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Sooo... I've been into hybrid fics these days but they're all hybrid BTS. Do you guys have any suggestions related to BTS x hybrid reader??? It can be based on one member or poly relationship. (If it's a complete fic or active one that would be great)

Cat Hybrid Reader with Tentacle Maid Boy- Feral Cat Reader sees one of his tentacles peeking out his dress and thinks "Calamari...." Biting one of his arms would normally be a death sentence, but Cat Hybrid Reader is so cute with their ears and tail, plus it looks like the poor thing hasn't eaten in days! He knows all to well what that's like- He can forgive someone biting him just this once - as long as Reader stays with him in the manor. His room is nice and spacious so Reader should be happy. If they leave him after they've left a mark on his heart it'll just snap right in two-

Cat Hybrid Reader could also become Groundskeeper later on as a way to pay back the maid for all he's done for them. He insists they needn't worry about such silly matters, but Reader is a little bored in his room all day- They'd be able to see each other more often too.

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Tentacle Maid: Ouch! Who bit my arm?! I'll have the kitchen staff grind you into mince meat and see how you like being eaten!

[Cat Hybrid Reader cowers away, ears pressed flat against their head.]

Tentacle Maid - anger melting away: Oh, hello there. Was it you who bit me? How could a darling like yourself cause so much pain? You look unwell. Might you be hungry?

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Tentacle Maid: Dearest? Have you seen my wheelchair? I can't find it anywhere.

[Cat Hybrid Reader sleeps in his wheelchair beside a window with the perfect amount of sun bleeding through.]

Tentacle Maid: Oh!.... I should let you rest. Return it once you're done, won't you?

[Cat Hybrid Reader - awoken by his voice - pulls the maid into the chair and quickly climbs on top of him, laying their head on his shoulder.]

Tentacle Maid, petting their head: This works too...

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[Cat Hybrid Reader puts on the groundskeeper's hat - their ears popping out of sides as they adjust it.]

Tentacle Maid: Ahhh! You're too precious! Please stay in my bedroom forever! I'll bring you all the seafood you could ever want- I'll brush your hair and give you all the love this world has denied you!

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— Summary: When you moved to Korea after finishing college to continue pursuing latte art and baking, the last thing you were expecting was to open up your very own coffee shop under BTS Corp, Korea’s biggest entertainment service company for idols, models, singers, and more. Thanks to your hard work, creativity, and approachable personality you managed to become friendly with some pretty big named individuals as well as up and coming talent. As exciting and fun as it was for you, you slowly began to realize how much your 7 bosses weren’t particularly fond of this, acts of jealousy, pettiness, and aggression poking through in the most unsuspecting of ways. But what could 7 big named dragons want with a little foreign bunny?

HYBRID TYPES: Reader-Bunny Namjoon-Earth Dragon Jin-Water Dragon Yoongi-Moon (Dark) Dragon Hoseok-Sun (Light) Dragon Jimin-Wind Dragon Taehyung-Ice Dragon Jungkook-Fire Dragon

— Pairing: ceo!mythical hybrid!bts x poc!curvy!hybrid!coffee shop owner!reader

— Genre: fluff / poly!au / ceo!au / hybrid!au / mafia!au (if you squint)

— Status: Completed

— Warnings: verbal bullying (mild), sexual tension, fluff

— Word Count: 8.6k

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**AUTHORS NOTE**

Here’s chapter 1! I think this is the longest chapter I’ve ever written? I did a little everyday and took me about a whole week! I hope you all enjoy it! :) ________________________________________________________________

Anyone who tells you that your dreams and goals are unattainable because of where and who you want to work with, is lying to you. Especially if, no matter what, you stay consistent, faithful, and hardworking. You’re bound to manifest a life you deserve, possibly even one greater. Never falter. Never cave. Never settle. Stay true to yourself, your dreams, and keep going. Through the redirection, the obstacles, even through the days you want to give up. Don’t. So that’s exactly what you did. And you succeeded.

People told you how insane it was to want to open up a coffee shop in South Korea. How you should just open up one here or, better yet, work at a coffee shop and work your way up through management. You were met with much of this talk, unsure why so many people were quick to shoot you down before even giving you a chance.

Luckily, your immediate family was very supportive, having always offered any form of assistance to make your dreams come true. You were beyond thankful for that aspect. However, those like your uncle and your grandfather cautioned you, fearful that your complexion may cause you unwanted and unneeded issues as well as the fact that you’re a bunny hybrid. That scared them even more, especially seeing how, as of late, many rabbit based hybrids have gone missing and placed in sex trafficking rings.

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Kitten: Teaser

Pairing: jimin x hybrid!reader

Genre: fluff, angst, future smut

Summary: You are a hybrid. You were abandoned on the street when a boy comes across you in a dark alley in your kitten form. Jimin was not in the best place when he found you, but taking care of you seemed to brighten up even his darkest thoughts. You are his saviour, his angel, his calico cat.

Warnings: mentioned!abuse, kidnapping, depression, hybrid!trafficking, starvation, dehydration, wounds.

Notes: Hey, so this is the edited teaser. I promised a while ago the edited chapters, and here's the beginning. I love you all and hope you have an amazing day❤❤❤

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Black.

That was the only word that could describe the feeling that this place gives me.

Pain.

Suffering.

Darkness.

Loneliness.

Hopelessness.

All could be combined into this one word.

Black.

The large chains barely hold my abused legs as my capture leaves the room. I know what will come today. Today I am going to be sold. The fact that the someone will use me as he pleases in ways I don't ever want to imagine is 100% probable. I won't even be a person as soon as they take me away from this place. At least here, I have some semblance of freedom, no matter how little. But out there, I have no control over what will happen to me. 

Like I would ever let that happen.

I pause my breath momentarily, shifting my ears to hear outside my cell. After a few moments of eerie whispers of the breeze and no signs of human life, I sigh a breath of relief. Now is my chance, and it might be the only one I get. I must find a way to escape no matter what. Before they come for me. 

I tug as hard as I can at the chains surrounded my bony ankles. The weight I have lost in the time spent here is unimaginable. I feel like a mere shell of my past self. But, right now, the fact that I have lost so much has aided in my escape. My captures neglected to think to tighten my cuffs as I slowly deteriorated. Their ignorance is to my benefit now. 

After a few minutes of rubbing my ankles raw with the metal, I finally manage to slip free of them. I quickly rub at the torn skin, trying to sooth the pain quickly before pushing it down, ignoring it so I can finally escape. I will not let any amount of physical pain stop me from escaping this hell I am about to be thrust into. 

I stand on wobbly legs for the first time in... I don't even know how long. Time doesn't seem to work here. Hours pass into days, days into weeks, until everything is just a blur. I hold the wall with my cuffed hands to keep my balance as my unsteady legs try to hold my weight after so long. The muscles of my body try to fail me from underuse, but I still won't let them fail me now. 

My head is throbbing and my vision blurry from standing upright after being sat down for so long. The blood rushes to my head and limbs at such a fast rate that I almost collapse on the spot. 

Staring down at my wrists, I wonder if I should take off the cuffs or if the pain is worth it. I only have a limited window of time before they come to get me, and I am mobile enough to escape without taking them off. But, will the inhibit my chances of escape, or slow me down once I'm out? Or, even more of a possibility, stop me from fighting if anyone does come?

The only thing keeping my sane was the singular window shedding a small bit of light into my cell. My only means of escaping this place. I decide against taking off the cuffs, I can climb out and run without it. I look up at the windowpane before pushing with all of my might. After a few moments, the creaking gets louder and the rust causes the bars to weaken. The wooden frame crashes into the alleyway with a loud bang, causing me to freeze in place. I turn my ears, listening for humans an any signs that I alerted them. 

I hear some guards mutter amongst each other, heading in the direction of my cell. My heart beat races as I quickly scamper out of the window, managing to cut myself in many places along the way. 

The small slices sting in the wind as I finish crawling out of the window. Before being able to stand up, my shirt gets caught in a screw in the window. I tug it free just in time to see the guards. Their eyes widen as the see me. Everything becomes a panicked blur as the try to unlock my cell and scream for the boss and other guards to help them. I quickly turn my back on the window to the warehouse just as they get the key in the lock. 

And for the first time in forever... I run.

Posted: 20.03.22 18:02

Kitten: 둘

Pairing: Jimin x Hybrid!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Eventual smut

Summary: You are a hybrid. You were abandoned on the street when a boy comes across you in a dark alley in your kitten form. Jimin was not in the best place when he found you, but taking care of you seemed to brighten up even his darkest thoughts. You are his saviour, his angel, his calico cat.

Warnings: none really. Pretty short, kinda a teaser/ filler chapter.

Tag List: @babyboyjiminn. If you wanna be added just let me know. 😅😊

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Jimin's POV

I stare into the alleyway, the rain blocking my vision, causing me to squint. I stay there for a solid few seconds before looking away, shaking my head at my stupidity.

I must've just been hearing things. I need to get sleep it's too late at night for this...

I'm about to walk away when I hear the noise again. 

I let out a huff of frustration before walking into the alley, not noticing that this looks like a scene from a horror movie and too tired to even care if I did. Stepping further into the darkness, I try to search for the owner of the sound. 

Right as I am about to give up I see a box shuffle to the left of me a few steps ahead. Not caring about the danger I rush towards it and peer inside. I find a small kitten, not yet wet due to the box's protection, but convulsing from the cold. 

My heart squeezes at the poor sight. The kitten looks up at me with it's piercing aqua eyes, as if begging me for help.

I look and see a dirty and torn pink collar with a bell, the name tag too ruffed up to see any identification for it. I look back up at its pleading eyes and sigh. We both know that there is no way that I am leaving it here.

I reach out my hands and pick the small kitten up, tucking it inside my coat. I stand up from my crouched position and walk back out of the alley, grabbing my bags that were left on the outskirts.

The kitten peeks its head out of the collar of my jacket, looking up at me. I smile down at it. 

"Don't worry, you're safe now. I won't let you be cold anymore." The kitten's eyes get shiny as it looks as if it is about to cry. I break at the sight of her sadness as she nuzzles into my neck as a thank you. I smile softly as a tear rolls down my cheek. 

"Don't worry, kitten. We are almost home..." I walk at a faster pace, trying to get home as soon as possible.

After what felt like an eternity later, which was most likely a mere few minutes, I barge through my hotel doors. I immediately charge for the elevator, the lobby dim due to the late time. 

Once we step in I waste no time in pressing the button that leads to the floor of my penthouse. I peer down at the kitten in my jacket. 

"You will never be alone again. I will make sure of that." I caress its small head, its fur too dirty to distinguish what color it is. 

A ding sounds, announcing our arrival. 

I quickly make haste to my door, not even noticing that I just took the elevator for the first time in years.

Posted: 19.09.18 10:00

Hey mochi! Great to hear that ur back! Right now I'm really craving some hybrid au but I don't know if you write that?? 🤔 If you do how about some ot7 x hybrid reader? If bts are hybrids or not is up to you tho.... So wahr do you think? 💗

"Yoongi hyung?"

Yoongi turned around, staring at the hybrid in front of him. "Y/N-ah..." he groaned, a smile playing on his lips. "I told you to not call me hyung, kitten." The hybrid formed a pout, looking down, to the ground. She did it again, she upset one of her owners, now she was waiting for her punishment.

"P-Pwease don't beat me u-up!" she mumbled, a sob escaping her lips making Yoongi's eyes grow wide. In second two, he left everything he was doing, throwing the lyrics note book on the table and jumping off of his expensive gaming chair, only to wrap his arms around her, tugging her close to his chest. The sobbing hybrid pushed her face on the crook of his neck, pressing her wet of tears face on the skin of it.

Yoongi caressed her hair with gentle moves, trying to shush her, whispering and mumbling praises on her hair, trying to calm down the trembling hybrid as well as he could.

"What is happening?!" Taehyung's eyes widened. Entering the room, he stoped when he spoted his hyung hugging the hybrid they all owned and took care of. Knowing such a sensitive girl she is, Taehyung frowned at Yoongi.

"What? No! I did nothing, Taehyung-ah! " the man said, hugging her closer. "She remembered about her last owner again..." he whispered, making her sob harder and him to sigh.

Taehyung aproched them. "Y/N-ah..." She looked up at him, her face slowly leaving the other man's neck. Taehyung's heart almost broke when he saw her red nose and teary eyes. "Do you want to play with TaeTae???" he asked, in a goofy voice, trying to lift up her mood.

She then slowly nodded her head, her gaze fixed on the floor. "Can I come too?" Jungkook back hugged the hybrid, making her cheeks flush a little, when he pecked the top of her head. "Y-Yesh..." she mumbled softly.

"Aw, isn't she cute when she is baby talking?" Namjoon entered the room, holding a box full of noodle cups. "Oh, hyung!I missed you~ " said Jungkook, making a puppy face, flattering his dark eyelashes. "Yes, Jungkookie. You can have some..." Namjoon said, sighing and rolling his eyes.

Jungkook imediately ran to his favourite hyung (and probably secret crush, but you don't know that from me), leaving Y/N's side. Taehyung then saw the chance to have her all for himself, he was ready to pull her to him, for hugging and protecting her, but another dark hair man came, pulling her to his chest.

"Why is my baby sad?" he whispered, his full of rings fingers playing in her hair, washing her with his perfume, making her blush more. "Jimin-ah." Taehyung scoffed. Jimin stopped making eye contact with her and stared at his soulmate. "We were going to cuddle and play, now, if you don't mind us-

But he couldn't finish his sentence because someone got between them, a mess of light brown hair and bright colours. Was it screaming rainbow running on the halls of their house?! No it was Hoseok, running away of a mad Seokjin.

"Yah! Jung Hoseok! I told you to keep your Sprite away of my expensive car! You are gonna pay for it! Come here!" He was quick to follow him, making the others laugh and face palm.

Even the hybrid smiled, forgeting about her previous owner, the way he used to beat her up and use her, forgeting all the pain, because now she had a family.

Of course, they were fully crackheads, but at least they were her family.

Author's note: HIII!! @xctvme back to business!!! Hi, cutie pie! 💜 I loved it! You don't know how much I waited for someone to request hybrid au ^^ It's personally my favourite au!!! I hope you like it!! Stay safe!!! ♡

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Quick little update on the NCT hybrid fic. Thank you for all your feedback and encouragement, I really appreciate the response! I have decided to work on the story, so it IS coming, but it may take some time. I almost have the storyline completed, so after that I will start actually writing. Hopefully I’ll have more to update soon!

(GIF is not mine)

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Reader, Park Jimin (BTS)/Reader, Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin (BTS), Reader, probs more as i update Additional Tags: Hybrids, Hybrid Jeon Jungkook, Bunny Hybrid Jeon Jungkook, Masturbation, Panty Kink, Panties, Blow Jobs, again… more will be added as i continue Summary:

When Jimin gets an advance for his job, he ends up having to leave his rabbit hybrid Jungkook home alone more. Jimin feels terrible for leaving him alone, so why not get him a friend?

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In which Jimin has no idea what he’s getting himself into when he adopts you, and he finds both him and Jungkook sexually and romantically infatuated with you.

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(Reader x OT7)(HYBRID! Reader)(HYBRID! Bts) 

Summary: to Seokjin, Home consists of his human partners Namjoon and Hoseok as well as their Hybrids; the pups- named Taehyung and Jimin, their black cat- called Yoongi, and their foxboy- called Jungkook. Together they have the happiest family possible, everyone loves everyone equally. 

So what happens when Namjoon finds you? a cat hybrid, beaten close to death left alone in an alleyway on the coldest night of the year? He takes you home, shows you his family, and together they teach you what love can be like.

PART 1: US BEFORE YOU  ➺  a fox comes to stay.

PART 2: CAN I LAY BY YOUR SIDE ➺ bringing you home. 

PART 3: HOLD ME TIGHT ➺ love requires some getting used to. 

EPILOGUE ➺ Kits and kids. 

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Sugary Sweet

(Polyamory au) ( Bunny Hybrid! Reader x Tiger Hybrid! Taehyung x Cat Hybrid! Yoongi x Owner! Namjoon)

SUMMARY: Namjoon has a perfect life once he moves out of the city to a cabin alongside his two rescue hybrids, Yoongi and Taehyung. But then one night in the middle of the rainstorm they find you, a bunny hybrid, hiding in their chicken coop.  

WARNINGS: Anxiety attacks, Anxious! Namjoon, mentions of hybrid abandonment, hybrid mistreatment, Half of this is Domestic fluff, possessive behavior. 

W/C: 5,000 words of backstory you don’t need + 5,000 words of pure fluff

A/N: ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ THIS IS A VERRY VERRY HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRESENT TO MY MAIN HUMAN @peeachypop ❤️WHO I KNOW IS A SLUT FOR TIGER HYBRID TAEHYUNG AND CAT YOONGI, AND AN INTELECTUAL BOYFRIEND NAMS.❤️❤️❤️ I HOPE YOUR NEXT YEAR IS FILLED WITH AS MUCH FLUFF AS THIS ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

- Namjoon was not what you call a people person, not most days anyway. 

- Most of the time he preferred to sit at his desk in his little box of an apartment building and write away at his laptop, content only to leave if inspiration was failing him or if his need for caffeine overtook his anxiety. 

- Public places made him anxious, the clawing dread in his chest something he couldn’t shove down and live through, of course Namjoon was admittedly living in the middle of one of the largest metropolitan cities in the world. But the feeling didn’t go away and leave him with age like it should have when he’d aged from being a shy school child into being a full-fledged adult with an anxiety disorder. 

- Instead mid twenties Namjoon sat down at his desk for almost a whole year and wrote a book. Of course it was successful, the fantasy and philosophical tidbits combined to an adventure story that captivated audiences. 

- His publishers tried to get him to go for photo ops and for interviews no matter how much they begged Namjoon even as his novel climbed on the bestseller list. He didn’t want to look like a bumbling idiot in front of cameras, all those eyes on him, just the thought of it made him feel like he was going to be sick.

- So Namjoon’s daily routine was this, he woke up at a time most people would consider lunch or even dinner, and wrote for a few hours. Then he would go  out for coffee at around 6 pm or so when everything wasn’t so crowded in his favorite coffee shop (that his best and only friend Jin owned, they’d only became friends with because back when Namjoon’s anxiety wasn’t so bad Namjoon used to write late night in Seokjin’s 24/hour coffee shop.)

- It’s an idea for his next book that makes him adopt a hybrid, because he’d never had one and Namjoon is always thorough in his research, and if he’s going to write about a hybrid character then he needs to know what it’s like to live with one. 

- The beginning of the process is surprisingly easy, but the next step, actually choosing one is the hardest. Namjoon looks in the room of bounding puppies and foxes and bears that are all playing and biting each other’s ears and Namjoon isn’t comforted just overwhelmed. 

- Not able to choose Namjoon turns and walks down the hall, thinking that maybe this was a mistake, maybe he should just make the character in his book a human, maybe it was bad of him too want to get a hybrid for selfish reasons when in reality they where so close to people. 

- “Hey watch where you’re going!” a low grumpy voice says the second before Namjoon trips over a pair of stretched out legs. Namjoonfalls flat on his face barely managing to catch himself against the linoleum. He doesn’t even know how he manages to scratch his palms so bad. They make him hiss in pain as he picks himself up.

- “What the fuck! can’t you see anything with those glasses?” the person growls, dressed in all black baggy clothes, a round face with a hood pulled up over his head and a pair of headphones. “Apparently not” Namjoon says wiping his scraped hands on his jeans. One of the attendants comes crashing through the door. “I’m sorry mister! Did he hurt you at all?” Namjoon stutters out a no before they turn to small man that Namjoon tripped over.

- Namjoon is just about to apologize to him again before the attendant hisses almost lower than Namjoon can hear, “you where supposed to be in your pen Yoongi, making sure you didn’t bother the patrons. Now apologize.” Namjoon spies the electric prod through the attendants waste, the way his hand hovers on it and the way Yoongi shrinks into the back, no not the man- the hybrid, whose hands are covered by the large sweatshirt that sticks over his hands, and the black hood that covers lumps which must be ears of some sort.

- “I’m sorry” Yoongi says, his face downward. And Namjoon feels the protective instinct in him swell up. Thoughtlessly he reaches up and pushes back Yoongi’s hood, Yoongi flinches and Namjoon becomes even more displeased as he spies the small black cat ears that are poking out of the hybrids rumpled curly hair.

- “Actually, I was just talking to Yoongi about the possibility of adopting him when I tripped, we where just on our way to the office.” Yoongi’s eyes are wide as dinner plates alongside the attendants, his lips parted, his puffy tail swishing. No matter how hard they try to convince Namjoon to adopt “a more suitable companion.” 

- Namjoon won’t budge. Yoongi is going to be his hybrid. 

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mean kitty, soft kitty

Summary: Your injured form was the last thing Jin had expected when waking up one morning. But after healing you, and watching you leave, he wished he would wake up to you again, if only to see if you were okay. The rest of his home felt the same way, and when a storm comes, it brings you back to the men who made you feel safe.

Genre: hybrid au, bts au, polyamory relationship, bts x reader

Pairing: Hybrid BTS x Hybrid Reader

Word Count: 6.4k

Warnings: mentions of past abuse, past trauma, mentions of heat, mentions of knot, smut, 

Note: Thank you guys so much for 2,000 followers! I truly appreciate each and every one of my followers❤️

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The morning air was crisp when Jin woke up, untangling himself from Taehyung who had somehow turned over and nearly suffocated him in his sleep. Making his way out of the rom and into the kitchen, he began making breakfast for the rest of his boys. Before he could start cracking the eggs into the pan, he heard a small whimper, the window above the sink open slightly to let the cool air into the house.

Jin thought he was hearing things at first, but when he heard it again, he rushed outside, looking around for the source of the pained whimper. When he couldn’t find anything, even after walking around the outside of the house multiple times, he began his trek back inside only to hear it again.

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Eucalyptus

Warnings: Swearing, abandonment, hybrids are only considered as pets, mentions of pre-heat and scent triggers

Premise: A sugar glider hybrid with a broken past. Seven men convinced they can give her the life she's always wanted. Sometimes destiny has a funny way of finding you, and sometimes it smells like Eucalyptus.

Authors notes: Surprise! I know it has been a while, and I'm so sorry about that. I have a few fics I'm finishing up, so I'm hoping I'll have them to you soon! -Anyways, enjoy and please let me know what you think

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Hearing voices of the shelter workers coming down the hall, you quickly swallow down your mouthful of food. It didn’t matter how long you had been here, you still didn't particularly like any of them. It’s not as if they were bad people, they did their job well. But you could never really bring yourself to trust them. The humans you had encountered before being at the shelter were a waking nightmare. This small cage you were given was the only isolated solace you had.

You watched other hybrids come and go, many being adopted into ‘forever homes’ as the workers called it. You didn’t believe in their stories of warm caring homes, with owners that cherished their hybrids. You’d never seen it, so it couldn't be real.

Stalking over to perch behind one of your logs you waited for them to walk right past you. They always did. No one wanted a broken hybrid. A sweet melodic voice echoes in your ears as they approach. Your ears twitch with interest, ok maybe you were slightly curious about this person now.

“Our rodents are kept separately for their safety. However many of them can live in interspecies homes.” You could hear the attendees' voices now. You inwardly can’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes. You really didn’t enjoy this man. “I understand you are hoping for a smaller hybrid.”

“We're hoping for one we can bring to work with us, not just leave at home. There’s seven of us, and we each want to be able to care for our hybrid.” The sugary voice sings, your ears twitch again. You know you shouldn’t but you can't stop yourself. You peer up over the log down the hallway as two figures move in your direction.

“We have a few rabbits, mice, hedgehogs, cats, a couple of smaller dogs and-” The attendees’ head shakes.

“And?”

“Well we have another option….she’s a little more difficult? And not what you’d expect, we’ve had her here for a few years and she hasn’t shifted into her human form.” A loud sigh.

‘Oh please, next time you try to pick me up I'm peeing in your hand’ You huff angrily. ‘difficult-HA! I’ll show you difficult.’

In your mental retaliation you don’t realize they’ve stopped in front of your cage, until a figure leans down to take a look. Bright sparkling eyes stare at you through the bars of your cage. You unintentionally hold your breath.

‘pretty’ your brain supplies and you mentally slap yourself. ‘Not helping.’

“She’s so cute.” The pretty man states, large eyes full of excitement.

‘Flattery will get you nowhere…’ You want to glare at him, and you definitely try. But his complement made you blush deep under your fur. ‘Well maybe somewhere….Who told you you could be so pretty?!’

People never stopped to look at you. Once they knew you didn’t shift they’d breeze right by. This attention was new, scary yet thrilling.

“May I?” He gestures toward the cage door, you frown slightly and take a step back.

“If you want, she doesn’t bite, but she doesn’t like people either.” He remarks and unlocks the door.

The pretty one slowly opens the door, placing his hand on the floor of your cage facing up. And he waits, he leaves his hand there and watches you.

“I used to own sugar gliders.” His voice oozed with even more sweetness. “What’s her name?”

“She was found out in a snow storm, so we call her Snow.”

He just hums at the other male. Eyes never leave yours, as you stare at his hand and then glance to his eyes then back at his hand.

“Come here Snow. Let’s meet each other.”

‘Try anything and I’ll bite you…ok maybe I won't, but I’ll run away and make this very hard for you SIR.’ Glaring at the man in daring to hold his hand into your cage. You sniff the air, taking in the new scent, lavender and chamomile. Sensing nothing, only warm eyes watching you, you cautiously take a step closer. The scent is a little stronger now, you take another step and another then another.

Surprisingly your instincts aren’t telling you to run. Fight or flight was something you were accustomed too. Being the type of hybrid you are, it was embedded into your core. You seemingly slope yourself over to his hand giving it one more sniff before stepping onto it. You look up at him, as he slowly pulls his hand out of the cage and up to his face.

He coos at you. You almost keen under his gaze, his smile breaking out wider making him look even more gentle. You watch intently as he brings his other hand up, finger pointed he stops inches from your head.

“Does she like being pet?” He asks, realizing too soon that it might scare you.

The attendee shrugs behind him, “Honestly I’m not sure, no ones been able to hold her like that.”

“Is it ok?” The genuine concern in his voice makes your head tilt. Was he really asking you for permission? Who the heck is this guy? He brings his long crooked finger closer to you, but still doesn't make contact.

Whether it was your instincts or your want to trust him, you don’t give yourself a moment to think. Your eyes close and you lean up, letting your head touch his digit. You hear him exhale deeply, normally you would have jumped at the sudden noise, but feeling his touch your mind instantly relaxed. He lets you rub your head on him, moving yourself to let you scratch behind your ears.

He chuckles lightly, “Hello Snow, my name's Jin. Would you like to come home with me?”

You halt in your hyperfixation on his hand to look at him. ‘You are a weird one pretty Jin’

How come he keeps asking you? What was wrong with this man? You never had a choice, you were a pet. Pets don't have choices, choices were made for you whether you liked them or not.

“I do have to warn you, there are 6 other people that I live with. They’ll want to also shower you with love and attention. Do you think you could handle that?”

One was hard enough to please, but seven? Seven people to disappoint, to not be enough for, to show how broken you truly were. But he knew you couldn’t shift, he called you cute, and he asked you if you were ok with things. You liked his touch, six more people like him? That sounded too good to be true, could you really trust him after everything you’d been through?

That you weren’t sure, but hell- you wanted to. Every fiber of your being wanted to stay with this man. Nothing in your life had given you the comfort that this man's hand did. Nothing.

‘What do you have to lose, Y/N? Another disappointment won’t kill us. We’ll just end up back here, there could be worse.’ You try to coax yourself into making a decision, leap back into your cage or take a step with him.

You brace yourself and take a step onto the sleeve of his sweater. You don’t hesitate anymore as you climb up his arm onto his broad shoulder, as you peer over it you see there's a hood on his back. You make a break for it, jumping into it you’re enclosed in his warmth and scent. Snuggle into it, curling into a ball letting out a sigh of content.

“I’ll take that as a yes” You feel his back vibrate as he speaks. The attendees' words are muffled in your comfort. You let yourself slip a little too far as a cold hand breaches your new found nest and rips you out.

You let out a raspy gargled bark of annoyance as you can instantly tell it's no longer Jin handling you. Your legs find the bark of your log again, glancing up you can feel the panic rising. Did he change his mind? The door closes and Pretty bends down to look at you again.

“Don’t worry Snow, I’ll be back to take you home ok? Be good till then, I promise I’ll come back soon.”

You want to trust his words even more now, you give him a slight nod before climbing up into your makeshift nest. Deciding to find comfort in sleep, fear gripping at you as you hope he does indeed come back for you. Paperwork needs to be done, he probably has to get his home ready for you, so many things go on before you can leave with him. This isn’t the first time, but this is the first time you actually felt terrified of him walking away and never coming back.

You hear them leave the hallway, door clicking behind them as you hear the attendee mention paperwork and the adoption fee. You stone your emotions. You won’t let yourself be used again.

‘We won’t be hurt this time…not again…not every time.’ And you fall asleep as you chant to yourself over and over and over again.

****

“-And that’s all I know.” Jin's monolog finally comes to an end, hands fiddling with the pen in his lap. “They gave me a picture of her and the paperwork. Regardless at this point, I’ve promised her I’m going back for her, so it’ll be up to you guys if you are also going to sign the adoption forms or if it’ll just be me.”

He places your photo and the forms on the table for them to take a look. Hesitant hands reach for the picture, features turning soft before handing it down the table for the rest.

“And you’re sure about this Jin?” Namjoon questions as the photo is handed to him.

“100%. She doesn’t trust easily and she definitely has some social issues, but there’s something there.” He doesn't know how to fully explain himself. None of them had owned a hybrid before, all having very different views on the idea of owning another being like this. Jin himself was most against it, hybrids were people too. If only half, but still human, it didn’t mean they didn’t deserve love and a home either. However, talking to some of the staff back at Hybe and their hybrids they could all see what good they could do for a hybrid of their own. Taking in one from the shelter nearby was something they all agreed on, Jin opting to take charge and stomaching a walk through and meeting the adoptees. The choice to only take on one hybrid was also unanimous, as they were all separately busy at times, but mostly they were together.

They created a checklist of what they would like in their new family member. Smaller in stature, so they could bring them everywhere. Comfortable being in their animal form, making it easier to bring them to locations or the studios. Self entertained, if they had to leave them at home on their own they wouldn’t suffer from the seperation, human or animal. They didn’t particularly care about animal species or male vs female. They trusted Jin because he was the one who had the most to say about it.

“There was just a connection. I felt it. I can’t explain it.” He sighed, he wants them to take a chance on you. He needs them to.

Namjoon eyes the adoption forms on the table, spying Jin's signature already along the dotted line. He reaches for it, bringing it closer to read through it. Jin holds his breath, as the other members watch Namjoon’s face waiting to hear his verdict.

“Alright.” Namjoon finally breaks the silence. “Do you have a pen?”

Jin’s cheeks hurt from the smile that appears on his face, he gives an airy chuckle before handing over the pen to his leader.

He watched the other members read over it- look back at your picture and sign. This was it, he was going back to get you.

****

It had been a few days since Pretty had promised you he would come back. At this point your hope was slowly dwindling. You know you shouldn't hold onto this hope, you shouldn't have let it grow in the first place. You knew better. But looking in his eyes, hearing his voice, hope started to grow before you even realized it.

You had become angry at yourself for hoping. By the second day you had refused to eat. One part punishing yourself, another part being you just couldn’t find it in you. You were just exhausted from wishing for more. This cage was safe at least, you should be thankful for it.

Every time a worker switched out your untouched food they would all say the same thing. ‘C’mon Snow, he’ll be back for you’, ‘It’ll be ok, he really liked you’, ‘don’t give up yet, Snow. You have to be feeling ok when he comes to get you’. You couldn’t bring yourself to believe them…Not anymore. Not after everything.

So you spent the days sleeping away your funk. You’d feel better eventually. And you did. By the 5th day after Pretty’s visit you had eaten your breakfast and the surprise sugar cane stick they had given you. You had managed to precariously climb to the top of your exercise wheel, scaling the branches and using your hammock as leverage, trying your best to balance on the outside of it.

You heard footsteps come down the long hallway, deciding to ignore it. You almost fumble when you hear someone call your name.

“Snow~”

The cage door opens abruptly, but you hold your ground.

“Where are you? Are you hiding from me again?”

Trying your best not to move, undeciding if you want to surprise attack or indeed continue your long standing game of hide and seek with this particular employee.

Before you can decide, your hiding spot has already been discovered.

“There you are!” A hand reaches into the cage. You can’t dive away from it while balancing on this stupid thing. All you can do is bark angrily as it encircles around you, lifting you into the air. “C’mon Spunky. You have a date with destiny.”

‘This lady has officially lost it.’ You struggle against the cold grip around you, gargling at her the whole walk to the main vets room. She ignores your displays, she’s too used to your dramatics now. The main room is harsh and white, smelling strongly of whatever sterilizer they use. On the steel table is a cat carrier, with a smell you can't place. You begin to struggle against her. ‘LADY ARE YOU FEEDING ME TO A CAT!? What the hell kind of injustice is this!!’

One handedly she opens the carrier door. Peering through her fingers, it's empty. Except for a blanket and a stuffed toy and a sugarcane stick. Your whole body goes tense. Not a cat…then what's that smell? You’ve smelt it before but there’s something off about it. Like it’s mixed with something. Sweet, acidic, musty, earthy, floral, fruity and minty. Weird, where is it coming from?

She plops you down on the blanket, next to the toy. Immediately all the smells hit you. It’s coming from both the blanket and toy.

“It’ll be ok girl.”

‘Will it? So far everything has been all ass-backwards, what is happening?’ You scowl at the two items, but eye up the stick. She gently locks the door behind you.

“I hope you have a great time and enjoy yourself.”

‘I would if you would tell me what the hell is happening? Where am I going? Am I moving to another shelter? When you guys moved that bearded dragon out you did the same thing’ That would make sense, this isn't usual protocol for adopted hybrids, so many you were being moved to a permanent shelter.

‘Honestly if I knew I was leaving I would have bitten at least 2 of you’ You grumble, taking the stick between your teeth you begin to pull it further onto the blanket towards the toy. If these smells were from the new place, it's better to get used to them now rather than let them smack you in the lungs when you get there.

“There you go girl, just relax. I’ll be back soon to get you.” She explains as she walks back out of the room. You let out a huff as you begin munching on the stick. Sugar cane wasn’t your favourite, but it was still better than most snacks they tried to give you.

Still, there was something about these smells. Something familiar, but with the other smells mixing with it it made it impossible to differentiate.

With a mouth full of snacks you hear the door open again, expecting the same female voice again.

“Snow?” The sweet voice resonates in your ears. Hyperfixation and instinct taking over, you dart over to the carrier door to be able to look out.

The male figure comes around to you, smile still as dazzling as all those days ago.

‘Pretty!’ You let out an excited chirp. He’s here. He came back!

“I’m sorry it took so long for me to come back, but I wanted to pick you up personally.” Jin cooed at you. You were still as cute as he remembered. He couldn't express to his members that he already missed you. Not even 30 minutes with you and he was smitten. Unable to let anyone else retrieve you, working even harder to finish his project, those 5 days felt like torture to him.

Before he can say anything else another person enters the room. The lead vet comes in, you had deemed him the nicest. You didn’t exactly fight him when he checked on you, but you would hiss occasionally to warn him if you didn’t like something. He would stop if you told him to, which made him the nicest. Plus he would sneak you some of your favourite snacks. The one the attendees didn’t.

You start chirping repeatedly at him ‘Pretty came back! Pretty came back!’

“Someone’s excited.” He laughs. “But I can’t tell which one of you is more so.”

Jin lets out a soft airy chuckle, apparently he wasn't hiding his very well.

“Normally I would just tell you to call the shelter if you have any issue or questions, however. I have a soft spot for our Snow, she’s a feisty one, but I’ve been hoping someone would give her the family she deserves. So here is my personal number.” He hands over a business card with pen scribbled on the back. “You can call me anytime. Or text me. Either way I’ll try to answer as soon as possible. Make sure all of you have it ok?”

“Of course! Thank you so much for this.” Jin places the card into the envelope you didn't notice he was carrying until this moment. “Can I take her home now?”

“Absolutely.”

“Let's go home Snow.” You chirp at him again to signal you're ready. He grabs the handle of the carrier and lifts it off the table.

****

To say you were nervous would be putting it mildly. You started to tremble not even 5 minutes in, Jin sitting in the back with you. He noticed almost instantly, his voice soft and soothing. What really surprised you was when he opened the carrier door, offering to hold you for the rest of the drive. You quickly opted for his warmth rather than let yourself dwell on your nerves. Snuggling into his lap, his hands petting you in a gentle rhythm. The only time anxiety began to rise back in you was when he let you know that you had arrived. Instead of letting him usher you back into the carrier you scrambled into his hoodie pocket.

Jin hesitates before going into their suite. He was worried about how you were going to handle having 6 new people. He glances down at you peeking out from his pocket.

“Ready?” His smile still held so much hope. “Take your time ok? Everything will be ok.”

You give him a nervous chirp in response before stealing yourself. You can smell the mix of scents seeping through the door. The same smells as in the carrier, it must have been from all of them. Them hoping to make you comfortable before coming here. You melt a little at the thought. None of them have an unpleasant smell, in all actuality they smelt really good, especially one scent that piques your instincts. Curiosity starts to make you feel antsy as he finally opens the door and walks in.

The members are scattered around the living room. Tension is thick in the air, as well as worry making their scents burn the back of your throat.

“Hey guys, we’re home.” Jin places the carrier on the table, you can see the members trying to not surround it, but the excitement that now shifts in the room is almost contagious. You don’t know why you do it, your instincts taking over.

You chirp at them. Announcing that you're not in the carrier, but on Jin's person.

“What?” Six heads snap to the oldest.

He clears his throat before bringing his hand to you, waiting for you, you climb aboard.

“Everyone, this is Snow. Snow, this is Jimin, Namjoon, Taeyhung, Hoseok, Jungkook and Yoongi.” He points to each person as he says their name.

Are these many prettys allowed to be together? They’re all pretty, each one different from the next nut definitely still pretty.

Some wave shyly and others give a quiet hi. You take in each of them, analyzing their scents and demeanours out of habit. Head tilting to match the voices of hellos to the person. The deep voice coming from the fluffy warm one. Sturdy modulated voice from the tall big one. And the softly spoken sing song voice from the ball of energy. The smaller bright soft one, the concerned confident one and the wholesome wided eyed sparkly one waving to you.

‘They don’t seem all that bad.’ You smile to yourself. The one Jin aid was Jimin steps towards you, in an attempt to interact with you more. However you aren’t ready for that just yet, you take a step back.

“I’m sorry.” Jimin quickly apologizes, smile faltering. Oh, his voice is sweet, angelic even. You shake yourself out of thought to hear him speak. “Would it be better if we give you time to get used to the place first?”

You give him a soft hopeful chirp in response and his smile is immediately back on his face. You stomp your feet excitedly at his smile, he was cute when he smiled, They all were.

“I think it would be best if she sticks with me for now, and when she feels ready she can interact first?” Jin chuckled at your display. You chirped again and nodded your head. You could do that.

“Yea, we can do that. When you’re ready you can come to us Snow.” The sturdy voice comes out again.

‘Namjoon. His name is Namjoon. I can do this.’

And that’s how most of your days went, huddled into Jin. Clinging to him. Leaving the apartment meant he’d make sure to wear things with either hoods or large pockets for you to stay in. The others would talk to you or try to coax you out with food but you stayed with Jin. You wanted to try with them, like you had with Jin. But your insecurities would always make you falter in accepting them.

How did seven pretty men want you? You were so broken, they didn’t even know your story. If they knew they would probably take you back right away. But they didn’t know, how could they know? Unless you told them and you knew you wouldn’t so why couldn't you take that step. Cross the bridge they were waiting so patiently on the other side of you for.

Maybe it could finally be that day.

****

All you wanted to do was nap, you needed to sleep. How could one man be so loud in the middle of the day you would never know.

You slink out of the cracked door, slowly making your way down the hallway to the living room. You can hear the other members around the suite. The youngests were together in what smelt like Hoseok and Jimins room. You weren’t sure where Namjoon was, but you can hear Yoongi talking to himself from the dining table. Walking around the corner you find him surrounded by his laptop, notepads, books and other things you didn’t bother to take in. You had already found your focus.

You could hear faint deep breathing coming from the couch. Fixating on that you shuffle quietly over to it, climbing up the armrest that Yoongi couldn't see. Rounding over it you see Hoseok asleep on his back, arms behind his head, blanket half on him, tv down low. Gingerly you scuttle to him, sniffing the air around him, your mind relaxing.

Today can be the day.

‘Alright sunshine, let’s see how this goes.’ You give yourself one final mental push and climb onto his chest. His deep breathing causes his chest to rise and fall in an almost transic rhythm. Your limbs have stopped shaking enough for you to tuck them under your body along with your tail, relaxing into a ball as you let your mind drift to sleep.

With the smell of lemons and honey surrounding you.

****

“Has anyone seen Snow?” Jin questions as he comes out of his room, into the kitchen area.

“Not since you were last out here. She didn’t stay with you?” Yoongi remarks from the table.

“I was playing games, I think I was a little too loud for her.” He shrugs, it’s not that he’s overly worried where you got to. You wouldn’t have gone far.

He peers around the living room looking for your tiny figure when he sees a napping Hoseok on the couch. He turns to walk back out when he hears the faint sound of your purring. His eyes sparkle as he takes in your spot, smile hurting his cheeks instantly. He wants to cheer, to yell out his excitement. It was finally happening.

Your tiny sleeping body curled up on Hoseok's chest.

When Hoseok finally awoke he felt a light warm patch on his chest. Rubbing his face he looked down to where you were. At first he was shocked, then excited and then terrified to move. He didn’t want you to run from him when you woke up. He wanted you to stay with him, he wanted what Jin had with you.

Eventually your slumber came to an end, body twitching awake you shifted into a stretch. Yawning, you glanced up, eyes connecting with Hoseok’s. You clamber to your feet, and chirp sleepily at him.

‘You look like you’ve seen a ghost Sunshine’

Tottering up his body you bump your head against his chin, in doing so you feel him relax. His scent returned to normal. He let out an airy chuckle before reaching up and scratching you behind your ear. And his wishes were answered when you purred at him.

****

Now that you had gotten over your first hurdle with Hoseok you used every opportunity to nap on him when he was home. Still choosing to sleep in Jin's room in the carrier based on your need for that familiar comfort. But if you were sleepy and Hoseok was home, you’d find him one way or another.

It wasn’t until a couple days later that you noticed a pair of eyes watching you. A soft longing type linger, that you could physically feel on you. Realizing who it came from was easy, it especially happened when you were getting comfy on Hoseok or riding on Jin. Wanting to see that smile again you made a plan.

Jin was in the kitchen getting you some food when you began barking your way down the hallway. Coming to the island, you knew you could climb it. They knew you could climb it. However, today was a new day and this new day meant you didn’t want to climb it.

Jimin was sitting on one of the island bar stools eating his own bowl of food. So Instead of scaling the side like normal you teetered over to him. Swiping your tail over his foot and yapping at him to get his attention.

‘Sparkles! Sparkles! Help me!’

He peeks down the chair leg to you circling him on the stool.

“What’s wrong, Snow? Are you ok?” The concern in his voice makes you worry. Instinctively he gets down on the floor to take a better look at you. Hand outstretching before he has a moment to rethink his actions.

You immediately hop onto his hand, you weren’t going to allow the perfect opportunity to slip by. He jumps a little at how unexpected your reaction is. He stands up cautiously, you in his hand he stares at Jin who has just turned around to see what the commotion was about.

Jin is used to your mischief by now. They weren’t lying when they said you were feisty, and it only made him that more amused with you.

“Looks like you’re one of us now Jimin.” He smirks as Jimin whips his attention back to you as you jump off his hand and glide to the island. Jimin plops back down on his chair, mind still in shock. The concern starts to build again, you march over to him and chirp. It’s enough to break whatever spell he’s under.

“Thank you.” Is all he can manage.

‘You’re welcome Sparkles.’

****

It had just been over a week now since you came to live with the boys. You were still only comfortable with the three members, but you had spent the last day psyching yourself up to approach one of them. You just hadn't decided who yet.

You clambered out of your carrier, gliding down from the cabinet it was perched on, you can hear a door open and feet padding down the hallway. You scoot out to see who it is. A slightly sleepy Taehyung ambles away from you. You quickly pick up the pace to follow behind him, your little legs working overtime to catch up. He makes a turn into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. You pick your hiding spot, and wait for him to come back out. As he does you begin to follow him again.

“Looks like you have a new friend” Yoongi remarks from the kitchen, following you with his eyes.

Taehyung freezes, turning to look down behind him, pure confusion etched on his face. That is until he spots your tininess, a huge smile breaks on his face.

“Good morning Snow” His groggy deep voice begins to soothe you, but you shake yourself out of it by running up to him leaping up onto his pants halfway up his calf and scampering up him. He doesn’t dare to do anything, he knows what this means. It’s finally his turn.

Crawling into his chest shirt pocket you purr at him, his smell of mint and chocolate enveloping you. His smile turns his sharp mature features into ones of childlike excitement.

He turns around to continue on his route “You’re coming with me today.” Your heart warms.

‘Let’s go!’

****

After the first few steps the other became easier and easier.

A couple days after that you find Namjoon near a window in a wicker chair reading a book. Sun beaming down through the glass illuminating his skin, almost making him glow. Unknowingly to him you jump onto the large window sill, soaking up the sun yourself as you settle down, focusing all of your might into your gaze. Attempting to will him into noticing you. You take in his gentle yet strong features, the way his hands hold his book like its something fragile and precious. He gives his members the same look, there’s something about him that you love to just sit and watch. Eventually he does notice you, muffling a chuckle to himself before extending his hand out to pet you. Purring comfortably you curl up in the sun and let yourself be lulled to sleep with the smell of home and touch of home.

At this point they all felt comfortable taking you out of the suite more and more. They had been going through some rehearsals in one of the dance studios. Unfortunately for you Jin had taken his sweater off and your snug little nest wasn’t as nice anymore, with it being on the ground. The only one left was Yoongi and thankfully they weren’t working on choreography, so you hitched a ride off Jin and as soon as he got close enough you lept off his shoulder aiming for Yoongi’s. The shorter male saw your line of sight as your posture changed for you to glide, so he halted mid-step to allow himself to be a safer place to land, papers in hand.

You give him a little chirp and climb directly into his hood, into the nest of amber and vanilla. He doesn’t say anything but he tries to hide a shy smile from the others as he continues reading over his sheets, continuing his pacing.

You couldn’t seem to find a moment to reach out to Jungkook, the shyest of them all gave you the most space. Which was starting to irritate you. So out of frustration one day while he had his door shut, you could hear him in there. You started barking as loud as you could from outside, occasionally scratching at it to emphasize your displeasure. Eventually he opened it and you marched right in, climbing up onto his bed and curling up. He watched with silent bewilderment, but you refused to acknowledge his uncertainty letting him continue on his computer, with you purring away in the background.

****

And that’s how it started. Everyday you went with at least one of them to work. Meeting coworkers and other hybrid pets alike. All were excited to meet you, hearing so much about you from all the members, your confidence started to take off. Along with your confidence the fire that was once inside of you began to spark again.

–

‘Not my fault you don’t use that freakishly big head of yours.’ You grumble, sneering at the man profusely apologizing to Jimin. The unknown man had run right into Jimin, almost completely knocking him over.

The assailant runs away with his head down.

“Pffft” The coworker's hybrid tries to contain his laughter, until he’s out of earshot.

‘Stupid big head. Come near my Jiminie again and I’ll chew holes into your shoes.’ Continuing to mumble to yourself threats upon the males discomfort.

“What's so funny?” Doyun asks.

“Your glider-” He gestures to you on Jimin's shoulder. Struggling to speak between laughter. “She’s a spunky one.”

Jimin stares at him confused, unknowing to him that the other hybrid heard you. You were projected very loudly, you glare at him as Jimin walks away. The hybrid raises his hands up in surrender to you, smiling and waving goodbye.

Your protective nature was showing, one you didn’t think you had anymore. Becoming so aloof, detached and distant from the world was your way of being safe. All the past pain almost felt like a lie. And this warmth, comfort and love being your new truth, one you could rely on. For once life felt worth existing in. Happiness was finally worse, no more worrying……

****

But you spoke too soon.

The boys had taken you to see the vet from the shelter numerous times recently. This uncomfortable dull pain in your stomach makes it impossible for you to want to eat. Only waking for a few hours everyday, spending most of your time in your carrier, not wanting to come out.

Because of this they had to stop taking you with them. You spent 24/7 in the suite, as per the vets orders. Minimal contact with others until they could find out exactly what was happening to you.

The boys had gone out for a long day of work, all saying their farewell assuring you they’ll be back as soon as they can. But they had a 10 hour shoot today, they didn’t want to go but they knew they couldn’t stay. So ample food and water was left out for you, just outside the carrier so you wouldn't have to go far and with that they left.

As soon as they left something felt off. The pain was still there but something mentally felt wrong. Forcing yourself to your feet you fumble your way down and out of Jin's room, finding yourself now in Namjoons room. Sun beaming onto his bed through the curtain crack you struggle to climb up. Your breath coming out short, feeling like it's being cut off. You push past the panic and continue ascending. Feeling the warmth from the sun through your fur, you let your body spread out on its back instead of going into your natural comfort ball.

Dull throbbing pain, your instincts screaming incoherent words at you and your mess of emotions spiral into dizzying lights behind your eyes as you fall unconscious.

****

Your eyes gently flutter open, your mind still warm from the dreams of sunlight. The pain in your body is still there but it feels different somehow but you can't place it. Without dwelling on it too much you roll over onto your stomach, however what you weren’t expecting was to completely roll off the bed.

You let out an audible screech when you collide with the hardwood. Unthinking you let out a pained croaky groan and freeze.

Did you just make that noise? How would you-? IS THAT A HAND?

Springing to your feet, you're hit with a headrush, eyes flying shut. Your hand automatically shoots up to cradle your head, eyes peeling open you can see it. That’s definitely a hand…your hand. It’s almost too good to be true, you're afraid to look down but you still manage to.

“I have 2 legs! I have a body!” You chirp happily, voice coming out slightly harsh from it not being used in years. “I am human! Im-I’m….naked. I am very naked…uhhh…clothes! I need clothes.”

Stumbling on your new shaky legs like a newborn calf you waddle over to namjoons wardrobe. Struggling to open the door, you use your whole body against it, failing to open it. Catching yourself before you almost tumble to the floor.

“Wooow. Ok let's not fall” You chuckle to yourself. Looking around the room you notice a white shirt laid over a chair, stumbling slightly over it you grab it and put it over your head. It's definitely too big for you. A large white t-shirt with some weird pattern on the front. Sleeves covering you to your elbows and length down to your mid thighs. Lifting the collar to your face you inhale deeply Namjoons scent filling your mind, letting out a content sigh, dropping the fabric.

“Right, good enough.” Before you can make a move you hear your stomach grumble loudly.

“Really? Now you're hungry, after worrying everyone NOW you want food” You glare angrily at your stomach, it growling at you in return. “Fine!”

Carefully you make your way out of namjoons room, using whatever furniture and the walls as support. Passing each of the members feeling like something wasn't right, but letting yourself believe it was because you were hungry.

By the time you make it to the kitchen you have full control of your legs, but now find yourself too tired, and the pain is turning into a slow burn, to make anything.

“Please have something made already” You give a silent prayer before opening the fridge. Staring you right in the face is a take out container of leftovers. “Thank you boys!”

Pulling it out, you place it in the microwave to warm it up as quickly as possible. Only letting yourself have a quick moment to try to remember who it was. Being unable to, you chose to give up as the microwave chimes. You carefully take it to the couch with chopsticks in hand. You no longer hesitate to start devouring the food.

Half way through your meal, your body begins to ache again. DIfferent to how it was in animal form. There's an undeniable pain in your senses. Placing the food down on the coffee table.

“What the-Nnnnnn.” A sharp burning hits your body. Your glider instincts are muffled by your prominent human side. As muffled as they are you can still feel them, letting yourself sink into them. Standing abruptly and running to the members rooms, grabbing items from each, sprinting back to the couch. You dump everything onto the couch. Then beginning to place each item meticulously into their perfect spot.

Hoseok's pillow on one side of the couch. Jins RJ stuffy, he keeps on his bed, on the pillow. Yoongi’s comforter over the couch, allowing space near the pillow for you to climb in. Sitting down, slipping your feet into a pair of Jimin's long fuzzy socks. Sliding one leg at a time into Jungkook's grey sweatpants. Finally circling a brown cardigan of Taes around your shoulders, you lay down, pulling the blanket over you, RJ in your arms.

Surrounded by their scents you finally relax. The pain in your senses is now gone, but now replaced by longing to see and hear them. You reach for the remote for the tv, pressing on youtube and a mix playlist of videos of them. Their voices echoing in the once silent room as you fall back asleep.

****

“What the hell?!”

The boys were exhausted coming back, you were on their minds all day. They couldn’t stop worrying about you, not knowing if you were ok or if something happened to you. As silly as it was they agreed to make a stop on the way home to pick up a cell phone for you. You could at least text them since you still weren’t able to shift. It gave them all a sense of comfort knowing they could keep in contact in some way.

Coming home later than planned, they didn't account for finding their stuff all piled onto the couch, tv on and leftovers half eaten. If they weren’t in their right minds they’d think someone broke in. But who would break in just to do this?

Yoongi creeps up to the couch, reaching out to his comforter he can hear faint purring coming from the mound.

“No way-” He whispers just loud enough for them to hear and pulls it down just far enough to expose the pillow with your tiny furry body curled up on Hoseok's pillow.

Someone in the room releases a loud gasp causing you to stir. Eyes opening, blinking multiple times to fight the fog. Pain back to a dull ache you look up and see seven wide, shocked pairs of eyes on you. For a moment you're confused why they would look at you like that, then you remember.

You had been human! You had shifted! 6 years! For the first time in 6 years you had shifted!

Jumping to your feet you are babbling at them excitedly, hopping up and down unable to contain yourself.

“Snow, were you human?” Jin asks in disbelief, you nod at him.

“That's so amazing! You-” Jimin cheers.

“How did you do it?” Taehyung cuts Jimin off from continuing. You let out a huff, head shaking.

You honestly don’t know. One minute you were asleep then the next POOF human.

“You don't know?”

Again, you shake your head. Dejection settles in, annoyed at yourself for being too excited in the moment and not thinking about it properly.

“It’s ok, I’m sure it’ll happen again.” Hoseok tries to cheer you up, scratching your chin as you finally stop bouncing.

“We picked this up for you today,” Yoongi places the phone down in front of you. “Just in case you need to contact us for anything. And we mean anything.”

You want to cry. What did you do to deserve these men? Did it make all the pain worth it? No, nothing could make that pain worth it. However, they helped faze out those memories. You nod your head in thank you. These kind beautiful men were everything.

For the next week, everytime you became human you’d make a note of what you were doing when it happened, what the pain was like before the shift, what your thoughts were, anything that might be helpful. When the boys would come home they’d all go over it too.

Sometimes it would happen for only a few minutes, sometimes a few hours, once or twice a day. You felt useless, how could you not figure this out. Why and how were you shifting, this infuriating broken puzzles sharp edges were cutting deeper in your mind. 6 years of only being a sugar glider, what made now so different? You’ve had ‘homes’ before and you had the shelter, so what was causing this.

The only differences were; you felt safe and comfortable. You had food and clean water. People that loved you. People you loved. Warm rooms to choose where you wanted to nest. Countless places to climb and glide from. And the touch of each of the seven men that cared about you.

And that’s when it hit you……. Or the scent did.

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“Namjoon!” Your voice breaks, you’re struggling to catch a deep breath. Your hands tremble slightly as the grip on the phone begins to tighten.

“Hello?” He asks cautiously.

“Namjoon, I know this is going to be hard to believe but it's me! Snow.”

“Snow? You’re human again-?”

“Yes and I think I know why. Are you with the others right now?”

“No, I stepped out for a minute.”

“Good. I need to tell you, I just realized I’m going into a pre-heat, but as a human..”

“Really? Why now?”

“One of your scents is triggering it, it’s fogging my mind Namjoon. Everytime I become human my body feels like it's on fire. I can’t breathe here” You don’t want to be annoying, or for them to think that you’re too much to take care of. You finally had a home, a safe home. You couldn't risk losing it by being demanding now that you could become human again.

“I’ll call the shelter after work. I remember reading something about safe heat rooms in the adoption papers. Are you sure you don’t want a partner to help you through it? They also had those as an option.” You know he’s being thoughtful, thinking of your best interest.

You stifle a whimper, choking back a silent sob. The words come out small as you regain your composure. “I don’t want to spend it with anyone else….”

“It’ll be ok Snow.” Thankfully his voice begins sending relief washing through you. “But…. Can I ask which one of us?”

“I’m sorry Namjoon, I really don’t want to say.”

“You know we would help you if you asked. We all love you.”

“I know you all care for me as your pet, I just don’t want anyone to feel bad. This isn’t anyone's fault, just my stupid hybrid instincts.” You grumble. “Maybe next time we can look into a heat partner?”

The words taste like vinegar, the thought of anyone else’s smell making you instantly feel nauseated. But you need to reassure him that you are still an easy pet to care for, even now. Even when you’re not a tiny sugar glider that only cares about sweets and sleeping in their hooded sweaters. Making things harder for them, meant them rethinking things. Things like if they really wanted to keep you or if they’d return you.

“Snow. You don’t have to force yourself. You said it yourself, if it’s one of our scents triggering you-”

“I’ll be fine. I just have to get used to being human again.” You laugh, in hopes of lightening the mood. “Maybe soon I’ll get a handle on it and finally be able to meet you all properly.”

He chuckles into the receiver. As perceptive as he is, he can already hear the twinge in your voice. He makes his way back into the studio where the others are.

“Well I can assure you that we’d all love to meet you in your human form. You’ve given the house warmth again.”

Eyes peer at him from around the room, his conversation catching intrigue.

“Thanks Joonie!” The cutesy nickname bubbling out of your mouth, before you can stop it. Your feet still, smile falling as you cover your mouth in panic. “Namjoon, I mean. I-I’m sorry.”

“You can call me Joonie. It’s ok.” He reassures you, his small soft smile finds its way to his lips unseen by you but very seen by his members.

However reassuring his voice sounds, you're still unsure how to take it. Your silence stretches on, unable to come up with a decent reply.

“Do you think you’ll still be human when we get home?” He changes the subject, offering you a way out. Now everyone was hyper aware of his conversation. Abandoning everything they’re doing, stares ever so blatant.

“I’m not sure. I still haven’t figured out how in these moments I’m changing. I’m not doing anything different either way. I’ll try to think about it more today.” You hum, now absentmindedly.

“Ok, we’ll try not to be late today.”

“Ok. I’ll see you when you get back.” You start chewing on your bottom lip. What if you can’t be human around them? Would they assume you were lying to them, only choosing to be a glider around them. What if they thought you were too useless. Too broken. Weak?

“I’ll see you tonight. And Snow, it’s ok whatever version of you it is.”

He states softly and hangs up. You’re left stunned. Did he mean that? Is it really ok? You really hoped it was because you would be heartbroken if you had to leave them.

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“Snow?” Jimin bounced excitedly in his chair. “You were talking to Snow? She’s human?”

“Yes, at least for now. She says she still doesn't know what is changing her. But she did let me know something, and I think we all need to talk about it.” He slides a rolling chair towards the couch, taking a seat and gesturing for the others to join him. They all share a worried glance but follow their leader's request.

“Is she ok?” Jin

“Yes and no. We need to call the shelter and ask them if they have a heat room available. Snow’s going into pre-heat, as a human. Which we all know she hasn’t done in a long time.” Namjoon explains slowly, analyzing each reaction. “I think the sooner the better because she’s struggling at home. Apparently one of our scents is triggering it.”

“One of our scents?” Yoongi questions. “Did she say which one?”

“No, she said she doesn’t want any of us to know. She doesn’t want whoever it is to feel bad. And she asked not to have a heat partner. She tried to tell me she could have one for the next time, but she didn’t sound convincing when she mentioned it. From what I’ve been reading, if she’s refusing purely based on one of our scents, then her animal base instincts are signifying one of us as her mate.” He’s nodding slowly, his mind thinking of each outcome to this situation. “Honestly I think the worst part is, she sounds like she’s blaming herself.”

Thoughtful heavy silence hangs in the room. Their poor Snow, the pain she must be going through and she’s thinking of them.

“This isn’t her fault.” Taehyung’s deep voice resonated in the room. They all silently agree, there’s no way this is your fault. It could never be.

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(Polyamory au) ( Bunny Hybrid! Reader x Tiger Hybrid! Taehyung x Cat Hybrid! Yoongi x Owner! Namjoon)

SUMMARY: Namjoon has a perfect life once he moves out of the city to a cabin alongside his two rescue hybrids, Yoongi and Taehyung. But then one night in the middle of the rainstorm they find you, a bunny hybrid, hiding in their chicken coop.  

WARNINGS: Anxiety attacks, Anxious! Namjoon, mentions of hybrid abandonment, hybrid mistreatment, Half of this is Domestic fluff, possessive behavior. 

W/C: 5,000 words of backstory you don’t need + 5,000 words of pure fluff

A/N: ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ THIS IS A VERRY VERRY HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRESENT TO MY MAIN HUMAN @peeachypop ❤️WHO I KNOW IS A SLUT FOR TIGER HYBRID TAEHYUNG AND CAT YOONGI, AND AN INTELECTUAL BOYFRIEND NAMS.❤️❤️❤️ I HOPE YOUR NEXT YEAR IS FILLED WITH AS MUCH FLUFF AS THIS ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

- Namjoon was not what you call a people person, not most days anyway. 

- Most of the time he preferred to sit at his desk in his little box of an apartment building and write away at his laptop, content only to leave if inspiration was failing him or if his need for caffeine overtook his anxiety. 

- Public places made him anxious, the clawing dread in his chest something he couldn’t shove down and live through, of course Namjoon was admittedly living in the middle of one of the largest metropolitan cities in the world. But the feeling didn’t go away and leave him with age like it should have when he’d aged from being a shy school child into being a full-fledged adult with an anxiety disorder. 

- Instead mid twenties Namjoon sat down at his desk for almost a whole year and wrote a book. Of course it was successful, the fantasy and philosophical tidbits combined to an adventure story that captivated audiences. 

- His publishers tried to get him to go for photo ops and for interviews no matter how much they begged Namjoon even as his novel climbed on the bestseller list. He didn’t want to look like a bumbling idiot in front of cameras, all those eyes on him, just the thought of it made him feel like he was going to be sick.

- So Namjoon’s daily routine was this, he woke up at a time most people would consider lunch or even dinner, and wrote for a few hours. Then he would go  out for coffee at around 6 pm or so when everything wasn’t so crowded in his favorite coffee shop (that his best and only friend Jin owned, they’d only became friends with because back when Namjoon’s anxiety wasn’t so bad Namjoon used to write late night in Seokjin’s 24/hour coffee shop.)

- It’s an idea for his next book that makes him adopt a hybrid, because he’d never had one and Namjoon is always thorough in his research, and if he’s going to write about a hybrid character then he needs to know what it’s like to live with one. 

- The beginning of the process is surprisingly easy, but the next step, actually choosing one is the hardest. Namjoon looks in the room of bounding puppies and foxes and bears that are all playing and biting each other’s ears and Namjoon isn’t comforted just overwhelmed. 

- Not able to choose Namjoon turns and walks down the hall, thinking that maybe this was a mistake, maybe he should just make the character in his book a human, maybe it was bad of him too want to get a hybrid for selfish reasons when in reality they where so close to people. 

- “Hey watch where you’re going!” a low grumpy voice says the second before Namjoon trips over a pair of stretched out legs. Namjoonfalls flat on his face barely managing to catch himself against the linoleum. He doesn’t even know how he manages to scratch his palms so bad. They make him hiss in pain as he picks himself up.

- “What the fuck! can’t you see anything with those glasses?” the person growls, dressed in all black baggy clothes, a round face with a hood pulled up over his head and a pair of headphones. “Apparently not” Namjoon says wiping his scraped hands on his jeans. One of the attendants comes crashing through the door. “I’m sorry mister! Did he hurt you at all?” Namjoon stutters out a no before they turn to small man that Namjoon tripped over.

- Namjoon is just about to apologize to him again before the attendant hisses almost lower than Namjoon can hear, “you where supposed to be in your pen Yoongi, making sure you didn’t bother the patrons. Now apologize.” Namjoon spies the electric prod through the attendants waste, the way his hand hovers on it and the way Yoongi shrinks into the back, no not the man- the hybrid, whose hands are covered by the large sweatshirt that sticks over his hands, and the black hood that covers lumps which must be ears of some sort.

- “I’m sorry” Yoongi says, his face downward. And Namjoon feels the protective instinct in him swell up. Thoughtlessly he reaches up and pushes back Yoongi’s hood, Yoongi flinches and Namjoon becomes even more displeased as he spies the small black cat ears that are poking out of the hybrids rumpled curly hair.

- “Actually, I was just talking to Yoongi about the possibility of adopting him when I tripped, we where just on our way to the office.” Yoongi’s eyes are wide as dinner plates alongside the attendants, his lips parted, his puffy tail swishing. No matter how hard they try to convince Namjoon to adopt “a more suitable companion.” 

- Namjoon won’t budge. Yoongi is going to be his hybrid. 

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Jungkook

𝐎𝐟𝐟-𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐲 | Hitskip

"Finding someone who can take care of what you love most when you're no longer able to is a final act of love- and not giving up."

Tags/Warnings: Police Officer!Jungkook, Dog Hybrid!Reader, Partners to lovers?, Alternate law-system/made up laws, crime, futuristic, sci-fi, body-modifications, Fluff, romance, Adult themes (sex, alcohol, mentions of drugs but no consumption), Comedy?, Angst, injury

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Despite basically living together, you and Jungkook aren't really all that close.

You've never went on vacation together or even on a day-trip, mainly due to insurance reasons considering you're owned by the police department, and not Jungkook himself. There's been too many accidents and problems in the past, forcing those rules onto handlers nowadays, and some might argue that it's for the better. The more professional you stay with your partner, the more professional you stay during work as well-

But Jungkook has worries.

Mostly because, while you'll probably be able to stay in service for another ten years maybe, he himself has to resign much sooner rather than later. He's got maybe a year left until his contract ends- and he's been told that to resign it, he will have to go through a rigorous process of evaluation again.

A process he most likely won't pass, due to his past injuries and resulting body mods to keep him mobile.

He's already looking for a potential new handler once he leaves- Taehyung being one of those he's got his eye on, though the new officer might not be the best fit for you, considering how he constantly seems caught off guard by your honestly very normal behavior as a police hybrid. You're not a pet down the line. You're not meant to be cuddly and cute and well behaved- you're meant to take down criminals, fight, and protect, most of all.

Seokjin is out of the question too, since he's got Yoongi- and he's still very much fit for work, despite his previously injured shoulder. He didn't need anything other than a regular operation- now he's back in service, more capable than ever.

Jimin doesn't want to do the handler training- he admits himself that he'd get too attached, and that would just harm his performance and put others in danger.

So who the hell is Jungkook supposed to choose? He doesn't want to just.. leave, and let you be alone until the department decides that you're unfit for anyone else, just for you to end up in a shelter where no one's gonna pick you up because who wants an aggressive former policedog hybrid?

"Jungkook?" You wonder, ripping him out of his thoughts as he looks at you, noticing your upper lip bleeding.

"What happened?" He instantly worries, hands carefully holding your face, thump inspecting your little cut that's bleeding. "Hm?" He asks after letting go to let you talk.

"I don' no'-" You fumble a little, trying not to move your lip too much. "I a'e an' use' a new s'oon" You stumble, and he gets up to grab a tissue for you to hold against it, before he walks towards the kitchen table to inspect the spoon you were talking about, running his finger over the edges-

finding a manufacturing error, tiny metal part not rounded properly, sticking out very sharply- so much so that it almost cuts him too.

"We'll wait a little, if it doesn't stop we'll see someone for it, okay?" He asks, moving the tissue a bit to inspect it- noticing that it's not that deep at all. The most challenging part will most likely rather be for you not to lick it constantly- that's gonna be a pain for him to control.

Well, maybe it was for the best that he didn't get the vacation with you.

He'll have to inspect all the cutlery now anyways, before he can let you eat again.

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Sometimes, Jungkook likes to dream.

What would a life be like if he just.. lived normally together with you? If he was just a regular part of this community, and not an officer feared for all the things people in the same uniform have done in the past?

Maybe you wouldn't be so scarred up from knifes and bullets having pierced your skin. Maybe he wouldn't have to wear his own bodymods- maybe you'd both just be normal, and unaware of the horrors human kind can make reality sometimes. But that's not your shared reality- yours is right now, as Jungkook keeps a hold on back straps of your bulletproof vest and harness you wear to hold you back, waiting for the signal to let you inside the house to search for drugs or other illegal substances. They're currently escorting multiple men out the pretty run-down place to make it safer- when he gets the command over his in-ear piece to let you in. "Alright, let's go." He tells you, letting you go so you can immediately run into the house, checking the living room first.

Your hands move the pillows on the couch, eyes frantically moving in concentration, ears moving and tail wagging. He knows it's actually not from excitement, but to 'move' scent around that might've settled somewhere so you can notice it better. Once you catch something, for example, your tail stills as to not disturb the trail, and not interrupt any traces by moving them around.

You're currently on your hands and knees looking beneath the coffee table, before you move again to walk into the next room- the connecting kitchen on the other side of the main entrance hall. It's cluttered, and Jungkook has to watch out as to not slip on any of the trash, gun still drawn in his hand as a safety precaution, just in case. You're tripping a little here and there, looking and sniffing around, tail going left to right at a rapid pace.

You leave the kitchen, make your way upstairs to the bedrooms, entering one of them on the left side. Jungkook follows, notices how your tail suddenly stops, a clear sign that you've picked up something specific. You're supposed to be searching for drugs right now- and so Jungkook watches now with his gun lowered as you look around more specifically, walking one step, evaluating, walking another step, repeat. You're reacting to something, and he wonders what it might be.

Unbeknownst to him, you found something entirely other than drugs.

You're suddenly sitting down in front of a closet, looking over your shoulder towards him, who walks closer to you now, running a hand over your head. "Good job. What's in here?" He asks, pointing before opening, and you reach out to prevent him from doing so.

"RDX." You tell him, and his eyes widen as he helps you up and instantly away from the closet.

"We found something." Jungkook tells into his ear piece, earning the response to clarify what exactly was found. "Highly possibly explosives. Hybrid indication in the upstairs guest bedroom, inside a blue wooden closet." He explains, receiving the response that a bomb squat has been notified to take care of the potential issue, and to get out of the house immediately. Jungkook does just that, taking your hand to rush out, coworkers outside already having evacuated the immediate area.

"Jungkook?" You wonder, and he instantly turns to check up on you, remembering that he did not give you appropriate positive reinforcement either due to the sudden tension of the situation. It's then that you hold out your hand, drop of blood running down from it. "…can I have a plaster maybe?" You ask meekly, and he instantly holds your hand to take a look at the injury.

"How'd that happen pup-.." He somewhat swallows the petname down, hissing a bit at the nasty wound. "Can you move your fingers?" He asks, and you nod, curling them each to show it to him.

"I didn't cut myself- I think my hand got caught on something maybe when I searched the kitchen.." You mumble, ears lowered and tail between your legs.

"Does it hurt?" He asks, well aware that it has to- skin already red and bruised around the cut skin. You shake your head, but once look at him makes your eyes tear up and bottom lip tremble.

Well, down the line, you're also just a living being with thoughts and feelings, and this is also a side that he's come to know about you. The more.. private one, the one that's usually only presented when you're not on duty.

"Alright come on, then, let's wrap something around that for now, okay?" He soothes, smiling softly as he leads you back to the car.

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Considering how fearless you are in the eye of danger, running after any criminal no matter what without any hesitation, Jungkook can't help but laugh a little as you sniffle into his chest, hiding in his sweater now while your wound is getting stitched in the emergency room. You're quietly whimpering while he runs a hand over your back, nurse smiling amused at the whole scene. "Almost done." He soothes, watching how the nurse finishes up the last few stitches before she cleans it again, and wraps it up.

"Alright, there we go!" The nurse says. "Looks like she's gonna get some time off." She smiles, unable to hide her motherly instincts as you look at her with tearful eyes now, pulling your hand towards you now as if to hide it. "It should be fine in a few days, but since it's in a spot that has a lot of movement, I'd say at least for the rest of the week she shouldn't move it too much." She tells Jungkook, who nods.

Back home, and with the knowledge that you'll truly have time off for an entire week, the actual challenges begin. You're not supposed to move your hand, and you know that- but that doesn't mean you won't try and still use it anyways. You're currently climbing on the kitchen counter, attempting to raid the upper cabinet where Jungkook keeps your favorite snacks- but he's quick in his reflexes, tugging you back and putting you down onto the floor again with your feet.

He can't even really be mad at you.

You're not used to being 'home' like this. You don't know the rules, or general manners- that's something you've not been taught, because as a police hybrid, it's not necessary. One of the main reasons why most hybrids in jobs like yours never get to live in a normal home after they get too old or injured to continue their service.

Most stay at special housings, group homes. Jungkook already dreads the day you'll surely have to live in one as well.

"You're not mute. You can ask if you want something." He chuckles, before he's caught off guard when you hug him. Wordlessly so.

You don't talk much, and if you do, mostly only with him. It's always been like that- unfamiliar people make you anxious and quiet you down.

But right now, you're quiet with him too. He can sense there's something you want to ask- but you don't. You just nod, and apologize quietly, before you leave the kitchen to go into your room- leaving the door ajar however. He slowly walks towards it, knocks on it to ask for entrance- and your ears turn towards him at that. "Can I come in?" He wonders, and you nod.

Jungkook isn't in your room very often. He wants to give you as much privacy as he can, treats you like a person and not just a pet or animal. He also wants to keep things professional and has to keep you at a distance at all times, too. It's a tough challenge.

"You seem to have something on your mind." He says, sitting down next to you on the bed, and you just shrug, pulling up your legs to hug them. "Wanna talk about it?" Jungkook asks, and you shake your head.

He respects that. Sometimes, there's just things you want to keep to yourself- just like himself.

"Jungkook?" You ask suddenly, quietly, and he instantly turns towards you to make sure you know you've got his attention. "Why.. didn't you tell me you'll leave soon?" You ask, and his heart drops.

"I don't even know that yet." He tries to justify, but it's clear that it doesn't help.

"But you're pretty sure." You scold him. "I overheard you talking to Taehyung.. you wanna get rid of me before you'll quit." You huff, and he shakes his head at that.

"That's not true." He denies. "I'm not getting rid of you. I just don't want you to end up alone." He sighs.

"..am I not alone already?" You mumble almost incoherently- but he hears it. "I wanna sleep now." You tell him before he can ask you what you mean-

And your statement is a clear way to tell him that you wouldn't even answer him if he asked anyway.

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It's just patrol. Nothing big.

And yet, the silence inside the car is suffocating him.

You're normally always pretty quiet- but you do chat around whenever there's nothing much going on, or if you're on simple patrol duty like today. However, ever since that moment a few days ago in your room, you've been distant- trying to detach yourself from him, it feels like.

He's never noticed just how close you've gotten until now that you've pulled yourselves apart from one another.

"Man, he's speeding." Jungkook mumbles from the driver's seat, while you perk up just to look up front to see what he's seeing.

The guy is in fact speeding, even if it's not too much. But what's more obvious is the swaying- he's missing a taillight already, and the car clearly has issues staying properly on the road. And when he runs over a stop-sign, Jungkook sighs, and turns on his lights to signal the driver to pull over- and the car does so, almost slamming into a street sign as it clumsily parks at the side of the road.

"I'll be right back." He says, before he steps out, leaving you in the trunk area that's cut off from the backseats by metal bars to keep you safe from people he potentially needs to transport. "Stay alert." Is the last thing he says, before he walks towards the car for a routine check.

Probably a drunk driver. Maybe drugs involved- you'll most likely be taken out for a search in a few minutes, and then you'll clock out an hour later.

But then you hear commotion- Jungkook shouting, and you instantly go into high alert, looking through the metal bars to see him arguing with a tall man who's clearly agitated about something. And then, everything happens so fast that you can't even process it quick enough.

A shot, clear as day, Jungkook running towards the car, opening the trunk where you're in, before he barks out for you to get him- the man running off into a field that you instantly follow after.

You can't really think much about what might've happened where the cars are still parked. You've got tunnel vision, legs keeping you running as fast as you can as you chase the man through the field, trying hard not to lose sight of him.

Unaware that the man is still armed.

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"Did she get him?" Jungkook asks in the hospital, as Seokjin arrives to pick him up. The shot had grazed his body mods and made him lose balance and feeling in his legs and hands- so it had to be fixed in a minor surgery, leaving him mostly unconscious for the past two days.

"Yeah- he was arrested, is awaiting trial. Was terribly wasted and on meth." He offers dryly, causing Jungkook to become suspicious.

"Did.. she sleep at the station while I was gone?" He asks, but he doesn't get an answer until he pulls his coworkers shoulder to make him face him. "Where is she?" He asks, and Seokjin sighs.

"Just focus on healing right now, kook-" He starts, but Jungkook shakes his head, face angry.

"I'm perfectly fine, now answer me." He demands. "Where is she?"

"She got hurt." Seokjin admits. "She's.. in hospital right now, but she'll be fine."

"What happened?" He urges once again. "Seokjin, what fucking happened?" He asks, but the officer refuses to answer, not until Jungkook speaks up again in the car later, on the way to his house. "How bad?" He lowly questions.

"They're not sure." Jin finally comes clean. "If you want, you can see her once she's allowed to have visitors. I can offer you to review the body cam footage too, just to.. prepare yourself." He sighs.

"I should've never let her out." Jungkook runs a hand over his face. "I should've waited for backup-"

"There's no use in that now." Jin offers. "Things happen. It was a stressful situation, you couldn't have known. Things quite literally happened in the span of minutes." He reassures him. "And she did the same. She thought about getting the job done, and she did." He says.

"..so she did catch him?" Jungkook asks.

"Absolutely. Held him down.. well, despite her situation." Jin nods almost proudly. "Jungkook." He takes a deep breath, sighs as he parks in front of the younger man's house. "She.. might not return into service. "

Jungkook doesn't move, eyes becoming distant. He's not sure how bad it must be- but he can assume it by this sentence alone. If you're not returning to service, that the damage done must've been severe.

"Keep your head up, robo-cop." Seokjin pats Jungkook's back- not too much, since he's still recovering. "She's a tough cookie. She'll make it." He tries to reassure.

And Jungkook nods-

hoping he's gonna be right about that.

The Mockingbirds song |KTH ~ Teaser/Intro|

Pairing: Hybrid!Taehyung x Hybrid!F!Reader

Summary: You had fled from your old home, your old owner, your old life in hopes you’ll find a better one. You ran as far as you could, as much as you could, until you couldn’t. Left for dead, you have no hopes you’ll make it to see the light of the morning.

Genre: fluff, angst…

Teaser warnings: slight smut (I’m sorry if it’s weird, I’m new to smut writing), blowjob.

Word count: 1.3k

Released on September 16, 2023. Read it here

You hesitantly open your master's door, being enveloped by the smell of musk and cigars as soon as the door is cracked. You fight the urge to wince, stepping in and closing the door behind you, standing in front of it with your head down, hands intertwined behind you. “Come here, Y/n.” You slowly make your way to your master’s bed, standing by him, eyes focused solely on the carpet under your feet.

“You called, Master?” You ask, light and soft, just like he’d taught you. “I did. I have friends coming over today, and I expect you to assist them.” You purse your lips and nod, earning a coo from your master. “Good girl.” You watch the blanket shift on the bed before his feet appear by your own. You feel his fingers slide under your chin, grasping it and tilting your head to look at him.

“There. Now I can see your pretty face.” You hold eye contact, fighting the urge to cower under his intense gaze. “My friends will be here soon, go get ready. Be downstairs in 15 minutes, no sooner, no later, got it?” His grip tightens on your chin, keeping you from nodding. “Yes, Master.” You mumble, earning a smile from him. “Good girl.” He gently shakes your head side to side before letting you go.

— 15 minutes later —

You slowly walk down the stairs, dreading what’s to come. Your skirt barely reaches the middle of your thighs, your top hardly covers your boobs, the low v-neck showing off your cleavage. The shirts sleeves hang off your shoulder, running down to your hands, a thumb hole cut out of the side on each sleeve. You have white socks that match your shirt, they go just above your knees, and black heels that match your skirt. In your hair you have a black bow with white designs holding your hair out of your face.

You hear whoops and hollers coming from a door down further into the house, making your way down to the door. The clicks of your heels echo down the hallway, silencing the voices. You take a deep breath when you reach the door, reaching forward and twisting the knob, gently pushing open the door.

“There she is.” You hear your master speak. You shut the door behind you before standing in front of it, keeping your gaze locked on the ground, hands loosely intertwined in front of you. “Come here, Y/n.” You slowly make your way to the couch your master is sitting on, sitting down beside him. “Now, who’s going to have her first?” You wince at the yelling that immediately starts, the sounds bouncing off the walls doing wonders for your enhanced hearing.

The echoes of ‘Me!’s and ‘I want her!’s make You inwardly wince each time the words are yelled. Your master raises a hand, effectively bringing silence across the room. He doesn’t say anything, simply turns to you and harshly grabs your hair, pulling you to your knees in front of him. You whimper involuntarily, earning a harsher tug on your hair. You purse your lips, holding back any other sound that threatens to leave you.

“Good girl.” You sag slightly in relief when the hand in your hair disappears, instead trailing down your chin. He grips your chin tightly, lifting your head so you make eye contact with him. “You know what to do, Y/n.” He lets go of you, leaning back and intertwining his hands behind his head, his eyes never leaving your face.

Your gaze slowly drops down to his crotch, a slight bulge evident in his black slacks. You shakily reach out, undoing his belt slowly before moving down to unbutton and unzip his slacks. You inhale and exhale deeply before reaching into his boxers and pulling out his cock. You run a shaky hand up and down his shaft a few times before leaning forward.

You hold eye contact with your master as you run your tongue over his tip, earning a small sigh from him. You slowly sink down his length, keeping your eyes trained on your master. You sink down until your nose is snug with his groin, his pubic hairs tickling your nose. Your throat constricts around his length earning a throaty groan from your master.

He reaches a hand down, grabbing your hair and pulling you almost all the way off his length, holding you still as he thrusts up into your mouth. You gag as spit spills from the corner of your mouth, tears building up in your eyes, sliding down your cheeks. You gag harshly when he pulls you down snug against his groin, his cum sliding down your throat. Your master lets out a throaty ‘fuck’ before he finally lets you go. You cough as soon as you remove his dick from your mouth, gasping for air when you’re pulled up. “My turn.” A voice says, pulling you to another couch.

When he sits down your master speaks up, “Now, I like to give my friends privacy when they have bought time with my hybrid.” He says, getting up from his spot on the couch. He walks over to you and his ‘friend’, gesturing for the both of you to follow.

He leads you out of the door and further down the hallway, to a room he keeps locked. He pulls a key out of his pocket, and unlocks the door just as you take a deep breath.

‘It’s now or never.’ You think to yourself.

You whip around to your masters ‘friend’, kneeing him in the crotch before turning toward your master. He’s already turned toward you, reaching for your neck, gripping it harshly. You wrap your hands around his arms, struggling to gasp for air. You mentally encourage yourself before reaching to his face, desperately clawing at him, making him release you almost immediately. “Fuck!” He screeches.

You stumble, gasping for air before turning and shifting, scrambling down the hall. Your claws skid against the floor as you run to the kitchen and out the doggy door. You run straight toward the fence, mentally gathering the courage before jumping as high as you can, leaping over the fence. You land on the floor harshly, pain coursing through you as you stumble. You whip your head back at the sound of the back door opening, scrambling to stand up before making a run for the forest.

“You fucking bitch!” You only run faster at the booming voice, your paws heavy on the forest floor as you run as fast as your legs can take you. You weave through trees, turning every which way, moving deeper and deeper into the trees. You jump at the faded sound of a gunshot ringing through the air, more following suit. You make the mistake of looking back, missing the root that curves out of the ground.

You trip.

You fall.

And you roll.

Whimpers fall from you as you tumble and tumble down a hill, roots and trees hitting you, pushing you further and further down. You shift to human, desperately clawing at the ground to no avail, the steep hill seems to never end, flat ground never reaching your feet as you fall, and fall, and fall.

Then you stop.

The world stops spinning.

Your back is finally touching the ground.

The cold, hard, wet ground.

You gasp, tears cloud your vision as you attempt to turn to your side. You let out broken whines, clawing at the ground in hope of moving yourself. To where? You’re not sure. Anywhere that isn’t near that man.

You barely manage a few inches before your body gives up on you, falling limp against the ground. Your eyelids grow heavy, your head throbs, your limbs burn. You mumble something not even you can understand, finally letting your eyes glide shut.

A/n: I hope you’ll like this fic (series? Still not sure yet.) I know I have three out there right now, but I need variety, it’s hard for me to focus on the same task 😅 (in this case fic.) if anyone would like to be on a taglist for this feel free to dm me, or comment!

⚠️BEAR WITH ME FOR THE GENRE ADD-ONS⚠️

The Mockingbirds Song |Chapter 1|

Pairing: Hybrid!Taehyung x Hybrid!F!Reader

Chapter warnings: nothing really :)

Summary: You had fled from your old home, your old owner, your old life in hopes you’ll find a better one. You ran as far as you could, as much as you could, until you couldn’t. Left for dead, you have no hopes you’ll make it to see the light of the morning.

Genre: angst, fluff…

Word count: 1k

Hybrid types: Reader: Omega!Red wolf, Namjoon: Alpha!Eurasian wolf, Yoongi: Omega!Alaskan Tundra wolf,Hoseok: Alpha!Steppe wolf Jin: Beta!Great Plains wolf, Jimin: Omega!Northwestern wolf Jungkook: Beta!Arctic wolf, Taehyung: Alpha!Alexander archipelago wolf

A/n: I’m really excited to start this series, like I have a feeling it’s actually going to be a good series 😁

I recommend reading the teaser first, as it is more so a intro to the story than it is a teaser!

Credit to @cafekitsune for the dividers!

Next - Masterlist

You whimper, your body feels so stiff. You hear muffled voices, yet you can’t bring yourself to open your eyes. Your mind is running a mile a minute, screaming at you to Get up! but you can’t find it in you to. You attempt to shift onto your side—wait, your side? You didn’t black out on your back. You jolt upright, wincing at the pain that courses through you. Your gaze lands on seven bodies all watching you intently.

You whimper, backing up against the couch. “Hey hey hey, no no we’re not gonna hurt you. We’re hybrids too.” At the man’s words your gaze flickers to the tops of all their heads. They are. “We found you in the woods..well I should say Taehyung found you and brought you back here.” You look at the man that’s gestured too. He’s watching you closely, brows furrowed with a small pout tugging at his lips.

“T-thank you for taking me here but…why did you?” You ask, your voice a bit hoarse from disuse. “Well you didn’t look very good, your neck had slight bruising on it, and your body just..” The man, now known as Taehyung, trails off, his concerned eyes never once leaving your form. “What were you doing out in the woods?” Another voice speaks up. You turn your head to the source, finding cold eyes boring into yours.

You swallow nervously, gaze lowering to your lap to avoid the man’s. “I-I ran away..” You mumble, playing with your fingers. “From what?” The man asks again. You consider not responding, frowning as you mull over what to do. “You don’t have to say anything. The important thing is you're safe now.” Another man speaks up, reaching out and putting a reassuring hand on yours.

You flinch, a small, barely there flinch yet the man quickly takes his hand back. “Sorry..” You mumble, relaxing back into the couch as best as you can. “No no, don’t apologize.” You look up to see a frown on the man’s face. You quickly look back down, fiddling with your hands. You bring your tail into your lap, gently combing your fingers through it as you press your ears to your head, a form of comfort for you.

“What kind of hybrid are you?” One of the men speaks up, earning a smack from another. “Kook!” One of the men whisper harshly. “I-I’m a red wolf..” You mumble, keeping your eyes firmly planted on your fingers working out the small tangles in your tail. You hear a small gasp from someone, “Like the really rare one?” You nod, nibbling on your bottom lip. “Coolio!” One of them say, jumping up from the floor making you look up.

“I’m an arctic wolf.” The man says, sitting by you on the couch with a wide smile. You look up at him, giving him a small smile in return. You haven’t met another wolf in years. “I’m Jungkook.” He says, extending a hand in your direction. You take it hesitantly, giving it a weak shake before letting go. He starts to point at the men on the floor, “That’s Jimin, that’s Jin, that’s Namjoon, that’s Yoongi, that’s Hobi, and that’s Taehyung.” You follow Jungkook’s finger over all the men, doing your best to match the names with faces in your head.

They all give you a small, little awkward wave with a small smile. You give them all a smile, “Thank you all for helping me, but how do I get out of here?” You ask, regretting your question when you see some of their faces fall ever so slightly, the sour change in their scents becoming more and more prominent. “I, uhm, can show you.” One of the men, Jin says as he gets up. You nod, standing up from the couch.

You wince, struggling to keep your balance when one of the men, Taehyung, reaches out, steadying you. “I don’t think you should go yet. You can hardly stand.” Taehyung says, holding you gently by your forearms. Your legs wobble and you wince as you move to take a step. “I-I’m fine.” You mumble, attempting to move closer to Jin. Taehyung hesitantly lets you go, hovering nearby.

You move to take another step and lose your balance, pinching your eyes shut as you wait to make contact with the ground. You open your eyes when you don’t, feeling yourself being pressed against a chest before you’re moved back to the couch. “Yeah, sorry but you're not leaving. At Least not until you can walk properly again.” Taehyung says, sitting on the floor in front of you.

You nod, looking down at your lap. “Are you hungry?” You look up at the voice, about to deny when your stomach betrays you. You look away, flustered, as the man laughs. “I’ll take that as a yes.” The man says before walking away. “What happened to you? I know you said you’d run away but..” Taehyung asks, his concerned eyes foaming over your form.

“I uh..I fell.” You mumble. It isn’t a complete lie, but it’s not the full truth either. “And your neck?” Taehyung asks, his eyes flitting down to your bruised skin. You press your ears to your head, combing your fingers through your tail. “I um…it was the fall?” You mumble, nervously looking up at Taehyung. He frowns, eyeing your neck. “Weird. They look like hand prints.” He mumbles, pursing his lips. You avert your eyes to your tail laying in your lap, pursing your lips as tears cloud your vision.

“Did you..did you have an abusive owner?” Taehyung mumbles, tilting his head to try and catch your gaze. You bite back a sob, a single tear slipping down your cheek. “Hey hey hey..it’s okay. They can’t reach you now.” Taehyung mumbles, his brows furrowing. At this the sob escapes you, making you curl in on yourself. You miss the concerned glances the men in front of you exchange, all of them eyeing your shaking figure worriedly.

“Is she okay? I heard a sob.” The man who’d previously left the room returns, a frying pan in hand as he eyes everyone. Taehyung sighs, sparing you one last glance before standing up and leading the man out of the room.

Next - Masterlist

A/n: I’m sorry it’s a short chapter, but I made like a mini drabble type of chapter with Tae talking to Jin in the kitchen.

If anyone would like to be on a taglist for this series please let me know!

Imagine being a biological child of both Magnus Bane and Alec lightwood. It could be from cloning or magic. Being a warlock and shadowhunter hybrid.

Rire x reader

Disclaimer: Rire is not mine he belongs to @darqx

Your a bunny hybrid (based off my OC) for reference a bunny Im using is a Holland Flop.

There is some suggestive stuff but nothing crazy. Gender is not specified.

I sit on the couch chewing on some asparagus while watching my favorite movies. I had my loose pair of pajama pants on. I didn't have a shirt on (just a bra on) because I couldn't be bothered to put one on. Besides only Rire lives here, speaking of Rire where is he? I don't have time to wonder when he suddenly appears behind me. "Thinking of me little bunny?" He says lowly in my ear causing me to shudder. I blush and nod I could practically feel his grin. He brings his hand to pet my ears causing me to jump a bit and let out little sounds. "So sensitive" he mocks me, I close my eyes a whimper threatens to leave my throat. "R-Rire..." I mumble, a tentacle slowly explored my body, groping me everywhere. The tentacle decides to just grope my (clothed/bare) chest causing me to let out a moan. I slowly open my teary doe eyes to see Rire in front of me. He towers over me and is grinning, showing off his sharp teeth. A tentacle grabs my arms and pulls them over my head so I can't move them. Another slowly traces over my body to grip my chin. He moves closer to where he is between my thighs. He kneels down and moves his face closer to my heat. He slowly brings his hand to the waistband of my pants and drags them down. One hand plays with my soft cotton ball tail and the other pulls down my underwear. I put my legs over his shoulders and he leans his face closer like he's about to go down on me.

I suddenly jerk awake and groan in disappointment. I rub my thighs together and see that im turned on. "Fuck..." I grumble, I grab the TV remote and turn off the TV. Rire probably had something to do with that damn bastard.

⨽ title: a messy surprise

⨽ summary: you just wanted to surprise him with something sweet, which you do but there’s a bit of a mess included 

⨽ pairing: jimin x hybrid!reader

⨽ genre: fluff

⨽ warnings: none that i can think of

⨽ word count: 698

⨽ a/n: idk what kind of hybrid y/n is, you can decide one that lol. 

"Uh-oh," you said as you looked around the kitchen. You knew Jimin wasn't going to be very happy once he saw the mess you created in the kitchen.

It couldn't be that bad, right?

Well, to begin, the sink was full of dishes. There was flour all over the counter and floor, eggshells and cracked eggs, spilt cake batter, mixing bowls and utensils, all over the kitchen.

You didn't know that baking would cause such a mess.

You only wanted to bake cupcakes to surprise Jimin. To also show him that you were learning something in your classes.

Jimin decided to send you to a baking classing when he saw you gained interest in it. You were always a show about baking. You'd often call him to come and see what the person on the TV made.

"Look, Jimin, the cake looks so good. One day, I'll make one like that but even better!" you'd say.

When Jimin would be making the two of you breakfast or dinner, you'd often point out the things you'd see in the baking videos.

"Look, Jimin, there's flour, just like in the video! There's a mixer too, but yours looks better,"  you'd say.

You looked at your flour-covered self with a frown. When you'd bake during your class, you'd never make a big mess. So why is there such a mess now?

"y/n! I'm home~" Jimin's voice filled your ears, and instead of excitedly running to him, you stood there and whimpered.

"y/n?" You knew he was coming towards the kitchen as his scent grew stronger.

You hung your head low, with your tail in your hands. Afraid of what Jimin’s reaction would be one he stepped foot into the kitchen. 

"y/n- Woah..." Jimin walked into the kitchen to see you standing with your head hung low, surrounded by a mess.

"y/n, what happened?" he asked, and you let out a cry. "I'm sorry, Jimin, I didn't mean to make such a mess. I was just trying to surprise you by making cupcakes, but I just made a mess," you cried.

You expected Jimin to shout, but he let out a laugh instead. "Come here y/n," he said, chuckling. You shuffled towards him, with your still hung low. "Look at me, princess."

You slowly lifted your head to see Jimin looking at you with a smile on his face. He placed his hands on your cheeks wiped your tears.

"I'm not angry with y/n. You did surprise me, though," Jimin, and you cocked your head to the side.

He wasn't angry with you? 

"We can always clean it up y/n, sure it's a big mess, but it's nothing we can't clean. Okay?" Jimin said, and you nodded. He let out another laugh as he ruffled your hair, being careful of your ears.

"Are your cupcakes ready? I would like to give them a try," he said, and you nodded. You made your way to the oven, eager to give Jimin a cupcake. "Your oven gloves, princess," Jimin said, and you nodded before grabbing the oven gloves and slipping them on.

Jimin watched as your smile grew when you saw the cupcakes. He was happy you found something you enjoyed doing. Even if that something made a mess in his kitchen, he didn't mind. As long as it made you happy, he was okay with it.

"Jimin here, try it," you said, handing him a cupcake. "Are you not going to decorate it first?" he asked, taking the cupcake from your hand, and you shook your head. "I'll decorate them after you try one. To see if the rest are good enough to get decorated," you said, and Jimin nodded before taking a bite.

He looked at you with wide eyes. "y/n," he said, and you looked at him worried. "It's delicious," he said, taking another bite.

"Really?" you said, and Jimin nodded. "I'll help you decorate them. Why don't we take them to Taehyung? I'm sure he'll enjoy these too," he said, and you nodded. "I'll make them extra pretty!" you said, causing Jimin to let out a chuckle.

"Okay, but first, let's clean this mess up."

uh yea idk. i swear i get the urge to write at weirdest hours. i wrote this at one a.m. 

CURIOSITY

⨽ summary: in which they stumble across a curious hybrid, while exploring an abandoned house.

⨽ pairing: poly!vminkook x reader (more of taehyung x reader ft. jikook)

⨽ genre: fluff (idk)

⨽ warnings: mentions of dead, decaying bodies but nothing too graphic.

⨽ word count: 1529

⨽ a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts, and i wasn’t sure if i should too post it or not, but in the spirit of spooky season (even though i’m late) i decided to post it. i actually had no intention writing this to be fit for spooky season.

"Whose terrible idea was this again?" Jimin asked as he stared at the abandoned house through the car window. "Your boyfriend's," Taehyung responded, causing Jungkook to scoff. "I'm your boyfriend, just as much as I am his."

"Now come on, there's nothing to be scared of. It's not like ghosts exist," Jungkook said, opening the car door and stepping out.

Taehyung looked at Jimin, who let out a sigh. "Let's just go. He did win fair and square," Jimin said before stepping out as well.

The three of them stood in front of the large house. "Why couldn't you just pick out something smaller?" Jimin asked, and Jungkook shrugged. "It just wouldn't be as fun," he said as he began to walk.

Taehyung grabbed Jimin by his hand and followed after their now excited boyfriend.

"Hopefully, the door isn't locked," Jungkook said before placing his hand on the doorknob and giving it a slight twist. There was a click, and the large door opened with a loud creak.

"Yes!" Jungkook exclaimed. "Let's go, hyung!"

Jimin and Taehyung followed behind him with their phones in their hands, flashlights on.

"Woah, this place is huge," Taehyung whispered, and Jimin groaned. "I know! That's what makes it even scarier."

Jungkook was way ahead of them, looking around the dark and dirty house in awe. "How could someone abandon this place?" he asked himself.

"Jungkook, baby, please slow down," Jimin said, and Jungkook whined. "Come on, hyung, we have so much to explore. What if we find something cool? Like a safe full of money? Or-"

"This isn't a movie, Jungkook," Jimin said. "Hyung, use your imagination," he said before walking up the stairs.

"We need to be careful on these stairs. What if the floorboard collapses or something?" Jimin said, fear evident in his voice.

"Hyung, if you keep thinking about these things, you'll continue to feel scared. As you said, it's not a movie after all." Jungkook said, quickly making his way to the top of the staircase. "Kook's right, loosen up a bit, babe," Taehyung said, giving his boyfriend a reassuring smile.

He nodded his head, following behind Jungkook.

Taehyung stood in front of a door at the beginning of the hallway. "Let's start here, then go down," he suggests to his boyfriends, who were already making their way down the dark corridor.

"Okay!"

The three of them explored each room, surprised to see that some were still fully furnished. "This one looks oddly clean. It's as if someone is cleaning it every now and then," Taehyung said, noticing how it wasn't as dusty as the other rooms.

"What if someone is?" Jungkook said, causing Jimin to frown. "Please don't say things like that," he whined, and Taehyung chuckled, ruffling his hair.

The three of them left the room and continued to walk further down the hallway, completely unaware of the curious eyes silently following behind them.

They soon reached the end of the corridor. The boys found themselves standing in front of a large door.

"That's my owner's room."

The three boys froze. "I know I did not just hear someone other than us speak," Jimin whispered.

"Please don't knock on the door. You're going to wake them up," the voice said again, and Jimin yelled and wrapped his arms around Jungkook.

The voice let out a shriek as well, hiding behind Taehyung. "Stop it, stop it, please," it whimpered, and Taehyung slowly looked down, shining his phone's flashlight onto the thing that was gripping so tightly on his leg.

The owner of the voice they heard was sitting next to his foot, eyes closed tightly. "Please don't make a noise! You're going to wake them up," it whispered.

"Tae, what is it?" Jungkook asked as Jimin peeked over his shoulder. "It's a hybrid," he whispered, crouching down towards the hybrid, who had one hand against one of its ears.

"Hey, it's okay, he's no more screaming," he whispered, and the hybrid slowly opened its eyes. "I'm sorry for scaring you. I didn't mean to scare you. I was just curious. It's been a while since anyone came to the house," she said.

"My name is y/n. I'm a female panther hybrid," she said, and Taehyung smiled. "What are you doing in this house? We thought this place was abandoned," he whispered, and y/n looked at him, tilty her head to the side. "What does abandoned mean?" you ask.

Taehyung tries his best to explain while Jimin and Jungkook watch as their boyfriend speak to the hybrid.

"But my owner's have always been in their room," she said. "When he," she pointed at Jimin. "When he began screaming, I was scared he'd wake them up. They hate it when someone wakes them up. I didn't want them to beat him," she said, and Jimin frowned.

"Did they beat you?" Jimin asked, slowly moving from behind Jimin. The small panther hybrid nodded her head. "They only did when I'd wake them up or do something wrong," she responded. "But they haven't come out of their room for a long time," she whispered.

"Can we check inside? I promise we'll tell your owner's it was my idea," he said, and you nodded.

Jimin and Jungkook watched as Taehyung protectively pushed you behind him as he placed his door on the handle. They couldn't help but smile at the scene. Even though they had met less than 10 minutes ago, Taehyung felt the need to protect the poor hybrid.

The minute he opened the door, they were greeted with a foul smell. The two you scrunched your noses. "Why does it smell like something died in here?" Jimin asked. "That's because something did," Taehyung said, staring at the bed where two bodies were evidently rotting.

"Why do they look like that?" y/n asked, looking up at Taehyung. "They've been asleep for too long," is all he responds with, and y/n nodded, looking back at what used to be her owners.

Taehyung walked out of the house, holding a bag with a few things they took from the y/n's room. Y/n silently walked behind Taehyung and the two boys who walked beside him. She didn't know what was happening, but all she knew was she'd never have to deal with her owners again.

"Jungkook, can you sit in the front with Jimin?" he asked, placing her bag in the trunk of the car. "I wanna sit at the back with y/n," he finished, sneaking a glance at the hybrid who stood there, staring at the old house.

"You've taken a liking to the hybrid," Jimin commented, and Taehyung shrugged his shoulders. "I guess I have," he responded.

The ride back to their house was mostly silent. You stared out of the window, admiring the tall buildings you drove past. Taehyung silently watched as your tail slowly swayed left and right, and the way your ears perked up when you saw something interesting. The fur on your ears and tail were the same colour as your long hair. Your green eyes seemed to sparkle as the sun gently shined on your face.

You were beautiful. "How old are you y/n?" Jimin asked, breaking the silence. "22, I was born in 1999," you responded, looking at Jimin, whose eyes were focused on the road.

"You're two years younger than Kookie," Jimin said. "She doesn't look 22 years old, though," Jungkook said, sneaking a glance at her through the review mirror. "She's so small. She looks like a high schooler," he said.

"When were you adopted?" Taehyung asked. "I was 16 when they adopted me," you responded, and Taehyung hummed in response.

"You don't seem to know much, or at least the things a 22-year-old hybrid know. How come?" Jimin asked, and you played with your hands. "They never really taught us anything at the shelter I stayed at before I was adopted. We were told to figure things out ourselves."

"Who would've known we'd find a panther hybrid in there," Jungkook began. "Yet alone, find dead bodies! I've only seen such things in movies. Wait, but how come no officials have ever bothered to check out the house?" he continued. "Shouldn't we report it to someone?"

"I think we should. We wouldn't want anyone else to see what we saw," Jimin responded with a shiver.

"Excuse me, sir," y/n said, gently tapping on Taehyung's shoulder. "You can just call me Taehyung," he interjected. Before letting y/n speak.

"Do all dead bodies look like that?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. It seemed she did that whenever she asked a question.

"No, they don't, at least not when the person has just passed. But I believe they eventually look like that," he responded, and you nodded.

"Mr Taehyung," she said, and Taehyung shook his head. "Just Taehyung is fine," he told her. "Taehyung, why were you at the house? No one has come to visit it in a while," you asked. Taehyung let out a chuckle. "Well, aren't you a curious little hybrid," he said.

"How about this. I'll answer your questions once we get home, but only if you'll answer mine."