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Unit 022 (Cyberpunk!JungkookxRobot!Y/N)

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Warnings- None

One shot but possible series!

(”My name is already printed on her body. I don’t share.”)

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12.7.2022.

The first to betray me was a god. My creator. My mother. The nights I spent in the scrap yard left a gaping hole in the center of my hardware. I wish I was never coded to feel such strong emotions. I could never name this aching sensation, but it’s so overwhelming. My hands ached from the lack of oil and I was quickly running low on battery. I had been eating nuts and bolts for some time now, my artificial teeth vibrated with each bite. Seemingly, the realization I am a product of a defect is one that is hard to deal with. I was never meant to exist. My breath, down to the metal of my lungs, was a blip in the timeline.

Units, like me, aren’t as rare as they used to be. When we were first introduced to the game we were considered ‘limited treasures’. We were considerably expensive to the common people, only higher players on the leaderboard could have even imagined owning a unit. Were designed to serve without reason or thought, our heart stones act as an extra life for the player. Units are designed for the purpose of service and companion ship. Nothing but mutts in a greater perspective. After the 3rd arch unit’s were now available by search, being able to come across them by chance made it that more exciting. They can be found in caves, dungeons, castles, and forests. Typically not found in scrap metal.

I wasn't made correctly, I was a mistake. I don't have a heart stone. I would never be able to provide the protection needed for my master. I am always in competition with myself, never with competitors because in reality I don't have any. I have to push myself ten times more than average to compensate for my lack. If my life wasn't dependent on him, it would be so satisfying to see just how bad things could get.

Master Jungkook found me 26 moons after I was thrown to the cats. He was completing a quest for his local black smith, he was tasked to find just enough metal to create his very own scythe. He landed upon me instead. He was 9, or so he tells me. I was unable to scan him for the first few months, so I just followed him around like a lost puppy. I always wanted to make sure I was around, just in case his stats ever tarnished. “Do you need anything, Master?” I whispered. “Uh, Nope! Not yet!” the boy gleamed. My readers were broken when I was scavenged and the technician said he was surprised my back up generator lasted for that long. By the time they had busted open my panels my lead was melted and fused into one.

Once I was repaired I wasn’t in the market for long, master Jungkook took no time to take ownership of my unit. Master Jungkook is an eager player in the VRMMO world. From the moment I met him he glistened with boyish charm. I felt that my camera modified iris could not comprehend the colors that glew from his skin. How his hair would fall perfectly with each landing, and his clothes always tailored to perfection. He was beauty personified, kindness made unreal, and love turned nonfiction.

“Can you be any slower 22?!” Master chuckled from the practice field. “I had to grab safety equipment! What if you get hurt while we're gone?” I rebutted. He had just looked towards the sun and smiled, gripping onto his scythe with ambition. His attention was abruptly taken by the map changing shape for the second time this hour. They interchange every 30 minutes, to keep the players engaged and simulated.

“Woah, you see that cliff? I wonder what the views are like!” he shouted through his bunny teeth. Jungkook is much older now, nowadays it really showed in his face. His stats tell me he’s freshly 19. Before I could snap myself out of my thoughts and protest whatever menacing plan the boy was up to he had already dashed out of my peripheral view. I adjusted my camera to the new lighting and chased after him. His scent following behind him as he ran, no one could be as comforting as he is. His feet carried him up the side of the building, standing completely vertical. “Master! Please be careful!” I screamed, reaching my hands out.

“Why don't you hurry up here? It will be better with you here!” He smirked. I scrambled my way up the same path he took. By the time I had reached his presence all I could do was grab onto his waist. I wasn’t fearful of myself, but rather fearful of something happening to him. “Aw, you scared Bunny?” he whispered. “Huh?” I squeaked. “I thought maybe having a name would be much more endearing than calling you ‘Unit 022’ all the time. What do-ya think?” “I like it. I really do.”

12.8.2022.

Tonight Master decided to take on a quest in a new unlocked map. I don't have a good feeling, though I never do. He can never seem to stay out of trouble. I decided to bathe myself in fluid before battle, it helps keep my hardware capable of expansion on field. The capsule is clear with a blue hue light shining upwards from below. My body stays floating as I close my eyes and roll my head back. All noise from the outside world is muffed through my encasing. I hear the closing of a door behind me on my right side. My ear automatically intensifies to adjust to my surroundings.

“Resting?” The voice spoke. I could have picked it out and recognized it from a million, it was Jungkook. “You know I like being prepared.” I smiled while keeping my eyes closed. I could sense him taking steps closer to the capsule, it wasn't very hard to tell. The quest tonight is a battle against another team, we estimate 2 players excluding a fellow unit. This should be easier considering they're a lower level than we are. “Are you nervous for tonight?” I questioned. “What? No, never” Jungkook chuckled with his chest. I used this moment of happiness to check his stats. His health was in mint condition, although I sensed his stress levels increased. He was lying to me.

“Why did you take this quest anyways?” I finally opened my eyes. Jungkook was standing directly in front of my drifting body, he was shirtless and making hard eye contact with me. His tattoos were littered across his skin. I loved them, they gave him personality. “Because I want to get us somewhere nicer. Don't get me wrong, his district will always have a place in my heart but I can't stand living in fear that something bad will happen to you while I'm logged out.” he sighed. “You know I can handle myself.” I pushed my body down towards him, placing my hands on the glass. The fluid in the chamber made my hair beautifully flow above my head, I looked like a painting. Jungkook placed his hands on mine. “I know, I never want to take the chance of losing you.” I could feel a vibration spread from the core of my body, why would he say such an intimate thing? “I still remember what it was like to struggle. I don’t want us to ever feel like ever again.”

“I wouldn't worry too much, master. Tonight will be just fine, we always make it out alive.” I tried comforting him, with the best that my robotic heart could ever. He bit his lip in worry, “I know we will.”

He dropped his hands from the glass and shook his head. His eyes never left mine, but the worry stayed. He turned on his heels and left the repair room. I sighed and tried my best to relieve my distress. I couldn't get my mind off the little boy who once was my savior.

Preparing to defend Jungkook was a tedious task. I never really knew what may happen to him while in battle, so I prepared for everything. I carried a metal pack that would latch onto these hooks designed onto the back of my suit. I carried things like health potions and extra bullets for my hand guns because it felt foolish to not be over prepared. Legend has it I started throwing in food packs as well, Jungkook's stomach is a never ending black hole. Once on a journey to the far lands Jungkook complained the whole time because there hadn't been a market for miles. I kind of liked whiny Jungkook.

I made sure to lace my suit on extra tight, I had always done this to aid my anxiety. It was all black with blue strips that lined my sides. It used to be completely black until a few months ago when Jungkook dyed his hair blue, now we match. I slide my hand guns into their holster on my waist, they are also matte black. The only thing making me visible with all the dark colors was the ownership tag on my suit. It stated “OWNERSHIP OF PLAYER: JEON JUNGKOOK”, just right above my tramp stamp, it was embroidered with a beautiful silver. Just Jungkook's taste.

“Ready?” Jungkook called from the common room. I sighed, I really wish we could just stay in tonight. I grabbed the last of my supplies and followed after his voice. He stood in his skin tight upper suit and baggy combat pants. This was his everyday uniform. “Are we teleporting?” I questioned. Sometimes using teleportation devices messed with my inner GPS, I hated using them. “You know it,” Jungkook smirked. He took a hold of my hand and lifted me up onto the platform. His hand landed securely on my waist, holding my balance as the frequency makes me dizzy.

By the time we had arrived at the agreed battle zone the sun had already set and everything was pitch black. Jungkook stood tall and strong in front of me, I used my reader and scanned the area. I found 3 heat signatures on the opposite end of the field. “3 Directly in front of us.” I whispered just loud enough for him to pick up. “They have a unit.”. He nodded his head in confirmation.

A booming voice spoke over the speakers. “Players. You have 30 minutes to capture each other's flags. Once captured, all weapons must be dropped. Failing to do so will lead to a permanent ban. Prizes for the winners will be collected once health has been restored. If both teams fail to capture the opponent flag 100,000 dollars will be collected in fines.” A gasp left my mouth as I heard the stakes. Jungkook, what the fuck.

I could sense the other players beginning to station themselves for battle. I took this as a perfect opportunity to activate the shields I have installed in both Jungkook and I’s suits. I lowered my glasses completely to give me insight on the other team and keep tabs on Jungkook’s stats. His oxygen rate was increasing along with his stress levels, he’s most likely to take risky chances when like this. I need to keep an eye on him.

The announcer spoke once more, “Teams, make your way to the center of the field.”

Jungkook took the first step, I followed right behind him. Two men and a female presenting unit make themselves known on the other side. The taller man had bright orange hair whereas the shorter one had bright red. I made a signal on Jungkook’s map to watch his blind spot on his right, the lights in that area dimmed and seemed to be laced with traps.

“Beautiful unit you have there,” said the strange man with orange hair. He smiled at Jungkook, never looking in my direction. “We didn’t expect to see anyone else with one in this area, I guess you're lucky.” He chuckled.

“Yeah, I guess you can call it luck.” Jungkook sneered. His grip on his scythe stiffened. “Where's my manners! I’m Kai. This is Jasper and my Unit’s name is Jade. Isn’t this a little dangerous? Just the two of you?” Kai questioned.

“Trust me, I think we got this. We’ve been through much worse.” Jungkook took a step forward, shielding me from Kai's view. “Well if you say so, you are….?” Kai’s voice veered off as he spoke.

“Jungkook.”

“And her's?”

“Does it matter?” Jungkook cut him off just as soon as he opened his mouth. I suppose Kai sensed the aggression because he threw his hands up in defense. “I was just wondering, why don't we raise the stakes?” Kai smirked.

“How so?” Jungkook’s head tilted with confusion. I reached my hand out and placed it on his upper forearm. I thought maybe this would let him know not to play into whatever trap Kai was opposing. I was wrong. “If I win I want your unit.” Kai’s once smirk disappeared into nothing but a cold stare. I took a bold step forward and narrowed my eyes. “You’re too late, she’s already claimed. My name is already printed on her body. I don't share.”

“Then let the game begin.”

#jungkook #jeonjungkook #jungkookxreader #jungkookfanfic #jungkookau #bts #btsarmy #bts fanfic

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wwwurbunnygrldotcom · 2 years

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y’all i started posting hand pics on twitter, lee know would be proud<3

#straykids #leefelix #lee know #lee minho #seo changbin #seungmin #in skz #skz hyunjin #hwanghyunjin

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65!

Oooo! good one!

I think my favorite title has to be for a fanfic that’s not out yet!! it’s called “J is My Favorite Letter”.

I love it because of the back story! basically as a preschool teacher one of her students (who happens to be jungkooks daughter) asks her what her favorite letter is. she responds with “J is my favorite letter” and it’s one of the main plot points that lead their romance!!

super cute imo heh

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Interact!:)

ask game for fanfic writers

do you know how you want the story to end when you start, or are you just stumbling through the figurative wilderness hoping to find a road?

talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”

on a scale of 1-10 how much do you enjoy incorporating romance into the average story?

what is the plot bunny you’ve been carrying for the longest? optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven’t written it yet and experience deep existential dread?

have you ever made a playlist about something you were writing as an elaborate means to procrastinate when you could have been actually writing and if yes drop a link, son

do you have any kind of consistent writing schedule or just hoping for the best?

tell us about the plot of the first fanfic you ever wrote

what’s your relationship with constructive criticism and feedback like? do you seek it out? how well do you take it?

in an ideal world where you’re already super successful and published, would you want to see a tv or movie adaptation of your work? why or why not?

at what point in the process do you come up with titles, and how easy or hard is that for you?

what’s something neat you’ve learned while doing research for something you were writing? also, how much do you worry about doing research in general?

do you ever have trouble focusing on writing? how do you get around that?

talk about a writing experience that has pleasantly surprised you.

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do you share rough drafts or do you wait until it’s all polished? 28. And who do you share them with?

handwritten notes or typed notes?

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most inspirational quote you’ve ever read or heard that’s still important to you.

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do characters influence your writing style?

do you start with the characters or the plot when writing?

how do you name characters and places?

tell us about a character who’s very different than you who you love a whole lot

do you base your characters of real people or not? If so, tell us about one.

when creating characters, what comes first: appearance, backstory, motivation, personality, something else?

how many stories do you work on at one time?

are you an avid reader?

best piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten.

what is the weirdest story idea you’ve ever had.

describe the aesthetic of a story in 5 words.

how did writing change you?

any writing advice you want to share?

name three of your favorite fanfic writers.

what time are you the most productive when it comes to writing?

what story are you most proud of?

do you reread your own stories?

do you want to be published some day?

do you plan or do you write whatever comes to your mind?

share the synopsis of a story you work on that you haven’t published yet

how many unfinished ideas/stories are you working on at the same time?

when writing, do you have an outline? and do you stick to it?

what’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow?

do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?

five years from now, where do you see yourself as a writer?

what is the last thing that a fic made you google when you were reading it?

what is the last thing that a fic made you google when you were writing it?

where is the most dangerous place that you’ve read fic?

where is the most dangerous place that you’ve written fic?

what was the first commercial property (book/movie/tv show/etc) that you realized was actually professional fanfiction?

what’s the weirdest reason you’ve ever shipped something?

what’s the best insult you’ve read in a fic?

what is your favourite title for a fic you’ve read?

what is your favourite title for a fic you’ve written?

when have you felt the most confident in your writing?

when have you felt the least confident?

how long will you spend on a story or scene before you give up?

how do you write emotional scenes? do you ever feel what the characters feel?

are you very critical of your own writing? how much do you find yourself editing (either during the writing or after the fact)?

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what do you do if a scene gets too serious?

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“proper” punctuation or all lowercase?

less is more or more is more?

said: overused or underused?

what would be on a moodboard for your current wip(s)?

which season best matches the mood of your wip(s)?

does your writing style change depending on the genre you write?

if you could have another author write your wip for you (bc we all dream of this occasionally), who would it be?

sarcastic narrators: entertaining or overdone?

do you notice your own voice in your writing style?

how has your writing style changed over the years?

first, second, or third person?

do you hear other people’s writing styles when they talk?

do you prefer dialogue or description?

do you describe a character’s appearance all right away or in pieces?

romantic/social sideplots: interesting or irritating?

abstract or detailed romance scenes?

what don’t you like about your writing style?

was being a writer a dream of yours when you were little? or did it spring up when your older? or is it just a hobby?

open question to the writer.

a compiled list of asks for me to reference. they are not my own. just some of my favorite questions i’ve picked out from a couple different lists. feel free to reblog and use too!!

#get to know me #authorqna #qna #fanfiction author

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wwwurbunnygrldotcom · 2 years

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File J.ONE Update!!

I will no longer be continuing File J.ONE on Tumblr but rather Wattpad! I usually only do one shots one here and series on my other writing platform. So if you really enjoyed part 2 go check out the newest chapters @wwwurbunnygrlcom on Wattpad!

#hanjisung #straykids #stray kids fanfic

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One Shot Vote!!!

Hello everyone! I wanted to give the chance for people to vote for the next story I put out, I have them already picked out. Leave a comment saying which one you'd like to see!

“If Only You Were Human” - Kim Taehyung (1)

This is going to be very similar to the Kdrama “Holo love”. Taehyung is going to be this app that comes along with the newest phones released in Korea. Allowing you to customize your own ideal partner, friend, or parent. At first Taehyung was made to fill this void of emptiness you felt outside of work, until he became so much more than that.

“Lavender scents” - Hwang Hyunjin (2)

After developing a fear of sleeping from an ex boyfriend, Hyunjin is taking on the role of teaching you how calming bed time can be. This is the perfect thing to read right before bed or for anxiety!!

(VENT! This one hits very close to home. I experienced the same thing in my past relationship, I’m now writing this after not sleeping for almost 42 hrs LOL. When I say “the fear of sleep” I mean the fear of not being able to prevent a situation from happening whist asleep. In my past relationship I would wake up to 30+ messages of him degrading me, if this is something you’re struggling with youre not alone! I thought this would help other Stays who may be struggling with insomnia or any other issues! Sleep well baby Stays!!)

“J is my Favorite Letter” - Jeon Jungkook (3)

This is going to be a single dad jungkook au with the reader/oc being a preschool teacher! This is a common troupe but my favorite, anything with kids gets me every time T-T. This one is going to picture Jungkook as an adorably awkward guy, whilst having his daughter be the one getting the two together.

“My Best Patient” - Jeon Jungkook (4)

Jeon Jungkook is going to be a permeant psychiatric patient living in a group facility, you're going to be his regular doctor and therapist tending to him as much as possible. Things are perfectly fine at first until he becomes obessed with you and pleasing you.

Alright Buns! I hope you're looking forward to everything I have planned so far! Stay safe and be healthy, I love you all<3

#straykids #bts #hwang hyunjin #hwang hyujin imagines #kim taehyung #kim taehyung imagine #jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook imagine #oneshot #straykids oneshot #bts oneshot

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wwwurbunnygrldotcom · 2 years

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ME LITERALLY RN

clean out my inbox or reread one of my comfort fics for the millionth time hm 🤔

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wwwurbunnygrldotcom · 2 years

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Two Valentines (KimTaehyungXSingle!MomOC)

WARNINGS- NONE! THIS IS COMPLETE FLUFF<3

one shot!

Genre- fluffy romance:)

WC- 980

(AN- I found the girl my ex boyfriend of 2 years cheated on me with....turns out he cheated for much longer than I thought. LOL thought I’d make something sweet to cope<3)

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I had only been in love one time. No matter the flowers, the chocolates, or even the biggest of romantic gestures ever swayed my heart into falling. I have adored as many people as there are stars but never in my life have I ever been in love like I am currently.

I gave birth to my daughter, Gwen, almost 2 years ago. Holding her for the first time made me realize all the things my heart has ever missed. She was made from my own flesh and blood and for that she’s given me a purpose. I changed my entire life for her, for her to be able to grow up with a mom who she could depend on. And suddenly, I fell in love; not with a star football player, a doctor, or a CEO. I fell in love with Gwen.

The father of my child left very early on. We were the picture perfect high school sweetheart couple. We met when we both were 16 while being heavily influenced by romance movies. We convinced ourselves we were in love, even promising to get engaged when we were told about Gwen. Though I always knew I was never the one who was made for him. His gaze always wandered too far at the women passing by on the street. His attachment to his phone became bigger than his attachment to me. My idea of a family crumbled and fell to my feet.

The nights I spent pulling at my hair begging for him to listen and to promise to stop outnumbered the nights I spent laughing or singing. I used to dance in the kitchen by myself, sighing the words to my favorite jazz songs. Now I spent my afternoons trying to breathe between the constant sniffles, covering my ears in hopes it will drown out his shouting. I was so baffled. I was told for years that he and I were perfect, that we had to be in love. I kept asking myself, was his love?

For years I never even thought about dating or love. I mean why would I? I had Gwen. That was far more than enough for me.

Despite my love for my daughter she did prevent me from doing things I had always loved. Before her I spent my Fridays out with my friends drinking and going to open mic nights. We had one we especially loved down on the edge of Seoul. The venue itself had a retro aesthetic that drew in older generations, it was beautiful to see them happily reminiscing over the music of their generation. They were excited to even share their stories to younger people who stopped by, making me a regular.

I stopped showing up because Gwen was too much to take care of. Even after countless friends begging me to hire a babysitter, I rarely ever gave in. Only recently that is.

This Valentines day I was swayed into getting Gwen to stay with my parents while I went to the venue hoping. This was a nerve wracking decision since it had been awhile since I had spent this long away from her. So, in true motherly fashion, I packed extra toys, clothes, baby formula, and anything else I could possibly think of. I smothered her in kisses and regrettably made my way out the door.

The venue glittered under the low lighting, the faces of the elderly shining even brighter. The music controlled my body, feeling every sway in my hips sync with the beats. My taste buds becoming heightened to the fruity alcohol I was drinking, giving me this sense of euphoria.

I believe you find the things you need the most when you're least expecting it. A job opportunity after being unemployed for months, a song you wrote going viral, or bumping into an old friend in the store. These coincidences were hand picked for each of us at our lowest. I never gave religion a chance but when you trace your memories back to these moments I began questioning. How could you have known I needed you this badly?

That’s how I met Taehyung.

Taehyung wasn't a family friend, a classmate, or a co-worker. He was a man I met in a jazz open mic the night of Valentine's day. He was a singer, who came to the venue to find release. He was single because love never tasted right. He was sensitive because his grandma tended to every emotion he ever felt. Taehyung was perfect.Though not in the supermodel or the movie star standard of perfection. He was perfect because he was himself.

Taehyung makes my coffee perfect every time, with just enough sugar and cream. Taehyung covers me in a blanket when it’s been just taken out of the dryer. Taehyung puts a pillow under my head when I fall asleep at my desk. Taehyung made Gwen his absolute everything.

Taehyung saw Gwen and fell in love harder than he ever had fallen for me. Taehyung would stay up with her on school nights and finish the homework questions she didn't understand. Taehyung brought her flowers for her kindergarten graduation. Taehyung tells her a story every single night, and every night without fail he had her giggling until her eyes closed.

Instead of growing up with Gwen alone, I grew up with Taehyung.

First dates turned into second dates, meeting Gwen turned into moving in and eventually we were stuck with each other for life. We spent our Sundays sleeping and giving cuddles to our daughter, hoping the sun rays would stay out of our eyes for as long as possible. Baking new recipes and giving brutally honest taste tests at the very end. And falling asleep, to whatever movie Gwen picked out, tangled up together on the couch.

Suddenly, instead of having one Valentine, I had two.

#bts #btsfluff #kim taehyung #kim taehyung fluff #jeon jungkook #v #park jimin #kim namjoon #min yoongi #permission to dance #fanfiction

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This is such an important thing to talk about. Sometimes I get discouraged at the lack of interaction I get on posts, especially on works that I spent hours on and I truly love. Though, when I do get comments and reblogs it makes me so incredibly happy. It keeps me posting. Requests are also as nice thing to see if you like my work, just keep that in mind!

let’s talk, shall we?

it’s no secret that tumblr writers have been leaving or deactivating their blogs, especially in the last year or two. and i think the reason why is even less of a secret.

the fact that writers have to practically beg for feedback and interaction on a site where they post their works for FREE is ridiculous. the fact that most of the people who are reading and consuming these works don’t even spare 10 seconds to add a nice tag to their reblog (if they even bother to do that) is borderline enraging. this is tumblr, not instagram or twitter. likes on tumblr do nothing for the writer. i don’t care if you think that it helps them appear in the tags, or if you think that seeing yet another “___ liked your post” is encouraging to them, because it doesn’t and its not.

and speaking of likes, why is the ratio of likes to reblogs so fucking huge? and before you think i’m being dramatic, lets take a look at some of the notes from my own works.

at the time of me writing this, my one-shot, dream lover, has 821 notes. that’s pretty good right? but let’s see how many are empty likes and how many are reblogs.

769 likes.

52 reblogs.

out of those 52 reblogs, 35 of them are empty. no tag, no comment.

one of my reactions currently has 2,038 notes. you may be thinking that’s a lot, which it is and i’m incredibly thankful for how many notes i’ve gotten on it. but how many are likes and how many are reblogs?

1,924 likes.

113 reblogs.

out of those 113 reblogs, 81 of them are empty.

one of my headcanons currently has 1,110 notes.

1,069 likes.

41 reblogs.

28 of those 41 reblog are empty.

why is it so hard to reblog things and give feedback?

“oh but it won’t fit my blog theme!” if you’re so fucking concerned about what your precious tumblr blog looks like, then send an ask. they’re just as appreciated.

“i don’t know what to say tho!” we’re not asking you to be shakespeare. if you’re really that no thoughts head empty just put a keyboard smash, if nothing else.

“but i’m shy and embarrassed!” the anonymous option is there for a reason, and most writers have it turned on. being shy when you have the option of keeping your identity a secret is no excuse.

and yes, i’m aware that some writers don’t have the anon option on, which brings me to my final point.

stop. demanding.

if a writer has requests open, be a decent human being and use your manners. going into their inbox and saying “____’s reaction of this.” is no way to request something. saying please, thank you, or even “hey, could you do a reaction of _____?” is a thousand times better than just telling them what you want them to write.

writers spend hours of their time and energy to write things for you to read, and leaving an empty like is meaningless to them.

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FILE J.ONE - PT.2

(”I mean if you’re going to hack into my software you might as well give me head first”)

1 - 2 + UPDATE

WARNINGS- smut, mentions of pedophilia, porn, bad language, and over all not kid friendly!

NOT EDITED

Pairing- Han Jisung (of StrayKids) X OC

Genre- Hacker AU, Highschool AU, comedy, and romance.

WC- 2.1K

SUMMARY-

Being a well experienced hacker and coder with too much time on your hands is an interesting hobby, especially interesting when you leave your computer in your school's robotics club and come back to a strange new malware taking over your system. Who in the robotics club is responsible? Who is trying to watch me? And why?

File title; Han Jisung. Age; 17, occupation; student enrolled at Seoul high school, alias; J.ONE.

Normal kid with a normal cyber background, seemingly there was nothing special about Jisung. Except for the alarming amount of porn he watches, although I didn't expect much coming from the vice president of Seoul high school’s robotics club.

I think I may have thrown up in my mouth a little bit when I saw that message last night. Not only did this person install malware but they hacked my camera too? This further adds to what I believe this person's motive is, if they only wanted my information then why go through the trouble of hacking my camera? Either they want to spy on me. Perhaps for some sort of sick sexual fetish or this is a much more personal attack. Just thinking about it makes me feel sick.

And that is exactly how I felt looking at the sign up sheet for the robotics club. Throwing up on the floor may have been better than taking this pen in my hand and signing my name. I felt this sort of resentment towards them, even if not all of them had participated. Imagining them laughing and spending time with my stalker makes me grind my teeth.

It’s true that everybody has their own dirty little secret, or their own evil that gives them pleasure. I’ve seen a lot of awful things since I've started digitally snooping, a lot of things that would make people shutter at the thought of. Though I’ve never cared, I truly do not care what your guilty pleasure is, as long as it doesn't affect me. I have a very small circle of people I love, as long as nothing happens to them I don't care even if the world was burning. Perhaps that was my flaw, I don’t have enough sympathy.

“Wow Areum, I didn't expect this sort of club would be something you’re interested in. It’s nice seeing you getting involved,” said the office lady behind me from her desk. She is having an affair with the principal, trust me. I know a lot about this woman and I've only spoken to her twice but god hearing her speak made my ears bleed a little bit.

The problem about knowing everything about everyone is how it affects your perception of them afterwards. It’s hard building true relationships with people without remembering everything I wouldn't want to remember. You’ll find that people are much darker than they come off to be.

“Yeah well, I just live for the community” I spoke as sarcastically as possible, keeping my back turned whilst writing. Though, she’s right, this isn't something I’d normally do if I wasn't being influenced. I have one close friend, Kim Jennie, but I don’t speak to her often as it is. So fully joining a club was something completely out of my comfort zone.

“I’ll let Chan know you’re coming down, he’s super nice! Don’t worry about not being welcomed, you’ll fit in great.” She comforted me. I finally turned around and made eye contact with her, “Um thanks, i’ll be going now” making my lips into a flat line.

I wasn't intending to be rude at all, that’s simply not who I am. It’s just that I spent most of my high school career being an outcast to my peers, I couldn't help but feel like an outcast to the adults as well. Sometimes I think they pitied me more than anything. I noticed at some point the staff would pay extra care and attention towards me. I would even get called down to the counselors office for wellness checks, asking me if I was alright. Certainly I was, I was perfectly fine. It was just exceptionally hard for me to make friends or participate in class.

My mind had wandered so far that by the time I snapped back to reality I was already In front of the robotics club room, the door was open so there was zero time for preparing myself. I took a deep breath and loosened the tie around my neck a little bit, helping my blood flow so I don't feel like I’m constantly suffocating. I poked my head in the door hoping to find some sort of life form but it turned out to be empty.

After a sound of shuffling Chan’s body popped from around the corner, greeting me with the biggest smile possible. Chan is about 5’7 with brown straight hair going down to his eyebrows, he was the perfect picture of most girls' ideal types. He was kind and humble and most importantly, always willing to be there for other people. He just had this loving aura to him.

A ‘Class President’ badge shining proudly on his chest.

“You must be Areum, right?” He said, extending his hand outward towards mine.

I smiled gently, putting my hand in his whilst moving it up and down, in order to execute this correctly I needed to act as innocently as possible. “Yeah. Chan, right? You’re class president!”

He blushed a little bit when I had brought up his title, his hand making it to the back of his neck rubbing it a little. This felt like a cringe moment straight out of some coming of age movie, gross.

“Seems like you've heard of me.” He giggled.

“Well only good things, the things you’d want people to hear” I responded, maybe giving into his ego will help me gain his trust.

“Thank you, that means a lot. So, what brings you to robotics?”

“I thought maybe I’d try something new, help me get outside my comfort zone a little bit!” I exclaimed.

His smile brightened after hearing my explanation, he seems to truly care about technology and helping others learn. He seemed so pure and innocent.

“Channie!! Where did you go?” Someone yelled from the other side of the wall separating the classroom. My heart dropped to my stomach hearing those words, coming face to face with the boys I have been searching for was nerve wracking to say the least.

The youngest member, Jeongin, was the owner of the voice. He was only a year below me but he had this sort of childlike innocence still inside of him, the duality of him and FoxI.Ny was a headache to wrap my head around.

The rest of the members besides Changbin came crashing into the room one by one, all of them so sweaty their hair was sticking to their foreheads. Their uniforms were completely out of place and disheveled.

The moment their eyes landed on me all of their faces turned into blank pieces of paper, their eyes becoming as bigger than they already were. Surprisingly, opposite than his persona in normal classes, Seungmin was the first to speak.

“Chan, you didn't tell us the new member was a girl?!” He hissed out, ignoring the fact that I was standing in front of him. Wow PuppyM, you definitely know how to make a girl feel welcomed. I wasn't even sure how to respond, all I could do was raise my eyebrows and hope the situation would defuse by itself.

Before Jisung could even speak I could already see the smirk on his face. “Why do you sound like you’re complaining? She’s hot,” his words dripped with his sly attitude. I couldn't help but allow myself to smile while my face heated up. God, he’s so fucking stupid.

“Okay okay stop, yes we get it, she’s a girl but she’s willing to learn and we're here to help. Right boys?” Chan interrupted whatever other flirtatious comment Jisung was going to make before it even happened, thank god.

Jisung chimed in, “Oh yeah, for sure. We can definitely help.” he winked. I wasn't sure how much longer I could cling onto this ‘innocent’ image before I absolutely lost it.

I suppose the next thing to come would be introductions which for the record I personally think is the worst part of any social situation. I felt a hand on my shoulders, rubbing their thumb back and forth.

“You already know me but let me introduce you, everyones here besides Changbin. He usually doesn't come on Wednesdays because he goes and watches his girlfriend play soccer.” Chan says, turning his opposite and towards the boys. “Felix, how about you go first?”

The shortest of the boys takes just a step forward and smiles at me, the type of smile where you’re so happy your eyes disappear. He opens both of his arms offering a hug and says, “I’m Lee Felix, I’m a little new around here too! I’m not sure if you like hugs but here anyway.” I accepted his hug because at least I know Felix isn't a creep, he seemed like a true good guy.

His arms wrapped about my shoulders while patting my back ever so gently, he was about a head taller than me so the height difference was perfect. He hummed and released his gripped, “I hope you have fun here” he sighs. He smelt like freshly washed clothes and sweet sugar, I’m definitely going to check up on his data later.

Hyunjing was the next to step forward with more confidence than the other members have when speaking to me. He gave me a side smile and reached his right hand out, “Im Hyunjin, I think we have literature together.”. I returned his smile and took his hand in mine, letting it linger for a few seconds.

“I’m Areum. I saw your presentation yesterday. It was really thorough and nicely done, I wanted to say good job.”

The key to becoming a trustworthy member is letting them feel as though I’m not a threat, making them feel seen and appreciated is what's going to help me get to where I need to be.

“Oh really? If I need help in literature I know who to ask, I’ve seen your work as well.” he cocked his head to the side while looking down at me. His words felt so intimate like they were hand picked to make me feel something towards him.

With one last smile he made his way back to the other boys, that was until Jeongin patted him on his back and whispered “Nah, she wants you dude”. C’mon Jeongin, you were doing so well, we could have had a real friendship.

I simply just rolled my eyes with a half smile on my face, seeing them introduce themselves was slightly entertaining. Next on the roster was our dear Minho. I already knew whatever he was going to say wasn't going to be good by the way he walked up to me.

I stood on my right and swung his arm over my shoulder. Looking me directly in my eyes, his stare was something that made me beyond comfortable, a type of stare you definitely should not give someone you just met. I think everyone else in the room also felt distressed. Seungmin and Jeongin removed their attention from us and awkwardly looked at their hands, while Hyunjin and Felix just narrowed their eyes and furrowed their eyebrows.

I can already tell where this is going to end up. This is one of those helpless situations where a girl becomes blindly friends with a group of men only to be exploited for whatever disgusting fantasy they have. Then the girl refuses to admit they're using her until something extraordinarily bad happens. I have seen this exact story so many times. It’s something so normalized though so dehumanizing.

Something about this situation snapped me back into my true personality and I couldn’t help but jerk my head away from Minho’s, refusing to allow him to get his way with me. I could see out of my peripheral that not only did Minho get the hint but he visibly cringed after being rejected. “I’m Minho,” he muttered before retracting his arm from around me.

My breath hitched in my chest, while allowing my eyes to wander to the science posters on the walls to distract myself. I looked up to see Seungmin eyeing me down, I think trying to get past whatever façade he thought I was trying to uphold. He gave me a single nod and raised his hand, not making a step in my direction. I gave him the same response though with a smile.

“You guys need to see women more often, this is painful to see,” Jisung howled. This made an eruption of protests begin within the boys, “Are you kidding? I was perfect?” Minho argued. “Oh yeah, like she totally looked like she wanted to make out with you.”

“This isn't an everyday thing for us!” Seungmin replied so disappointingly. Jisung couldn't help but laugh more with the boy's excuses, “We can tell, Seungmin”.

“You’re acting as if you get mad pussy.” I fired at him, a smirk forming on my lips. Minho’s eyes widened and his mouth opened in surprise. “See me personally, Jisung, I wouldn't take that type of disrespect” he snickered.

“Would you like to test that out?” Jisung tested, moving just a step closer to me.

“Could you keep up?” I said taking an even larger step towards him.

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FILE J.ONE - PT.1

(”I mean if you’re going to hack into my software might as well give me head first.”)

1 - 2 + UPDATE

WARNINGS- smut, mentions of pedophilia, porn, bad language, and over all not kid friendly writing!

Pairing- Han Jisung (Of StrayKids X OC/you)

Genre- Hacker AU, highschool AU, comedy, and romance.

WC- 2K

SUMMARY-

File title; Han Jisung. Age; 17, occupation; student enrolled at Seoul high school, alias; J.ONE.

The entire robotics club was almost built like a mini nerd cult. They never spoke to anyone other than each other during break times, the only thing making them noticeable was the fact some of their members were drop dead gorgeous. The group consisted of 8 members, all of which I've done extensive cyber background checks on.

The president or leader of the robotics club was our school's valedictorian, Christopher “Chan” Bang. Most people called him Chan since he refused to ever hear his legal name, I wouldn't want to be called Christopher either. Online or during coding he used the name CB97. He started the robotics club back in his freshman year, now that he’s graduating he’s training Jisung to take his place for the younger members. I found that out after finding a file titled, “Jisung’s growing up:(“. Other than that I found basic coding cheats for password hacking and how to take down viruses, nothing any other coding lover wouldn't have. I only found him suspicious because in order to dig my way into his system I had to jump over two firewalls, for a second I was nervous the walls were used as distractions while viruses were being downloaded onto my software. Nope. That is what made Chan even then the more interesting, he’s not smart enough to program malware, but smart enough to hide something.

Lee Minho took the cake for the most I had found out of any of the members, certainly not anything useful but enough to make my jaw drop just a little bit. Minho, also known as, Lee Know online, had a porn and gambling addiction at just 17. Thousands of dollars spent on cam girls in the past year not even noting how much was spent on online slot machines. Unlike Chan he had only one singular firewall setup and even so it wasn't the strongest, the basic kind of software you pay some DnD kid to install for you. I suppose a lot of people who find out about another person's addictions might actually want to use it for leverage, though blackmail isn't what I was looking for. I just wanted to know who the fuck installed this malware onto my computer. Lee Minho was off the hook, although I did make sure therapist’s will pop up in his recommendations throughout all of his social medias. I think he may need it.

Seo Changbin, SPEARB, has one of the most boring files I have ever witnessed. Yes, he did partake in illegal activity but not to the degree Minho does. The only differentiating factor between the two was Changbin had a girlfriend, making his porn searches much lower than the rest. It wasn't hard to tell when I stumbled across the homemade porn videos uploaded to his iCloud of the two, she definitely was beautiful. Inside and out, if you know what I mean. His search history consists of lists of car parts and gym plans. Now, the only thing I can see Changbin doing behind the police’s back is back street car racing. Which for the record was something I truly did admire, so I spent a little bit extra time looking at pictures of his cars and all the mods he had changed on it. Based on this I think it was the only reason why he joined the robotics club to begin with, it gave him an opportunity to get ahold of the tools he needed without seeming strange. He wasn't the one I was looking for.

Hwang Hyunjin was a different type of boy. He was so attractive it made me blush a little bit to go through his belongings, I got to see a different side to him and to say I wasn't a little giddy was a lie. I liked going through him the most because he was definitely more clever. His passwords were much larger and harder to decipher, meaning it took my software and little longer to get through. I knew Hyunjin was a ladies man, I mean we all did. You would have to be socially stupid to not see how women flock to him like sheep, and he was good at it too. He knew exactly how to get them wrapped around his finger. He had this sort of ego online, Jiniret. He would talk to women through online dating apps, pretending to be older or even sometimes someone he wasn't at all. Whatever type of men these women were looking for they could find in Hyunjin. He was so sly with his words these women would do anything for him, send him money, buy him clothing or food, these women were utterly in love with Jiniret. I think the worst thing I had found was recent searches of plastic surgery doctors for cheap prices in Seoul. Was he saving up the money he earned from these women to change his appearance? Fortunately, Jiniret was not the criminal I was looking for.

Lee Felix for the most part was completely normal, for a long time Felix wasn't even on the list of suspects. The only reason I had even searched for him was because he was a part of Chan’s group, making him an associate. Though fortunately I found nothing, nothing besides a pile of gay porn and test anwers for every chemistry test he has taken so far. For now, I left Felix alone. Although for safe measures I kept in touch with his digital footprint.

Min Seungmin or known as PuppyM, was also a suspect I was less worried about. Yet again another straight A student with a perfect school record. Seungmin had a very clear interest in coding, like he had joined the group for what Chan had intended it to be. That's what Seungmin wanted everyone to believe he was, PuppyM on the other hand was some sort of viglianti online. PuppyM finds pedoflies on all platforms and baits them as a 10 year old girl, once he becomes closer with these men he lures them into cyberattacks. He gains their IP address and all data proof of their crimes and anonymously sends them to law enforcement. PuppyM was well respected and admired in this community, which was such a difference from Seungmin. What was even more surprising was he had let the youngest member in on what he had been doing, something the others hadn't done.

The youngest being Yang Jeongin, a freshman new to the club. He joined robotics a couple months ago, I found some searches in his Google history of coding basics, which then lead me to believe Jeongin was completely new to coding and just joined to make new friends. This led my attention away from Jeongin and towards the older members, that was until I found messages between Seungmin and himself. Only two months into their meeting, Seungmin had come clean about everything he had been doing in his free time, offering to recruit him and take him under his wing. Jeongin seemed nervous at first and thought that doing something as risky as this was simply too much for him. Everything in the span of a month had changed, he went from making small actions online to big movements. It started with only speaking to one man at a time to speaking to multiple and even running fake group chats for pedophiles. PuppyM and FoxI.Ny were the perfect duo to make the internet a cleaner place for children.

Han Jisung. J.ONE. No one has ever sent me more in a loop than he has. Jisung was no criminal, or at least with anything I had found. Though, Jisung was more clever and protective than any of the boys had been. Jisungs passwords were extensive and detailed, a long series of numbers mixed in with symbols and letters. Behind the passwords were firewalls and traps to gain IP addresses of hackers. So not only was I not able to access as much as I had wanted, but when I got as far as his messages and search history there was nothing. Nothing. No strange texts, Google searches, no dating apps, only him and his dominatrix porn. I was angry with myself for not searching harder or not even knowing enough to get past his walls, but it was too much of a risk. I was ultimately stuck, with all of the boys I had come up with explanations for their behavior easily, though Jisung seemed too innocent. Why have an alias when you're committing no crimes? Why be so secretive when there's nothing to hide? But that was exactly it. There IS something to hide.

The blue light on my computer was starting to strain my eyes after going over my notes of the boys over and over. I was trying my hardest to make the connections I hadn't seen the first time, but nothing. I felt a little helpless but I still had options left.

Last week I bought a computer from the pawnshop, one of those Microsoft surface computers. When I had initially bought the computer they let me know the motherboard was completely busted, the previous owner had brought it in because of the infamous “Blue Screen of Death”. I thought it would be a fun side project and something to keep my mind busy, all things I desperately needed.

After further inspection I noticed there were partially connected cables, improperly seated components, and electrical spikes and power surges. All causes for a motherboard to crash easily. I thought this would be an easy fix, though the tool I needed most was the one I didn't have.

After school yesterday I thought I’d take the computer to the robotics club, thinking out of everyone they would be able to help with what I needed. When I had initially walked in the room none of the members were present, so at first I felt a little awkward walking in and using their tools without permission. I stood around the door for a few seconds hoping someone would show up, but atlas no one did. In my panic I decided, “Who’s going to notice?”.

After placing my personal computer and backpack on the table I began searching for the labeled baskets with the metal rods. I found the right size and started my work fixing my new motherboard. As I’m thinking back and retracing my footsteps I’m quite angry for being so careless with something as precious as my computer. Because ultimately I misplaced my computer and left it on the desk I was occupying. I wasn't so nervous someone would try and steal it because I was lucky enough to have my name engraved on the bottom right hand corner. Nor was I nervous that someone would be able to get into my computer, because just as I am able to get into peoples files, I am able to protect my own.

As embarrassing as it is, I was completely confident nothing would happen until it did. The next morning when I went to claim my lost belongings I noticed a strange file that had not been there the day before. The file wasn’t edited to have a name, only titled the the files location. I knew I was fucked the moment I clicked it and the file was nothing besides a yoga program. I was fucked because I don't do yoga, I am the furthest away from active. Someone installed a Trojan virus.

Trojan viruses are a type of malware that invade your computer disguised as real, operational programs. Once a trojan is inside your system, it can perform destructive actions before you even know it’s there. Once inside, some trojans sit idly on your computer and wait for further instructions from its host hacker, but others begin their malicious activity right from the start. So whoever the fuck did this, did it for a purpose. They need something from me and that’s exactly what I needed to figure out.

The robotics club became the first line of suspects from the start. Not only are they the only ones that could have had the opportunity to do this, seeing as though they meet early before school, but also the skill. That’s what led me here. Analyzing each member as if I’m the FBI, because I’m about to rain cyber hell on whoever is responsible.

DING.

HI, INDIGOBUNNY. HAVE YOU DECIDED WHICH ONE OF US DID IT?

BTW YOU LOOK INSATIONALLY PRETTY TONIGHT:)

Who the fuck?!

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I hope you guys liked the first chapter of this new mini series I’m starting!! I really love this one from the bottom of my heart. Stay healthy Buns, I love you! As always here is a little visual of Jisung during this fanfic!

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Announcement!!

I have a new fanfic in the making!! I’m thinking of this one being a couple parts long, which is different from what I usually do. This one will be including all the SKZ members as hackers along with the reader! I’m trying something new it will include things like humor and even smut. Tell me some things you’d like to see or some ideas!! Chapter one will be released either today or in the next couple of days.

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Boris Pavlikovsky -

“California 2:27 AM”

After your seemingly perfect boyfriend starts to dabble in the wrong friend group you decide to change settings and move to your aunt’s in California. Boris goes mad and does everything he can to track you down, you did such a good job keeping him out of your mind until you couldn't anymore.

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“California 8:39 PM”

You believed maybe after all this time apart he had changed, oh how wrong you could have been.

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In the perspective of Mr. Yagami himself, watching you was the best thing he could have ever imagined. Heaven on the earth for the poor kid.

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Min Yoongi (Bts)-

“I Don’t Want to Grow Up”

Being a hybrid can be one of the most soul crushing things, after observing and experiencing hell you finally feel what being loved truly means.

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Kim Taehyung (Bts)-

“Two Valentines”

After having your daughter, Gwen, and the father of your child leaving you never though about love. Not until one Valentines day you meet a stranger at a jazz open mic night.

One Shot- Here

Han Jisung (StrayKids)-

“File J.ONE”

File title Han Jisung. Age; 17, occupation; student enrolled at Seoul high school, alis; J.ONE.

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These are my works for far, but so much more to come!!

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I Dont Want to Grow Up (Doctor!YoongiXNeko!Reader) PT.2

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warning- mentions of malnourishment, being naked in front of someone, honestly this is just really cute.

(Is this what love felt love?)

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I grew up without many people looking out for me, yes I had people in my life but were they truly ever there? Now I look back at those memories and it felt like I had loved a ghost, they were so hollow. I think that’s what ached so much, as a child I smiled with no worries, I was so incredibly happy to be where I was. I never would have thought that I would think of them and feel this way, so disappointed. I crave to not have to worry about adult problems. I don't want to have to worry about where my next meal will come from, or what alleyway I'll have to sleep in tonight. I just wish someone would just put me to sleep and tell me they will carry the burdens that have kept me awake for so long.

For a long time I spent my younger years with my parents and my grandmother. This did not change until my mother died when I was 5, we had been expecting it for quite some time. Unlike my father she fell ill very easily. I convinced myself that her illness wasn't meant to happen, not by fate, more so someone was to blame. I could blame the doctors for not trying to save her hard enough, or maybe even the scientists who created her to begin with. When she passed I was so incredibly lost, it felt like after she left me everyone else did as well. Father started spending longer hours at work and grandmother’s eyesight was becoming weary.

I think that's why I admired Dr. Min so much, ‘admired’? Is that the right word? The way he spoke just left me in awe. He took care of me from the time I arrived at the center until I was sitting on the counter top in the bathroom of his small town house. He made my tea extra sweet after I took a sip and choked a little bit at the dark taste, he was never angry at my response either, he just giggled and added another spoonful.

I hadn't spoken much either, I used my body language and prayed that somehow he would just understand exactly what I had to say. Everytime it left me baffled, because everytime he understood. I felt so heard and seen by someone. I kept every little thought inside because in all honestly I didn't know how to approach him.

I felt almost embarrassed to be in his presence at times. He had been treating me with everything. He had spoken to me earlier about my injuries and they are a lot worse than I had thought. The pain in my knees wasn't from the fall I had taken on the curb but rather from a lack of enough tissue and fat in my joints. I went too long without eating and now my body was feeling the effects. He had told me that my weight was alarming, even asking me when my last meal had been. He was refusing to allow me to walk distances when my knees were this inflamed, he insisted on carrying me places instead.

I began inspecting his house when he had set me down in the living room while he made me a comforting drink to sip on. He had modern looking gray couches facing each other on each wall, a tv in the middle on the side. He had placed these fluffy blankets and little head pillows on the end of each couch. His house didn't feel like a house, it felt like a home where someone lived. The couch felt warm and strangely if you sat there for long enough you could feel all of the emotions he felt while laying here. All the nights he sat and cried over the daily stresses he experienced, all the times he laughed while watching a comedy movie with his friends. There were even coffee cup ring stains on his end table and marked books littered everywhere, everything looked like it was placed to make you feel something.

When he handed me the cup of tea after sweetening it for the second time, he walked over to the opposite couch and took his seat. Looking down at the drink he had prepared and taking a content sigh. I used all the focus I had, with the little energy still in me, to listen in on his heart beat. It was rhythmic and slowed, bum bum bum.

His hair was a little ruffled now after his shift ended, little strands falling into his face. His glasses were off now and resting on the end table. He was in much more comfortable clothes, his scent was stronger now, practically radiating off of him. In the center you could only smell him if close enough to his wrists or neck, now I can smell every part of him even just from this spot. It was so sweet it almost brought the tears in my eyes to escape down my cheeks.

I think whilst I was staring at him he noticed, because suddenly he looked up and caught my eye. He placed his cup down onto the table and pushed his body up onto his feet, walking over and grabbing one of those fluffy blankets.

Placing it just over me, tucking in the sides of the blanket around my waist and shoulders.

“Here, does that seem warmer?” He turned his head to the side and smiled, I perched up to this question.

I nodded my head in response and cuddled my body lower to the couch. I felt the ears on my head fall back from pure relaxation, a vibration in my chest erupting without warning. The blanket was plush and felt like a cloud on my bare legs and thighs, I haven’t felt something this soft in months. I can’t remember even when my tail or hair felt that soft, it had been so long since I had taken care of myself.

I ran my fingers through my hair, which was difficult seeing as though every so often I'd gotten into a knot. I’d sit there for a few seconds and try to untangle the strands. dirt and dust fell from my fur now that I had spent time tending to it.

“Oh, that must be bothering you, hm? Here, I'm sure a warm bath before bed would help you sleep. Would you like that?” Min mentioned while still standing in front of me, I suppose deep in thought I didn't notice he hadn't left. Yes please, I thought to myself. I tried humming in response but I was so eager for his offer it ended up coming out as a whine. “So eager,” he giggled. “Cmon, let's go.”

He offered his hand out for my tea cup, placing it somewhere it wouldn't spill. He moved the blanket to the side and began to lift me up from under my thighs, one hand under me and the other wrapped around my waist. I instinctively snaked my arms around his neck and hid my face in the crook of his shoulder. He took cautious steps not to drop me until we reached the cold bathroom, he turned and set me down on the countertop, telling me to wait here.

I sat patiently while swinging my legs back and forth to pass the seconds until he’d come back to me. Doctor. Min turned the corner with a white towel and nice smelling bath salts, I think it may have been strawberry scented. Placing the salts on the ground next to the tub and hanging up the towel he began running the bath. Every so often he’d let the water fall over his hand to check the temperature, twisting and turning the knob to the perfect medium.

“Are you ready, Miss. Seong?” He sighed.

“Hyejin” I muttered.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

“My name is Hyejin” I croaked, I haven't used my voice in hours so it didn't sound so smooth.

“Well Hyejin, I’m Yoongi.” he gave me the softest smile. “Are you ready Hyejin?”

I nodded my head and began removing my clothes. I lifted my plain white shirt over my head and began unfastening my bra, being left in my lower body clothing. Lifting my legs was something that brought me so much pain, I was struggling trying to get it off by myself. Yoongi must have noticed this because he suddenly snapped his eyes shut and used his hands to drag my painties off of my thighs, he made sure his hands never touched anywhere they were never intended to touch. He looked up at me and nodded for permission, “May I?” He spoke. Instead of talking I had always used body language to communicate but this wasn't going to slide for him this time. “Please use your words, I need a ‘Yes’ Hyejin.” He was very stern which left me a little speechless.

“Yes.”

He grabbed me by the waist, allowing the best support to lift me into the pleasantly warm water. His finger lingered on my skin a little longer than a doctor ever should with their hybrid, though secretly I wished he would have kept them there. I was a little embarrassed to be so bare in front of a man I had only just met but his eyes were never hungry with lust. His eyes never left mine, constantly looking as if he was searching for something in my soul. My face was red and hot because no one has ever shown me this much respect, I felt human when I was with him.

“Turn around, I can wash your hair for you. Please relax” , reaching his hand out to pet my head with a smile.

The moment I had changed positions I heard Yoongi grabbing a bottle for a bath product, I then heard his hands being rubbed together in a fast motion. I felt his fingers run through my hair touching the base of my scalp, without hesitation I leaned into his touch, throwing my head back. And each stroke made a string of vibrations run out of my throat and mouth. He was so gentle with me, making sure no soap had got into my eyes and I was the cleanest I could be.

Is this what love felt like?

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Hiii! I just want to say that I enjoyed reading I Don’t Want to Grow Up! And plus, Yoongi with that hair is to DIE FOR so I really felt her lmaoooo. Thank you for writing and looking forward for more💜💜💜

Hi hi!!

As personal as this sounds, I was actually having a bad night until I saw this notification and I could not stop smiling. This truly does mean a lot to me, so whoever you are thank you<33

hehe I assume I should make a part 2?;)<3

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I Don’t Want To Grow Up. (Doctor!Yoongi x NekoHybrid!Y/N)

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warning- mentions of malnourishment, sex trafficking, fighting rings, abuse, anxiety, ect.

This is a one-shot but could possibly turn into a series!!

(“Please Miss. Seong, keep up with me. Wouldn't want to get lost, hm?’ Doctor Min cooed”)

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The claps of thunder could be heard over the roof of the rehabilitation center, big crashes and booms forced my ears to fold back into my head. The ringing of static coming from the overhead lights was barely audible even to the frequency I was able to pick up. It smelt like bleach and metal, anything but comforting. They had checked me this morning after finding my lifeless body draped on the curb side. In all honesty I don't remember exactly what had happened, I just remember the faint shouting of voices from above me and the feeling of hands lifting me up into a moving vehicle. I fell asleep from exhaustion once I hand landed in the back seat. I didn't try and fight them, I simply couldn't.

Hybrids aren't always equal to pure blooded animals and humans. The first group of hybrids created in labs sprouted around 50 years ago, about 1,000 of them created. Majority of them died very young due to their DNA or the chemical testing, the rest stayed in the labs. Predator animals were used in labor or law enforcement across the country. They pumped their blood with lab made drugs keeping them on their feet for hours on end without basic things like food or water. Making them the perfect soldiers for whatever the government sent them out to do. Prey animals were bred to cater to human kind, things like the elderly or hospital patients. They were the caretakers for those who could no longer fend for themselves.

In the beginning of our race we were subjected to being overworked or the weight of our man made gene pool leaving us vulnerable to diseases and birth defects. I suppose over time the scientists finally got the chemistry right, I turned out physically just fine. The worries a hybrid faces now are completely different, especially if you don’t have an owner or a permanent place to stay, unfortunately that's the case for many hybrids.

Sex or fighting rings ran the streets of the cities for hybrids. Taking children from their mothers and throwing them into abandoned subway stations to be sold off for boxing or underground breeding. Predators were the main attraction for the consumers, big and broad, exactly what they needed them for. I suppose they liked the prey because of how small and weak we may seem, most of us are conditioned to be submissive. They didn't have to use force or violence, just deprivation of what we needed most.

I always found ways to avoid the ‘catchers’ as we called them, they were middle men for the actual buyers. They were normal everyday people hired to roam the streets and find stray hybrids vulnerable to kidnapping. Catchers could be anyone who needed some quick cash. Though I never escaped the hands of a catcher easily, it always left me with bruised ribs or a busted lip, but I was more than thankful that was all that happened compared to the later.

Hybrid’s rights were very limited for a very long time, we are seen as nothing without a legal owner. We are not allowed to vote, drive, or even seek our own housing despite the majority of us being homeless. I've watched children hybrids wander the streets unclothed and unfed, begging for anyone to help them, it’s a sight that has traumatized me. When all you know is constantly living in flight or fight mode everything feels so incredibly dehumanizing, am I even allowed to call it ‘dehumanizing’ if I'm not even treated as a human to begin with? I’ve learned how greedy and evil humans can be, they have no one else to blame besides themself the mess they have caused. They are the reason why civil hands remain unclean, their own brother's blood is splattered on their faces.

I woke up in a white room on a hospital bed lined with paper. At first my eyes had a hard time adjusting to the bright lights attached to the ceiling. I'm not sure how long I was asleep because there were no windows giving me any indication of what time it was. I reached my hand up to rub my eyes but was quickly stopped by a wire connected to my veins via a needle. God not this again.

A knock on the door stopped me from trying to rip the wire out of my arm, my head snapping up at the door just directly in front of me. Not more than 5 seconds later a tall man in a white coat holding a clipboard walked through the door.

“Ma’am, I’m doctor Kim. You were brought into the center this morning after someone had called in after finding you passed out on the street. Thankfully so, they saved your life” He nodded towards me sitting down in the office chair in the right corner of the room. I was still in shock so no words were able to form out of my mouth. I just sat there in silence, my heart rate increasing. If something were to happen I would have no escape, that's what terrified me the most.

“I know this must be scary for you but I promise you are safe. This is a rehabilitation center for hybrids who are in need. We provide shelter, food, water, and even opportunities for adoption. When you’re ready I have some questions.” He continued on.

My heart was beating out of my chest and my fingertips were becoming numb from the constant rush of adrenaline, with little sense in my brain I had left I was able to control my movements enough to nod my head slightly enough for him to notice. I safely tucked my ears closer to my hand and wrapped my tail around my waist.

“Okay, can we please start with a name and your breed please?” He smiled, I know he was trying his best to make me as comfortable as possible. “Seong Hyejin, Cat..I think.” I croaked. He used this silence as an opportunity to write, what I assume as my answer, on his clipboard.

“Mk, how old are you Miss. Seong?” He said not looking up from his paper. “25”.

“Are you lost? Do you have an owner?” He finally looked up and looked directly in the eyes. I looked down feeling uncomfortable with this amount of confrontation, “Um, no.” was the only response I could give.

“Hyejin, do you mind if I call you that? Yes? Well, my name is Namjoon. I have another doctor here who’s going to be your case manager, doctor Min, he deals with hybrid’s treatment plans along with helping them find permanent homes. He’s the best we have. I promise you Hyejin, you're safe.” His face softened with each word, seemingly he sounded genuine. I truly wanted to believe him, I crave nothing more than to be loved. To have a mom or a dad, to have a brother or sister. I’d sacrifice everything to have someone take care of me, I have been strong for too long. But how can I blindly put my trust in someone when I know all too well how humans can lie, all behind a bright friendly smile.

“He will be in here shortly, i’ll see you again Hyejin.” without another word he grabbed his belongings and left with soft quiet footsteps, making sure to not be too loud and scare me.

My breath finally returned back to normal, slowly going in and out. It had been possibly 10 minutes since Namjoon had left the room. I took these moments of silence to observe the room around me to become more aware and comfortable with my surroundings.

A second knock arrived on the door along with a warning that whoever was there was coming in.

This man was a bit shorter than Namjoon was, his hair just a bit longer and a jett black color. He had these small frame silver glasses that laid gently on his nose brigid and rose blushed lips. He was much more handsome than Namjoon was, in my personal taste.

He turned his direction to walk straight towards the desk, moving the mouse to turn on the computer. Stopping his movements, he took a deep breath with his eyes closed, reaching his hand up to take his glasses off.

“I’m doctor Min, Miss. Seong. How have you been?” He introduced as he slowly looked up and made eye contact with me.

My ears popped up and my tail started to uncontrollable sway back and forth. I was so embarrassed of this I reached behind me and grabbed myself in order to stop my movements. Something about him was so alluring, his eyes or maybe the way my name rolled off of his tongue. Unfortunately, my nose started twitching as well.

“Miss. Seong? Is everything alright?” he asked.

Snapping out of my own thoughts I nodded my head up and down while my eyes continued to grow wider.

“Well, I'm going to be your case manager. That means I'm going to be the one checking up on you and your health while you're here at the center, and as we all hope eventually I’ll be the one helping you find someone to live with.” He explained while never allowing his eyes to leave mine. “Until we start your treatment, how about I get you settled in for the night, okay? You were asleep for quite some time.”

He nodded his head towards me and stood up, making his way towards the door. The hallway we stepped into was completely blank, I saw a couple of doors leading into separate examination rooms but other than that there was nothing giving this hallway depth or personality.

As we kept walking I began to hear the faint fowling and growls of predator hybrids. I saw these square rooms closed off by thick glass, so thick it couldn't be shattered by even a bullet. I saw glimpses of claws or sharp teeth breed to spread fear in anyone’s body. I felt as though the walls started to close in on me, the dark corners of the ceiling becoming darker and the gloom that collected like dust started to suffocate me. All the scary thoughts I had buried deep inside of me started crawling back to the surface like maggots, I had even considered allowing them to hurt me if they wanted to.

Isn't that so funny? Sometimes I feel being hurt is better than ever trying to escape, there is something so familiar and comforting about pain.

My body was frozen in place, no matter how much my mind screamed for someone to help or even listen, nothing was working. In my own panic the first thing to keep me grounded was the feeling of two large hands encapsulating my face. As soon as I had opened my eyes again I was welcomed by chocolate brown ones looking into mine, the smell of robust coffee beans filling my senses along with the smell of an expensive musky cologne. My ears started twitching and moving from the sudden nerves I was feeling.

“Please Miss. Seong, keep up with me. Wouldn't want to get lost, hm?” Doctor Min cooed as he ran his thumbs comfortingly across my cheeks, my face lit up as my cheeks appeared red. Unfortunately, just as I was getting comfortable he had pulled his hands away from me, not without giving my ears a little scratch first. What is happening and why am I allowing it to happen? This is nothing but shameful.

We finally stopped our walking after turning down yet again another blank hallway, we came across a room that was filled with just a bed, toilet, and a desk that had empty coloring pages and crayons on it. Doctor. Min allowed me to enter the room first giving me the time and space to scent check to deem it safe to enter. I was hesitant at first but in the end I gave into the aching in my knees and sat on the hard bed. I felt awful under me but It beat anything I had slept on before.

“This is room 22, this will be your room for the time being. I hope-” “Yoongi.” A voice interrupted. Wait, Yoongi? Was that his name?

Doctor. Min turned around towards the doorway and looked at a man in an officer's uniform, a tiger hybrid that stood leaning against the wall. The hybrid shifted his gaze from the doctor over to me, his pupils dilating just enough for me to catch on to. “We have a problem with the center and taking in new hybrids” the tigers eyes never leaving mine. I moved my tail to the side feeling awkward with this new attention.

“Um, okay. Let’s talk somewhere more private Taehyung” Min muttered, grabbing the officer by the wrist while dragging him away from my line of hearing. Their voices were hushed, almost like this was a big secret from anyone besides themself to hear. Was the tiger going to do something bad to me? The way he was looking made a pit form in the core of my stomach. Whatever had happened this morning had left me with a raging headache, I had almost felt the pain at the base of my eye sockets. I just want this to all end and go back to where I was just yesterday.

Doctor. Min and the officer walked back in and just stood in silence for a short period of time, “Okay, this is a difficult situation to be in. Today seemed to be a busy day for the center, this is Taehyung, he’s a part of the hybrid force for the police department. He sometimes helps transfer hybrids over safely.” he reached his hand out to introduce the man standing next to him. “There was a mistake in the system, a hybrid has already been booked in this room. Meaning there is nowhere for you to stay”.

I was almost glad he said this, that means they have to let me go right? Go back to where I'm meant to be? Thinking this made me let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding in.

“That means we’re going to have to transfer you over to Busan to stay at their hybrid center.” It was almost like he sighed as he spoke. Just after the last syllable left his mouth Taehyung let out an exasperated laugh, “God Yoongi, we can't have hybrids there either. When I tell you everywhere is booked I mean it.” Taehyung glared.

“Listen Taehyung, I’m not sure what you want me to do. We have nowhere else.” Yoongi rebutted. He turned his stance closer to Taehyung and whispered something I couldn’t pick up on.

“Oh.” Taehyung muttered while throwing his hair back with his hand. “Is she code red?”

“No, but I do have paperwork for her to start her treatment plan. We started her on a plan to help with the neurological issues and the malnourishment. She hasn't shown any signs of aggression though.”

Hearing Doctor. Min talking about me like this made me feel a bit awkward and like a bother.

“House her for a few days while we wait for a room in the clinic to open up, it’s one of the only last options we have-” “No, I’m fine please just let me leave.” I blurted out without fully thinking, I rushed and pushed my weak body off of the mattress and onto my feet. I started walking towards the door when I unexpectedly felt the same two hands as before grab me by the waist and lift me back up onto the bed.

“Mrs. Seong, will you be okay staying with me for a few days?”

(Thank you for reading! i love you<3 Below is a reference of what Yoongi looks like in this.)

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