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Dance to this: Part 3

(Hybrid! Namjoon x Hybrid! Seokjin x Blind! Reader) (Service Hybrid au) (Social media au)

Summary: The 3 words are there, even if Namjoon can’t say them aloud. “I love you Seokjin, I love you Y/n” maybe he’ll be able to say them one day, but not yet. Not until he knows if you both love him back.

W/C: 11.5k

Tags: Polyamory, Mentions of hybrid mistreatment, brief allusions to some form of self-harm, lots of hurt/comfort.

Song Rec: Ariana Grande - Goodnight and go

A/n: I’m so happy to finally finish this series, regardless of the ending this is definitely the last part! I hope you enjoy the conclusion, and this story will always hold a special place in my heart. ❤️ 💌 Happy Valentines Day Loves 💌 ❤️

TRYING SOMETHING NEW: PARTS 1 AND 2 ARE LINKED IN THE COMMENTS BELOW 

Before

- “It’s nothing- don’t worry about it- I’m not-” he reverses his direction, going for his shoes and his jacket, his anxiety is screaming at him- yelling at him to get away away away from the threat.

- The threat is this: your sad imploring expression trying to pay for Namjoon’s secrets, the ones he doesn’t share- not ever, and Seokjin’s wide eyes that are wanting to pry his chest open and have his secrets laid out on the floor of your kitchen.

- “Namjoon if you’re hurt you need to tell me-”

- “I don’t need to tell you anything!” the hybrid yells, you and Seokjin freeze. You’d never heard him yell before and suddenly Namjoon can’t breathe, the air too cloying and pressing on his chest.

- He takes his shoes with shaking hands and slams the door so hard that the ceramic pots he’d gotten by the door rattle, not even bothering to put them on before he leaves. Namjoon toes them on at the top of the steps and by the bottom, he’s running.

- Seokjin holds the pan of frying onions in his hands staring wide-eyed in the direction of the hybrid that’s just disappeared. “What the fuck?”

- You start to sniff in the doorway, and Seokjin drops the pan with a clatter in a when he realizes you’re crying, his hands and arms crush you to his chest, your tears soak into his apron. “Honey” his voice is soft and as sweet as the pet name he uses with you.  “What’s wrong? What happened? What made Joonie so upset?”

- Seokjin rubs the tears away from your eyes as you swallow back a lump in your throat. “I fell against him and I felt something under his shirt- they where Scars Seokjin.”

Now

- “ I didn’t know he’d react that way- I just” Seokjin casts a pained look in the direction of the door and the hybrid that’s just disappeared. His hand falling on your head as you fold yourself into him. Fingers carding through your hair nails rubbing blunt against your scalp.

- “You’re both so stubborn Jesus Christ,” he says, more thinking about what to do than anything, running a comforting hand down your back. For a moment the urge to run after Namjoon runs in him so strongly Seokjin thinks he will, but then you tilt you nuzzle your head into his chest again and the feeling, the almost violent urge to find Namjoon deflates in his chest.

- “Do you think he’ll come back?” you ask, sucking on your lower lip, “Of course he will!” Seokjin says “he just needs some time to cool off- he’ll be back any minute now” but even he’s not sure. but as the hour’s drag on you can’t go back to work instead you sit in the corner of the kitchen out of sight of Seokjin’s camera while he finishes making the dish- chicken kachori- for his YouTube channel.

- Later all of his followers will comment that his mood in the second half seemed reserved, ask what’s wrong, and get no response from Seokjin. Leading them to speculate on what happened. He covers the dish, and immediately you spring up, Seokjin helps you put on your coat- ever the gentleman and the two of you head out into the afternoon light wordlessly.

- You and Seokjin walk through the empty streets calling Namjoon’s name down every alleyway and thoroughly searching the park where you first found him. Seokjin lets go of you sometimes to peer over the tops of fences for the hybrid to no avail.

- Dread creeps up in both of your stomachs when you start to consider the idea that Namjoon might not be coming back.  

- It gets later and later into the night, the sun sets, You get more and more worried, by the time you’re walking back to your loft, you’re definitely weepy, curling and hiding your face into his side as he shakes and casts a panicked glance down every ally way, even though they’ve already searched all of the ones near their house and even gone back to the park where the first found Namjoon. You’re almost back at the loft- turning onto your street and it seems utterly hopeless.

- “What if he doesn’t come back Jin- what if I- I pushed him so far that I pushed him away” you utter through your hiccupping sobs, “We can’t think like that baby- he can’t- he’s gotta be okay-he’s-”

- Seokjin stops just before the door to your apartment, almost falling over.

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