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Summary: Haruto really wants Haneul to be his partner for his Halloween costume after Daehyun drops out. Unfortunately for him, Haneul was already asked by someone else. Pairing: Haneul x Miyoung (OCs) // Haeyoung x Aerum (OCs) // mentions of Daehyun x Chunhua (OCs) Tropes: hybrid au, (pre) idiots to lovers Genre: fluff, humor, suggestive, angst Rating: PG 13 Warnings: language, parties, alcohol, Haneul being no thoughts head empty, jokes about Haruto being in his whore phase, mentions of sex Word Count: 4,656 Note: this is late but whatever 🤪 there are text screenshots please note that below both there is more written!! Thank you to @sanjoongie for beta reading 🤍

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Before You Interact

“What do you mean you can’t anymore?” Haruto whines into the phone.

“It means that I can’t come to the party tonight. Chunhua is having a… rough… night, and I need to be here for her.” Daehyun reiterates through the phone.

“You can’t ditch?” “My wife? Absolutely not. I like sleeping in my bed. I understand you’re in your manwhore phase, but some people are married and have commitments that are above parties.”

The King Charles Poodle hybrid lets out a semi-playful growl, “That was a low blow, dude.”

The Basenji on the other end of the call lets out a small chuckle, “My brother, who may I remind you, was a fuck boy as long as he was able to be, is able to settle down and be a dad now. If he can do it, you can too.”

If his costume didn’t require Daehyun for it to make sense, it wouldn’t be a big deal. But Daehyun was going to be Dr. Jekyll, and he was going to be a sexy version of Mr. Hyde. The costume wouldn’t make sense without the Basenji hybrid.

“Imagine being already married at 21; I could never.” He teases, “You’re sure you can’t come? Without you, I’m just a slut.” He tries one last time.

“You know all too well that Hua and I are mates, so we didn’t need to wait to get married. And about you being a slut… well…” Daehyun draws out.

“Hey!”

“You kind of-” Daehyun gets cut off mid-sentence. “Hua, I’ll be right over, I promise.” He tells his wife, “As I was saying, you kind of are a-”

“Bro!” Haruto growls, “Fine, I’ll go ask Haneul if he’s willing to escape his mountain of textbooks to go with me.”

“Good luck!”

With that, Haruto hangs up the phone and sets out to find Haneul somewhere in the apartment. There could only really be two places the Samoyed hybrid could be in their shared home. Haneul is either in his bedroom or in the kitchen. There’s never an in-between. Venturing down the hall, he knocks on his best friend’s bedroom door and waits for a response. Haruto pops his head through the door when he hears the Samoyed make a rather noncommittal noise to call him in.

Haneul is standing, staring at his bed. More specifically, the bottle of fur dye on his bed next to an all-black outfit. The outfit is comprised of black slacks and a black button-up. That on its own isn’t what makes the outfit stand out. It’s the black leather collar that has round flat silver studs on it and a black leather harness that would go across his back and around his shoulders. Additionally, there are cuffs that match the collar for each of his wrists. They aren’t connected, but it’s very far from anything Haruto has ever seen his friend wear. Typically the slightly older puppy hybrid is wearing a hoodie and some sort of loose pants.

“I just need to fucking commit to it.” Haneul grumbles mostly to himself.

“You good dude?”

“Peachy- I mean!” he stops himself and shakes his head, “I’m fine. What’s up?”

Haruto narrows his eyes at the Samoyed but continues anyway, “Apparently, Hua is having a rough night, and Daehyun won’t go to that party with me. Can you please be Dr. Jekyll? I need you to do it! I’ll just look like a slut if I don’t have Dr. Jekyll to my sexy Mr. Hyde.” he explains.

“You kinda are a-“

“Not you too!” Haruto whines.

“Hate to burst your bubble,” Haneul starts with a sigh, looking back to the ensemble on his bed. “Mi asked me to do a costume with her already…” he lets his signature smile grace his face, and his tail starts wagging, “She chose the styling… clearly… I just need to put this temporary coloring on my ears and tail to make me a grey wolf instead of a white pup.”

“Give it to me!” Haruto beams, “I’ve watched Zumi dye hair so many times I’m practically a professional hairdresser!”

Haneul should’ve questioned it. He absolutely should’ve done it on his own. Against his better judgment, he lets his King Charles Poodle friend do it for him. If Haruto does it, he can’t chicken out the moment the product gets near his pure white fur.

It doesn’t take long to get Haneul seated and his fur dyed. As much as he’s panicking internally, thanks to his father’s incessant worry of keeping his fur clean as a child, he doesn’t show it outwardly. Haruto, on the other hand, is having the time of his life. He had offhandedly said he’d take a random sheet in the apartment and be a Greek God instead of sexy Mr. Hyde. Haneul immediately teases him, saying he’s just changing the font of slut he is for the night. Once they get the product rinsed out and Haneul suffers through the hairdryer, the two go their separate ways to get dressed.

“There’s no way in any universe I can pull this off.” Haneul sighs, looking at the outfit again.

As much as he trusts his best friend, he isn’t too sure about this one. She asked him to be the big bad wolf for her Little Red Riding Hood costume. He can never say no to those big sparkly eyes. He lets out another exasperated sigh as he gets dressed. Once he fights through figuring out the harness (who made those things so hard), he looks at himself in the mirror. He left a few buttons undone, per Miyoung’s instructions. As much as he doesn’t think it works for him, he still snaps a few pictures for Miyoung’s obligatory Halloween post later in the week.

A knock sounds on his door, and he already knows it’s his roommate and best friend. When he opens the door, he’s met with the sigh of exactly what he expected. Haruto is poorly half-wrapped in a white sheet. He, of course, made sure half of his chest was exposed to show off his muscles.

“Dude, you look fucking hot.” Haruto blurts out, “I don’t swing that way, but goddamn…”

“Thanks?” Haneul responds.

“That’s not why I came over here, though. Did you and Miyoung finally fess up?”

“No, why would we-”

“There’s my big bad wolf!” Miyoung’s voice floats into the space.

“Hey, Little Red.”

Haneul practically melts when she bounces her way over to him. The most fond smile grows on his face, and he fixes her hood, which had gotten caught on one of her tan bunny ears. Then he lets his hand fall to her hip. Miyoung’s costume was definitely not safe for work Little Red Riding Hood. Her top was practically just a low-cut white sports bra. Her chest could very easily fall out of it at any point. A black leather band runs around the bottom of her “top”, which only serves to make her chest look more full. The skirt she’s wearing is so small that it may as well not be there. The red silk barely covers her ass, and the small red biker shorts underneath are the only thing covering her modesty. Her bunny tail peaks out through the red silk. The silky red hooded cape rests over her shoulders and drapes down her back just until the top of the skirt. To finish off her ensemble, she has black leather thigh-high boots that have the thinnest heels on them that bring her up to just below Haneul’s chin rather than his chest, where she normally reaches. Her basket was a small black purse that likely only fits her phone and lipstick in it.

The costume is definitely going to be the death of Haneul, or at least his sanity, by the end of the night.

“Not dating, my ass.” Haruto grumbles to himself, “I’m heading out. If you two don’t make it to the party, I don’t want to know what roleplay you two get up to.”

“‘Ruto!” Miyoung gasps, “We’re just friends.”

“And I can smell.” he chuckles back, “I subscribe to the idea that Aerum has. You two are mates in denial.”

After a bit of bickering, the three of them end up heading to the party together. Parties have never been Haneul’s thing. They’re too loud. There are too many smells. Overall, they are not an enjoyable experiences for him. This one, though, he thinks he can manage his way through it. That’s what he tells himself. Until the moment they walk through the door, he immediately sees his baby sister and wants to scream. Her costume isn’t scary. She’s just a cryptid. It’s the way in which she fashioned it. She has runes drawn on her face, black lipstick, and a pair of pale grey contacts in her eyes. The issue arises with her outfit itself. Aerum wrapped herself in gauze and toilet paper, making sure to bind herself in a way that her chest was definitely an eye-catcher, and only wrapped her lower half enough to cover a bit below her butt. Her long fluffy white tail is fully out. Her entire mid is exposed, but she has gauze wrapping her arms until just above her elbows.

“Miyoung!” the younger Samoyed hybrid beams, “You look so good!”

Miyoung giggles and hugs her friend back, “You look so good! When you said cryptid, I didn’t know what you were planning! Is Haeyoung around here somewhere?”

Aerum nods, “My pretty little specter should be floating around somewhere. She’s probably monopolizing the snacks right now.”

Aerum lets her gaze fall past her bunny friend to see her older brother. She sarcastically gasps, then her eyes widen, processing that his fur is dark grey instead of white.

“Dad’s gonna kill you!”

“Me?” Haneul emphasizes his question, “He’s gonna kill you when he sees your costume.”

“You dyed your fur!”

“It’s temporary. At least I’m not dressed… scandalously…”

“It’s the one time a year a girl can be a total slut and not get judged for it!” She yells back over the music.

Haruto comes sauntering over a moment later with Haeyoung in tow. Just as her girlfriend had suspected, Haeyoung had about four cookies in her hands. The Shiba hybrid immediately attaches herself to her Samoyed girlfriend and offers her one of the treats. Haeyoung’s interpretation of a specter is just as… creative… as her girlfriend’s interpretation of a cryptid. It suits the two puppies, though.

“Ya know…” Haruto says, a drunk slur already present in his voice. “If you two need a third, I’m always fair game to-”

Haneul bares his canines at his tipsy friend, “Finish that sentence, and I’ll chop your dick off.”

“That’s fucking nasty, Haruto! Why would I want to fuck you!” Aerum gags playfully, “You probably got some sort of STD with how many people you fuck.” she adds to her teasing comment.

Haneul ends up letting out a low growl to express his distaste for both his sister’s costume choice and his friend’s comment. Miyoung reaches up and scratches the back of his head, making the puppy hybrid instantly melt. In the end, Miyoung drags her big bad wolf around between getting drinks and dancing. Just as Haneul expected, her costume is going to be the death of him. Miyoung’s heat ended a few weeks ago, but with how the two of them are interacting, mixed with a bit of alcohol, he wouldn’t be surprised if she sent him into an early rut.

While dancing, Miyoung turns around in his hold and wraps her arms around his neck to pull him down to her. At first, he thinks she’s about to kiss him, but she doesn’t. She puts her lips against his ear.

“Are you okay? You seem a little spacy.”

Haneul melts a little at how attentive she is to him, “I think,” he starts, voice slipping into the start of a growl, “we should head home.”

Miyoung’s sweet peach scent goes a hair’s width sweeter. Haneul smirks and pulls her closer to him.

“Shall we be off then?”

“What about ‘Ruto?” Miyoung questions.

“He said one of his friends would be here tonight… I don’t think he’s coming home any time soon.”

That’s the last thing Miyoung can remember when she wakes up. She’s certain that something had to have happened last night, judging by the fact that she’s sore and wearing one of Haneul’s shirts. Looking to the other side of the bed, she sees Haneul still fast asleep. He didn’t seem to wash out the temporary coloring last night. His fluffy ears are still the same shade of dark grey they were last night at the party. She nudges him, but the large puppy hybrid doesn’t move. A series of notifications pop up on his phone. Normally, Miyoung doesn’t check his phone, but she knew that recently his family group chat has been rather active. Deciding it would be better to check and wake him up if it’s important, she looks at his phone. She shouldn’t have.

Tears well up in her eyes. Why does her chest feel so empty? She feels dirty. Haneul made it very clear he’s not serious with this girl yet. Just by the way she texts him, though, she can tell this girl really likes him. Wiping away her tears before they can fall, she shoves the puppy hybrid. He groans and rolls closer to her.

“Stay and cuddle for a bit, Mi.” His voice is still laced with sleep.

“I don’t think I should.” Miyoung says rather weakly, “Don’t you have plans today?”

“Yeah, to cuddle you all day.” He responds, voice dripping with affection despite his still sleepy state.

“You’re sure? No dates or anything?” She prods.

“Just dinner at my parents’ house… I have plenty of time until then.” He wakes up just enough to give her a suspicious look.

“You should check your texts.” She says flatly.

Miyoung gets out of bed, finds her Halloween costume pieces around the room, and puts them in a bag. She has a drawer of her clothes in his room, and even though they do smell like him, she reluctantly changes into a pair of sweatpants and a sweater. Miyoung doesn’t look at Haneul when she walks out of his room. The guilt of sleeping with him is already enough as it is. Having to see his confused and potentially hurt face before walking out would only make it worse.

Whipping out her own phone, she immediately calls Aerum. As odd as it is to call her, given that she’s Haneul’s younger sister, she knows that between her and her girlfriend, she’d get her mind off of whatever just happened.

“Good morning?” Haeyoung answers.

“Youngie…” Miyoung sighs.

“Say no more. I’ll wake up Aerum and be ready with some tea for you when you get here.”

“Thanks…” the bunny hybrid responds, still clearly upset.

“Of course, I think your sister might be coming over in a little bit to hang out. Do you want me to text her and tell her there’s a change of plans?”

Miyoung shakes her head as if Haeyoung could see her, “It’s okay, she’ll hear about it eventually anyway.”

“Call me when you get here, okay?” The Shiba requests.

“Mkay… thank you, Haeyoung.”

Haeyoung hums in response before they say their goodbyes. Luckily Aerum’s apartment is no more than a 10-minute walk from Haneul’s. Jeno made sure of that when he gifted his daughter her apartment. When he had gifted Haneul his, he made sure it wasn’t too far from school or from home. As independent as he made his kids, he wanted them to know that he was always there for them. When Miyoung arrives at the younger Samoyed’s apartment, she shoots Haeyoung a text, and a moment later, the bunny hybrid is enveloped in a hug. It’s not either puppy hybrid. The scent of a caramel latte fills her nose. Chaewon.

“I don’t know what that dumb dog did, but I’m ready to hunt him down if I need to.” Her younger sister ensures.

“Chae…” Miyoung starts, “I know you came to hang out with Aerum and Haeyoung, but-”

“None of that!” The younger bunny interrupts, “You’re my big sister, and you need someone to talk to. I’m your no-bullshit set of ears. You need me right now.”

Aerum comes trudging out of her bedroom, still clearly hungover still. Her hair is a mess, and the fur of her ears sticks out in every direction. Haeyoung is much more put together. The Shiba hybrid happily bounces beside her taller girlfriend. Her sweet orange scent fills the space and mingles with Aerum’s dessert wine scent. Of course, Miyoung’s typically sweet peachy scent is soured with her emotional state.

“I’m making coffee.” Aerum grumbles, “Then we plan on how to castrate my brother.”

Haeyoung giggles and kisses Aerum’s cheek, “You do that. We’ll be in the living room.”

Just as the two bunny hybrids sit down across from the cheery Shiba, Miyoung’s phone starts to ring. Her anxiety spikes at the idea that it could be Haneul trying to call and explain himself, but then she sees the caller ID, and it’s just her dad. Miyoung takes a deep breath and accepts the call.

“Hey, Dad.” She does her best to sound cheery.

“Hi, Mimi, how are you feeling?” Her dad hears right through her fake tone.

“I’m-” She takes a breath, “I’m okay, Dad. What’s up?”

“I know you’re more likely to answer the phone than your sister. I just wanted to let you know we’re planning to have dinner with the Lees tonight since your mom and I both have off tomorrow.”

Both her parents work in the local hospital. Her dad, Jaemin, is a pediatric surgeon. Her mom is a pediatric psychiatrist. The two of them both work their asses off to make sure all four of their kids have the best life they can.

“O-okay, Dad. I’ll let Chae know.”

“I love you, Mimi!” Her dad sings.

“I love you too, Dad.”

As she hangs up, she already feels her sister’s eyes on her. The slightly younger bunny is nosy, as can be. Another one of ‘the kids’, as their parents call them, who believe that she and Haneul are actually mates.

“We’re going to Jeno’s for dinner tonight.” She informs the tan and white bunny hybrid.

“Tonight?” Chaewon questions, “I thought that Mom and Dad had a night shift?”

“Apparently not.” Miyoung grumbles.

The older bunny drops her head into her hands. Her floppy tan ears fall down against her arms, swishing lightly against her skin. Aerum walks in and sees her friend’s distressed state. She doesn’t say a word until she’s sat beside her girlfriend and takes another sip of her coffee.

“So… you just came from Haneul’s.” The Samoyed hybrid observes.

“Don’t.” Miyoung warns, “I know damn well that I smell like him.”

“Wanna tell us what happened?”

Miyoung lets out an exasperated sigh and sits back on the couch. Recounting what happened over the night (of what she can remember), and this morning, she doesn’t look at any of the younger hybrids in the room. The ceiling seems far more interesting right now. Chae’s eyes are trained on her, her fingers playing with the white tips of her bunny ears. Haeyoung is just as focused, though. It’s as if the cogs are turning at full speed in her head. As a criminal justice and law major, she’s great at dissecting a situation, even with only one side of the story. Aerum, on the other hand, is typing something out at rapid speeds onto her phone.

“So…” Haeyoung breaks the silence after Miyoung’s anecdote, “Did you let him explain?”

“No.” The eldest bunny admits, “I wanted to get out of there as fast as possible. I completely ignored Haruto walking down the hallway when I was leaving.”

Miyoung looks to Aerum and sees the older puppy hybrid thinking deeply while looking into her coffee. There was a 50/50 chance that she would lecture her about how she should just accept that she and Haneul are mates.

“Maybe you should trust him. My brother’s an idiot. Believe me, I know. But, he loves you. If he promises that they aren’t serious, then you shouldn’t feel guilty for sleeping with him. If they were serious, he wouldn’t have slept with you.”

“And if we’re being honest… he always chooses you over the girls he talks to or dates. You’re his best friend at the end of the day, even if you do sleep together on occasion.” Chaewon adds, “Yeah, we’ll have to suffer through dinner a little bit tonight, but remember, he really does care about you more than anyone else in the world.”

Miyoung nods, and the four of them fall into calm conversation. The oldest of the group couldn’t be more thankful for her friends and sister.

Chaewon ends up driving her older sister back to her dorm to let her get properly ready for dinner. Even as she gets herself ready, Miyoung has no idea why this morning’s interaction bothered her so much. Haneul didn’t even remember he had a date with the girl, so why was she worried about upsetting her? It shouldn’t bother her. They aren’t dating. Hell, they’re barely even sleeping together (when you don’t include her heat or Haneul’s rut). Shaking her head, she finishes getting ready, only to notice a text from her best friend.

She waits not even five minutes until the large puppy hybrid sends her another text saying he arrived outside her dorm building. The moment she gets downstairs, she’s met with his bright smile and (still grey) fluffy ears. There’s a subtle bit of tension still in the air when she climbs into the passenger seat of the vehicle. Haneul’s typically strong mint scent is almost dull, and Miyoung knows her sweet peach scent is still the slightest bit sour.

“How was your date?” Miyoung asks once the car is in motion.

“I didn’t go… I told Sanghee it was probably best if we didn’t start dating officially.” Haneul admits.

“Why? I thought you liked her? She seemed like she really liked you too.” The bunny hybrid questions.

“I don’t think I’m ready to date. I should focus on my education and my friends.”

Miyoung doesn’t respond. It seems to be a response that the older hybrid always has when he goes through a breakup or stops talking to someone. He’s either not ready to date, or he wants to focus on a different part of his life. The only common denominator in the situation is Miyoung.

“You’re dad’s gonna kill you.” Miyoung teases lightly after a bit of silence.

“I already accepted that… I can’t believe I let Haruto dye my hair. I bet he didn’t even read the instructions right.”

After a bit of awkward tension, the two friends finally fall back into their rhythm and chat the whole way to the Lee household. Once they arrive at Haneul’s family home, they quickly discover that, yet again, they’re the last to arrive. Miyoung immediately notices her dad’s car in the driveway. The comforting smell of her home gently wafts the air as she passes by it. In front of it is Aerum’s car. Her bent bumper is a telltale sign that it’s definitely hers. Haneul walks ahead and opens the door to allow Miyoung to walk in first.

Her father practically shouts her name in the most loving tone before wrapping his arms around her. He barrages her with questions about how she’s doing and how everything has been going this year at university. As the eldest of four, he’s naturally very worried about her moving away from home. Her three younger siblings are in the living room with Aerum. The seventeen-year-old twins, Chaewon and Seojun, are bickering as they always do. Meanwhile, the ever-logical thirteen-year-old Hyejin is sitting beside Haneul’s nineteen-year-old sister Aerum, trying to peacefully read a book despite the chaos around her.

“Your fur!” Jeno’s voice pierces through the air.

“Dad, I swear-” Haneul starts.

“Why is your fur grey?” His dad questions.

Haneul sighs, “Miyoung was Little Red Riding Hood at a party last night and wanted me to be the Big Bad Wolf… I kinda let Haruto use Aerum’s extra temporary dye on my fur.”

“Temporary?” The youngest Samoyed hybrid questions, “Haneul! You fucking idiot! That’s a permanent dye!”

Silence falls across the living area. Jeno’s smooth pine scent goes sharp with stress. After all the years of protecting his childrens’ snowy white fur from markers and paint, they still both managed to mess up the coloring.

“I’ll have ‘Ruto text Azumi tomorrow… I’m sure she can fix it…” Haneul offers.

“Enough of your worrying, pup.” Haneul’s mother voices, “Dinner’s ready.”

The two families sit around the table, catch up on life, and float through conversations. Having dinners with both families has been a tradition since before any of the kids were born and continues even now that three out of the six of them are adults. Soon enough, the inevitable question comes.

“You have any pictures from this party?” Miyoung’s mother asks, “You two doing a costume together is so sweet!”

“Um…” Miyoung starts, “I do…”

“Let’s see!” Haneul’s mother adds.

“Mom… this was a college party…” Haneul reminds her, “I don’t think-”

“We know how college costume parties work… we were both in college once!” Miyoung’s mother interrupts him.

“Babe, please… don’t do this to me.” Jaemin says with a slightly tense voice.

Miyoung lets out a sigh and then looks to her best friend. Haneul just shrugs.

“Don’t say we didn’t warn you.” The tan bunny hybrid sighs again, pulling up the pictures on her phone.

“Oh! Those are… quite the costumes.” Her mother immediately comments.

Jeno happened to glance over at the screen just as his friend’s wife scrolls to a picture of the five hybrids that had attended last night’s party.

“Lee Aerum?!” He yells out in frustration.

Aerum nearly choked on a chunk of beef, “Miyoung said she tried to warn you guys!”

“My baby pup…” Jeno groans in defeat.

“Chae, Jinnie…” Jaemin sounds as if he’s about to have a mental breakdown, “Please tell me you’ll never do that to me.”

Seojun nudges his dad, “Why didn’t you include me in that, Dad?” The grey bunny hybrid questions.

“You’re not like-” Jeno clears his throat, “I trust you not to act wild once you become an adult.”

“I’m only thirteen, Dad.” Hyejin states matter-of-factly.

“I-” Jaemin interrupts himself, “I can’t win, can I?” he asks his wife.

She simply chuckles and passes the phone back to her eldest daughter. Miyoung looks back at the puppy hybrid beside her. They communicate something silently before she places her phone back in her hoodie (stolen from Haneul). There’s something lingering in the air between them. Neither of them wants to say it, though. After all their years of friendship, something in the air seems to have tangibly shifted. Maybe the Big Bad Wolf is more appealing to Little Red than either had originally thought.

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