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To Build A Home (Part Four)

Part four: Checkmate

Pairing: Ot7 x 9 tailed fox Hybrid! Reader

Fox Hybrid! Jin, Human! Namjoon, Human! Yoongi, Wolf Hybrid! Hoseok, Cat Hybrid! Jimin, Wolf Hybrid! Taehyung, Fox Hybrid! Jungkook

Genre: Hybrid AU || Fluff || Angst || Smut/ implied smut || Strangers to lovers AU || Best friends to lovers AU

Summary: If Taehyung had ever thought about kissing you, that was a secret he would lock in the dark corners of his mind. If he ever knew the two of you would actually kiss he may just self implode.

Word count: 10.4k

Tags/ warnings: swearing, mild angst, fluff, in love taehyung, jimin is still a piece of shit but he'll figure it all out, m/c girl bosses and gaslights for a second, m/c's mind is a mess so don't mind them

Notes: i keep making jimin mean and now i can't turn back :'( he gets better later on i promise.

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Well shit, he’d been caught.

Jimin watches Taehyung lean against the door frame with his arms crossed, angry frown pulling at his lips as he watches Jimin across the open planned room.

Taehyung knows it’s hypocritical to get mad, he had similar plans to take from you just over a month ago when you first brought him home, and he’ll forever carry the guilt of his thoughts from back then. He knows your reason for bringing him home were your own selfish wishes to stay free, and back then he didn’t like the idea of being used. He’d rather spend the rest of his life in a facility than be tied down to two people that he didn’t know, who needed him to help solve their own messed up problems. Now he thinks you may have just been equal parts lonely as you were, and still are desperate.

These days you were glued to him by the hip, always wanting someone to come with you even for the easiest of tasks. You wanted to get changed? ‘TaeTae come upstairs with me’. You were hungry? ‘TaeTae come to the kitchen with me’. You wanted to check your vegetables in the garden? ‘TaeTae the weather is nice let’s go outside’. You just needed someone you could give your undivided attention to all hours of the day. And lucky for you he was willing to fill in that role. (He would never admit that to you, knowing you would tease him about it for the rest of your lives)

He knew you had Jin, who would always be your number one, but the fox was working his ass off to keep the two of you alive (now three), so he wasn’t home as often as he would have liked to be. The wolf wonders how you ever survived this long by yourself all day. You seemed to thrive from the silent comfort of knowing that someone else was in the room with you. Neither of you had to talk, the quiet comforting enough for you.

If Taehyung was as petty as he had been months ago, he would say at least you had things to keep you entertained unlike he had living in the facility. The endless number of books you had and tv shows on demand enough to keep you busy for years. However, he’d come to realise recently that no amount of material possession can fill in the gap of loneliness like another person can. He hopes that your gap was Taehyung shaped, with two shaggy wolf ears and a bushy tail.

Because although over a month ago he was making plans for his great escape, collecting an abundance of clothes, food, and sellable items around your house, he now had no plans to leave. A certain nine tailed fox with the prettiest smile had captured his heart. Even if you were to never return Taehyung’s feelings, he thinks he’s fine with that, just spending the rest of his days by your side, watching you grow is enough for him. Obviously, he would leave if you ever thought he was useless, but with your current conundrum, he knows he has at least a few more years with you before you would get rid of him.

Jimin opens his mouth, he wasn’t sure what he would say, a jumble of words clogging up his throat as he just stares at Taehyung. He felt like projectile vomiting hundreds of excuses; he was embarrassed, scared, guilty and annoyed all at once, an ugly soup of emotions that he wasn’t all that fond of but found himself feeling all too often these days.

The cat hybrid’s heart raced, fingers shaking as he takes a deep breath. He was sure that he was quiet enough to not wake anyone up and he sure as hell waited long enough for the three of to be asleep. Maybe this was karma. Maybe his ill thoughts were coming back to bite him in the ass. You didn’t deserve this. Jimin knew you didn’t deserve this, you’d kindly offered him a place to stay, gave him three meals today and you seemed genuinely happy to help him out. No bad intentions hidden behind your sparkling eyes that held all the warmth someone like him could only wish were directed at them. However, the love behind your eyes was directed at the shaggy grey wolf and your fox friend that clearly both looked at you with heart eyes, but you were too stupid to notice.

Was he jealous? Of course not. Did he wish that he were in the wolf’s place? That was debatable. Did he think you deserved a better life than him? Certainly not. He just couldn’t comprehend how you, an experiment gone wrong had bagged a better life than anything he could have imagined having over the last few years living on the streets.

Taehyung’s eyes trail down to Jimin’s lumpy pockets, stuffed to the brim with small trinkets, a ring still nestled on the cat’s finger. His eyes trail over to the shelving that looked a lot barer than they had been that evening before he’d gone to bed.

Jimin uses this as an opportunity to run, his hands clasp his pockets, hoping that nothing falls out of them as he sprints towards the back door. He can hear Taehyung’s clothes rustling as the wolf stalks towards Jimin who now tries to yank the door open. His hands push down on the door handle, pushing and pulling.

It was locked.

Stumbling back, the cat’s eyes scan over the kitchen table where he watched you place the keys earlier. He’d been planning this since you let him into your home this morning, his plan shouldn’t have failed this quickly! He thought at worst he would get out the gate before someone came after him, and even then, he was pretty fast at running so he was sure he would get away.

Too busy freaking out about the locked door, Jimin yelps when he feels Taehyung grab the back of his shirt, pulling him away from the door. A few things fall out Jimin’s pockets, loud clank resonating throughout the halls of the house. Using the adrenaline pumping through his body, he shoves Taehyung hard enough the wolf falls back into the kitchen table. Taehyung groans, anger practically radiating off of him as he takes a moment to recollect himself. Hip throbbing from the impact of hitting the table. Conscious that you and Jin may be sleeping, Taehyung refrains from shouting at Jimin. Who just looks at Taehyung for a moment, both of them breathing heavy, before Jimin takes off running towards the front door.

Jimin weaves his way around the furniture, back arching as Taehyung tries to grab the back of his neck, a second behind him.

Jimin doesn’t notice you stood on the stairs, too busy trying to keep all the jewellery and trinkets from falling out of his pockets.

You watch Taehyung tackle the cat to the ground, Jimin crying out as the edge of one of the ornaments dig into his thigh, arm bent awkwardly under his torso. You then watch Taehyung roughly handle Jimin, straddling the cat’s legs, holding his hands above his head, Jimin trying to kick Taehyung.

“Fucking get off me” Jimin shouts, body wriggling. His ribs felt like they’d snap under Taehyung’s body weight.

Taehyung huffs, catching his breath before turning towards you on the stairs. Jimin continues his shouting, profanities being thrown left and right, not daring to look at you.

He wonders how you’re looking at him, angry? Shameful? Because you’d naively let him into your household. He thinks his resolve might fizzle out if he saw how hurt you must look right now. You seemed genuinely happy to help him out and he took it all for granted. What other choice did he have?

What Jimin didn’t take into consideration was the deadpan look on your face as you look at your stuff slung over the hardwood floor of the entrance way. Honestly, you weren’t surprised at all. You’d assumed something like this would happen eventually if you kept letting out of control hybrids roam free in your home with no rules set in place. You should have made it clear from the start with Jimin that he shouldn’t mess around in your household. There weren’t many things that ticked you off but being looked down on and then other’s thinking they can take advantage of your kindness really pissed you off.

How dare a straythink they can walk over you because you were kind. Your generosity only goes so far, and you think you’ve been a little too soft recently.

“Taehyung let him go” you tell the wolf who tilts his head, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“He’ll run” he motions towards the front door with his head, you look into the wolf’s eyes, challenging him. Taehyung doesn’t think he’s ever seen you angry. Sure, you would huff when you would lose playing video games, and sure you’d throw a temper tantrum when you’d have to wear a collar outside or complain when you’re half asleep with something you aren’t meant to chew in your mouth and Jin tries to take it from you. But he’s never seen you so angry, eyes showing nothing but layers upon layers of irritation swimming in your eyes.

“Kim Taehyung” you say tone flat.

Taehyung gulps. You never use his full name.

Albeit reluctantly, Taehyung lets go of Jimin’s arms, slowly raising himself off of the cat. As expected Jimin scrambles towards the front door. You watch as things start falling out of Jimin’s pockets, he no longer cared for them he just wanted to leave.

He pulls at the front door with shaky hands, stopping when he realises it’s also locked. He lets out a shaky breath, mind blanking as he just watches his hands holding the door handle, fingers twitching with anxiety. Dread washes through his body as his mind wracks itself for a way out of this situation. You’d played him at his own game, and he was stupid enough to believe you were too naïve for your own good.

He hadn’t considered you’d lock all the door and hide the keys. He was certain he watched you place a pair of keys right on the kitchen table. He wouldn’t have been confident about this whole plan of he didn’t know he had a reliable escape route. He would have left after you’d fed him, making up some excuse as to why he couldn’t stay the night.

You’d played checkmate at the chess game the two of you seemed to have going on.

He’d been lurking around this area for weeks now, knew all the small alley ways between houses and holes in gates that open into back gardens. He’d just so happened to stumble upon your delicious looking garden a few days ago, not expecting that when he came back, hoping he had left something to eat the next night, to find a bowl of noodles set prettily for him on the wooden crates that had been cleared of the mess he had made the evening prior. Each night he would return, hoping that maybe the people living in the house would be kind enough to leave out another meal so he could go to bed that night with a full stomach, one less worry plaguing his mind.

“You’ll need these” you catch his attention, dangling the keys from your index finger taunting as a mocking smile pulls at you face. You watch the colour drain from the cat’s face as you move yourself to stand on the last step.

Jimin watches the relaxed expression on your face morph into something akin to distaste. His limbs shaking violently in anger as you look down on him. If he wasn’t petrified by your sudden change in demeanour, something he never expected from such a soft soul like you, he would be disgusted that you would even think about looking down on him.

He could only think of one way out of this. The one way that gets him out of trouble with other strays all the time. The soft, small, bashful Jimin act that could pull on the strings of anyone that had a heart.

Jimin feels his knees buckle, falling to the floor with tears brimming his eyes. He bows, head to the floor. Voice shaking “I didn’t mean to” he lies through hiccups and crocodile tears, and you laugh. A full laugh, your shoulders shaking as you watch him bow at your feet.

You hop down the last step, feet slowly dragging you towards Jimin. Your socked feet making soft patters against the floor.

Jimin thinks his heartbeat is louder than your footsteps. The dull beating in his ears making it hard to think straight, his mind a muddle of words and warnings that he can’t exactly decipher, like a foreign language is playing in his head with no way to translate what is being said.

“Raise your head” you tell him, “You look stupid”

Jimin lifts his head, hands grasping the loose fabric of his pants as he swallows thickly. Maybe if he cried enough, you’d let him go. He’d never come near this side of town again, never show his face anywhere you could be because he’d rather the world swallow him whole than look into your eyes right now.

You watch the tears cascade down his cheeks, a smile quirking your lips as you crouch down in front of the cat.

“I fucking hatepeople like you” you spit, a juxtaposition to your hand softly reaching to hold his cheek.

A tear slips through your fingers as you hold his cheek, “Do you think I’m stupid?” you ask, genuinely curious.

Jimin shakes his head, snivelling.

“Then stop the act” you deadpan.

Jimin reminded you of a puppet, over exaggerated emotions and stiff movements because of their wooden limbs to really portray the image he was trying to give you. The pitiful little stray cat that would never think of betraying anyone unless he had to! Because desperate times call for desperate measures. The world was his stage and he was living a play.

You think greed is a funny thing. Like a black hole that never stops taking. Greed was an addiction, the more you had the more you wanted, never satisfied with what you had. You’d made sure to know your limits over the years, but you assume Jimin hadn’t thought about how his lusting greed would bring consequences when he let it take over him like a virus, slowly consuming him. Never knowing when enough is enough.

You watch the cat take a shuddering breath, “What act?” he asks, willing himself not to break character.

You smile at that, not a happy smile. One of disbelief, one that causes a shiver to wrack through his body. He felt the thin line between reality and faking his emotions merging, the genuine annoyance written on your face enough to know that he really messed up this time and no amount of crocodile tears would save him. You simply didn’t care.

“Taehyung, you can leave” you look behind you, hand not moving from Jimin’s face as you address the wolf who slowly stands up, making his way back upstairs after asking if you really wanted him to leave.

Jimin thinks this would have been the perfect time to leave but the keys were in your pocket, and he doubted you would just let him take them. The pissed look on your face enough to tell him not to try his luck right now, not if he wanted to leave with all his limbs attached.

Once you hear Taehyung’s door shut you turn back to look Jimin right in his eyes.

“I get it” you tell him, voice balancing between understanding and annoyance.

Jimin scoffs at that, watery expression falling as he opens his mouth, “You don’t get shit” he tells you, hand grabbing your wrist.

You have the audacity to laugh at him, and Jimin’s jaw clenches. He watches your tails sway slowly behind you as you tilt your head. He’s reminded that you’re nothing more than a failed experiment, and somehow you had a better life than he did.

“No, I fully understand. I don’t know what preconceived bullshit you have about me up in that pretty head of yours” you remove your hand from his cheek, opting to poke his forehead to emphasise your point, “but if you’re going to fuck me over then please, do it right” you shake your head.

You watch the confusion flash across his features, “I’m not fucking you over” he defends himself, anger bubbling up inside him.

“I let you in my house, and you decide you’re going to steal my stuff and run.” You tell him harshly, Jimin’s cat ears twitching at your tone.

The both of you just look into each other’s eyes for a moment.

You still had your hidden card up your sleeve. You weren’t stupid, you knew Jimin was only trying to survive, you weren’t angry at him for that. Like you’d told him that morning, if he had just asked then you would have been more than happy to help him out, it’s the lengths that he was willing to go to that annoyed you so much.

You knew he’d been eyeing up your things all day, knew he watched you as you put the keys on the kitchen table instead of the drawer you usually keep them in, and you knew he was putting up the pity act so you would feel sorry for him and let him stay just a little longer so he would have enough time to steal your things and leave.

Jin wasn’t involved but bless him for being too kind for his own good and suggesting Jimin stay, you think you’re one step closer to freedom. It would only take a spoonful of fear and a pinch of guilt tripping, and you think Jimin may be helpful.

“It’s such a shame” you sigh, “You could have been so useful to me” you pout.

Jimin’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, you can practically see the cogs working in his head. “Oh? You didn’t know?” you frown, exaggerated surprise laced in your tone, “I was going to ask you to live with us, I really need another hybrid. You know… nice home, three meals a day, warm clothes. I was really ready to offer you a place in my home”

Jimin watches a sad frown pull at your face, hurt flashing across your features as you look up at him, “I really liked you Jimin”

“You wanted me?” he asks, voice quiet. You probably wouldn’t have heard it if your faces weren’t so close.

“Of course I wanted you Jimin” you tell him, smile pulling at your lips. He gulps, guilt crawling up his spine.

You watch him think for a moment, and it’s when he looks up into your eyes again that you know you’ve got him.

His resolve breaks, body slumping forward as he feels genuine tears fall down his cheeks. You were willing to give him everything he dreamed of, everything he deservedbut he messed it up.

He watches you stand, nine tails swaying behind you as you unlock the front door. A cold gust of wind causes goosebumps to raise on the cat’s arms, the outside looking a lot scarier than he had remembered it to be.

“I’m willing to give you a second chance” you tell him, pointing out of the door, “So, you can either pick my stuff up and put it all back, go to bed and pretend none of this happened. Or you leave and never show your face near me again”

Jimin looks up at you, then out the door again. The choice was obvious, his jealousy had stemmed from what you were now offering him. He could finally find a place to call home, but there had to be a catch.

“What do you get out of this?” he asks, voice gruff as he wipes the drying tears from his cheeks.

“You don’t need to worry about that” you tell him, “I’m getting cold so hurry up and make a decision”

“I’ll stay” he whispers.

You slam the front door shut, Jimin flinching as you do.

You crouch down beside the cat, bringing your face right beside his. He yowls when you grab his tail, tugging it like you were trying to rip it from his body. You wrap the tail around your fist.

“Stab me in the back again and I snap this thing right off, got it?” you whisper. Jimin gulps thickly, nodding frantically.

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(Earlier that evening)

“He’s all bark and no bite” Taehyung tells you, watching you wash your face through the doorway of his bathroom, your cheeks white with foamy facial cleanser.

Your hands stop their circular motions as you take a moment to think.

“I think he’ll do it” you tell the wolf who laughs, closing his phone so all of his attention is on you.

He thinks it’s cute, the animal head band you wear (he really means you), to keep your hair out of your face as you wash your face. There was nothing wrong with your bathroom, even if there was there were other spare ones all over the house so Taehyung doesn’t understand why you’re in his room, but he wouldn’t complain (secretly he liked the attention you gave him). Your pyjama pant legs pool around your ankles, shirt big enough that your collarbones are on show as you watch yourself in his bathroom mirror. Taehyung had come to realise you and Jin had more pairs of matching pyjamas than he would ever be able to comprehend, he’d also come to realise that because you were too lazy to find your own pair, you opt to wear Jin’s, hoping the fox won’t be able to tell that you stole his pyjamas again, especially when you have your own in the exact same design.

Sometimes Taehyung would hear you tell Jin that his set of pyjamas were just more comfortable than yours to which the older would groan and tell you to make sure you put them back in his drawer or he would start wearing your favourite pyjamas. Where you would dramatically gasp because they were special and he would rip them with his wide shoulders and long legs.

“I think he just wanted a place to crash for the night. I doubt he’ll even be here in the morning”

You rinse your face, cheeks flushing pink from the warm water.

You use Taehyung’s towel to dry your face, nose assaulted with his scent.

You would never be able to accurately describe Taehyung’s scent. Like brushing your teeth with extra minty toothpaste and then drinking cold water or leaving the house of a cool winter morning where breathing feels icy fresh. If you had to pinpoint it, you would say something floral with a peppermint fresh undertone. You think it suited him. Multi-layered and a little confusing, but you loved him just the way he was.

“But that’s why we use this as our vantage point” you tell Taehyung, “He wants a home, lucky for him I have three open spaces for hybrids that need a home, well two because I need another fox hybrid”

“What are you going to do if he does just... take your stuff? You aren’t going to let him stay right?” he asks as you flop onto his bed. “Right?” Taehyung asks again when you don’t answer.

“I already have a plan” you smile up at Taehyung who sighs, not even bothering to ask.

You sit up, kissing Taehyung on the cheek before saying goodnight. You easily slip through the door that connects to yours and Jin’s bedroom.

Taehyung’s hand touches his cheek where you kissed him, it wasn’t the first time you’d done it, but it seemed his cheeks would burn crimson each time you did. He falls back on the mattress, why was he so flustered? It was just a kiss, on the cheek! Not even the lips and he was acting like a hormonal teenager. (And if he thought of what it would be like to kiss your lips that was a secret that he would chain in a box in the back of his mind of his mind forever, no one ever needs to know about it)

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“Are you sure it’s a good idea to leave them two home alone?” Taehyung asks Jin once they get into the car.

Jin finally had a few days off and decided today would probably be a good day to finally go and get Taehyung a collar so he could go outside with you and Jin (and possibly Jimin if he wasn’t scared off by you by the time the two of them got home)

“Probably not but we don’t really have another choice, you’ve needed a collar for a while, and I don’t know when my next week off will be” Jin waves off the wolf, “We could even go out this week if you wanted”

Taehyung smiles over at Jin who stops at a red light, a smile equally as wide being returned.

“Sure hyung, where should we go?” Taehyung asks, ears twitching as he fidgets in the seat of the car.

“Why don’t you and Y/n decide when we get home? She’ll be upset of we left her out” he smiles, and Taehyung nods in agreement.

You were sat on the floor, Jimin sat next you. The both of you watch the webpage load on Jin’s laptop.

“You sure you want this?” you turn to him, he doesn’t look at you, nodding.

“You make it sound like you don’t want me here” he tells you, tone light-hearted, “You changed your mind about keeping me?”

Jimin had hesitantly sat down at the breakfast table that morning, eyes never meeting your own. Jin nor Taehyung asked what exactly happened the night before, both greeting Jimin like nothing happened, although Taehyung did look a little stiff, still wary of the cat. Jimin didn’t take it to heart, he knew that it would be somewhat awkward over the coming days because of what he did and he didn’t expect everyone to act like it was all okay overnight.

You’d asked if he wanted to be registered into a hybrid system, that way he could be ‘adopted’ by Jin. Jimin had been sceptical at first, worried that if he agreed you’d laugh in his face saying it was all a joke. He still couldn’t believe you would give him a second chance so easily.

He hadn’t slept well, worried you would barge into his room and drag him out of the house by his tail. You really did seem angry last night. Understandable so, but that didn’t ease his worries that there was some hidden trick behind your second chance.

“I just don’t want you to regret this. You realise that if Jin adopts you and you want to leave, if they catch you, you’re being sent straight back here” you tell him.

He finally looks at you, eyes not wavering as he just takes a deep breath. Turning back towards the laptop, he pulls it closer towards his side of the table. He starts typing in his information, you just sit there silently, watching him fill out each of the boxes of the registration form.

“I’m sorry” he speaks up when you pull the laptop over towards you, filling in Jin’s contact details and credit card information.

“It’s fine” you tell him, “I told you I get it”

You turn to look at him, soft smile on your face. “Just, I don’t know? Ask next time, we would have been happy to keep you around”

Jimin bites his lip in thought, he still felt a little guilty about what he did.

“Is it really that easy?” he asks, watching his hands fiddle with a loose thread on his shirt. He doesn’t want to know how you’re looking at him.

“What is?” you ask, tone flat.

Jimin gulps, “you forgiving me” he asks.

“Hatred isn’t something I like feeling. If you’re genuinely sorry you won’t take advantage of me anymore, I trust you enough to not do that” you tell him, and Jimin thinks he can feel the tell-tale sign that he was going to cry, lump forming in his throat as he turns to look at you who was busy scanning over the information typed up on the laptop.

“You said I would be useful? Is that why you kept me even though I took advantage of you” he asks, you hum.

“Partially. I don’t think I told you last night but you’re pretty transparent, so it wasn’t hard figuring out what you were feeling. I can tell you feel at least some guilt” You shut the laptop, turning to give your full attention to Jimin.

He sits up rigidly when he sees the look on your face. “I know you think I don’t deserve the life I have”

Jimin chokes at that, “I don’t” he scoffs.

“I don’t really care, you’re not the first to look down on me” you stand up, “I’m going upstairs, don’t cause any trouble” you tell him, tone flat.

Jimin stares at the closed laptop. Was he really that obvious? God he hated it when people pitied him because of his circumstances. You hadn’t sent the form off yet, waiting until Jin got home to make sure all the information was there and ready to be sent off. So, he still had time to back out of this if he really wanted to.

But did he really want to?

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“You sure about Jimin?” Jin asks.

The both of you decided to spend the afternoon together, just the two of you. Jin had baked a pie while you made sandwiches and easy to bake oven bits for the two of you to have on your picnic. (In the back garden, but it was the thought that counted)

The weather was a little cold, the two of you in jumpers that you’d bought each other years ago. You’d placed the blanket in the sun when the two of you first set up outside but as the afternoon passed, the sun started to hide behind the branches of the trees in your garden, the leaves starting to fall.

You hated having to rake up all the leaves when autumn came, it was the one thing you couldn’t stand about having a decently sized garden. And you’d always leave it until the grass was covered, procrastinating until you had to clear it all up. Maybe you could ask Taehyung to help out this year. You’d bribe him, tell him that you’d watch one of his jazz concerts if he helped, that usually worked. The both of you ending up facing each other on his bed, giggling until the late hours of the night.

“Not really” you tell Jin honestly.

“I haven’t seen you this down in a while” Jin motions for you to sit closer with his head. You scoot over so your laid across his lap, his fingers instinctively brushing through your tails.

“What’s on your mind?” he asks softly, and you sigh.

“I thought that bringing Jimin in would make me feel better, he would have the home he always wanted, and I’d have one less problem to worry about. There isn’t that long left Jin” you feel your voice waver, tears threatening to fall down your cheeks.

“Do you know why you don’t feel better?” he asks, manhandling you in his lap so he could wipe away your oncoming tears.

“He doesn’t like me” the first few tears fall, “It sounds stupid when I say it out loud”

Jin looks at you with a soft smile on his face, you were always empathetic towards others, even if they hadn’t been the kindest towards you.

You weren’t crying because you wanted Jimin to like you, you were worried you’d made a stupid decision and the last thing you wanted was to keep Jimin captive in your home if he didn’t like any of you. You’d thought about it more and maybe you should have found one of those fancy hybrid centres for the cat where he could live the life of luxury he really wanted.

Sure your house was nice (you were biased) but it was no life fit for a pompous cat that was roaming around your house currently.

“He wouldn’t have decided to stay if he didn’t like you, sunshine”

“Jin” you cry, “He wanted a place to live. If I was living on the street and someone offered me a home then I would say yes too, even if I didn’t like them” you hiccup.

Jin lets you cry out all your pent-up frustration, watery frown on your face as he just watches all the tension leave your body. He never did like seeing you cry, but he knew that letting it all out was a lot better than bottling it all up.

You think this had been building up for weeks. Everything finally catching up to you and you’ve never felt so relived to just cry it all out. Knowing that Namjoon and Yoongi weren’t really interested or at least 100 percent sure about adopting had set you back (sure you could go out and try and pull at some old person’s heart strings and hope they adopt three hybrids but that seemed unrealistic), with Jimin now entering your life at an inconvenient time and just time itself going too fast, all the anxiety had just continued to build over the last few weeks, the thin thread holding you together finally snapping.

“No more crying, you still have me and Taehyung” Jin shushes you, using the sleeve of his hoodie to dry your flushed cheeks.

“What if I made a stupid decision” you ask, head resting on the fox’s chest. His hands busying themselves in your tails.

“Then you learn from your mistakes” he tells you simply, “You never go straight into a situation without overthinking it. I trust you” he smiles as you do.

“Do you think we’ll find enough people in time?” you slip your fingers through Jin’s, squeezing them as he rests his head atop of your own.

“We have 8 months, surely that’s enough time” Jin mutters and you tip your head back onto his shoulder. You could see the sky was starting to get grey. It looked like it was about to start raining, clouds in the horizon an indication of the weather that may be upon you. Maybe this was a sign that dark times were coming.

“Now that I think about it, those jerks haven’t been around in a while” you think aloud, Jin used to you speaking your mind when you get in a funny mood like you were right now. Not quite sad, but a little out of it.

“I might use up all my savings on a fox hybrid” you say, voice monotone.

“You know we can’t use that money” Jin tells you, voice quiet as you watch the clouds above.

“By the time I can it’ll be too late” you add.

“You could ask Namjoon” Jin says, you sit up and turn towards him.

“I can’t burden him with 4 hybrids”

“He only has to adopt you” Jin takes your hands into his own.

You avoid eye contact with Jin as you take a deep breath. “We can’t do that” you whisper.

Jin’s head tilts in question, “why not?”

“Why do you think you and I have been living alone for so long without them being able to touch us?” you ask, eyes stinging.

“Because we’re still contracted to an owner” he tells you and you nod.

“Exactly, if I’m adopted by Namjoon that means the contract we currently have is terminated, they’ll send you and Taehyung to a facility. I can’t do that Jin”

“As long as you’re safe then I’m fine with that” he tells you.

You pull your knees towards your chest, eyes flitting over Jin’s face. You couldn’t see any hint of regret in his statement.

“You’re being selfish” you laugh in disbelief.

“I’m being realistic Y/n” you watch him run a hand over his face.

“Me and you being apart isn’t realistic Jin” the tears flow down your cheeks, “I can’t live without you”

Jin watches you for a moment, tears brimming his own eyes before he pulls you into his chest. “You’re right” he rubs your back. “I was being selfish” he whispers, the reality of the situation finally sinking in.

Truthfully Jin would walk through fire, conquer the world, damn near anything if it meant he could spend another day with you. Forever felt like it wasn’t long enough when he really thought about yours and his future.

“No more feeling sorry for ourselves, this was meant to be a nice afternoon” Jin waits until your sobs had been reduced to pitiful snivels before he spoke, his cheeks feeling tight from the tears.

“It’s fine, I had fun” you look up at him, eyes red and lashes wet. He can’t help the laugh that bubbles up his throat.

“Are you laughing at me?” you narrow your eyes at him as he continues to laugh.

“Of course not, I just love you so much” he brushes your hair back, placing a firm kiss on your forehead.

“Love you too” you snake your arms around his neck, smile pulling at your face as you bask in the comfort Jin seems to bring you.

“It feels like we’ve been falling out too much recently” Jin squishes your cheeks, and you smile.

“We didn’t fall out, you were just being stupid” you tell him, although it was a little muffled because of his hands pushing your cheeks together.

He leans forward, placing a quick kiss on your lips and you giggle. Leaning forward to give him another kiss.

Jin leans back on the blanket as you straddle his waist. Your hands reach for his cheeks, pushing them together like he had with yours, puckering his lips. You lean down, the kiss longer this time, his plush lips pillowing your own as you sigh in relief.

It was at times like these that you knew, no matter how down you felt, or how your thoughts may have varied from Jin’s, he would still always be there. Your ride or die. Best friend. Soulmate. Your world. Or any other variation of slightly cringy, cliché term for him. (You didn’t mind being a little cliché if it was Jin, he just brought out the cheesy side of you with his own cheesy dad jokes and super cheesy cheese sandwiches that you’d never get sick of).

You pull back from Jin’s lips when you hear the back door fling open, the sound of heavy footsteps closing in on the two of you. You just stared down at Jin, while he stared up at you, his hands on your hips. Neither of you had to look to know it was Taehyung clumsily making his way over to the two of you.

You don’t flinch when Taehyung flings himself over your back, Jin groaning at the weight that is put on his shins as Taehyung makes himself comfortable.

“I want a kiss too” he pouts when you crane your neck to look at him.

“Ah you saw that?” you ask, no shame in your face at all as you smile at Taehyung who nods.

“It’s hard not to see when you’re both smoochy smoochy out here with no shame”

You snigger at that, wiggling your hips out of Jin’s grip as you turn towards Taehyung. You cup his cheeks, tilting your head, asking for permission. Taehyung nods once and you lean forward.

Taehyung thinks his brain short circuits when you place your lips on his own, the kiss so soft and loving Taehyung wants to cry. His cheeks burn, and he’s worried you can feel the extra heat radiating off him with your hands still cupping your cheeks.

As soon as it comes, it’s over. You’re pulling back with a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you watch Taehyung stare blankly before his fingers brush over his lips.

He looks at you, face set in determination as he pulls you closer by the back of the neck. “One more?” he asks.

You fully smile at that, eyes turning closing as you do. Taehyung peeks behind you briefly to look at Jin, who seems fully amused by how flustered Taehyung is. With no jealousy in Jin’s features, Taehyung leans forward connecting your lips again.

It was another peck, nothing too crazy if you asked Taehyung but the feeling of your lips on his own would be engraved into his mind forever. The hint of sweetness from the iced tea you and Jin had for your picnic still lingering on your lips.

“Guess we’re all smoochy smoochy in the garden now” you tease, Taehyung’s hands covering his cheeks as he avoids eye contact with both you and Jin.

Said fox sits up, your back against his chest as he leans forward and scratches Taehyung’s twitching wolf ears.

As Jin teases Taehyung for his crimson cheeks and shy smile, you make eye contact with Jimin sat at the kitchen table watching the three of you in the garden. You smile at him, something akin to pride bubbling in your chest as you lean back into Jin’s chest.

Jin kisses the top of your head, Jimin averting his eyes when Taehyung turns around with a frown. Sulking because he was teased.

“TaeTae don’t hide” you tug the back of his shirt, willing yourself not to laugh.

He just huffs at you, not turning to look at you as you laugh with Jin.

“My legs are getting numb” Jin complains, Taehyung choosing that moment to lean back, so his head was resting on your chest.

Jin groans at the weight shifting over his legs, arms starting to ache from holding himself, you and now Taehyung up.

The rest of the day flies by, you forgot about the concoction of negative emotions that had brewed inside of you from that day. Taehyung cheered you up with a concert in his bedroom, him miming the words to songs you’d never heard before as he copied the dance moves shown on his tv screen. By the time dinner rolled around your stomach hurt from laughing so much, cheeks aching from smiling so much, and overall, you were a lot happier.

To cheer you up Jin decided to order from the restaurant you liked downtown, making sure to buy extra because there was now another extra mouth to feed.

You were also reminded that night as you and Jin lay in bed that he had the rest of the week off. Jin telling you that he and Taehyung wanted to plan out a trip for the three of you, then asked what you would do about Jimin. You shrugged.

“I’ll think about it when the time comes, m’ too tired” you tell him, finger’s clasping onto his tail that had wrapped around your waist.

“Then sleep sunshine” he tells you simply and you shake your head.

“Can’t. We never get time alone anymore” you whisper, eyes closing as you reach a hand between your bodies to hold his hand.

Jin laces his fingers with your own, watching you fight sleep as you mumble about a book you’d recently finished that you think he would like.

Jin thinks you have two love languages. The first; physical touch. Never shying away from the endless affection, he had to give you when the two of you first met that had continued through the rest of your relationship. The second; sharing things you like. It was a little bit of an odd love language, but Jin adored it as much as he adored you.

He loves when you excitedly tell him things you see that you think he would like, happy to know that as you spend your days without him while he’s at work, you’re still thinking about him. It was reassuring that even after all this time the two of you still had something so precious.

“Thank you” he whispers, noticing your words starting to melt into each other.

“Why?” you ask, willing your eyes to open a little to look at Jin, who was smiling at you like you were his whole world. Which you were, and he would make sure you knew that every day.

“For everything” he brushes your hair from your forehead, leaning down a little to kiss your hairline as you smile at the feeling.

“Thank you” you say and Jin hums.

“For what?”

“For everything” you mimic him, and he laughs, a little too squeaky for your tired mind but you would have him any other way.

“I’m sorry about what I said earlier”

You feel his finger trace the outline of your face. You let out a long breath, hand squeezing your interlocked finger lightly.

“About you being sent away?” you clarify, getting a noise of affirmation from Jin.

“It’s okay” you tell him genuinely, “I know you only want what’s best for me. I just hope you realise that you’re what’s best for me”

“Says who?” he snorts.

You open your eyes, tilting your head up to look at Jin with a small smile on your face. “Says me”

“Ah so it must be true” he nods, thumb running over your lips as you both take a moment to just look at each other.

“Of course it’s true, I’m always right” you counter, Jin scoffing in disbelief.

“I remember that one time you thought eating apple seeds would make apple trees grow in your stomach. You insisted it was true for weeks until there was no tree growing out of you” he tells you.

You give him an incredulous look, “I was a kid! That doesn’t count”

“You were still wrong” he waves you off, and you shake your head in disbelief.

“I remember when you thought Santa was real” you huff and it’s Jin’s turn to look at you in disbelief.

“Yeah, and you ruined it for me”

“Not my fault they don’t tell you about Santa when you’re in those gross hybrid camps” you laugh, watching Jin frown.

“Remember that one time we tried to make smores?” Jin asks you, and you giggle.

“Yeah, grandpa had to buy a whole new couch because we ruined the old one” you smile, “I remember when you tried to cook for the first time and somehow melted a pan”

Jin groans, “please don’t remind me. I remember when you left a plastic spoon in a hot pan, and it melted into your dinner”

“I’m surprised we didn’t die from the fumes” you scrunch your nose at the memory, “Or the time I put an aluminium can in the microwave, and it blew up”

“That was expensive to replace” he pokes your cheek as you smile, no remorse at all.

“I said I would pay for it” you argue.

“With what money?” Jin scoffs and you look at him dead in the eyes.

“The pocket money I earned that summer from organizing the bookshelves in the study”

“You were there for hours” he hums.

“I think I was there for days; I don’t know why I decided to go alphabetical when I could have just colour coordinated it all. I had the worst back ache after”

“I remember. You begged me most of the day to give you a back massage”

“That was a good massage” you sigh in content from the memory, “When you don’t work so much give me another one, okay?” you ask, prior sleepiness now dissipating as you and Jin reminisce.

“Only if you give me a shoulder massage, don’t try and snap my neck this time” he pulls you closer into his chest.

“I didn’t mean to. I watched a video of someone cracking a guy’s neck and he seemed pretty happy after it”

“That’s because they’re trained chiropractors”

“I didn’t know what that was when you asked me last time” you defend yourself, “at least your neck wasn’t stiff afterwards”

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How you found yourself sat in-front of Min Yoongi, at his kitchen table was beyond you. Namjoon wasn’t even home, didn’t plan to be home until later that evening because he had a project due soon that he was falling behind on. And you had a sneaky suspicion Namjoon wasn’t aware you were currently having afternoon tea with his roommate.

You watch Yoongi watch you take a sip of the fruity tea he had kindly bought before you’d arrived because he somehow knew you weren’t a fan of coffee. (Don’t ask him how he knew he just did!)

“Why am I here?” you ask after finally gathering the courage to ask.

It’s not that you didn’t like Yoongi, actually you thought he was nice? Maybe. You weren’t exactly sure. You’d met him twice, the first time in less than ideal circumstances because you decided to be a menace and freak Jin and Taehyung out by sneaking out without prior warning. And the second time you think the most you said to each other was a quiet hello and then continued to make semi-awkward eye contact for the rest of the night because you didn’t know what to say to him, and he seemed like he didn’t want to talk to you, more than happy listening to Jin chat away about his limited knowledge in music before they bonded over cooking.

He just seemed reserved. Which wasn’t a bad thing, you in a way admired how he held himself. A cool confidence about his demeanour. But he was also extremely hard to decipher. Unlike Jimin, who you could read like an open book, Yoongi was like… a slab of stone with some ancient language carved into it with no indication of how he felt, or what he was thinking when he looked at you like he currently was.

If you really tried, you could eliminate hatred. Yoongi didn’t seem like the person to invite someone he didn’t like over to his home so at least you were reassured about that.

“Namjoon said I should try and get to know you more. Good practice if he gets a hybrid or something” he shrugs, picking up his ug to take a large mouthful of coffee.

You nod, eyes trailing to look over the kitchen a little, liking the colourful array of mugs hung up on a stand in the corner of the kitchen counter. “What do you want to talk about then?” you ask, hoping to alleviate some of the award tension that surrounded the two of you.

You think you’re the only tense one, Yoongi sitting comfortably on the other side of the table with ease. Maybe you were overthinking.

You were definitely overthinking. What were you supposed to think when Jin wakes you up saying he got a text from Yoongi asking you to come over that afternoon? It wasn’t every day you get asked over for tea, more used to you and Tae drinking tea in the sun of an afternoon.

“Whatever you’d like to talk about” he shrugs, not too worried. He thinks he can easily navigate a conversation with you. He’d seen you talk when you got excited about a topic, the way your tails would sway a little more, hybrid ears twitching in interest when someone starts asking questions that you’re more than happy to answer.

Truthfully, Yoongi didn’t know why he had asked you over. Sure, Namjoon had suggested a week ago that maybe he should put in some effort to at least get used to the idea of having a hybrid. It wasn’t like he was against them (them being hybrids); he just didn’t like the way they were treated and would rather have nothing to do with hybrids if he had a choice. It was low, avoiding the problem because he couldn’t solve it. If he could, he would abolish hybrid laws, unfortunately he didn’t have that power. So he ignored the issue, avoiding any contact with hybrids to not get himself tied to a problem he had no control over.

He knows that made it seem like he didn’t like hybrids, but he would rather the world believe he wasn’t fond of them than people believe he agreed with the fucked up laws around your kind.

But somehow, you’d slipped through the walls. Standing on his doorstep over a week ago, with cold flushed cheeks, soaked to the bone from the rain. He couldn’t just turn a blind eye to someone in need. He thinks hanging out with you, Jin and Taehyung was tying him to something he had no control over, he liked talking to Jin about cooking, he liked the silent comfort you got from just being around people, he liked the excited way Taehyung’s tail would wag when he was doing something he enjoyed or talking about the brass bands he watched online.

Although it may be hard to believe at first glance, but Yoongi was soft. Could never say no to his roommate, Namjoon was his best friend and if he thought Yoongi should practice being around hybrids then who was he to say no to the dimple smiled producer? Honestly Yoongi didn’t think he needed much practice. Sure, he wasn’t the most comfortable socially, sometimes feeling like he wanted to crawl out of his skin when put in certain social situations. But you were as much of a person as he was. If he needed practice talking to you, then he needed practice talking in general. Because you functioned like a human, acted like a human, you were human. And yeah, it’s a little daunting to watch you have nine tails (not one, but nine), but he thinks that makes you unique. Special in your own cute way, because he’d never seen anyone else like you.

You fingers tap against the table as you wrack your brain for something to talk about. You wanted the conversation to be equally as interesting for Yoongi as it would be for you, but you didn’t know enough about him to know where to start.

“What did you do this morning?” he asks, watching you fiddle with the handle of the mug.

You take a moment to think.

“Taehyung tried to make pancakes, but the batter was really thick, so they turned out really dense” you smile, “they tasted okay though, I mean, they were edible” you shrug.

“I’m assuming you and Jin did all the cooking when we came round last time” Yoongi says, and you shake your head.

“I can’t cook either” your nose scrunches up, “I helped Jin make soup one time, he said it was really good, but it was way too salty”

“You two seem close” he watches the happy smile pull at you face. And if his chest swelled with something akin to happiness then that was for him to know.

“Of course!” you beam, “He’s my best friend”

Yoongi hums, “How long have you known Hyung?” he asks.

You bring your finger to rest on your cheek as you think for a moment. Tilting your head, you look over at Yoongi again, “Since I was 6, maybe” you tell him and he nods.

Silence.

If you were on an animated show, you think an ellipses would appear across the screen, one dot at a time. It wasn’t awkward per se, you think that you were more worried that Yoongi doesn’t like you. He hadn’t actually made it clear he didn’t like you; he hadn’t made it clear if he liked you either.

Yoongi watches your hybrid ears twitch when the boiler clicks on.

“I wanted to apologize” he speaks up, watching your eyes widen as he speaks.

“Apologize?” you ask, eyes flitting over his face.

“I don’t think we started on the right foot” he tells you honestly and you nod slowly, “I think I came off like I didn’t like you”

“I don’t think we started on the wrong foot” you say, watching a small smile tug on his lips, “I didn’t exactly give off a good impression when we first met either” you cringe.

Yoongi shakes his head lightly, “I don’t think it was a bad impression, I was just a little surprised”

“I’m sorry about that” you sigh, shoulders becoming less tense, “I’m glad you don’t hate me”

“I don’t have a reason to hate you” he picks up his mug, “I just don’t like the stigma around hybrids, you’re as much of a person as I am. I don’t understand how people see it otherwise”

Yoongi watches your eyes flit between his own, trying to find something deeper within his eyes. It was sad, how even now with his heart on his sleeve, you still seemed sceptical about his views on hybrids. It wasn’t your fault you were the way you are, and he wouldn’t penalise you because of something that was beyond your control.

“Thanks” you smile, bringing the mug up to your lips.

“If you ever need a place to just escape from it all, don’t hesitate to give me a call” he tells you.

You giggle, “Thank you, Yoongi”

“I’m sure Namjoon would be more than happy to have you over every once in a while”

Like when you were with Namjoon earlier that week, you felt the atmosphere change between the two of you.

You knew you were overthinking all of this.

At some point Yoongi brings up one of the artists Jin had mentioned you liked; you’d laughed. Telling him you hadn’t listened to them in years, but Jin would have a habit of remembering the most random fixations you’d had over the years, forgetting when you mention you weren’t fond of it anymore.

Yoongi thinks it’s cute when you intently listen to him explain a new track he was working on and his dreams to release his own mixtape soon. You’d said you’d buy a bunch of copies if he were to ever release his own music and that one day you’d have to stop by his studio to get a sneak peek at what he has so far. You’d dramatically puffed out your chest when you explained you would boast to Jin about hearing your music before he could, Yoongi’s bright smile enough to reassure you that you were finally getting somewhere with Yoongi.

You think Yoongi’s language is music, he was so fluid with his explanations, with a happy smile on his face as he explains all the little details about his favourite tracks, or how he had recently started learning guitar because piano was no longer a challenge for him to play. Music was his first love, his passion, his life. And you were happy that he was willing to share such an important part of himself with you.

Your hybrid ears twitch when you hear the front door open, your eyes trailing to the clock on the wall. You hadn’t realised how much time had passed.

Namjoon stops in the doorway to the kitchen, head bouncing back and forth between the two of you.

“Well, isn’t this a nice surprise” Namjoon smiles, hanging his coat on the back of the chair beside you, his hand lifting to scratch the base of your hybrid ears.

Yoongi watches your spine slacken as you let out a long sigh, content, soft smile on your face.

“I didn’t know you were coming over” Namjoon takes a seat.

“Yoongi asked me over” you turn to Namjoon who looks over at his friend.

“Hyung must really like you if he asked you over for coffee on his day off” Namjoon hums.

You watch Yoongi cough, slight pink to his cheeks as his waves Namjoon off.

Namjoon turns towards you, “Jin was saying something about another hybrid” he asks, and you nod slowly.

“Jimin?” you ask, Namjoon scratching his head as he thinks if Jin had mentioned a name.

“Yeah, I think that was it” he hums, and you slouch in the chair a little.

“He’s… something. I think they’re going to get him adopted under Jin’s name today” you tell them.

“You can do that?” Yoongi asks, surprised that Hybrids were allowed to adopt each other.

You bite your lip in thought. Were you about to explain how illegal all of this was? Probably not.

“Not really” you shrug, “hybrid laws are… tricky” is all you say.

“You seem uneasy about Jimin” Namjoon notes, and you shrug.

“The first impression wasn’t the greatest” you look over at Yoongi with a knowing smile.

+++

When you get home, Yoongi dropping you off in his car since Namjoon apparently couldn’t drive (which explained why he took the bus to come and see you earlier in the week), you see Jimin stood in the kitchen with Jin.

“Jimin said he wanted to learn how to cook” Taehyung tells you, arm slung over your shoulder as you watch the two of them from the couch.

“How was the adoption?” you asked, turning to the wolf who shrugs.

“They said it went fine, I don’t know what happened between the two of them while they were out though” he tells you, fingers carding through your hair.

“What do you mean?” you ask, tilting your head to look up at him.

Taehyung looks down at you, eyebrows furrowed, “They’ve been acting weird since they got home”

“Weird?”

“Jin’s been really quiet for once and Jimin seems on edge”

You peer over the couch to look at them in the kitchen, “Then why are they cooking together” you sigh, body falling onto Taehyung’s as the two of you resume watching the new series the wolf had found while you were out with Yoongi.

“Beats me” the wolf replies, placing a feather light kiss on your forehead.

You smile at that. Maybe Taehyung had similar love languages to you.

With the show playing as background noise, you take a moment to think over your situation. With Jimin now part of your ‘pack’ (if you could even call it that), you were so close to your end goal. You felt restless in your own skin the more days that went by without a visit from the government’s hybrid sector, worried they were planning something big, something that would mean you would have to leave your home to work as a lab rat for them.

A situation you would never be able to get yourself out of.

*** NOTICE: i'm thinking of opening up drabbles for this series!! i always get worried i'm not explaining situation in depth enough or it's hard to understand certain dynamics, so i think drabbles will be a way to see what readers want to know more about in the TBAH household. please feel free to request a drabble, my inbox is always open for questions, if you just want to chat or discuss chapters!! Thank you for reading <3***

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Sly like a… ? - Part 1

[Master list] [Sly Master List] Beta: n/a (at the moment) Rating: All Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x FailedHybrid!Reader Genre: Hybrid au, fluff, action, adventure, angst, drama, slice of life. Some marked chapters will contain mature/smut scenes, BUT they will not have plot in those scenes and are 100% skippable without losing your place in the story. Words: 1.6k

Summary: Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.

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Quarantine.1

[Masterlist] Pairing: BTS x reader (i don’t know if this will have ships or just friendship or what I am just letting it run its course) Genres: friendship, drama, romance Rating: All Summary: Your brother works with a few BigHit dance teams and whilst having permission to accompany him at work the city shuts down banning anyone from stepping outside for a whole WEEK while they disinfect the streets. If you step outside you might get arrested, shot or poisoned by the chemicals they are emitting through the city. Words: 2k

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Hyunsung Hybrids!Au Masterlist. (Stray kids)

Disclaimer: ©SlytherinBangchan

This series contains smut in every chapter.

Pairing: Hyunsung x FemReader, Hyunsung.

✪ Chap1. A night with the Wolf (Han Jisung)

✪ Chap2. A night with the Fox (Hyunjin)

✪ Chap3. Jealousy

✪ Chap 4. Pt1: A day away from Master

✪ Chap4. Pt2: Master comes back home and finds out about our dirty secret

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pairing: cat hybrid!felix x cat hybrid!lee know x cat hybrid!hyunjin x reader

genre: poly!au, angst, fluff, hybrid!au

warnings: none

wc: idk

synopsis: you find a hybrid all alone in front of your house, just to find out it was abandoned and lost his mates.

a/n: this is NOT edited, i’m so sorry for any mistakes

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dinner is done

“finally,” you think as you feel all the stress float away as you sit down with you’re plate in front of you.

you wanna take this time to get to know the third hybrids sitting across from you, but you find it harder than expected. you find it hard to start a conversation, not knowing what to say first or ask.

so you just ask, “how’s the food?”

“it’s really good, thank you for making this food us,” felix says with his mouth half full. lee know says a quick “yeah” adding on to what felix said and you see hyunjin nod along.

“thank you, really, i’m not that good for a cook you know, i’ve never really been too good at cooking,” you say as you wince thinking about the time you almost set your mom’s kitchen on fire.

“really?” felix questions. “you seem really good to me,” felix adds.

you give him a smile and you shrug you shoulders feeling a bit shy. you say a quiet thanks, making it known you heard his compliment.

you are the first to get done eating, which is kind of weird since you started eating last.

“maybe i was hungrier than you thought” you thought with a shrug of your shoulders. you wash your dishes and walk into your room to get some clothes ready for you to get in the shower and finally sleep.

before you do, you walk back into the kitchen to let the three hybrids know that you’re getting into the shower. you don’t know why you thought they should know but you did.

the hybrids all nod in understanding when you tell them.

“so, what are we gonna do?,” hyunjin questions. he doesn’t feel completely comfortable staying here, he can practically smell the stress oozing off of you. he didn’t feel right, he felt like a burden already.

“what do you mean?” felix says like the answer is obvious. “we’re safe here, we can stay here.” felix says annoyed by hyunjin, he turns his body away from hyunjin and lee know, not wanting to speak to them right now, more specifically hyunjin.

“felix.” hyunjin says, felix knows he’s serious because they rarely ever use his whole name. “don’t tell me you’re attached to them already,” hyunjin states in disbelief.

hyunjin stands from his seat and before walking away he says “you know what happened last time when you did this.”

this time lee know butts in with a small gasp, “too far hyunjin, you know that.” as the oldest he had to find a way to project both of his younger mates but in this situation he felt helpless. they’ve been through so many horrible situations so he gets how hyunjin feels but he also understands how felix feels, that little piece of hope that you’ll be the one to keep them safe, to love them, to cherish them but there’s still that feeling, that feeling of uncertainty, of hopelessness.

you feel really relived and refreshed after your shower, but your mind still has not strayed away from the hybrids in your kitchen.

you went out to go get them to lead to the spare rooms that you have, unless they sleep together.

you walk into the hallway to see them split up, you can feel the tension in the air.

“uh- hey guys?” you say in a confused tone, you wonder what happened while you were in the shower. you see felix perk up a little as you move closer to where him and lee know are while hyunjin is in the living room.

“i can lead you guys to the spare rooms if you would like to sleep now,” you say quietly feeling kind of awkward. they seem mad or annoyed.

“yeah, we’re ready to sleep now,” lee know says while standing up.

“do you mind if we sleep together?” felix questions getting ready to stand up also.

“of course not,” you offer him a small smile.

after you finally make sure they’re all comfortable and settled into bed, you go to your room. you flop down on you bed stomach first letting out a small “oof” as you land. that’s how you fall alseep, tomorrow morning you probably won’t even remember how you fell asleep but you know it’s a well deserved rest.

the next morning you woke up fairly early, which surprised you because you were obviously beat. you wanted to sleep the whole day, until you remembered there are three other people in the room next to yours, which you should probably check on.

firstly, you stand up and go brush and wash your face, you don’t wanna embarrass yourself with bad breath this morning. you cringe thinking about it.

after, you finish with your morning routine. you go to the room next to yours where the three kitty hybrids are sleeping, you lightly knock before you open the door to see that they are still sleeping. you try not to let out any sound at the sight you see.

they’re all bundled up together like little penguins trying to keep warm, you see hyunjin’s tail move slightly so you hurry up and closed the door before you woke them. you lean against the door with a little huff, before you’re able to get into your head about things you go downstairs to prepare breakfast. you’re not used to this cooking thing, especially for four people, you usually just ordered out but you don’t think you could do that anymore, for you and the hybrids health and it doesn’t hurt to have a home cooked meal once in a while.

you decided to make blueberry pancakes, which were kinda out of your league to be honest, when you say you’re not a good cook, you mean it.

“how hard could it be,” you whisper to yourself trying to boost your own confidence. you wanted to get better at cooking, so you could say you’re good at something at least and cooking brings you a sense of peacefulness, even tho you weren’t good at it. it’s the thought the counts right?

as you’re looking up the recipe online, you hear foot steps coming very very slowly down the stairs. you assume it’s one for the boys so you just act like you don’t hear it in order to not scare him away.

a few seconds later you see blonde hair peak around the wall. you turn you head quickly to face him it as soon as you do he hides behind the wall again, you smile a little at that.

“this. is. so embarrassing” hyunjin thinks when he hides behind the wall, “she seen you already,” he rolls his eyes at himself.

he slowly creeps out from behind the wall and goes to sit on a stool at the counter.

“good morning,” you say while your back is still facing him.

“good morning” he whispers back, so quite you could barley hear him. “i’m making some blueberry pancakes for breakfast, i don’t know if you ever had them but they’re really good.”

he doesn’t respond, he doesn’t know what to say back in all honesty, no one has ever been this nice to them and when they were, they always changed into something bad. he wanted to trust you, especially for his mates sake but he’s just... couldn’t.

not this fast, at least.

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BOOKWORM | k.nj (Preview)

synopsis. "Namjoon owns a library, loves books more than anything, but lately finds his life less exciting than usual. Until one day he rescues a shy little client from a rain of books."

pairing. kim namjoon/reader

genre. angst, fluff, smut

contents. librarian!namjoon, wolf hybrid!namjoon, shop assistant!reader, fae!reader, shy!reader, lil yandere themes, infatuation, possessiveness, eventual BDSM(?)

∆If you want to be tagged tell me~∆

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lisp 2/3 - JJK | M

↣ he has you, but things have gotten worse when it comes to his instincts.

part 1

pairing: hybrid!jungkook x reader

genre: smut, fluff, angst

word count: 8K

warnings/tags: snake hybrid!jungkook, dentist!jungkook, sorta new relationship, possessive!JK, mentions of violence, mentions of blood, strong language, bromance, sloth hybrid!namjoon, black panther hybrid!yoongi, dom!JK, explicit smut- clit pinching, choking, sex on the kitchen floor, pussy slapping, spanking, oral (f & m), throat fucking, scratching, biting, praise kink, dirty talk, overstimulation, riding, hickeys, double penetration, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, cum inflation, creampie

a/n: guess who’s Yoongi’s scared human friend 🤪

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Eight Makes One Halloween (COMING SOON)

᪥ Eight days until Halloween. Eight members. One Halloween special. ᪥

Day One — Seonghwa

Coming 10.24.21

Day Two — Hongjoong

Coming 10.25.21

Day Three — Yunho

Coming 10.26.21

Day Four — Yeosang

Coming 10.27.21

Day Five — San

Coming 10.28.21

Day Six — Mingi

Coming 10.29.21

Day Seven — Wooyoung

Coming 10.30.21

Day Eight — Jongho

Coming 10.31.21 Happy Halloween!

᪥ All pieces will contain 18+ themes such as heavy/explicit smut, blood, and language. How dark they’ll be will vary but I ask you use caution if dark/vampire themes aren’t your thing.

᪥ Decided to plan something to join in on the Halloween fun, but doing something other than the usual Kinktober thing. What better way to celebrate Halloween than by writing Ateez in one of my favorite au’s – vampire au!

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Make It Right

Paring: Kim Hongjoong x Choi Jongho x Female!Reader (Reader is Plus Size and a bit insecure) (fic is a Hongjoong focus)

Word Count: approximately 2.9k - 3.1k words

Warnings: poly!relationship, light manhandling, marking, cumplay, oral (female receiving), choking, overstimulation, dom!Hongjoong (pleasure dom if you squint hard enough), dom!Jongho (soft dom if you blink once or twice), self-doubt/insecurities, reader is loud 👀, pet names, squirting, voyeurism (I think it qualifies...) slight dumbification, unprotected sex (plastic wrap your peenie weenies)

Author's Note: This fic is NSFW. If you are uncomfy, please don't read. I wrote this out of pure imagination, dedication, simp, two brain cells, and a bowl of Frosted Flakes. Please don't steal (let's start with the warning while we're ahead of the game ✨) There's a part two! It's a fluff entitled Promise to properly conclude this fic. With that being said, enjoy, you dirty harlots 😙

Taglist: @ateezappreciation @joongsprincess @lil-ghostieiv @pikacuuuuuuuu

Intro and Masterlist ✨

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Another night, another six hours wasted. You laid on the bed in your best scandalous attire. A simple black lace demi-cup bra that pushes up your already high-setting DD breasts and matching black lacy cheeky panties along with a sheer black boudoir robe and dependable Christian Louboutin pumps. Candles illuminate the room with a soft golden ambiance, and no one to share it. This is a recurring theme for the past month and a half.

~*One week later*~

Hongjoong was working in the studio, preparing the next album to top the charts and break records for the group. Jongho must have had to stay a little later tonight with the film crew for Imitation. You appreciate and admire the commitment they have to ensure that things that have ATEEZ™ written on them are of high quality and top shelf, and their pursuits are extraordinary. You are just getting a little lonely because of how busy their schedules are. It’s not even when they are not home, either. It’s like they are present but absent at the same time. Whenever they are home, they are either too drop-dead tired to do anything, or you are already asleep.

The average person would think that with this beautiful home Hongjoong has, you would be able to attend to and entertain yourself. It gets lonely here, and that’s when your thoughts tend to roam.

You stand in front of the full-length mirror in your room, only wearing your grey sports bra and matching boy shorts. Maybe they just don’t find you attractive anymore. With your thick thighs that always touch, no matter how hard you try to separate them. Your chubby tummy that moves every time you move, decorated with light-toned tiger stripes and a couple dimples here and there. Maybe if you look like these other female K-Pop idols, they would like to--

Your self-destructive thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door and the turning of a doorknob. You quickly try to wipe the tears that threaten to spill past your tear ducts. “Baby, are you okay?” Hongjoong asked from the doorway. You manage to catch them, but Hongjoong isn’t stupid. Your slightly red eyes and puffy cheeks gave you away.

“Hyung, did you find her-” Jongho started to ask but stopped when he saw you on the brink of tears. He walked up to you and his Hyung and said, “Babe, what’s wrong?”

“Do you love me?” You ask shakily. “What do you mean?” They asked in unison while Hongjoong has his hands on your forearms, and Jongho’s are on your cheeks, wiping your tears. “Exactly what it sounds like. Do you love me? Why are you with me?” You ask with your heart rapidly beating. “Where is this coming from, Princess?” Jongho asked, confused. “There are lots of other women who are beautiful and-”

“I’ll stop you right there. Do you really think that you are not beautiful? We are in this for the long haul. You are a beautiful and kind-hearted person who always looks out for us no matter what.” Hongjoong interrupts your statement. “Your beautiful eyes twinkle whenever you made a new accomplishment. You are the best cuddler I have ever met in my life. And I can tell that every time I look at you, your heart always stays made of pure gold.” Jongho said with determination. Your start to cheer up from the fantastic things they are telling you.

“Move, Hyung.” Jongho pushes Hongjoong out of the way and grabs your cheeks, and kisses you square on the mouth. Your lips automatically move in sync with his, and you can feel the raw and pure love he has for you. He slips his tongue into your mouth, allowing you to taste the mint gum he was apparently chewing before they were looking for you. He finally let you go right before you had to pull away so you could catch a breath.

You were so enthralled by Jongho that you didn’t feel Hongjoong kissing and suckling on your neck, leaving love bites in his path. Jongho took this opportunity to place his fingers in his mouth, coating them with saliva. He then takes his slickened digits and slides them into your dripping heat. You moan at the feelings of his long delicate fingers doing what they do best besides splitting apples. He always knew what buttons to push to get you going. As Jongho continues to make you feel warm and fuzzy, Hongjoong was behind you, fondling your breasts (after he pulled the sports bra from over your head) and tweaking your nipples. Both of these actions help to tip you off to feel that small but powerful orgasm.

Once you managed to catch your breath, Jongho bends down to grab you behind your thighs and lifts you up with ease. “Jongho, put me down! I’m heavy!” You scream out while wrapping your arms around your neck, so you won’t flip over and break your neck. “Says who? You’re as light as a feather.” Jongho says as he roughly throws you on the bed, causing you to giggle. He slowly unbuttons his shirt and unbuckles his belt, tossing it along with his pants and boxers after he steps out of them. You just stare with a blank expression on your face, but your eyes tell it all: you were ready for him, and you wanted him to pick up the pace. Hongjoong is just sitting in the office chair watching the whole thing unfurl.

He proceeds to crawl on top of you in between your legs, his small light silver chain dangling from his neck. He leans down to leave small pecks along your face, and you wrap your legs around his waist, impatiently trying to get him to escalate his movements. “Impatient, are we? Can I take off your panties first?” He says with a chuckle. As he proceeded to do said thing, you look over to make eye contact with Hongjoong. He’s just chilling in the office chair in the corner of the room while sporting a massive hard-on, patiently waiting on his turn to show his way of loving you.

Your eye contact with Hongjoong is broken as you close your eyes and moan, relishing in the feeling of Jongho filling you up slowly to the hilt. He is touching every excellent spot inside of you. Jongho moans out at how tight you are, even after your first orgasm.

After he managed to catch his breath from how tight you are, he begins to slowly move in and out of you. “Oh shit, Y/N. You’re so fucking tight, baby.” He grunts in your ear. You savored the feeling of the hardness that is Choi Jongho, moving at a steady pace due to the slick heat you produced. You moaned out every time he hit that one spot while telling you how beautiful and unique you are. As Jongho feels his head spin from the combination of his pace along with the warmth and wetness of your core, you get increasingly louder until you just feel light and weightless.

Jongho comes with you, ejecting hot strings of cum that paint your insides white. He slowly pulls himself out of you and admires how his sperm drips out. He takes his fingers and gently rubs them down your slit, making the cum drip out more. He coats his fingers in it out of amazement (like he hasn’t done it before), collects what fell out, and shoved it back in. You squirm from the slight overstimulation when Jongho pulls from you. He places the dampened fingers in his mouth, tasting the delicious concoction of you and Jongho’s fluids. He hums out in pleasure and quickly leans over to kiss you. You hum in delight at the taste of your honeypot and his warm cum. “I think those actions were much better than words, baby.” He says confidently, and that makes you chuckle and agree with him, still feeling like you’re on Cloud 9.

“Alright now, you had your turn. I want to appreciate my girl too. I would like to agree on your last declaration, but I think she needs a bit more reassurance.” He says, a little too frustrated, probably from the huge print in his dark wash jeans. Jongho raises his hands in surrender and switches places with the oldest.

“Baby, we talked about doubting yourself.” Hongjoong says in a slightly condescending tone. “You are absolutely stunning. You exude beauty in everything you do and touch.” He says as he drags his hands down your thigh. “Do you understand me?” He slides his fingers easily into you when you try to answer. “What was that, sweetheart?” Hongjoong asks. “Yes, si-” You interrupted yourself with a moan as Hongjoong replaces his fingers with his mouth, directly on your clit. You screamed loudly at the contact as your third orgasm hit you fast and unexpectedly.

“Baby, you still haven’t answered my question.” You couldn’t really answer. Your mouth is agape, and your eyes are tightly closed in pleasure as Hongjoong teased your clit with kitten licks, drawing out your high. When you felt that you suffered enough with that movement, he stuck his long tongue into your sex. Of course, his tongue was not as long as his penis, but it always got you ready for what was to come.

He then replaces his tongue with his middle and ring fingers to be able to rise up and see your fucked out expression. Cheeks flushed and warm. Eyes tightly closed with tears on the brink of falling from overstimulation. Breasts bouncing as you huff in the oxygen your body desperately craves. Hands grasping at the sheets. Hongjoong feels that you are so close to coming, and he wants to just to oh so gently tip you over the edge. With his fingers languidly moving inside you, he takes his free hand and places it around your neck, squeezes, and kisses you. You loudly moaned into the kiss, feeling an intense wave of endorphins crash right into you. Thus, marking your fourth orgasm. Hongjoong glides his tongue on yours, allowing you to taste the mix of you, Hongjoong, and Jongho’s cum. He loosens his grip on your neck and leaves it there loosely. He also dramatically slows the speed of his fingers to draw out your high.

“The question is not answered, baby. I am really starting to think that you like this.” His fingers start to move faster again, causing you to close your thighs, but Hongjoong caught on to what you were doing. He caught one of your legs, straightened it, and placed it on his shoulder. Once that’s over yet, he looks at you and winks, then kisses your ankle. “The feeling of my fingers bringing to many orgasms, yeah?” Once again, you didn’t get to answer as he finger fucked you to a point where your legs were shaking, and you felt very wet downstairs.

“Oh fuck, Hyung. You did that?” Jongho says from the chair, rubbing his hard-on lightly to gain some sort of relief from the sight in front of him.

When you managed to come back to Planet Earth, you looked at Hongjoong, who was still looking down at your sex. His arm was drenched, covered with your liquids that didn’t manage to make his black t-shirt darker. The dark blue of his jeans was instantly a much darker shade of indigo. “Hongjoong, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean t-” You say in embarrassment as you think you ruined the mood. “Do it again.” Hongjoong interrupts you.

“Huh?”

“Do it again… with my dick inside of you.” He says as he quickly discards his wet t-shirt, boxer briefs, and jeans to get you to make it rain on him all over again. He moved so fast, it was like a primal switch in him was flipped.

“What are you talking abou-aahhh” You moan as Hongjoong’s dick drilled into you at an unforgiving rate. “Come on. Come on, baby. You can do it, babe.” That is all you hear in your ear as you feel your orgasm coming, and it’s coming fast. Hongjoong puts his hands on your neck, thinking that’ll help. The orgasm came… and it hit you like a truck. You came very loudly, screaming to the top of your lungs. This man really was out here having you tasting colors and seeing stars. Your legs were shaking again, and you grabbed onto the sheets like it was the last thing keeping you here. It didn’t really help, though; the harder you grabbed, the more you felt yourself slip into darkness.

Hongjoong managed to regulate his breathing once again, and he’s back to the fluffy soft boi/demon onstage that you know and love. “Baby, know you are absolutely precious and irreplaceable. You’re ours for a reason. I love you, Y/N.” He proclaimed but didn’t get a response back, “Princess.” He called, laying his head on your chest. He lifts himself up and looks at you. You are asleep with a blissful smirk on your face; just no good to nobody.

“Damn it, Hyung. Did you fuck her unconscious?” Jongho said with a hint of annoyance disguised under concern.

“Jongho, she’s still breathing. She’s asleep.” Hongjoong tells Jongho.

“Can you get her some fresh clothes? I’m going to clean Y/N up and change the sheets.”

“Why do you have to change the –” He looks at the big wet spot under your sleeping form. “Oh, okay.” Hongjoong makes his way to your closet. Jongho lifts you up and places you on the couch that no one uses on the side of the room. He steps out into the bathroom to run you a warm bath. After he proceeds to go to the laundry room and grab a spare set of sheets. He returns with your softest sheets. You usually have a problem with using those. Still, Jongho figured that you should feel special and comfortable when you wake up. He’ll deal with the repercussions later. He strips the bed, places the old sheets by the doorway, and puts the new sheets on.

Once that’s done, Jongho picks you up from the couch, goes to the bathroom, and steps in the warm tub. He easily situates you and him in the large tub. He grabs your loofah and thoroughly cleans you with your favorite coconut and shea butter body wash. You squirm a bit in your sleep from sensitivity and scrunch your nose like a bunny. He finds that absolutely adorable and dabs a tiny amount of suds on your nose. Once he’s done cleansing your body of all bodily fluids, he picks you back up with ease and sits you on the closed toilet lid. While holding you, so you don’t tip over, he grabs a big white fluffy towel and dries you clean.

Jongho proceeds to carry you to the bed, where Hongjoong has your favorite worn-out oversized shirt and sleep shorts. He leaves you with Hongjoong to get dressed while he cleans the water he tracked throughout the hardwood of the room and the bathroom tile. Hongjoong moisturizes your whole body with lightly scented vanilla oil. He feels a little bit bad that he put you to sleep the way he did, but he’s not going to say anything. He’ll fix it in the morning.

Once Hongjoong is done, Jongho has returned, dried and clothed in some cotton basketball shorts and a tank top. Hongjoong goes to take a quick shower, and Jongho puts the dirty sheets in the washing machine. You turn to snuggle in the blanket, but you can’t really do that since you are on the blanket. You manage to get the top half of your body covered, but your bottom half is still exposed. Hongjoong opens the door to reveal himself dressed in some black joggers and a white t-shirt. The boys meet each other at the bed and see you somewhat covered with the blanket diagonally across your body. They look at each other and chuckle softly to ensure that they don’t awaken you.

Jongho lifts you to allow Hongjoong to flip the comforter up. Jongho lightly places you back after he settles behind you, making you the little spoon. Hongjoong turns on the television just to have something playing in the background. He picks Moana and places the remote on the nightstand. He hops in bed, lying to where he is facing you. Jongho hits the desk lamp, and not even fifteen minutes later, the boys were out like a light.

*About 4 in the morning*

You slowly wake up to adjust yourself in the bed. You can’t, why? Because a giant teddy bear has you closely wrapped in his arms, close to your body, and head tucked cozily in your neck. Along with that, a sleeping Minion has his and your legs entangled to where you don’t know where you start, and he ends. You figured that you don’t want to wake them up. They probably have schedules tomorrow. You return to your slumber with a content smile on your face.

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And there you are ✨ i hope you enjoyed the read.

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It takes time/11

Pairing: BTS x Reader

Gene: attempted fluffy, angst, future smut

Warning: none in this chapter unless you count bad words?

Summary: after finally getting the house y/n always wanted, she find a hybrid hiding in an old shed. Unlike most people who find strays, y/n doesn’t turn him into h.c mainly because there was a lot of shady things that happened with the hybrid control in the area.

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(Meanwhile in the Legion of doom 😂 I’m sorry)

“You really think they would allow us near her?” Asked Yoongi. Him and namjoon had been going back and forth about staying at y/n place.

“This cave is just fine.” Yoongi ticked.

“No it is not Yoongi. This cave barely goes into the mountains, and you know very damn well what the storms are like here.” Namjoon stated. He understood why Yoongi and jungkook were not happy that he asked the others to stay there for a while. But what choice did he have. Or that’s what he told himself along with the others. Every time he ran into the others he could smell her scent, it called to him. His instinct wanting him to be closer to her, he had been refusing to be tempted by it. His logic brain over ruled his instincts, and kept himself away, but now that spring was coming along with some of the worst storms...his instinct to find a safe place for his pack was with the rest of them..and her... Namjoon rolled his neck ‘why dose she effect him so much’

Yoongi stood there starting at the earth. He wasn’t happy about namjoon’s choice, but he also knew he had to follow his alpha. He smirked slightly, ‘at least now it will be easier to get to her.’

“The foxes already made it clear they are not letting us any where near her.” He said flatly

Frankly they were staring at jungkook and him when they opposed. Yoongi had seen the way their ear twitched in irritation, how their fist clinched and eyes shifted to their fox. They would put up a fight if Yoongi tried to harm her. ‘This only made this little game more fun’

Namjoon stared at Yoongi. “Yes, but Hobi said he would talk to all of them.”

Yoongi sighed. “I would be surprised if y/n even lets us in after what kookie did.”

Namjoon sighed he would be surprised too really. He pinched the bridge of his nose. She just made everything so complicated. His ear twitched

“Someone is approaching.” His eyes scanned the tree line.

Someone landed right behind both namjoon and Yoongi, causing all three hybrids to just and turn around. Taehyung stood there with a smirk on his face. “Y’all are slipping.”

Taehyung straighten his clothing. He was very happy that he could sneak up on them without any of them noticing.

“Fuck off tae.” Jungkook huffed and sat back down.

“No can do there.” Taehyung said. “You need to get back up.”

Jungkook side eyed him. “Why?”

“Because y/n said you guys are staying with us.” Said Jin as he emerged from the tree line.

All three hybrids look at their brothers with a slight shocked face “are you serious?”

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I was fidgeting, I tried to take in a deep breathe to calm down, but I couldn’t seem to stop. Taehyung had left this morning with Jin to fetch the others. I know I agreed with to this, but I was so nervous... what happened if things get much worse? What if...I shock my head. No no, no thinking like this, must make sure they feel at home and safe until they want to leave. I nodded my head at the thought and went to the kitchen. I was going to make a dinner for them as a welcome gift. To let them know all of forgiven.

Hobi followed me from the room, he hadn’t left my side... even though he was happy his brothers where coming to stay, he made it clear that he wanted to make sure I was really fine with this.

“Hobi you don’t have to hover.” You smiled at him as you mixed the ingredients. Hobi smiled and wrapped his arms around my waist and placed his chin on my shoulder as I worked.

“I just want to make sure you are really okay with this.” He watched my hands intently. “I can feel your uneasiness.”

I sighed and stop. “I admit that I am nervous about all this, but I can’t leave them out there to suffer. I’m not sure how smoothly this will go, but I’m hoping for the best.” I smiled

I started to cook again and Hobi remand attached to me. Hugging even tighter every now and then. “You are to cute you know.”

I blushed “stop I’m trying to work, I want to make sure they have a good meal.”

As I finished up the meal I waited for them to make it back...they had been gone all day. Where they not coming? Did they change their mind?

Jimin seemed to noticed my uneasiness. “Don’t worry, they are coming.” He placed his hand on my shoulder as he gave a reassuring smile.

“You think so?” I asked.

He hugged me. “You are so cute when you worry.”

“WE ARE HOME!” yelled Taehyung as he walked through the front door. My breathe caught in my throat as namjoon, Yoongi and jungkook walked in right after Jin. Yoongi’s eye locked with mine. A slight shiver ran down my spine. Yoongi gave a slight smirk before a frown took its place. Jimin had stepped behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Glad you could make it boys, our little y/n made a welcome to our humble home dinner for you.” Jimin was smirking while the other three glared.

Namjoon eyes slowly lowered to meet mine. “You didn’t have too..”

I smiled. “I know I didn’t, but I wanted everyone to have a good meal.” I was actually felt more confident with Jimin standing right behind me.

Taehyung was grinning as he came to us. “You are so sweet” he placed a kiss on my forehead. “Let’s all eat!”

I could have been mistaken but I could have sworn I heard a low growl.

“I’m sitting next to y/n!” Yelled Hobi who came grabbed my hand and raced to the table.

Hobi and Jin both sat down on either side of me, much to the foxes disappointment. Taehyung sat next to Hobi and Jimin next to jin. Namjoon too the far end of the table.. Yoongi and jungkook refused to sit down and eat with us. Taehyung had showed them their room, which was the farthest from my bedroom. Jin had reassured that he would get them to eat later. I wanted to put up a fight but Jin wouldn’t allow it. Namjoon as soon as he was done took two plates to their room.

“Well that could have been worse.” Said Jin as he sat down on the couch.

“I hope they eat...” I said as I looked towards their room.

Since they had taken that one, the rest will stay in the middle bedroom...or well one will be rooming with me...I gulped.

Jin arm wrapped around my shoulders. “Don’t worry to much, they will behave..”

“We also won’t let them do anything.” Said jimin. He placed his head on my lap.

“I just hopping they are comfortable is all.” I sighed.

Jimin looked up at me as he lifted his hand to rub my cheek. “I’m sure they are.” I smiled down at him and nodded my head. I looked up to see all the other boys smiling.

“What?”

“You seem more comfortable with affection now. Before you use to slightly jump, or shy away from touches.” I looked down at my hands and blushed.

“Why?” Tae asked.

“I’m just not use to it.” I shrugged and started to yawn.

“I think it’s time for bed.” Said Jin, he got up he offered his hand out.

I smiled and grabbed his hand.

“I still don’t see why Jin gets to sleep in her bed first.” Pouted jimin.

“Seeing how this was my idea, it should be me first.” Pouted Tae.

Jin just shook his head and lead us to the bedroom. My heart was pounding. I haven’t had anyone else in my bed in a long time..plus the last time we were alone he kissed me..not that I didn’t like it.

“She needs to sleep with someone that won’t try anything.” Smirked jin as he closed the door.

Says the man THAT KISSED ME. I could hear tae and Jimin start to say something but i couldn’t really hear what they said.

Jin locked the door and turned around.

“I’m going to go change in the bathroom.” I said quickly and darted off. As soon as I shut the door I let out my breathe. After changing into my night shirt and shorts i open the door to head to bed. Jin was sitting on the bed flipping through channels. He looked up as I walked closer. His eyes scanned what I was wearing... lingering on my legs just long enough to make me fidget.

“I would suggest not wearing something like that around the others..if you don’t want them to lose their minds.” He smirked.

I gave him a questioning look. It was just an over size tshirt and shot...I realize just how short the shorts really were as he kept looking. “I can go change..” I turned but Jin jumped and gripped my wrist

“No, it’s fine. I promise I won’t do anything but sleep on my side, I just wanted to give you a heads up. Some of the others control might not be as good as mine.” Jin smiled.

I nodded and looked down at his hand. He let go and stood up.

“I’m going to go take a shower.” I nodded and crawled into bed. Why do I feel like this is going to be a long night..

Yoongi sat in a tree just outside the window...he watched Jin crawled into bed after y/n had passed out. Had he always been sleeping in her bed? He frowned at the thought. This was going to make this a little more difficult, but Yoongi will have his moment. He always got what he wanted

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ch. xxxix - panties

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A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

You walked down to the party after Seonghwa barged into your room and wrap you in one of his white satin button up. You spent 15 minutes arguing with him about how hot you'd feel and him arguing at how people who are not him or the other 7 boys can see your boobs. So you found the middle ground and wore the button up unbuttoned.

When you look around the living area, you see people had starting to fill the place up. You were about to walk off to find one of the boys when an arm wrap around your waist. The sudden feeling made you squeak slightly but when you looked up, you see San smirking down at you, "and where do you think you're going, little lady?" He asked.

You couldn't help but giggle at him, one of your hand going over the arm that's wrapped on your waist while the other tapped San on his cheek, "I'm looking for my date for the night," you answered. He pouted at you, a stark contrast to his sexy charm that he showcased merely seconds ago, "you should just ditch Mingi and hang with me," he whined, face falling to your shoulder and nuzzling against it, his breath hitting the base of your neck, almost making you shudder. If it wasn't for the extra layer Seonghwa forced onto you, you would've been able to feel San directly on your skin.

"Sweetie, you've got your beer pong champion title to hold and Mingi promised he'll whack nasty bitches with a machete," you told him, trying to hold your ground. San detached his face from your shoulder to stare at you with a raised eyebrow, "you hung out with Yeosang too much,"

San chuckled at himself before patting your butt to usher you off to find Mingi, "if coconut tree bored you, I'll be around here," he grinned brightly at you.

Before you walked off, you looked around to make sure the coast is clear, you leaned closer to San and peck his lips lightly, "I'll miss you," you giggled, running off before San could react.

It didn't took long for you to find Mingi, you could see him from the entrance door. You pushed your way through and sneaked behind him with a teasing grin on your face. He was preoccupied, talking with who you recognized as his classmate. You slowly reached your hand into his, immediately interlocking your fingers together.

"Excuse me, I'm waiting for my girl- hey!" he was about to tell you off, not knowing it was you until he looked back and see you grinning widely at him. "Aww, you weren't gonna let anyone get close to you," you teased. He pulled you into his arms and peck your head softly with full affection before introducing you to his friend.

Surprisingly, you didn't hate the party, you even had a great time. You caught up with your dorm mates, asking them how they are, even some of your classmates made an appearance.

Three drinks in, you started buzzing, your inhibition definitely lowered. Mingi had to give you water to at least make sure you'd be okay.

Somewhere along dancing with Mingi, your eyes darted to San who's on the couch. The way his breath fan against your neck was still fresh and the added adrenaline just left you wanting more.

"Gi, I'm gonna go and hang with San, okay?" you told Mingi after pulling him down to talk directly next to his ear. He nodded and walked off, telling you he's gonna catch up with Yunho.

At first, you kept dancing on your own, hips swaying and body rolling. You'd let Seonghwa's shirt drop slightly to expose your shoulder, all the while staring at San.

Soon enough he had his gaze on you, no longer focusing on the conversation he had with his friend on the couch. He had a satisfied smirk plastered on his face, as if taunting you, urging you to move on with your movement.

You decided to walk over to him, swaying your hips with each step to intensify his want on you. When you got in front of him, you pretended to drop the red solo cup in your hand.

"Oops," you said mockingly, turning around and reaching down with your ass up in the air, showing what's beneath your skirt. San gasped audibly when the visual of your bare pussy entered his range of vision.

San was about to jump up and grab you when you skillfully evade him, running off in the direction of the upstairs bathroom. You stopped mid-way to look back at San. True to what you had expected, he was trailing behind you, a dark look in his eyes, looking a lot like a predator ready to pounce on its prey.

You squeaked and rush off to hide in the bathroom before San could catch you. But you weren't fast enough as when your feet stepped off the stairs of the top floor, San grabbed you by your waist and drag you to his bedroom instead.

Once inside, he slammed you against the door and pinned you onto the door. He had his hands holding your wrists above your head and his right knee pressing against your crotch tightly, making you moan.

"You dirty slut, you think you can tease me just like that? And flashing your pussy so freely without a care? You didn't think others could see?" he growled, one of his hands moved south to flip your skirt up, showcasing your wet pussy to him.

He licked his lips and drop down, "There are only 8 men allowed to see and taste this pussy, you understand?" as his knees hit the ground, his hands moved to hold your thighs open for him. You dropped your gaze to see the way San was hungrily licking his lips, his breathing laboured in what you could discern as excitement.

Without wasting any more time, San dove right in and began lapping you up like a starved man. Your eyes rolled back when he nibbled on your clit and his skilful tongue ran along your slit, occasionally dipping itself into your hole.

Your hands instinctively reached downwards, wanting to anchor yourself on his shoulder or his hair. But to your dismay, as your hands brushed gently on the sides of his head, he growled and slapped your hands away.

San detached his mouth from you briefly, staring at you with an annoyed look, "you better keep your hands on your side, slut, or else I won't let you cum," he said through gritted teeth. You gulped at how authoritative he asserted himself, you couldn't do anything but nod and obeyed him.

During his ministration on your lower lips, you tried your best to keep your hands on your sides. You wanted to grind your pussy on his face so bad, wishing he'd just move quickly and make you a cumming mess. But no, he decided he wanted to take his time with you.

He slipped two fingers in slowly as he licked a stripe from your hole to your clit excruciatingly slowly. You couldn't help but moan loudly at the feeling San gave you. He seemed to enjoy getting reactions out of you as he continuously thrust his fingers slowly all the while letting his tongue ran slowly.

With the way your hips tried to seek more from him, he knew you were trying to chase your high quicker. But he wasn't gonna let you do that.

As your head spun from the pleasure combined with the need to get off, San detached himself from you completely. The sudden movement almost made you slump weakly to the floor.

"San, what the hell!?" you protested, eyes glaring dagger at San who had managed to unbuckle his belt, letting his jeans drop lowly on his hips as you were processing what had just happened. He sat on his bed comfortably with a grin on his face. His tight white shirt hugged his arms snuggly, it stretched tighter as his hand moved to free himself from its confines.

"Hop your pretty ass and bounce yourself like a good little slut you are," the innocent grin adorning his face was in sharp contrast to the words leaving his mouth. It almost made you feel filthy. Almost.

Without even bothering to undress completely, you tug the shirt Seonghwa lent you and pull your top upwards, spilling your boobs out while situating yourself on top of San's lap. The tip of his leaking cock is pressed against your hole, making you shudder. But the man beneath you seemed to have more self-composure than you thought as he merely snickered at your neediness.

"Alcohol got the best of you, babe?" he raised an eyebrow at you teasingly. You rolled your eyes at him but you weren't about to just let yourself falter in his hands.

You squeezed your boobs with your hand, arching your back so his line of sight is directly on the flesh of your chest. You didn't miss the way his tongue dart out to lick his dry bottom lips, eyes staring at your eyes hungrily. San is a boob man, no one can deny that.

"Titties got the best of you, babe?" you mocked, using his own words against him.

"Pretty slut got some mouth on her, huh?" he cooed, face leaning forward to connect his lips with yours. Or that's what you thought.

As you close your eyes when you thought you both were going to kiss, he surprised you by slapping the side of your left boob, making you gasp. He didn't stop there, he grabbed them harshly and kneaded with such ferocity. Soon, his lips joined in giving attention to your chest. He trailed around the soft flesh, leaving red marks that bordered on turning purple in their wake.

Whilst San was preoccupied with your tits, you sneakily tried to shove him inside you. You even had half the mind to just fuck yourself on him.

But as soon as his tip hit your entrance, he halted his movements. You froze when he slowly lifted his head to look you straight into your eyes. The sight of his saliva connecting from his tongue on your slicked up, marked chest almost made you whimper. But you were too nervous about what San might do to you.

He let out a low chuckle, "you think you can take control here, baby?" he asked. Your eyes widened and you let out a soft squeak when his hands trailed from your reddened chest to your ass, smacking them hard to the point that you jolted up in surprise.

Even so, you could feel the juice leaking from your hole and it probably dripped down on San's cock. Which means he was probably aware of how much turned on you are.

Without wasting any more time, Sand flipped you to the mattress on your back and before you could even process the new position, San managed to spread your legs widely and plunged himself deep in you.

The both of you moaned loudly when both of your hips met. The slick from your pussy allowed him to slip in you without much trouble.

For a while, San just kept himself buried inside you, feasting his eyes on the visual of you squirming due to his cock inside you. He was beyond proud of himself for being able to drove you to this state and of you for taking him so well.

San leaned down to connect his lips and yours together. Compared to the treatment he had been giving you, his kiss was full of love and affection. You could feel it in the way his lips moved and the way his hands cupped your face so possessively.

His hips began to move not long after. The pace was initially slow but he made sure that each thrust hit you deep, hips meeting whilst he enjoyed the way you enveloped him and you enjoyed the way he's moving in you.

"S-sannie," you called out against his lips to which he only moaned in response. His soft lips almost made you forget what you were going to say to him, but when he hit a particular spot that made you gasp, you remembered.

"San-nie, m-more," you whined, "faster, harder, make me cum," you plead against his lips, nibbling on his bottom lip to get your point across.

A low grumble emitted from his chest, "god, I can't say no to you,"

That was all you heard before he straightened his position. He folded your legs and push them against your chest. His eyes took one last look on you, lips puffy and eyes watching, anticipating his next moves with an excited glint.

He threw you a soft smile briefly before his demeanour suddenly changed. He began thrusting at an animalistic pace. You'd assume he had just remembered about his own boner and is now working to get himself off after being too focused on you for so long.

Lewd squelching sound resonated in the room from where you both were connected. Your chest heaved, your body succumbed to the pleasure San was giving you.

"Sannie," you called, whining. one of your hands reached forward, trying to motion for him to connect your lips again.

San seemed to understand what you meant as he immediately propped himself on his arms next to your head. His hips stayed still as his lips melded again with yours. For some reason the feeling of his lips on yours made you feel safe.

His tongue slipped in your mouth to poke teasingly at yours, making you giggle slightly at his playfulness even in such an intimate position. He'd move his hips slowly with the rhythm of his lips on yours from time to time, but he was mostly focused on kissing you.

Though the kissing felt nice, the way his dick moved inside you every time he shifted just intensified your need for him to drive you to a cumming mess. So you took matters into your own hands.

You began rolling your hips to get more friction, building your high so you can have your release soon enough. Because the alcohol and San drove your inside burning with need.

San chuckled against your lips at your pitiful attempt at using his dick to get yourself off.

"Pathetic," he muttered lowly. Somehow him degrading you like that only made your heart beat faster. He pulled his face back slightly and drop a chaste kiss on your nose, "let me take care of you,"

With his last word, he anchored his hands on your hips and resumed thrusting into you hard. Though he himself also needed the release, he put your needs before him.

"You better cum first, baby, and you better cum fast," he groaned.

Your hands found themselves on San's slim waist, your nails scraping pretty red lines on San's skin. You'd love nothing more than to let your tongue trace over them for hours.

But you snapped out of your trance when you felt something building inside you. With San's continuous assault on that one spot, you moaned loudly, alerting San of your oncoming climax. He simply smirked at you with pride, he grabbed your right leg and drop it to his shoulder as he pushed your left leg to the side, opening yourself even more.

San shifted his hips slightly and was satisfied when you squealed loudly, eyes rolling back, and back arching beautifully. The new angle and position of your legs made your thighs quake. His tip kept grazing you so wonderfully with a ferocity unmatched.

Finally, at the last stroke of his dick inside you, you came whilst repeating San's name continuously as if that's the only word you know.

Knowing he was the one who fucked the soul out of you help San with his own high. He looked down and as he saw your juice leaked out from the hole he was filling, he came deep inside you. Your breath hitched and you shuddered when you felt his warm cum filling you.

San stayed still for a while until he was sure he fully unloaded in you. When he felt he couldn't possibly unload more, he pulled out of you with a satisfied grin on his face.

When he saw his cum trickled out of you, he chuckled. "God, if it weren't for the fact that we have a party going on downstairs, I would've made you keep that all in," he said whilst cleaning you up with the tissue he got from Yunho's desk.

Once cleaned, he helped you up and you both fixed your clothes to make yourselves look more presentable. San flitted his eyes to you for a second and giggled. He leaned to you and peck your lips softly, "you're fucking adorable," he said, making you giggle too.

You both exited the room together, hands laced by both of your pinkies as you both walked downstairs and towards the beer pong table to just watch the 'tournament'.

You waited by the beer pong table with Yeosang sticking closely by you, watching as Jongho, who had taken San's place, and Wooyoung defend their title of beer pong champion, San lingered next to them both to see whether or not he could sub in. Though when you averted your gaze to the room inside for a bit, you saw familiar faces among the crowd, nearing the stairs that lead to the rooms upstairs.

"Sangie," you called out, catching the boy's attention. He leaned his ear closer to your mouth so he could hear better, "I'm gonna check on someone inside for a bit, okay?" you told him before sauntering inside with his approval.

Without wasting any time soon, you caught the hand of the person you recognized, "what are you two doing here?" you hissed.

The girl whose hand you caught scoffed, "this is an open party, anyone and everyone is welcome," she smiled sarcastically. You rolled your eyes at her, "anyone who's not a psycho, Jinhee, and where's the other one?" you asked, noticing that there were only two of them.

They looked at each other before the other one replied to you, "She's... doing some reflecting of her action," Sunhee shrugged.

Her vague answer made you smirk, "you mean, you two drop her because she managed to get you two dropped out of the sorority?"

At the reminder of the humiliating event, Sunhee snarled and took ahold of the back of your hair, pulling it harshly so that your grip on Jinhee loosened and your head fell back, making you groan.

"Listen here, skank, you were at fault too and I'm not gonna let you off that easy, that sorority was gonna give me a huge social standing boost and now we're the campus' pariahs, I had to opt to off-campus housing and that destroyed my whole scheduled, and you're gonna pay for making us suffer," she growled angrily at you. You couldn't even answer her or even properly process what she's saying to you as her grip was so tight and her nails were clawing at your scalp.

Her grip had only tightened, but luckily, Wooyoung came rushing in, pulling her off you harshly to the side. He didn't even care that Sunhee practically flew off to the side due to his strength. All he saw was red when he realized that Sunhee was trying to hurt you.

His hands immediately cup your face, eyes filled with worry, "you okay, baby? Did that psycho hurt you?" he asked, eyes looking everywhere to make sure that you're really okay. You smiled lightly at him, "yeah, I'm fine, Woo,"

Wooyoung's soft eyes immediately turned dark as he glared at the two girls. A small crowd had begun to form around where you four were standing around, "you two got a lot of nerve coming here and harassing my girlfriend again after trash number 1 here ruined her dorm room," he spat. The way he used 'girlfriend' so possessively made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

The crowd began whispering at Wooyoung's words. Both Jinhee and Sunhee's eyes widened as well. Wooyoung faked a surprised expression at everyone's response, "oops, guess they didn't know there's a vandal and a sex criminal walking amongst them," he smirked.

As the crowd gasped in shock, Wooyoung took your hand in his gently and tug you back towards the beer pong table in the backyard.

Curious, you looked back towards the two girls you both had just left. You saw the both of them glaring at you and Wooyoung but somehow you felt that it was targeted mostly at you. You felt anger in their glare but other than that, there's something else. It made you nervous. You could only hope they won't jump on you on the streets.

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