriving in their own little corner of the world.

And then there were seven, Gramps’ ashes scattered on the rocky shores of his favorite beach, just like he wanted. He was gone. He was free. Happy as that made the dog, it didn’t stop the persistent ache in his heart. For him or for the others.

They went on, because what choice did they have? The farm animals were taken care of, the house was grudgingly cleaned, but no one had any cheer, and it was starting to take its toll. They were usually a vibrant bunch with a rowdy household. Gramps scolded now and then, but they all knew he wouldn’t want it any other way.

“Hey, food’s done.” Yoongi greeted as Taehyung made his way into the kitchen. “Who’s going to be the one to drag the kid out here?”

Hoseok and Jimin, who had been quietly talking at the table, stared between each other. “Shouldn’t we let him sleep a little longer, hyung?” Jimin asked carefully. “You know he’s restless at night.”

Jungkook, their youngest, was holding himself responsible for the passing of their late owner, a burden all of them wished he would take off his shoulders. Somehow in the poor bunny’s head, he had convinced himself he could have prevented Gramps’ death. Noticed the signs of the impending heart attack sooner, or taken on more of the old man’s chores no matter how much he’d get yelled at for it.

But the reality of the situation would remain the same. The heart attack would have still happened, and no amount of wishing otherwise would have led to a different outcome. Shortly before that fateful day, they had all noticed Gramps slowing down, ever so slightly, and the change of his scent. He assured them it was a light cold, nothing more, and that he would take it easy. But deep down, each of them had known better.

Trying to give Jungkook time to work out his feelings was the plan. It had only been a week, and grief wasn’t linear anyway. They wanted to let him come to the conclusion he wasn’t to blame in his own time while offering him support.

“It’s past two in the afternoon,” Yoongi grumbled, sounding fairly annoyed, his thick tail swiping once across the floor. Of course, some of them were running low on patience. “The least he can do is get up and come eat with us, then go lay back down. But a shower probably wouldn’t kill him either.”

“He’s depressed, Yoongi. Gramps was here one minute, gone the next. And Jungkook was right there after it happened. There’s still a lot he needs to process.” Hoseok reasoned.

“Okay, well somebody go get him so he can process on a full stomach at least. Up until a week ago the bun was eating like he was in his third trimester of pregnancy, now he’s just nibbling at whatever I send up. It’s starting to piss me off to see all that food go to waste.” The words were harsh, but the three of them had been living with the mountain lion far too long not to see through the bluster. Yoongi was as worried as they all were. He sometimes made a separate meal just for Jungkook with all his favorites in an attempt to get him to eat a little bit more.

“I’ll go, hyung,” Taehyung volunteered, catching the big cat hybrid’s gaze of approval before he changed direction for the stairs. The older man said a quiet thank you, and added something about bringing the other members of their pack down if he saw them.

Taehyung ascended the creaky, spiraling staircase of the three-story farmhouse. For being such a large house, it was as cozy as a small log cabin on a winter’s eve. It never felt imposing and stuffy, like his first owners’ home had been with its air of emptiness.

This was a home Gramps had built not very long before meeting them. He liked to say he had a good intuition that all the extra space he had no use for when it was built, would be given purpose. And sure enough he found Seokjin, then Taehyung, followed by Yoongi, and the others trickled in steadily, until the big farmhouse was always loud and homey.

The third floor was mostly recreational— a game room, a movie room, even a nice home gym for Jungkook and whoever felt like joining him. The second floor housed them, their rooms close, just like they preferred.

Whoever didn’t want to sleep alone for any reason ranging from bad nightmares to general clinginess could stroll to the room across from theirs or right next door and climb into bed to snuggle down with a packmate. Gramps’ room was the only one facing the stairs, far down at the end of the hall.

Growing up, they had fun pretending they were in a cartoon, running from room to room chaotically and trying to startle Gramps by popping up from a door he didn’t expect, sometimes succeeding and sometimes getting frightened themselves (especially Hoseok and Jin).

Each step felt so heavy, and the hallway felt so long and simultaneously not long enough as the dog approached Gramps’ door, already sensing the sadness emanating from inside. Taehyung missed the Jungkook who wrestled with him and played pranks with him, even annoyed him from time to time.

They had lost Gramps and now, he really felt like they were losing themselves. It was no wonder, since he had been the only safe human for most of their lives. The world outside the farm was not as nice. They had to wear collars whenever they had a group outing, so none of them could be snatched up and carted off by hybrid control.

It reminded him of something strange Gramps had said a year or two ago, all of them outside enjoying the spring sunshine that day.

Jin set out the lunch he’d whipped up, Namjoon read in the shade while Hoseok played with Yoongi’s tail and he chased Jungkook and Jimin around.

The makane trio collapsed on top of each other in the sweet smelling grass, giggling and playfully nipping ears. He and Jimin joined together to pin Jungkook, who, despite being designated a prey hybrid, had muscles to spare. Competitive to a fault in their little games, Jungkook only stayed down for a minute before he was kicking up and falling on both of them with a triumphant laugh. Blunt teeth tugged at one of Taehyung’s floppy ears, but it didn’t hurt, the solid weight of the bunny’s strong body draped over him as he was half-lying on Jimin. When they realized this, Taehyung and Jungkook scrambled back, not wanting to accidentally be rough with their packmate’s wings. “Come on kids, time to eat.” Yoongi called. They all obediently sprinted over, nearly toppling into one another. Jin rolled his eyes good-naturedly, instructing them to use the hand sanitizer he’d brought along before accepting their meals.

As they chowed down, less than refined with no one to impress, Taehyung heard Jin ask Gramps if the food wasn’t to his liking.

“Nah, not that at all. You did a fine job like always Jinnie-boy.” The penguin preened at the compliment, his fair skin going pink. “But I’ve got a question for you boys, and I want you to answer honestly. Don’t worry about holding back on account of my feelings.”

“Why so cryptic, Gramps?” Yoongi asked, setting his chopsticks down to give the man his complete attention.

“Cause these needs saying and it’s important. I know I adopted each of you boys from some sticky situations. Some of you have spent most of your lives here. And I never was a spring chicken, but that’s beside the point I guess. I’m thinkin’ I did you a disservice, keeping you secluded here on the farm.”

“We like it here!” Jimin protested as soon as Gramps paused for a breath. His colorful wings ruffled out, indignant at the very notion that any of them could feel otherwise. “Why wouldn’t we? You provide us with all our needs, and we’re family.” Various voices joined in to agree.

“He’s right, HanGyeol-ssi.” Namjoon’s baritone cut through all of them. He hadn’t called Gramps that in ages. It was the only way he would address him for a month after arriving, but once Han-Gyeol drilled ‘Gramps’ into his head, he used the affectionate nickname as freely as the rest of them. That meant that Namjoon wanted to impress upon their elder how serious they were being. “You may not see yourself as our owner, but you’re our human. You taking us in, giving us this life, it means more than we can express.” The others dipped their heads in solemn nods. “Plus, you’re not exactly keeping us in chains. If we wanted to go, we wouldn’t be here.” A dimple appeared in his left cheek as he smirked.

Gramps tipped his head back, his sharp crackle of a laugh setting everyone more at ease. “Fair enough, and I did ask for honesty, eh? Nice to know you stick around and mooch off me cause ya want to.” he teased. “But I had to ask. The world’s changing. More humans are taking their heads out of their asses these days. I hear beyond the barrier, hybrids are getting more rights every year. Soon it won’t be mandatory for them to wear collars in public if they don’t want. They’ll be able to carry identification cards.”

Taehyung’s ears twitched in interest, the others seemingly as intrigued as he was. The farm was situated just past the old barrier, one that separated the half of the city mostly inhabited by hybrids from the one with predominately human inhabitants. Nothing said humans couldn’t live amongst hybrids, or vice versa, but before any of them were born, it was decided that maybe the best way to keep the peace after the emergence of hybrids was through separation.

At least, that was until hybrids and humans could come to a better understanding. They couldn’t even come together and decide how to govern on one accord. Most humans that chose to make their home amongst the hybrid population kept to themselves, or they already had hybrids in the family whom they wanted to be comfortable. When they asked long ago what made Han-Gyeol purchase twenty acres of land in the hybrid district before he actually had hybrids, he said that hybrids always struck him as being above drama more than people. All they really wanted was peace and equality. Humans wanting to live in their district just had to pass a background check, prove they weren’t linked to any hate crimes against hybrids and hadn’t ever been convicted for abusing one.

There also wasn’t such a thing as true “ownership” of a hybrid this side of the barrier. If a human and hybrid chose each other, the process was a lot more like when a human adopted an orphaned child, or vice versa, when a hybrid adopted themselves a human family member. Things were of course much more oppressive on the human side. That’s the side all of them had suffered on.

“I know none of you have had an easy hand out there,” Gramps said, like a mind-reader, “but if you ever got the urge to set out on your own and see life beyond this farm, I wouldn’t stop you.”

“Where’s this coming from?” Jin whispered. “Are we a nuisance?”

“You’ve been slacking on your chores too much for video games, Kookie.” Taehyung pretended to scold.

Jungkook’s mouth popped open as he clutched his face in silent horror, making them all laugh.

“Thanks for humoring an old man.” Gramps sighed. “Just promise me none of ya are going to sit around in the dumps when I’m gone. Find you a nice human if you decide to take in another one. Preferably a newer model with low mileage. If it’s a pretty lady, even better.” He winked, to which they all groaned. Gramps…always the jokester.

That was then and this was now, when the strange advice seemed more relevant than ever. Taehyung knocked softly, hearing Jungkook shuffle around as he more than likely sat up from the cocoon he’d made of the blankets.

Adopting a human, huh? That was all well and good to suggest, but Taehyung didn’t even know how to keep a pet. Sure, they shared the farm with some chickens, ducks, a few goats, even a horse and sheep and two pigs…but none of them were pets. The hybrids considered them just as much residents of the farm as they were. Friends. Their animal sides, even though some of them were the natural predators of the lesser animals, made them sympathetic to the barnyard creatures in a way few humans besides Gramps could be. It was absurd to think of keeping a puppy, when he was partially a dog genetically himself. A human…the member of their family they had lost was a human. And nothing and no one could ever replace their Gramps or his impact on them.

But maybe…just maybe… Taehyung thought of the gloominess that shrouded the whole house. How normally mild-mannered and patient Yoongi was more huffy than ever, how Jungkook had retreated into himself, how Jin had stopped telling jokes and all of Namjoon’s time was spent in the library or writing depressing poems…he knew what he had to do, for all of them.

He had to adopt a new human.

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(Y/N) unwrapped her burger, salivating as the smell hit her full on. She currently had the whole bench to herself, free to set down her tote bag and unwind a little. Silently sending up thanks for the food, the young woman took a big bite, groaning happily as she started to chew. It was the little things that made life bearable at times. Like munching on a juicy burger in the peace of her favorite local park.

Bit of an overcast day, but that didn’t stop the people who were walking along the trail, or unwinding on benches or blankets just like her. Some even had their hybrids with them.

There was also a girl throwing a ball to a dachshund, who raced after it as fast as those stubby legs would allow, and (Y/N) was sure if the pup was a hybrid or an ordinary dog. It could be hard to distinguish at times, especially from a distance.

She sighed, trying not to be too consumed in thoughts of the past, when she and her childhood dog had done the same.

Ha-Kun was a loyal mutt. She and her father had found and rescued him when she was in middle school. (Y/N) remembering taking the shivering puppy home and getting him dry after fishing him out of a river. Instantly, the young girl fell in love with his doleful brown eyes and laughably long ears. There was no telling exactly what was in his genetics, but basset hound probably featured prominently.

That was about the time when (Y/N) made another discovery—her gift. Touching the dog had sent sparks skittering through her fingertips. She’d assumed it was static after rubbing him vigorously with a towel. But as she reached to stroke his head, something strange occurred.

In that moment, (Y/N) could truly feel everything the dog felt. His contentment, the fear that was melting into gratitude, and a newfound sense of devotion. Running to retrieve her dad, she tried to explain what happened, words likely making little sense judging by the confusion on his face.

After he had calmed her down, (Y/N) tried telling him what happened once again, and her father listened with intrigue. Returning to the kitchen together, they found the pup still wrapped in towels and cozy on the kitchen table, smacking his lips in a yawn at them. Giggling, (Y/N) decided then and there he looked too at home to abandon back outside, where he might find himself in another predicament, and her dad agreed. Their new family member was named ‘Ha-Kun’ shortly after, and he made their small family complete over the years. It turned out (Y/N) truly did have a special ability. She was an empath. Specifically, one who could feel and understand the emotions of animals.

It had come as mildly surprising at first, but her father shrugged it off, hypothesizing maybe it came from her mother’s side. Magic was uncommon in the modern era, but not unheard of. People still cropped up now and then who were born with some special talent or another. Making plants grow, running at super-speed, teleporting, and talking to animals.

(Y/N) couldn’t talk to them per se. She had never been able to crack the code to understand ‘words’, but understanding their feelings was very close to that. One touch and everything in its head flowed right through her. Her keen knack for getting them had made her decide to become an animal behaviorist.

Her profession was rewarding, and it felt like her calling, traveling everywhere from households to zoos in a bid to make sure animals had a voice through her. With insight into how they felt made it easier to deduce what was happening and why their behavior may have suddenly changed. The work paid handsomely, but well, it did get a bit lonely.

Ha-Kun had finally slowed down too much to play fetch, and then too much to go on long walks. He ate less, he slept more, and the day she touched his back and peeked into his mind, just as she had so many times before, it broke her heart. That day was a blur.

(Y/N) tried her hardest not to dwell on it. But there was crying. So much crying. Ha-Kun was sad to be leaving her all alone, but she assured him he had been by her side as long as he could manage, and she would never forget him. Her dad met her at the vet’s for moral support, and to say his own goodbyes. They’d watched Ha-Kun drift off into a peaceful sleep together.

That was eight months ago, and (Y/N) still felt the echoes of that loss. There were times when she came home to her empty apartment and felt his absence so profoundly, it was all she could do not to sink to her knees and sob. Ha-Kun had been her best friend, her confidant, there for her always. Each time work had been draining, a blind date her friend set her up on went horribly wrong, or things otherwise weren’t going her way, she could come home and tell him all about it. Her power let her know that animals truly did understand far more than people gave them credit for, and Ha-Kun was a sweet, supportive soul.

People in her life who meant well made suggestions, saying maybe she should try adopting another pet, or maybe even adopt a hybrid. And (Y/N) had considered it, knowing her old friend would rest easier to know she was opening her heart to a new friend. But the few times she had half-heartedly visited hybrid adoption agencies or pet shelters, the spark of connection to make the leap was never there. (Y/N) would never do a hybrid or a pet the disservice of bringing them home when her heart wasn’t in it. She believed both hybrids and animals deserved only homes who were fully committed to them.

Maybe one day, her soul would match with another’s again. Looking down in her lap, (Y/N) realized she’d let her burger grow cold, nibbling it with less enthusiasm so it wouldn’t go to waste. This was the first time she had been back to this park in eight months. It was one of the last places she and Ha-Kun had been together in his final days, and for that reason, she’d thought it best to get some distance from the spot for a while.

Watching everyone happy, whether with their significant others or hybrids, was bittersweet. (Y/N) would never wish the pain that still lingered on any of them. They were strangers who had done nothing to her. But would it be unreasonable if she wished she had a reason to join them again?

Her eyes focused on the girl and dachshund again, the dog slowing down, finally tired after a long hour and a half of chasing its ball. It looked like he wanted just one more throw, and his owner seemed to understand and obliged. It was fascinating watching an animal so small work up that kind of speed.

But as he took off again, a second blur appeared from nowhere, outrunning him to dart for the ball and snatch it up without hesitation. The dachshund was so caught off guard he slipped, eating dirt as he tumbled through the grass. The second canine, much larger than his stout frame, paused to stand over him, head dipping in a show of concern. The dachshund scrambled to his feet and shook himself off as the owner ran over.

She approached warily, unsure about the intentions of the unknown dog, but wanting to check on her own pet. (Y/N) could now see the other dog was a gorgeous golden retriever. As the girl approached, it released the ball from his mouth and nudged it toward her. Bemused but still cautious, she picked it up, and her dachshund trotted over to stand behind her.

The golden dropped to a crouch, fluffy tail an elegant flag waving through the air. Ah, clumsy as his approach had been, (Y/N) was certain that he wanted to join their game. Shaking her head, the girl scooped up her dachshund, dropping the ball at the golden’s feet and walking away. His ears drooped a little, but he picked up the abandoned toy and began to trot around the park.

(Y/N) watched curiously as he made his way around the area, approaching various people and hybrids. Some seemed interested in the dog, and offered him a few quick pats before turning back to their affairs.

Others ignored him entirely, and a few times an agitated hybrid or grumpy dog had blocked their person and stood their ground, making it clear he wasn’t welcome in their space. Each rejection seemed to discourage the poor dog, his tail falling lower and lower. (Y/N)’s heart really went out to him.

Though she couldn’t help but wonder where he had come from, and where his owner was. Surely a golden retriever with such nice muscle definition rippling beneath his glossy, well-groomed coat had a home.

One that made sure he was fed, groomed and properly exercised. As she continued admiring him, his eyes swung in her direction. Human and dog stood still, just observing each other unhurriedly. Then, mind made up, he was coming closer, ball still held in his mouth, tail raising optimistically. (Y/N) couldn’t help but grin. He was no quitter, that was for sure.

Reaching the bench, he was so close she could now see and admire what a stunning creature he was up close. This was the kind of dog that dominated the ring at dog shows.

He radiated warmth, and she had to admit (Y/N) wasn’t sure she had ever seen a golden retriever so silky. It was his eyes that did her in, though.

They were the deepest, most soulful blue. She knew enough about breeds to know that blue-eyes weren’t possible in a purebred golden, even though he looked like one in every other way. Maybe there was some throwback in his genes, some physically non-evident breed making itself known.

Whatever it was, he was no less beautiful. His eyes shining, he eased his head towards her lap. At first, she thought he was going for the remains of her burger, which she had all but forgotten about at his appearance. But it quickly became clear he had another objective altogether. (Y/N) smiled gently, cupping her hands and holding them out.

The dog readily dropped his head into them, and (Y/N) couldn’t contain her loud gasp, nearly recoiling. The emotions that filtered into her… It was such a strong mix of grief and loneliness. He reminded her…of herself.

“Oh, buddy…” she breathed, her eyes feeling heavy and wet. The canine whimpered, dropping the ball on the bench and just standing there with his head on her lap. She used her thumbs to stroke under his eyes, as if she were wiping away unshed tears. The golden whined a few more times, but made no move to remove his head from her lap, sitting on his haunches and pushing in further until his snout touched her stomach. (Y/N) knew that even if she stood up, he would still be at waist-level with her. He was a good size for a golden retriever, but she was also pretty petite for a human. “How long have you been feeling like this?” She asked him.

The golden slowly withdrew his head, huffing a short bark in response. More than ever, she wished she could do more than understand animal emotions. If only she knew exactly what pain was ailing his heart.

There was still no one in sight coming to claim this guy, and his heart called out to her too strongly for her to get up and leave. She had no more appointments for the afternoon anyway. Reaching for the ball he had placed on the bench, (Y/N) showed it to him and watched a little light return to his eyes. “Would me tossing this for you cheer you up a little? I noticed you’ve been trying to play with someone for a while now.”

More light trickled back into those expressive baby blues, a slow wag setting his tail in motion. Taking that as a yes, (Y/N) stood, and sure enough, the dog’s head was at her waist. Putting her tote bag on and throwing her trash away, (Y/N) moved out into the grass with him so there’d be more room to throw. He stood at the ready, and she hoped he wouldn’t be too disappointed with her weak tosses.

When she let the ball fly and he took off like a shot, all she could do was gape. In no time flat the pretty dog was barreling back, and the ball was back in her possession. “Whoa, you really live up to your reputation as a retriever.” She praised. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, eyes squinting in pride. “Wanna do it again?”

The strong bark and way he pawed the ground in anticipation made a full smile break out across her lips. (Y/N) lost count of how many times she watched his sail across the ground like he was floating and return with the ball in his grip. Both their cares seemed to melt away, the dog becoming more animated with every throw, and (Y/N) remembering the joy of playing with a pet in the park. He was much speedier than Ha-Kun ever was, but the fun of watching her old friend bring back the ball was the way his stubby legs maneuvered. This guy was all grace and speed, covering the distance to her in long strides.

(Y/N) felt like it was just the two of them, existing to play with each other, until something cold brushed her nose, and she looked up to see snowflakes drifting down from the dark sky.

It was harder to ascertain the exact time they had been out here. It was a dreary day already and she had come here around lunchtime. With the shorter days of winter, it could be approaching sunset for all she knew. Which meant…

Her new friend looked at her, and his tail dropped, all the energy bleeding right out of him. He knew, she realized.

“I,” (Y/N) swallowed, voice feeling thicker than it should. Why did the thought of saying goodbye sting so badly. She barely knew this dog. And there was no way he was just some stray. He probably got lost, stumbled here, and was too distracted by the prospect of playing to sniff his way home. She likely should have been more focused on helping reunite him with his owner than indulging both of their lonely hearts. “It’s getting late.” She told him.

He barked once, staring behind him, towards the trail that would soon be lit by the light posts coming on. It cut close to the woods, but the area was safe, so even in the evenings, joggers still got in their last bit of running for the day.

Unsure what he wanted, (Y/N) watched him lope off toward the trail, stop, and turn back around. When she remained frozen, he barked a bit more urgently, running to her and nudging at her. She stumbled, able to tell even when being gentle, this dog was strong. “I could be completely off base, but you’re acting like I’m supposed to be following you.”

More urgent barks, and it clicked. That’s exactly what he wanted.

“Um…do you actually know your way home? Do you want me to walk you there?” A calmer bark. “Is it far?”

To her utter astonishment, the dog shook his head. For the first time since meeting him, (Y/N) wondered if she was wrong. What if he was never just some pretty dog, but a hybrid? It might explain those eyes.

And, if that was the case, she should probably be more cautious about following him to parts unknown. Friendly and playful and lonely as he had been, a hybrid was very much in touch with their human side. If he had any ill intentions, what would she do? He might be able to overpower her if he shifted.

A long whine broke her from her thoughts, and he delicately touched his cold nose to the back of her hand, his eyes nothing short of pleading. Puppy dog eyes weren’t fair coming from a master. There was a bit of desperation she could sense from him at the touch. He really, really wanted her to come along. (Y/N) remembered the initial sense that she was meeting a kindred soul, which caused her to feel such a fast attachment to him in the first place. For whatever reason, she wanted to trust him.

“Alright,” she adjusted her tote bag and took a step forward. The golden retriever spun in happy circles. “Lead the way.”

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Gilded Gambit

Summary: Her whole life, Jamie has been comfortable and well taken care of, the loved hybrid of a well off family. Until the day when she’s taken away from the only family she’s known, beaten and left for dead on the doorstep of a mysterious organization that might as well be the hybrid equivalent of the mob. A crime syndicate that ultimately wants to force revolution onto society. And they go by the name Bangtan Sonyeondan.

(Hybrid AU, Mafia AU, Slowburn, enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers)

Rating: M

Pairings: Hybrid!BTSxBTS, OT7xFem!Hybrid!OC/Reader

Part 1 Part 2

Author’s Note: This is a crosspost from AO3; I am the one who posted it on AO3 and it is my story!

Jimin didn’t bother knocking, poking his head curiously through the heavy oak door. Jin sat resting with his head in his hands, the unconscious patient he had worked on in her human form. She might heal better if she had stayed a ferret, but it was easier and safer to treat her extensive list of injuries when she wasn’t an animal. Seokjin had administered a drug that forced a hybrid to shift into whatever form they weren’t already in. It was useful during interrogations when someone wanted to be stubborn and stay shifted down, knowing their human sides were often more vulnerable.

“You can just set it down,” his hyung said without looking up. “Thank you.”

Jimin stared at what appeared to be an unappetizing mess neatly sectioned off by a cafeteria tray. In order to make it easier on all of them, they had been giving her mushed foods suited to a ferret’s omnivorous diet. Soft fruits, ground beef, eggs. Presentation could be a little neater, but it wasn’t something they had time to think about. The person getting the food wasn’t even conscious anyway. In fact, she had only been moved out of med bay into a spare bedroom yesterday evening.

“Actually, Namjoon wanted to talk to you.” Jin finally picked his head up, and Jimin winced in sympathy over the dark circles under his eyes. Seokjin prided himself on his appearance, rightfully so. His hyung was beautiful. It just wasn’t a good idea to tell him unless you had a few hours to waste hearing him preen over his own looks.

Running his hands down his pants, Jin stood. “Alright, well still just leave the tray. I’ll feed her when I come back.”

The younger man stared over at the comatose woman, her white hair pressed messily against the pillows propping her up, neck and face still sporting bruises. Even after almost a week being cared for by Seokjin and their private medical team, she still looked like she’d been through hell. “I can do it.” He volunteered.

”No you don’t have...well you know what? Fine, it won’t hurt anything.” Jin was too tired to put up much fight. Even while laying around she had to be the most high-maintenance captive they had ever had. Given who she was, having her could provide valuable leverage against a government official. But she was really only good to them alive, and keeping her breathing had been a hassle when she’d shown up on their doorstep half-dead already.

Frankly, Jimin was curious. He couldn’t sate that curiosity when she was unconscious, but, he had the patience to wait. Just like that, they swapped places, Jimin finally able to set down the tray and pull the chair closer to her bedside. “You know to get one of the medics if her heart-rate changes too drastically.”

”Mhm,” he replied absently, vaguely noticing the heart-rate monitor clipped to her finger, the machine stationed on the other side of her bed, out of the way. Seokjin left just as Jimin scooped some of the mushed down fruit onto a spoon. “Hello, we haven’t been formally introduced but I’m Jimin.” Making sure her head stayed properly elevated, the young man guided the blend of strained peaches and mashed watermelon into her mouth, pleased when she swallowed easily.

“You really got the whole country’s attention, disappearing in all that chaos.” Another spoonful of fruit went down her throat. “Well, I guess it was the reward offered for you...” The room was big, furnished by the large bed she convalesced in, a vanity and nightstand set, and a bookshelf of titles only their brainiac leader had any real interest in.

There was no TV, no fine paintings on the walls like in the main foyer or the hallways of their personal quarters. Just a ridiculously expensive oriental carpet under their feet and stillness that felt suffocating after a while, which was why he was determined to fill it with one-sided conversation. “It’s lucky for us that we were the ones who found you, and lucky for you too.” Jimin began giving her the ground beef, watching her pink lips smack lightly. Considering her countenance, he giggled, “You might not think that when you wake up, but we saved your life, so you’ll owe us.”

Jimin leaned in close, brushing a bit of hair from her face. Since no one was around, and she wouldn’t object, he held a few strands between his thumb and index finger, rubbing them like he was feeling the finest quality silk.

Angora fur really was as luxuriously soft as he’d heard. It was so sought after, that it wasn’t uncommon for angora rabbits and ferret hybrids to raised for their pelts, the way their animal counterparts had been for centuries. For a while, it was even more popular to use hybrid pelts, because of rumors it was even finer quality than the average animal’s fur. As if skinning poor bunnies and ferrets and foxes who had only known life in cages wasn’t bad enough.

Laws stopping such atrocities against hybrids had gradually been put in place, but not before hundreds if not thousands had already lost their lives to that trade. And the existence of those laws didn’t stop the high demand on the black market. Just a month ago, they had conducted a sting operation to rescue hybrids kidnapped and destined for slaughter. It had been particularly satisfying not only to destroy that ring and everyone involved—viciously—but to see the final looks on their face that the creatures they exploited were the ones behind their demise.

This little ferret had probably never had to even think of that terror, her life was so far removed from the average wild hybrid’s. Jimin understood why some of the others sneered when Jin and Taehyung brought her back to base, why they watched her limp form get taken to the med bay with a mixture of scorn and pity.

As a hybrid who had also once been exploited by humans, like many in their organization, Jimin supposed he should hate her too. Maybe he resented her, just a little, for having access to such luxury without lifting a paw, but overall he was just intrigued.

The right outfit and more time to heal, she’d be pretty. In the news footage of her all dolled up and standing with the ambassador’s daughter she was beautiful. Not that Namjoon would let him play dress-up with their captive. Sighing, Jimin gave her the rest of her meal, making sure to coax some of the water he brought down her throat as well.

No sooner had he began to wonder if he should wait for Jin-hyung or take the empty tray back to the kitchen than the door swung open, the force bringing a cool breeze. Jimin felt his nose give an involuntary twitch, picking up the fact that it wasn’t Jin coming back.

”What are you doing here?” If he didn’t know the owner of that voice so well, he might have tensed, taking the iciness in the tone as a sign of potential danger. But he knew it wasn’t directed at him, not really.

“I asked Jin-hyung if I could feed the hostage.” He grinned cutely, but the intensity on Taehyung’s face didn’t change at all. One snowy, striped ear twitched, his long tail held to the side, tense. Those blue eyes were as frigid as a winter sky, and they were locked on the hybrid in the bed with startling focus. “I could ask the same thing. What are you doing here? Namjoon wants her alive for a reason, you know.”

The alert, rounded ears lowered slightly, Taehyung averting his gaze as he cracked his knuckles. ”I wasn’t going to kill her.” he grumbled.

Jimin only continued to smile, his own tail swishing gently against the soft carpet. “We both know there are a lot of ways to make a person wish they were dead that come before finishing them off.”

Rolling his eyes, Taehyung came a little closer, radiating grace and power, his footsteps sure and silent. From head to toe, he was the very picture of a beautiful predator. ”I wasn’t going to touch her,” he insisted. “I was looking for Jin-hyung.”

Turning so he straddled the chair, Jimin rested his arms across the back of it and laid his chin on them. ”You just missed him, give or take twenty minutes.”

Taehyung rolled up the pressed sleeve of his semi-translucent Armani button-up, revealing a silver Rolex. “Where would he be now?” he asked himself, brow furrowed as he started to turn around.

”He’s with Namjoon-hyung,” Jimin informed him. “I don’t know what it’s about so who knows how long it’ll take. Going by the kitchen?” In the process of sitting there, talking to Taehyung, he had decided he liked the girl’s silent company, and wouldn’t mind remaining at his post until Seokjin returned.

”What do you want, a snack?” The other man snarked.

“I mean if you’re offering,” Jimin held out the tray. ��But I was wondering if you could take this back with you.”

Tae shrugged, leaning over to take it from him, when his eyes locked on a point over Jimin’s shoulder. He stiffened instantly, and the smaller man almost wondered if Tae sensed a danger he couldn’t. Intimidating canines flashed as the tiger hybrid poorly suppressed a snarl. “Where...are her ears?”

Given Taehyung’s normally deep speaking voice, the growl to his words caused a shiver straight up Jimin’s slouched spine. Craning his head around to peek, he noticed for the first time that he couldn’t see the girl’s ears at all. He had assumed they were hidden, pressed against her skull and covered by hair as she slept. Curiously, he skimmed a hand against the top of her head, but all he felt were smooth tresses. Lifting away hair from her pillow revealed what he expected to find: perfectly normal, human ears.

The sight sent Taehyung reeling back. “What the hell?” he hissed. “Do we really need anymore proof she’s beyond out of touch with her inner animal?” His glare had only intensified, and if she knew how much animosity those beautifully chilly eyes were directing at her, she might have tried making herself smaller.

Feeling the tension rise considerably, Jimin tried for an easy explanation. ”Jin-hyung did pump her full of drugs that forced a shift so she’d heal better. It could just be that.”

”Yeah, and it could just be that I actually miss the circus.” The tiger was having none of it. “Even unconscious, no self-respecting hybrid would draw in their animal features unless...”

Jimin knew exactly what he was going to say. Unless they were looking for human approval. Though most humans who owned hybrids liked that they physically appeared to be a mix of man and animal, it wasn’t that long ago that hybrids were considered glorified pets. They still were for some, treated no better than the common house cat or dog, despite having total sentience much closer to humans.

Then there were people who took it a step further, and wanted no trace of hybrids in society. They regarded them as unnatural, freaks of nature. No one truly knew where they had come from generations ago, whether they were a naturally occurring link between man and beast, or, as some conspiracy theorists postulated, the product of secret bioengineering to enhance humans with animal strength that went a bit left and resulted in the first hybrids.

Some of these early experiments, the theories speculated, had revoluted against their human creators and escaped to the wild, where they formed settlements and began to reproduce, leading to “wild” hybrids who weren’t as tame as intended. Whether or not any of it held water, the fact that new hybrids were now artificially conceived in lab environments around the world was well known.

This was especially true if some wealthy socialite wanted an exotic hybrid with an animal side from some critically endangered or long extinct animal. With enough money and the right connections, one could be custom-made and ready for purchase. Over years of selectively breeding, scientists had even perfected picking and choosing the right balance of personality traits so that they wouldn’t be too hard to manage. A snow leopard who had all the exoticism of the graceful big cats in the wild, but all the docility and obedience of a hand-reared house pet.

Hybrids like he and Taehyung who had been born outside labs but still raised at least partially by humans sometimes felt imposed upon by their human-made counterparts. It was considered a sign of total submission to humans, total domestication, to pull in one’s ears and tail and whatever other features marked them as a hybrid. It was painful, but doable, though most felt there was no need to hide their authentic selves, water their appearances down to be more palatable to human eyes.

“Even worse than some pampered pet, she’s lab grown.” Taehyung backed away with a shake of his head.

“We don’t actually know that.” Jimin pointed out lazily. “Yeah it’s easier for them to do it, but technically, so could we if—”

The warning growl building in Taehyung’s throat cut him off, and Jimin sighed. “Just get that to the kitchen and then see if there are any nice treats we can share.” Making sure his ears were tucked down against his head, and his eyes were extra round, Jimin held his tail up under his chin.

“I’ll take this to the kitchen, but then I’m going to go see Gguk. I need him to try digging up whatever he can find out about her.”

There was no use trying to dissuade Taehyung once he’d made up his mind, so Jimin didn’t try. He studied her face—Gwan Jamie. The fingers of one hand suddenly curled atop the sheets before releasing, and the male noticed with anticipation that he could hear her breathing shift.

She was waking up.

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There was nothing really excruciatingly painful that she had been through in life, so Jamie didn’t have much to compare it to. Once she had tried sneaking up on Byungwook, and he had neutralized her without hesitation. She had ended up flat on her back, dazedly staring up at the summer sky while his elbow dug into her windpipe and his full weight pressed on top of her. The minute he saw it was only her, he got up, checking her over and scolding her for startling him.

That was to say, that instance in which she thought she would be choked out before she could explain, was nothing in comparison to the immense ache she woke up to—everywhere. Jamie groaned, noticing her throat wasn’t quite as parched as she was expecting, but her tongue still felt like lead against the roof of her mouth. Attempting to bring a hand up to rub at her eyes revealed something on her finger. Eyes gradually widening, she followed the cord to the heart rate monitor looming across the bed. Then stared down at the downy, unfamiliar sheets, wiggling her toes underneath them. At least she still had those.

Nose twitching, her instincts finally made her aware of the presence oh so close, staring oh so hard. A gasp turned into a half-growl of warning when she noticed the man, no, hybrid at her bedside. His tall, feline ears stood high, his shining cinnamon brown eyes—rimmed in kohl that she couldn’t decipher if it was mascara or not—full of interest and focus, the way only a cat could be. His tail swung from behind him, landing in his lap as he leaned in.

“Who…are you?” She asked, hesitantly. She was definitely not in the manor from what she could tell, but she was also pretty sure this was no hospital. Not even the private ones looked like this. The stranger gave her a small, lopsided grin that revealed a hint of fangs, though he didn’t appear to be trying to intimidate her.

Jamie sucked in a breath, glancing away. Truth be told, he was ethereal. Definitely a hybrid, but with such sweet, angelic features. Humans had cosmetic procedures done to get lips so pretty and full, but it wouldn’t surprise her in the least to learn his were natural. His cheeks were round, squishy.

With the right expression, he would be downright boyish looking, but this was an adult hybrid, someone her age at the least. As he cocked his head, studying her in return, one of his ears moved parallel, and she noticed the jewelry dangling from it. A silver key. A small set of diamond studs rested above that.

Actually, after spending almost her whole life with Ae-Ri, around money, Jamie was sure this hybrid had it. The semi-translucent cotton shirt he wore was Gucci. She didn’t need to see the silver insignia on the collar to recognize the brand. The sleek black suspenders across his slim shoulders were too. His light brown hair looked like it had once been gelled but had started to come loose, falling into his inquisitive gaze.

Jamie had been around attractive hybrids and their attractive owners at many a social function with the Gwans, but she was still getting a little mesmerized. This cat had a disarmingly pretty face, but instincts told her not to consider letting her guard down just yet. He was dressed well enough to be the young CEO of some up-and-coming company. Pretty enough to be plastered on adverts around Seoul modeling the latest trends in high-fashion for hybrids. That combination alone made her wary. It always did.

“Jimin.” he replied, even his voice mellifluous to the ear. “You’re Gwan Jamie, right?”

Slowly, she nodded, her mind still very foggy. She was…in a bed, her body painful, and covered in bandages. What happened? There was a considerable gap in her memory between Ae-Ri leaving for her date that night and how she’d ended up in some unfamiliar house in a roughed up state.

“Hyung’s been watching over you for days, and the first day I come in, you woke up.” The thought seemed to greatly please Jimin, his milky brown eyes disappearing into the crescents of his soft cheeks.

“Stop acting so friendly with her. Now that she’s awake, we need to tell Namjoon so the interrogation can start.”

Somehow, she had completely missed the presence of the second man, until that dark voice spoke up from the shadows. A shaky hand came up to check the side of her neck, where her pulse had started to quicken. Jimin was some kind of cat, and probably at the least an exotic species, by the looks of his ears and tail, but despite him falling on the side of predator, and in spite of Jamie knowing she had to be cautious, he didn’t invoke the same involuntary spike of fear that this second hybrid did.

The low, solitary swish of his long tail and the ears cocked back on his head made his species a dead giveaway. Jamie had never met a real bengal tiger. They were coveted, but didn’t do well in captivity. Most owners found themselves very much in over their heads by the time the hybrid reached maturity. Even when they were raised by humans as cubs, there was no guarantee they would remain docile and obedient.

The best place to procure one was from a state-of-the-art lab, and because they were endangered, it was hard to do that. Something told her he was not from a lab, and he would not hesitate to go for her jugular. The way he stared at her, as if she only existed because he allowed it…instilled a coldness Jamie had never known.

Straightening her spine, despite the pain it caused, she valiantly tried to curb any sign of her mounting anxiety. The last thing she wanted was to release a puff of pheromones and let them know how unsettled she was. She was a predator too, damn it. Granted angora ferrets were more inclined to hunt lizards, small birds, rodents and other little mammals. Maybe the odd, non-venomous snake in the wild, if they could dig one up.

They were no match in any form for bigger predators with powerful paws and superior bite strengths. “Interrogation?” She repeated, not able to meet his blue eyes when he glared. Unlike with Jimin, she held no doubts that the kohl around his eyes was natural. “I just woke up here, bandaged and confused, and I need to be interrogated?”

”She’s got a point, Tae.” Jimin said evenly. “I don’t think she’s ready. Just go tell Namjoon. I’ll keep an eye on her.”

Tae did not take his eyes off her for an uncomfortably long period of time. It felt like the skin of her face would melt off the bone before he decided to stop.

Finally, with a grumble too low for her to make out, Tae made his exit, and Jamie was able to breathe at last. She hated that he exhibited the same lethal grace leaving as he had just standing there.

“Your friend seems very hospitable.” The words were out before she could nip them down. Ae-Ri’s feistiness had rubbed off somewhere along the line. Jimin luckily did not seem offended, only grinning a bit.

”Tae’s got history with humans, and you were raised by them. It’ll take him a while to get use to you.”

“That sounds like we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other,” Jamie mumbled.

Jimin nodded. “I don’t think you’re really healed yet. You were out for almost a week.”

”Almost a week?” Her heart skipped a beat, the room suddenly tilting. “W-Wait, what about Ae-Ri? She’s my…my owner.” Stopping, the ferret tried to determine if she should say more. She hadn’t been kept out of the public spotlight, so if someone had seen Ae-Ri on TV at some point they had probably seen her.

For that reason, she shared a bodyguard detail with her owner. It would be problematic if either of them got taken hostage. She was as much a part of Ambassador Gwan’s family as his own daughter. That’s how it had always been. She ate dinner with them, went on vacations with them. As a kit, when she and Ae-Ri were both small and Ae-Ri got fussy around bedtime, Jamie had spent many nights curled up by her head as a ferret, right there on her pillow.

Jimin blinked. “We just met, and you’re already thinking of leaving?” The question didn’t even register. Jamie was cycling through the mess of thoughts in her head.

Everyone knew Ae-Ri as the independent young socialite who would speak diplomatically about women’s rights at the UN and then be spotted out sassing paparazzi that asked invasive questions. Jamie had been with her on many such occasions. Usually in human form, right at her side, but occasionally riding along in a bag, poking her snout out on occasion.

Jimin’s own features shifted, becoming more serious. Where before his smile had been open, his eyes curious, he regarded her with as much calculation as she was giving him. Crossing his legs at the knee, Jamie caught sight of his wingtip loafers. One of the things Ae-Ri had always told her was, a person’s fashion sense said a lot. Not just about their personality, or that they liked the color pink.

There were codes hidden in a smart business look the average person might miss in favor of gawking at the expensive clothes. One such “code” was that a man in Italian leather shoes was not to be trusted. Great. He was definitely more than a pretty face, and given the company he kept—“Tae”—that probably spelled danger.

It was a ridiculous leap to make, under normal circumstances, but given the unknowns of how she had ended up in this room with him clearly recovering from extensive injury, how Tae had a problem with humans and by extension hybrids who interacted with them, and the fact that Jimin’s footwear was suspicious, according to Ae-Ri’s codes, there was only one conclusion.

”Y-You’re mafia, aren’t you?”

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