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[ggukkiereads]

hello, I hope you're having a wonderful week and I hope you can help me find this fic. I've sent this ask befor ebut idk if you were able ti receive it so, I don't really know much about this fic 'cause I just stumbled upon this while scrolling through tumblr but I remember it being Jungkook and Y/N being mates (I think) and y/N came from a lab or some illegal institution and Jungkook attacked Namjoon because Y/N hugged him the day( I think) after they did the deed because he's the one who helped her escape and Jungkook was on a rut at that time so he was possessive and whatnot. Oh and I think they're hybrids/werewolves. Thank you so much in advance!

🌷 Oh I can’t place this fic, I am sorry. I was thinking of Risk it All because it has similar themes of escaping from illegal clubs/black market and with Namjoon helping them out and getting attacked (but not because JK’s possessive being on a rut). It’s a series though and maybe you are looking for a one shot?

Maybe someone knows a similar fic? Please feel free to reply to this or send an ask (indicate if you want it to be private). Thanks! 

Edit: This is Mate by @7deadlysinsfics. Thank you @starl1ghtjk for the tip (sorry was late in responding to your ask!)

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[minniepetals]

so I just finished reading the latest chapter of cmar and I'm telling you, my pillow is soaking wet with my tears (also, my head hurts with all the crying😣)... the way you describe y/n's feelings and thoughts just makes it more painful and I can't wait for the boys to find out about her not so princess fairy tale life with her father😤

me too bub, me too. i literally have been neglecting cmar ever since my finals week depressed the frick out of me. hopefully i can get back into it soon 🙏

[ya9amicide]

Redamancy [BTS]

chapter three

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a/n: OMFG I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING! Life has been like one raging tornado and has not slowed down in forever. My Wattpad was also deleted so I lost writing motivation for a long time too...But, I'm going to attempt to update this story more since I was so excited for it and I know you are too! Thank you to everyone who has left comments, I read them all and I really appreciate it! <3

summary: Hybrids were accepted in society to a certain degree. To some, they are for entertainment. Used as sex and money tools. To lock up and abuse whenever and however they please. Something to have control over. To others, they are companions. Just like regular animals are used for therapy or simply companionship, hybrids are too.

To the rest, they are just like everyone else. Someone with their own life who deserves the same freedoms as your everyday John or Jane Doe. Wren is one of these people. She hates the idea of owning a hybrid. She has nothing against those who own them for medical or companionship reasons. Just the rest.

But, when a ragtag pack of seven mismatched hybrids somehow ends up in the woods behind her home, she takes them in and does the one thing she never thought she would do. Own them. But, she also does something she didn't even think was possible. She fell in love with each and every one of them.

pairing(s): ot7 x ot7, ot7 x oc

warnings: none

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I decided to wake up early the next morning so that I could make breakfast for everyone. When I got downstairs, I noticed that it was still raining outside. Although it wasn’t as bad as last night, it still wasn’t anything that someone should be outside in.

Making breakfast was a challenge. This is the most food I’ve ever had to make at once. Not to mention that I have to make it as quiet as possible so as not to wake the hybrids with sensitive hearing.

About halfway through making breakfast, I heard light footsteps coming down the hall from the stairs. Turning towards the doorway of the kitchen, I see Seokjin peeking in. “Good morning,” I say and smile at him.

“Good morning,” his voice is still soft and quiet like it was last night. He fidgets in the doorway, watching as I move around the kitchen.

“Do you want to help?” I ask him.

He looks up at me, startled. “...Can I?”

“Of course. Do you know how to make pancakes?” He nods his head yes. “Great, then you can help me decide what kind to make. You know everyone’s preference better than I do so you’ll be a big help in making sure everyone eats happily.”

By the time the food was ready, we had made a wide variety of pancakes, eggs, and bacon, and had several bowls of mixed fruits as well. Being hybrids, especially those like the wolf and tiger, they will have big appetites. In general, they all will as grown men so I don’t have any doubt that all of the food will be eaten in no time.

“Seokjin?” I ask and he looks up at me with a hum from where he was helping set the table. “I can finish this if you want to go get everyone up please?” He nods and scampers to get the rest of his pack.

A few minutes later, loud shuffling is heard as all seven of them make their way toward me in the dining room. “Good morni–oof!” In the middle of greeting them, I was interrupted by a bundle of hyper, furry, warmth in the form of Jungkook. He rushed to me as soon as he saw me and wrapped me in his arms in a tight hug.

The others look at him in panic. “Jungkook!” Several of them shouted in worry.

I just laugh, gently patting him on the back, causing him to practically melt in my arms. “Well, good morning to you too, bunny. Did you sleep well?”

He pulls away from me and nods erratically. “Uh-huh! The bed was so warm and cozy. I haven’t slept this well in forever. I almost didn’t want to get up when Jin came to wake us up.” He smiles brightly showing me his adorable bunny teeth and I can hear his foot thumping happily against the floor again.

“Well, I’m glad to hear that.” I think I’m starting to understand the fond looks I’ve caught the others throwing at Jungkook when they think he isn’t looking. “You could have stayed in bed a bit longer if you wanted. Although, I’m not sure breakfast would taste as good warmed up in the microwave as opposed to fresh off the stove.”

His bunny ears perk up on top of his head at the mention of food and he quickly shuffles to the table. Everyone watches him go in silence before we all follow him, moods lifted due to his enthusiasm.

I turn to the others who still seem to be waiting for me to make the first move, despite Jungkook’s gung-ho attitude. “Well go ahead,” I tell them, gesturing to the table. “You don’t have to wait for me, help yourselves.”

Like the previous night, they all shuffled around the table, clumsily finding their seats. They kept the same configuration as before; the predators surrounding the prey and effectively cutting me off. I don’t mind though if that’s what it takes to keep them comfortable here.

With the risk of irritating them, I spoke up. “So I figured we should set some ground rules, you know, besides the few from last night.” They all shuffled nervously, slowing their eating. Namjoon and Yoongi particularly seemed bothered by this sentence as their eyes narrowed slightly at me in response.

Sensing their worry I work quickly to console them. “It’s nothing bad, I promise!” I wave my hands frantically.

Jimin peers at me curiously through his bangs. “What are the rules?” His voice was timid but it didn’t shake as he used it.

“Well, you guys are welcome to stay as long as you need to,” I say, smoothing the napkin down in my lap. “You can pretty much do whatever you’d like. The estate is big so there’s a lot to explore. I just ask that you be careful. This was my family’s home so lots of stuff in here has sentimental meaning.”

“I also ask that you maybe help around the house every so often…” I trail off as they all turn nervous and upset. “I’m not asking you to pick up a bunch of chores or anything like that! Maybe just help me keep tidy by cleaning up any messes you make. And Seokjin, I could tell you liked helping me with breakfast this morning.” The ferret hybrid turns slightly rosy with the attention now on him. “I would love your help every so often,” I say softly, chuckling under my breath. “Lord knows I’m not the best cook.”

They start to relax slightly but some tension remains, keeping the muscles in their bodies taught and hair on end.

They finished the rest of their breakfast in a slightly uncomfortable silence, the only sound heard was gentle chewing and the gentle scrape of forks against plates.

When morning pleasantries were done, they all stayed in their awkward huddle like the night before, waiting for me to give them instructions or dismiss them.

Jungkook shuffled in place and I could tell he wanted to say something. “What is it, Jungkook?” I asked, urging him to say what was on his mind.

“Umm…do you have any video games?” He asks shyly, bunny ears twitching nervously atop his head. The others look between the two of us timidly, as if waiting for me to snap at him for asking the question.

I chuckle softly, eyes lighting up. I’ve been waiting for someone who was enough of a challenge when it comes to gaming. “Of course I do!” I exclaim, ushering him to the spacious living room where my console sits. 

I’m learning very quickly that Jungkook is very animated in the way that his body seems to speak for him most of the time. His nose twitches in excitement as he bounds towards the large sofa, picking up a controller.

Jin slowly makes his way to the couch, taking up the space next to Jungkook. The other hybrids exchange a glance, trying to decide which predator will stay with their more docile counterparts. Taehyung squeezes his way between the two on the couch, making it clear to me that they are under his watch at the moment.

Not saying anything, I plop down in the recliner a few feet away and turn my attention to the remaining hybrids. “You’re more than welcome to stay and play with us. If not, there’s plenty else to do. There’s a small library, a home theater, an art studio, and of course your bedrooms and any other rooms you can find something to do as well.” As I list off things they can do, I notice some of their eyes light up about certain rooms.

Namjoon’s face seemed to brighten when I mentioned the library and Taehyung’s ears twitched slightly at the mention of the art room. Something to keep in mind later when he’s done staking claim over his pack mates.

With no further instructions needed, the rest of the hybrids dispersed, venturing to various places across the house while I settled in to play video games with the few that remained.

[bearr02]

Safe and Sound |Drabble 1|

Pairing: Hybrid!ot7 x f!reader

Summary: You have worked at a hybrid rehab and adoption center for years, enjoying being able to help people others only see as their animal side. You thought you might end up taking in one or two, what you didn’t expect however, was to take in 7.

Genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut, non-idol au, hybrid au, strangers to friends to lovers au

Word count: 217

Member’s hybrid types: Namjoon: Bear, Yoongi: Bobcat, Hoseok: Ferret, Jin: Wolf, Jimin: Red panda, Jungkook: Bunny, Taehyung: Marble fox

A/n: I hope this will be good considering I’ve hardly written for SAS in a minute, but I wanted to get something out there to make up for the time between chapter 10 and chapter 11

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“y/n?” jungkook slowly pushes your door open. you look up, “what’s up, bun?” you put your bookmark in your book before setting it off to the side, giving him your full attention.

“can i.. can i sleep with you tonight?” he hesitantly steps further into the room, watching you closely.

you nod, “of course you can. you can sleep in here anytime you want to, bun.” you scoot over in your bed, lifting up the covers slightly for him.

jungkook’s body sags in relief as he walks over to the bed, getting inside. he cuddles up to your side, laying his head on your shoulder.

you reach up, gently running your hands through his hair, picking up your book with your free hand. jungkook’s eyes flutter shut as he sighs in bliss, nuzzling into your neck.

“thank you.” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around your waist. you hum, kissing the side of his head before continuing to read your book.

jungkook shuffles closer (if it’s even possible), lightly scenting your shoulder and neck.

after a few minutes jungkook sighs, happy with the fact you smell like him now. you wrap your arm around him, leaning your head on his as you read.

he closes his eyes, laying his head in your neck with a soft sigh.

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[bangfantanfic]

Our Own World: Chapter 11

Warnings: stalking, masturbation, yandere behavior, future smut. If I have missed anything please let me know :) 

 Type: romance, yandere, hyrbid!bts, somewhat slow burn.

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  You liked to think you were relatively positive as a person. You tried to look past the bad, power through, and make the best of a terrible situation. The last few months had been less than ideal but you were figuring things out, slowly albeit, but steadily improving. You had been proud. Pushing your discomfort aside, working on your fears and feelings of disgust. You had made solid improvement in creating some form of relationship with the seven strangers your brother had inconvenienced you with, and the road had been bumpy and slippery, and every other thing you’d hate a road to be, but it was finding smooth ground. Sure there had been a slight increase in tensions, and things had gotten a little uncomfortable with Jeongguk but you were positive you could push past it. He was testing you, of course. You were just as much a stranger to him, as he was to you. That had been easy enough to walk yourself through. Talk yourself through. 

This new situation was something steps, nor words could truly solve. 

Bile sat at the peak of your throat, the hammering of your heart threatening to push it out. Hoseok’s wide eyes on yours made your stomach knot so painfully tight you were sure it was moments away from rupture. It was evident that he was somewhat embarrassed, and at first while frantically trying to understand what the fuck was happening, you noticed. You wished you could take it back. Somehow convince your fritzing brain it saw wrong. But the evidence was so clear, just what the man had been doing in your room. 

“What happened?” 

The commotion around you sounded muffled. Like you were underwater having a conversation with someone on the edge of the pool. You must have screamed. You couldn’t remember doing it. The raw feeling in your throat could be explained if you had. Soothing hands rubbed at the bare skin of your shoulder, muted whispers tickling your ear. 

Who was talking to you? Their skin felt so cool against your surely clammy skin. It was a welcomed feeling. 

“Hoseok Hyung?”

The name seemed to echo for a second, the room quiet. And then it felt like a tsunami hit, the air forces from your lungs, a gasp of air so loud one would think you held your breath for hours. 

Hoseok was under your bed. Hoseok was staring at you, gripping white knuckles at a pair of your panties with his dick out. 

What the fuck. 

“Jimin, please take Y/n somewhere else.” Namjoon’s voice was eerily calm. The usual lighthearted tone was nowhere to be heard. His body was tense and tall, almost as if ready to pounce. 

Jimin had easily understood the urgency in his packmates' tone, and more than gladly ushered you off the floor. His packmates split aside like the Red Sea as he guided you out of the room, aching to pull you closer and hold your hand. But he knew better. 

The fox hybrid found you were compliant, letting him lead you wherever he wanted. If this had been any other situation he would have been thrilled. Happy to have you to himself, listening and obedient. If he was being honest, he was still rather happy, but it was dulled. At least he had you to himself for once. His pack was greedy, they didn’t understand that Jimin needed you more. You needed him more. 

Jimin had led you to his bedroom— well, shared bedroom. But it was empty as of now, so his. Personally, he would have preferred a room on the floor, his instincts wanting to be as low as possible but.. well, sometimes he just had to be thankful for what he had. Jimin had not minded sharing a room, not really. Not until you arrived and suddenly the space felt too small. How could he give you the perfect home, the perfect nest to raise children in, when the space was crowded? He had no privacy for his time with you. 

Once you realized how you and he are meant to be, he was sure things would change. You could both leave. The thought was slightly depressing. Leaving his pack would hurt. But that pain would be nothing compared to a life without his mate. It was an easy choice. An easy sacrifice. 

Seeing you in his room was a whole new feeling he wasn’t aware he was capable of making. You had been so awkward at first, standing limply by the closed door. He had thrown himself into his bed, sighing happily to be back in his own comfort. No strange smells, no looming anxiety, just contentment. He had watched as you took in the room, eyes flickering over every corner of the room before settling back on him. Jimin loved having your attention. It happened so rarely, and it would need to change. It was beginning to drive him insane. 

“Y/n, you should lie down, you look like you’re about to drop.” Jimin frowned, gently taking your fingers into his. 

You didn’t pull away. A grin threatened to bloom across the hybrid's lips, but he had to control himself. He didn’t need you to be upset with him either. You needed a friend, someone in this house you could feel comfortable with and clearly, his packmates were doing poorly. But not him. Perhaps all this distance between you and him hadn't been such a bad thing after all. He could make this all work in his favor. What a lucky fox indeed. 

Jimin’s room was technically the main master bedroom. The house had four bedrooms, and the study was a temporary room right now. The downstairs ‘master’ room Jay and Mila usually resided in was originally a guest suite, but seeing as there were more people than rooms, and the upstairs master was slightly bigger, it was divided up into three, tall makeshift shelving used as privacy walls. Namjoon, Seokjin, and Jimin all shared the master room, Yoongi and Hoseok in the next, and then the youngest two, Taehyung and Jeongguk in the third. Usually, the other four shared a bathroom, and then Jimin and his roommates shared the ensuite, but unfortunately, it needed some fixing after Namjoon’s last rage fit. So now all seven of them were stuck in one bathroom. You were kind enough to share Jay’s ensuite downstairs with whoever needed it, your brother wasn’t as soft-hearted. 

The hardwood floors were scratched up from the rearranging of furniture, and the walls were painted a cool gray with white trimming, a neutral color to match three different men. You couldn’t see past Jimin’s section, his being the first. A double bed shoved in the corner, one bedside table covered with wrappers,  a laptop, and a tissue box. His bed was covered in pillows, blankets, and articles of clothing. Despite how messy it sounded, the cluttered bed was still somewhat neat. Almost as if every item was placed purposefully, carefully. A few shelves lined the walls, and manga was neatly lined in order. They looked so well cared for, you wondered if they had even been read. The space was clean, other than the half-unpacked suitcase on the floor and headphones dangling from the laptop. 

“Y/n?” Jimin was starting to feel antsy. He had watched you look over the entirety of his side of the room, and he felt anxious. Did you not like it? If he had planned for you to be in his room, he definitely would have cleaned up... And emptied the bin by his bed. 

Jimin could have sworn he melted when your eyes met his, a little smile on your lips. Sure, it was forced, but it was for him. You were trying to look okay, for him. 

Holding out his hand, he watched as you placed yours in his so softly, without hesitation. You weren’t scared of him at this moment, he truly had to thank Hoseok. Your hand was smooth in his, soft and warm. Did all of your skin feel this delicate? He could feel your heartbeat under his fingertips, your blood thundering through your veins. An involuntary shiver ran up his spine at the thought of your pretty skin bloody and bruised. 

With a soft tug, Jimin had you on the mattress with him. His nest would need fixing later, but for once he wasn’t bothered. Your fingers were still linked with his, and your eyes closed. Despite the tranquil look on your face, your chest raised rapidly. Jimin frowned. You weren’t as relaxed as he was. He knew why, but why? Sighing, he shifted to look at you better. You peeked through one eye. You looked so tired. It made his heart ache, he wants to look after you. 

“Y/n, I’m sorry.” He wasn’t entirely sure why he was apologizing. He knew for a fact he hadn't done anything to you. He had been walking on eggshells since you arrived, wanting to keep you happy. Sure, he had maybe gotten a little clingy and touchy, but your presence was so intoxicating that he couldn’t help himself. He likes to think he held himself back rather well. Perhaps he was sorry on behalf of his pack. Moreso Jeongguk and Hoseok. He wasn’t entirely sure what had happened with Jeongguk, and he felt a little guilty knowing that whatever had happened between the two of you, he could have been there to help had he not run off with Hoseok. 

But Hoseok. While he wasn’t entirely sure what had happened, Jimin wasn’t an idiot. He could piece things together. He had seen enough to have a good inkling about what his packmate had been doing in your room– hell, he could smell it. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Jimin.” 

Jimin. Jimin. Jimin. 

The way you whispered his name was heavenly. Like you were telling him a secret. He loved when you spoke his name, it sent tingles through his nerves and sent his stomach spinning. Nothing had ever sounded so sweet. He knew he had nothing to really be sorry for, but it felt right to say and he had been right. You finally responded to him. 

Your breathing had eased, not quite as labored as minutes ago, but the grip you had on his hand had tightened. He wished Namjoon would have lowered his voice a little more so he could enjoy the sound of you breathing. He was jealous of your poor hearing quality at this moment– and honestly some others. It must be nice to live so unaware of everything around you. 

Namjoon wasn’t sure he had ever felt this angry before. The fearful expression you bore as Jimin all but dragged your paled form out of the room had nearly broken his heart. You hadn’t looked up from the floor, wide eyes glued to the floor as if trying to comprehend what was happening. He wished he had been the one leading you, comforting you. But of course, he couldn’t. Not when Jay had left him in charge of your care. He had a duty to you, and even if Jay hadn’t requested this of him, he still would do the same. The rest of his pack's feelings didn’t matter to him when it came to you. He was well aware that there were a few others that may have shared a similar sentiment toward you as he did, but he knew that what he felt was vastly different. You were the first human woman they had spent time with, it was excitement, lustful almost. Not for him. Your soul had been specifically created to mesh with his. A perfect match.

And they were driving you away. 

“Namjoon, maybe you should step away fo–” Seokjin’s words died on his tongue, the poisonous look his leader shot his way was more than enough. Instead, he sighed, pressing his tongue against the meat of his cheek in frustration. 

“Hoseok, get out from under there.” Namjoon barked, jaw so tense he was sure he could feel his teeth cracking. A dentist visit will be needed after tonight. 

Five sets of eyes watched as the snow leopard awkwardly shimmied out from under the bed, hands still white-knuckled around a piece of cloth. His head hung shamefully, cheeks flushed in embarrassment. He was usually so careful. The look of disgust and fear had his stomach so tight he couldn’t breathe. 

The wolf hybrid stalked closer, leaving an inch between them. When Hoseok made no move to meet his leader's eyes, Namjoon felt his anger bubble over, the calming breaths he had been attempting to use were failing him. Hoseok had flinched when Namjoon had raised his hand, expecting a hit. Instead, nails dug into the elder's jaw, forcing him to meet his leader's eyes. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Namjoon asked calmly. If Hoseok couldn’t see the man's face he wouldn’t have guessed he was angry. The pulse in his throat was rapid, and his teeth grinding painfully was what gave away the simmering anger. The hold on his jaw was beginning to ache, and his knees felt like jelly under all the accusing eyes. 

He knew he was wrong, of course, he was. But how could he explain himself? ‘Sorry Joonie, spending a rut alone and having my mate so damned close I just couldn’t control myself, my bad.’ 

Of course not. He was sure that would have him sporting a shiny black eye. 

“Joon, I’m so sorry–” 

“Bullshit!” Taehyung scoffed, the only prey in the room frustrated. “You and Jeongguk are fucking this all up, you’re ruining it!” 

Taehyung was sick of it. The perfect opportunity had been served to him on a golden platter. A pandemic that would force Jay to stay away longer, and you to stay with him. An indefinite period of time for him to court you. A love story he could tell his grandchildren. But then fucking Namjoon had ratted to Jay about the early ruts, for ‘safety’ reasons. Leaving Taehyung locked away from you for two goddamn weeks! And somehow in that little time, they had fucked up everything, sending him back to square one. He was sick of this. He just wanted his mate, and everyone here couldn’t seem to control themselves and were scaring you away. 

Seokjin rested a hand on the younger man's shoulder, giving him a gentle squeeze. He pitied the boy. The younger three were still so clueless about love, he was sure the monkey had dreamed too big and was struggling to accept that you just weren’t quite there yet. The poor boy had most likely made a movie like a love story in his mind and found it frustrating that the plot didn't move as fast as he wanted. He was impatient and greedy. Perhaps it was his fault for giving him everything. 

Hoseok’s eyes couldn’t even flicker in Taehyung's direction. His eyes cemented Namjoon's. Too scared to even blink. The wolf looked ready to rip his throat out with his teeth. Nothing was stopping him from doing so either. He was sure the rest of his pack would just watch it happen. How depressing

Namjoon shoved the leopard away, Hoseok stumbling before hitting the floor. The pack leader turned back to the others, frustration oozing from every pore he had. “Clearly, some of us have forgotten how to respect boundaries.” He sighed, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as he took shuddering breaths. “Are you trying to run her away?” 

Namjoon watched the shake of heads; no. 

“Then why the fuck are you acting this way? Do you want Jay back?” He hissed. Their owner was able to return whenever they requested, Namjoon had asked him to stay with Mila’s family a bit longer, and his human was more than happy to comply. Honestly, Namjoon had a lot more control over his owner than he would ever admit. 

“You’re all to leave Y/n alone. She will seek you out if she wants to, but until then leave her be.” 

Seokjin found the rule to be a bit much, but he had no choice but to agree. Namjoon knew what was best, even if it felt unfair. At least in the rules he had set, they were allowed to speak with you during dinners, and greet you in passing, but they weren’t to seek you out. That was easy enough. Seokjin already knew your routine like the back of his hand. 

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“Y/n… Y/n, wakey wakey~” 

You grunted at the gentle shaking, limply trying to brush the hand away.

“Aw come on sleepyhead, I really gotta pee.” 

Who even was that? Was someone in your room? When did you even fall asleep... In your room? Hoseok was in your room...

Your eyes flew open, greeted by the dark. You could roughly make out the layout of the room and it definitely wasn’t yours, this was far more lived in. Your pillow wasn’t this firm either. Your hand brushed over the material, frowning. It was much rougher than your pillowcase. Not silk at all. 

“You’re getting a little low there.” Jimin’s strained voice whined out.

Jimin. 

You jolted up, scrambling to the other side of the bed. Your face felt like it was on fire, how embarrassing. You were just feeling up the poor dude. 

“Oh my god– Jimin, Jimin I am so sorry!” You groaned, pressing the heel of your palms into your eyes willing yourself to go completely blind. You may not be able to see in the dark but you could still feel his eyes burning over you. 

Jimin had to bite his tongue, and stop himself from telling you just how much he enjoyed your hands on him. You had fallen asleep some time ago, wrapping yourself around his torso. Your pretty head resting so gently on his shoulder. It was his own piece of heaven. He spent hours playing with your hair, smelling it, kissing it. He smelt just like you. He had put off waking you up for as long as possible, wanting to soak the moment in, not knowing when he would ever have it again. But of course, his bladder had other ideas. 

Waking you up hadn’t gone to plan. Turns out you were an incredibly deep sleeper, the new information sparking excitement. He wondered how far he could go, what he could do before you would woke up. When you finally did open your eyes, you didn’t seem all there. Your eyes move across the darkened room. Your heartbeat had picked up slightly, panicked at the new surroundings. He had gone to speak, he really had. He was going to comfort you, and remind you where you were… but your hands. It was light at first, fingertips grazing over his clothed chest. Pressing, putting pressure. You hummed thoughtfully, and he felt his heart spasm in his chest. Palm down and trailing over his chest before sinking lower, lower, traveling downward. He knew his shirt had risen a little, you wiggled a lot in your sleep. Your pinky had just brushed over his bare skin, feather-light. Jimin had felt his throat close up, his joints locking him in place. 

Speak. Speak. Speak, Jimin. 

When he had finally managed to spit out words, your whole frame had frozen up before pushing him away. He grunted at the force, pouting. You looked incredibly flustered, and he couldn’t say he didn’t resemble you. He was incredibly thankful for the darkness of the room, the hard-on threatening to bust through his sweatpants would have sent Jimin to an early grave. 

Here lies Park Jimin

1995-2021

Beloved packmate. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He mumbled, shuffling himself into a sitting position. He quickly pulled one of the many blankets of his nest and placed it over his lap before turning on the light on his bedside table. The pale light lit up the room enough for him to see your face clearly. He had rather good eyesight in the dark, but he preferred to see you with the lights on. 

“I was just surprised.” You defended, arms crossing over your chest. “You don’t scare me.” 

Jimin grinned, licking his lips.  The lovesick side of Jimin’s brain was preening. You weren’t scared of him, of course, you weren’t! He was here to protect you. You were his, and he yours. Life has specifically made your souls for each other. How could he hurt you? 

A side of Jimin that he would rather ignore was thrilled by your comment. You weren’t scared of him, but he could change it so easily. What fun it would be to have you terrified under him, how far could he push you? 

“I can be very scary.” Jimin teased, leaning closer. Your eyes rolled, making Jimin simper. “Do you want me to prove it to you?” 

You laughed softly, shaking your head at the challenging tone. Out of all of the men in the house, Jimin was probably who you felt safest with. Seokjin was a close second, but knowing what he was spliced with, you were apprehensive. Jimin reminded you of a kid, playful and cheeky. 

 “Sure Jimin, prove it.” 

The fox hybrid's body shivered in excitement, his tail swishing wildly behind him, a blurred movement. “You asked for it.” 

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A/n; every time I post I feel like I’ve missed something ;-; anyways hope you enjoy, it’s all downhill from here 🥰

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CHAPTER 1

Okay so mc at the beginning is still new to styling herself and having her own clothes, still slightly insecure and self-conscious of her body but she begins to quickly realize that she likes soft fabrics, like cotton, and silk satin. You get the gist. She hates harsh fabrics on her skin due to her and the boys figuring out that she has sensitive skin so anything that makes her itch or uncomfortable is immediately put back or returned if bought online.

Also realizes that she likes to wear pastel and bright colors, something she was never really privileged to wear at all growing up. She heavily prefers wearing flowy and loose things and enjoyed the much freedom she had and how girly she looked. So yes skirts and dresses and oversized tees were her best friend. Wearing them made her feel her best and the most confident she ever has been. She felt uncomfortable in pants and trousers; shorts too, but if really had to wear them she would, especially in winter since the boys panic not wanting her to get cold or ill, always seeming to be forgetting that the Leopard hybrid runs a little hotter than average human and other hybrids.

She soon discovers that baby blue is her favorite color, liking how soft and gentle it looked and how well it looks on her. The color is very much peaceful and calming for her. Tranquility. The boys were quick to discover this and quickly got her loads of baby blue clothing items even going as far as getting blankets in baby blue and getting themselves baby blue shirts and making sure they smelt like them put in her nest whenever she wanted to nest.

But back to the point, she was very much a soft feminine type of girl, almost cottage-core style. The boys found it adorable and the perfect style for her. It expressed the gentle and loving personality she will grow to have.

However, the more she grows into herself, the insecurities and self-consciousness are no longer there, and as her personality grows, so does her style. Not totally. She just feels like she needed to explore more styles. Be a bit more adventurous. She gets a bit into her dark feminine side she never realized she had. The confidence she radiates in these clothes was immaculate.

She does tend to stick to her soft fem style the majority of the time but if she was in the mood to feel empowered and strong then she'll dress in her monochrome clothes in the depths of her wardrobe. These clothes usually come out when she wants to mess with the boys or on a day when she needs to feel really confident if her mental health is low, it somehow helps her boost it back up.

Usually, she messes with the boys in the outfits when she's going into heat knowing how absolutely feral they go seeing her in them, the clothes being slightly tighter than her usual style, accentuating her curves, that she barely shows off, in all the right places. The boys are practically on their knees for her by the end of the day. It made the usually shy and reserved girl feel powerful. She gets almost a bit cocky.

But despite the confidence and empowerment she gets in these, it's not her everyday style, just occasional days here and there when she could do with the extra boost, and when they do come out the boys make the absolute most of it but they love her no matter what she's wearing. She could wear a trash bag and they'd think she's still stunning. Afterall, she was their Little Leopard.

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Loving you is Red - A Jeon Jungkook Fic Teaser 2

Fic link: here

Synopsis:

Jeon Jungkook's name was unheard on the Formula 1 paddock till he got a chance to drive a Mercedes car as a reserve driver. His 2020 starts looking brighter as he signs with Ferrari and meets you, his teammates little sister. So many cliched tropes, strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, dating brother's best friend, and most importantly Jeon Jungkook looks smoking hot in a Ferrari!

Author's Note:

So, this has been collecting dust in my drafts since I watched Drive to Survive last year, watched the new season, and got motivated to write this fic.

Teaser 3 is going to be out Thursday at 12KST (09-03-2023)

Please comment under if you want to be added to the reading list for this fic! ❤ Also, if you have any thoughts or ideas, please feel free to comment or message me and for the love of Jungkook, don't be a ghost reader!

Race 1 Bahrain Grand Prix 2020

“Hey?” Jungkook picks up your call as he catches an elevator up to his room. “Are you back at the hotel?” “Yeah, I’m on my way to my room,” Jungkook says pressing his floor number. “Can you stop by my room, it’s 504” Jungkook hums a reply, not knowing what to expect. You’re in the middle of attempting to tidy your room when you hear loud knocks, way earlier than anticipated. Swinging the door open, Jungkook smiles widely, not having seen you in almost two months. “Cute pj’s” he comments as you let him in, they are in fact not cute pj’s. What you sleep in is a very old, oversize t-shirt and gym shorts. “Sit” you order and he complies immediately, taking a seat on the bed beside you. Wordlessly, you pass him a pale paper bag, there’s some paper rustling till he reaches the gift.

“oh, wow this is embossed,” Jungkook says feeling the soft leather of the diary. He’s about to open it when you not so gently swat his hands, “Do that when I’m not there” you whisper and he chuckles, seeing just how embarrassed you are about this. “I can’t use this, it’s too precious a gift” Jungkook can’t help but keep fiddling with the diary. “I bought it for you to fill it with diligent notes,” you say, turning to face him. “Thank you ___” Jungkook’s the one feeling shy right now, more accurately vulnerable. Tomorrow is the first race of his first season, there’s so much pressure and he feels like you can sense just how heavy his shoulders feel. “Don’t tell Phillip, but I kinda want you to win tomorrow” you say, reaching for his pinkie finger with yours, Jungkook immediately takes charge, intertwining them. “But whatever happens, it’s going to be alright” you reassure him as he holds your finger very tightly. “How can you be sure?” he asks, finally looking you in the eyes, his eyes give away his fears and tension immediately. “Because when I was going through something tough, you told me it was going to be alright and it’s starting to feel alright”

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Her Serendipity is now called Missing Pieces

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Hello! For the jk fanfic ask about the one where they’re werewolves and he attacked namjoon, I think the fic they’re talking about is Mate | jjk series by 7deadlysinsfics I’ve read it on ao3 so idk their tumblr or anything! Also sorry I don’t know how to sent links in an ask!

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[bangfantanfic]

Our Own World: Chapter 10

Warnings: stalking, masturbation, yandere behavior, future smut

Type: romance, yandere, hyrbid!bts

Authors Note: It is here. Not as long as I had hoped but hopefully y’all enjoyed it anyways! its a bit spicy. And more Hoseok this chapter. As always, I hope you all enjoy, if I have missed anything in the warnings please let me know. Feedback is greatly appreciated, lemme know your thoughts! Until next time <3

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It was a relief for everyone to finally be back home. Returning to a surprisingly spotless house, a full refrigerator, and a pantry had honestly been the highlight of your week. The entire ride to the house all you could think about was the disaster the house had been left in and all the food that had been tossed away. The thought of having to do any shopping or cleaning, had you considering jumping out of the moving car. You had sent your brother a thank you text, and as expected, even hours later, no reply. You had honestly begun to worry, the extreme part of your brain screaming he was dead and you were trapped here with hybrids. 

What a nightmare. 

Thankfully your mother was more than confident he was still living, she had even spoken to him a few hours before you had called. You felt bitterness, or maybe anger was a better way to describe it. Honestly, at this point, you weren’t sure you were still angry. You were just disappointed with the way things were playing out. The gut feeling you had the weeks before arrival was right, as always, and of course, you ignored it, as always. Unless something ‘dire’ was happening, your brother was practically a missing person, at least towards you. Your mother said she spoke with him every day, and even the hybrids had shared that they all heard from him at least once a week. So what have you done? Why was he avoiding communication? You were doing him a favor. The whole situation had your head spinning. 

Your brother was never such a flakey person. He responded to every text and every missed call, his behavior now was out of character and you couldn’t figure out why now he was deciding to act out. Not even your mother could explain it. She had promised to speak with him, but she had done so multiple times these last few weeks. How much longer were you going to have your mother act as the messenger? 

You were exhausted, anxious, and angry. Three emotions that didn’t mix well together. 

You were also a little disappointed in yourself. You had finally reached a point of comfort around the hybrids. Sure the brush of a tail, or a more animalistic trait would occasionally make your stomach churn, but it was something you could look past a little better. After Jeongguk’s stunt, it had sent you reeling back. You’ve been trying to convince yourself it wasn’t that bad. He was probably just messing around, trying to scare you. He didn’t seem to like you anyway, so this was probably just him trying to freak you out for his own entertainment. The others shouldn’t be punished or pushed away for someone else’s actions, and yet your gut instinct warned you that his behavior wasn’t out of the ordinary, and trusting any of them was a step in the wrong direction. 

“Y/n, bathrooms free!” Namjoon smiled, walking past the living room with a towel rubbing at his wet hair. He looked fresh and revitalized, with loose clothes hanging from his body. You had decided to shower last. While the outside of both the hotels looked lovely, you were sure the human building was in much better condition inside compared to the hybrid building. 

“Thanks, Joonie.” You grinned, making your way toward your brother's ensuite. 

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It was obvious that Y/n was uncomfortable. Her poor attempts to seem busy were almost endearing. Hoseok had watched you clumsily make your way down to the docks, suitcase barely standing upright as you rushed. You were running behind. You were talking somewhat loudly, phone in a free hand as if trying to make a point that you shouldn’t be spoken to. White chords hung from your ears and headphones. Judging by the voice coming through the headphones Hoseok easily pinned it to your mother. He had heard the voice a million times. His owner was quite the mama’s boy. 

Hoseok often wondered what his own mother was like. Like most hybrids, he had been separated from his mother the second he was able to have an all-solid diet. He never saw or heard of his mother again. He wished he could say it made him sad, but honestly, it didn’t really. How could he miss someone he didn’t really know? 

Hoseok didn’t have a lot of experience with human women. He had been around hundreds of female hybrids, and they were easy to understand because they were like him. Bred strong, beautiful, and submissive to their masters. And sure, there were plenty of beautiful humans out there, and you were one of them, but there was something very different about the beauty of humans compared to a hybrid. Most of the human women Hoseok had seen were through the screen of his phone, or whatever shitty show his owner was watching. When he found out you were coming to care for them and keep the house intact, he was thrilled. A human? A human woman?

Of course, he hadn’t met you before and knew very little, Jay had been overly sensitive about sharing your existence with the pact. Avoiding even letting your name slip. It had been strange when his owner did a sudden 360, going from hiding your existence to practically thrusting you into their life. Hoseok wasn’t going to complain, a new human was always exciting. 

He had only seen glimpses of you, faintly heard your voice through the speakers of Jay's phone. So when Hoseok found your social media profiles he was pleased to see you weren’t very private on anything. He spent the entire evening looking through every photo you had posted, everything you were tagged in, and every comment you had made that he could find.

He could finally understand why his owner wanted to keep you hidden. 

He had been thrilled when Jay left, and when you finally arrived he thought he would throw up from his excitement. When you finally come out to their cages, you’re scent him like a ton of bricks. 

Unfortunately, this excitement had triggered him into an early rut. So when most of his packmates had made their way back into the house, he was stuck outside. This, he was sure of, was some form of torture. You were so close. Even from so far, he could faintly smell you, it lingered on his tongue. 

How do you taste? 

Arriving home Hoseok watched everyone disappear, desperate for a shower, fresh clothes, and their own beds. His pack had rushed upstairs, desperate for the familiarity of their own room. He had his own plans. The blonde-haired man watched you throw your bag into your tiny sleep space, hiding out in there for a while before sitting out in the living room. You fiddled on your phone, tapping angrily at the screen. Hoseok had wanted to smooth out the angry creases on your brow and fix whatever was bothering you. 

You waited awhile before Namjoon made his way out of the ensuite of your brother's room, announcing the space was free for your use. With only two showers it meant long lines, and you had urged the boys to go first, promising you were more than happy to wait, they needed it more than you. 

You had practically leaped off the sofa, sending a bright smile toward the pack leader before practically running to your brother's room, towel in hand. A jealous pang had hit Hoseok's chest. You hadn’t smiled at him like that before, and judging by the surprised look on Namjoon’s face, even he was surprised by the relaxed tone and pretty smile. 

Hoseok waited, watching the hall for a few moments. His ears twitched when the sound of water rushing through the pipes, and then music. Loud music. His cue. 

During your stay, Hoseok had picked up on a routine you had whenever you showered. If music was playing you were going to take your time. He had figured it out pretty quickly. He wanted to know everything about you. Every habit. Every quirk. Things about you that even you were unaware of. 

Your makeshift room has become Hoseok's favorite place. Your scent covered every crevice, it was a comfort he never knew he needed. The space was tiny, your bed being a fold-out sofa. Your brother didn’t like sharing his room, in fact, he nor his pack were supposed to go in there, not even for the bathroom. Seven men in one bathroom had been a huge issue. Thankfully, the shower and the toilet were separated. The converted bedroom was originally Jeongguk and Jin’s gaming room, their computer setups were actually still there. You didn’t mind letting them in to play either, you would stay on the bed or sit out in the living room if you needed space. You just asked if they didn’t play too late into the night, which had irked Jeongguk. But Seokjin was more than happy to comply. Even Taehyung and Jimin had started sitting in the room ‘watching’ the two play. Hoseok knew well that they just liked being in the room that smelt so strongly of you, but sometimes he wondered if perhaps they were in there for the same reasons he went there. 

None of your bags had been unpacked into the small wardrobe in the room, you had left everything neatly folded in your suitcases, almost as if you were counting down the minutes until Jay and Mila returned home so you could take off. But the surprise trip to the hotel had thrown out those plans and your room had become a colorful array of clothing. This honestly made things much easier for Hoseok, and he was thankful to Jay for the surprise trip. 

You had made no move of leaving the bathroom, clearly having settled into the stream. Hoseok took this as a go-ahead. The soft click of the door behind him was almost like a signal to his nervous system, his body instantly relaxing. Your room was messy, as always. He was honestly thankful for it. The messier the better. You wouldn’t notice if he touched anything. He had been worried you had cleaned up during the time you had spent in the room. 

The hybrid dropped onto your bed, nose scrunching in discomfort. The mattress was old and thin, the springs nearly ripping through. It was no surprise you always seemed so tired. 

Wrapping your bedsheets around himself, Hoseok wiggled himself closer to your suitcase that you had left open and disheveled. He wondered if you had just packed it like crap, or maybe looked for something before going to shower. Either way, he didn’t care. He dug through the bag, not having to look too hard, a triumphant grin on his lips when he found your panties. Pale blue, soft with lace at the ass. How pretty the little fabric would have looked against your skin. 

Part of Hoseok knew what he was doing was weird. He was being a creep. But he needed this. He needed you, but you weren’t ready for him. Not yet. He could wait as long as you needed but in the meantime, he needed something of you. Sure he had a few items of yours already, but over time the smell fades and he needs to replace it. 

A soft hum left his throat as he pressed the material to his nose, taking a deep inhale. His body shuddered in relief, it had been too long. The smell of you lingered on the back of his tongue, his mouth-watering. His imagination was wandering, yet never straying from you.

The pretty material smells of you. Your scent wraps around him. His cock strains against his pants, groping at his hard cock. Taking in a deeper breath his cock twitches in his hand.

How does she smell so sweet?

He works himself over, smoothing the pearly precome over his base. He could happily suffocate in the sea of lacey blue. His hand transforms from his large callused one to your dainty hands. Your soft hand can hardly wrap fully around his girth. God he can't wait to split you with his cock. A whine left his throat, it was as if he could feel the gentle tips of your fingers teasing. The brush of your tongue on the tip of his cock had his spine shivering. You would be so shy, your cheeks burning red as you touched him, begging him not to look you in the eyes. He trusts that she's naïve in the acts of harlots as she is in the day-to-day aspect. Hoseok loved the way humans touched, clueless in the way of pleasure. He'll have to instruct you.

Has anyone touched you before? Did you touch yourself in the night? He groaned at the thought of you whimpering, dainty fingers touching and rubbing. Already Hoseok knew his nights would become restless. 

He feels his orgasm pull at his nerves. He holds her panties to the head of his cock fucking into the material. He bites back his moans. She may be in the shower but he doesn't want to give himself away. Although the idea was exciting. What would you do if you found him this way? His cock out, rutting into your used panties? Would you be angry? Flustered? Turned on? Perhaps you would enjoy seeing how desperate he was for you, crawl over the bed to help him out. 

He paints the inside of your panties at the thought. It's not the same as covering the walls of her pussy but it will do for now.

Hoseok’s body sags into the bed, his grip still tight on the now-ruined panties. He would have to dispose of them, but that was a future Hoseok’s problem. His scent was entangled with yours, a welcome comfort as his eyes fell shut. Sleep was threatening to take over, and he was tempted to give in, just for a moment, but the silence of the house had settled onto him.

No music. 

Your light footsteps were too close to the door. There was no way Hoseok could get out of the room without you seeing. Anxiety grappled at his throat. You had already pulled away, there was no way he could explain the current… situation he was in. 

“Sorry Y/n my dick fell into your panties and I came, my bad!” 

He felt ill. He was well and truly fucked. You would find him and then what? Leave? Call your brother. 

Jay.

The thought of his wonder finding out about his misdemeanors had him hyperventilating. He would rather you drag him to the police. Another set of feet came tumbling down the hall, Jimin, stopping by your door. 

“Y/n, Seokjin hyung asked me to get you. He’s starting dinner.” 

Your response was muffled, and honestly, at this moment, Hoseok didn’t care for your answer right now. Jimin had unknowingly bought him a minute. Rolling off the bed and under the bed Hoseok grunted in pain. He probably should have tried to shimmy his shorts back up, laying on his stomach on the hardwood floor wasn’t the coziest position for his dick. 

Your door clicked open, your bare feet came into view. Much to Hoseok’s disappointment you were already dressed, the fluffy white pants ruining the view of what could have been your legs. Soft humming filled the silent space, you had been singing the same song to yourself for the past week. Hoseok had learned very early on that you had a very different music taste compared to not only himself but his pack too. While the music wasn’t really his cup of tea, he was more than happy to listen to it just to see the smile it brought to your lips as you sang along, or spoke about the artists. Seeing you smile was worth any mild dislike he may be experiencing. 

A pile of clothes dropped to the floor, drawing Hoseok’s attention away from watching your movements. Peeking out of the pile, almost like you had done it on purpose, was another pair of panties. His heart was hammering in his chest. He hadn’t been able to get a pair this fresh. Any logical thought seemed to melt out of his brain, the wires of his brain severed allowing his body to act on its own accord. He watched in horror as his hand shot out and latched onto the slightly damp material, dragging it back under. The room fell silent. Your humming stops abruptly. 

Fuck fuck fuck

Eyes. 

Your eyes peered under the bed, staring into his almost as if you weren’t actually seeing him. There was a bleak look on your face, and for a brief second Hoseok felt his heart stop beating. And then a blood-curdling scream ripped out your throat, the scream itself seemed to send you to your ass, your feet pushing yourself up to the wall. Your eyes never strayed from his. The action made his chest ache. You were running from him. 

The sound of his pack's feet thundered toward your room, and within what seemed like seconds, Jimin and Seokjin had burst into the room. Jimin had squatted by your side, his back to Hoseok, hands soothingly rubbing your biceps. Hoseok could hear the sound of Jimin’s voice attempting to soothe your trembling figure, but he couldn’t understand a single word. The room was spinning, he felt sick. His stomach knotting so violently he was sure everything he had eaten that morning would soon be forced back out his throat. 

“What happened?” Seokjin frowned, eyes flickering over the room. Slowly the rest of the boys had shown up, standing behind Seokjin, trying to peer over his shoulders. 

Hoseok watched in horror as you pointed at him, your face was pale like you were seconds away from vomiting. Jimin had followed your finger, his jaw-dropping. 

“Hoseok hyung?” 

[bangfantanfic]

Our Own World: 8

Warnings: aggressive behaviour, possible swearing.

Type: Hybrid!Au , yandere, fluff, angst Authors Note: it’s a bit short but things are happennnning! Let me know if you would like to be tagged, my asks are playing up a bit so I do apologise! Lemme know your thoughts on the newnchapter! 

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Jeongguk had been acting stranger toward you than usual, and you weren’t too sure what you had done to warrant the behavior but you also weren’t about to question it. While he still didn’t speak to you, or even acknowledge when you tried to talk with him, he came and sat with you and the few boys that could still come, have breakfast and lunch with you, and always made sure to be seated directly across from you. He followed you all on your afternoon walks to the beach, playing around with the others. But you always felt his eyes on you, and you;d be a liar if you said it didn’t make you extremely uncomfortable. The stare didn’t feel friendly, but it also didn’t feel malicious. Whatever it was, you didn’t like it. So you just pretended it wasn’t happening.

And god was it difficult. 

He was intimidating. 

“I haven’t seen Taehyung, is he okay?” You wondered, looking over to Jimin who walked close beside you. You could tell he was restraining himself from trying to latch onto you, he wasn’t very good at hiding… well anything. 

You hadn’t seen Taehyung since you had all arrived, and you honestly missed him. Just a little. Nobody had mentioned the monkey hybrid, which you found odd. At first you had thought maybe he was just tired and adjusting to the changes, but when nobody had mentioned him by the third day you were suspicious. 

“He’s fine,” Hoseok shrugged, gently patting your hair. “He’s joined some hotel activities.” 

You frowned, humming as you tried to think of any activities on the bulletin board in the hotel, you hadn’t seen anything listed, but maybe there were different activities set up for the hybrids. Separating the activities would be strange though, wouldn’t people want to spend time with their hybrids? Do they not consider them family, or at least friends? You couldn’t say you considered any of the boy's family, nor friends, maybe acquaintances? But then again they weren’t yours. 

“Did you guys sign up for any?” You asked, glancing between the three. They all shook their heads, ‘no’. You puffed up your cheeks, slowly letting the air out. This place was strange. The whole situation was strange. Since arriving the boys had slowly dropped one by one, you see less and less of them. Namjoon had explained to you the day after arriving what the hotel really was, confirming most of your research. 

A hotel for hybrids to stay and pass through their mating cycles, and if all owners agreed, they could sometimes find hybrids of the same breed and ‘pair’ them up. You had snorted at the thought, your first thought being it was like a matchmaking hotel, before your slow brain caught up and realized exactly what was meant by ‘pair up.’ You had been horrified that the comments on the forum were true. But you had trust in your brother to not being that stupid. 

Your brother… You hadn’t heard from him since the ‘trip’ was announced. You had been calling, texting and even emailing him, but no responses ever came back. Frustrated wasn’t even close to how you were beginning to feel about this whole situation. Even his fiancé had stopped responding to you, and while you knew your brother wouldn’t abandon the pack, you weren’t too happy being left in the dark. You had so many questions and you just wanted answers. 

Being in a hotel all by yourself over the evening was lonely, the boys had a curfew, their hotel's doors were locked by 5:30pm, for ‘safety.’  Your nights you did spend on the phone, facetiming with Dohan, the guy you had met in the grocery store. The two of you had grown incredibly close, talking constantly. He was incredibly sweet, and funny and while he didn’t know the entire situation you were in (e.g. babysitting seven hybrids) he was incredibly comforting and tried his best to help you. You had admittedly developed a crush on the man, and you knew he felt the same towards you, but you had both agreed to not act on anything until he could take you on a real date. You sometimes wished some of the boys had phones so you could at least text them over the night, especially Taehyung. You were honestly beginning to really worry about him. 

It was 4pm now, and soon the boys would have to retreat back to the hotel and you would be alone once again. While you weren’t the most social person, you still enjoyed a little company– what human didn’t? You couldn’t socialise with the other people in the hotel, Covid was still a thing and the hotel had strict rules in place, and you wondered if it were the same for the boys. Were they separated once they got back to the hotel? Did they get to have dinner together? Did they feel as isolated as you did? 

Hoseok and Jimin had run ahead to the water, the two wanting to walk along the water before heading back. This left you alone with Jeongguk. You could feel your heartbeat in your throat, drumming so hard you were sure he could see it with the way he was staring. The snake hybrid moved closer, the skin of his arm brushing against you making you shiver. Did he always feel this cold? 

Jeongguk felt like an idiot– no, not an idiot. A pervert. He was trying his best to act neutral around you, he really was. But his body seemed to have a mind of its own. He liked to try and blame it on the raging hormones in the hotel, they were triggering him, he was sure when he finally got home he wouldn’t feel.. Whatever it was that he was experiencing right now. He had been happy when the others ran off, giddy even. He had you to himself, something that had never happened before… something he hadn’t wanted before. He had moved closer to you, hoping you wouldn’t notice but the second your soft, warm skin brushed him, he knew he was down bad. Thoughts of you, naked, filled his brain again. Did all of your skin feel this smooth? This warm? 

You had shivered when he touched you, was it out of fear? The thought of you fearing him didn’t upset him, infact, it excited him. He couldn’t help but grin at the thought of you under him, begging him to leave you alone. Jeongguk was sure you looked stunning with teary eyes. 

The snake hybrid looked around, his packmates were already by the water, out of eyesight for you. They weren’t paying attention to him, or you. 

Jeongguk wrapped his fingers around your wrist, forcing you to stop. He could feel your pulse under his finger tips, beating erratically. Your body temperature raised, and your body stiffening under his touch. Your reaction was exciting. You were scared. 

“--Jeongguk?” 

The hybrid shook his head, snapping back out his thoughts. His eyes still glued to where he held onto you so tightly. He hadn’t heard a word you said before his name. He wanted you to say it again. 

“Are you scared?” He asked softly, still not looking at you properly. 

Scared wasn’t the right word. You were petrified. You wanted nothing more than to rip yourself out of his hold and book it back to your room, but he was holding so tightly, like he knew exactly what you wanted to do. 

“I knew it.” He grinned, finally looking you in the eyes and god, you wished he hadn’t. His dark eyes stared into yours, an excited glint in them. 

“Jeongguk, please let me go.” You asked as calmly as you could muster, but even you could hear the shake to your voice. 

“Say it again.” 

You frowned, gently tugging your wrist only to wince when his grip tightened. 

“Let me go.” You repeated, a little firmer this time. 

“Not that. Say my name.” He pouted. You almost would have fallen for how cute he looked if it weren’t for the way his fangs were out, pushing into his bottom lip. Or maybe the way he watching you was like you were a mouse, and he was ready to snap any second and swallow you whole.

You frowned, looking down at your wrist again. It was bright red, and aching. You’ll definitely be bruised by morning. 

“Jeongguk, I’m asking you nicely, let me go.” 

He laughed, throwing his head back as his body shook. You were shocked, you don’t think you had ever seen him laugh, at least not at you. He calmed quickly, shaking his head in silent disbelief before he tugged you forward, wrapping his free arm around your hips. 

“What are you gonna do, Y/N?” He cooed, eyes narrowing in on yours. The look on his face was the opposite of the tone of voice he had just used. He leaned in closer, barely an inch away. “Tell me, what will you do?” 

You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, but you weren’t sure why. Was it because your attempt at a threat had clearly failed? Or was it the way he was holding you right now? Or how close his face was to yours. 

“I’m waiting Y/N.” He sang, his grin showing off the needle fangs hanging over his canines. 

You felt sick. 

“I’ll–” 

“Don’t say scream, that's boring.” He cut you off, sighing dramatically. “Besides,” He added, letting go of your wrist to wrap his fingers in your hair. His grip on your hips tightened as he yanked your head backward. “I could rip your throat out before you even try.” 

Oh god, you really were going to vomit. 

“Where did the confidence go?” The hybrid whined, gently shaking your head side to side. “Don’t be boring now, come on. Try again.” 

You could feel tears threatening to cloud your vision and if you could, you would’ve punched yourself for looking so goddamn weak. But what else could you do? He was right. He could rip out your throat in the blink of an eye, hell, he didn't even need to do that. All he had to do was bite you and you would be done for. The thought had your stomach tightening in an attempt to remove its contents but you pushed it back down, you weren’t going to cry, and you certainly weren’t about to vomit all over this asshole– even if he deserves it. 

“This isn’t funny, please just leave me alone.” You mumbled. You wish you had ran ahead with the other two, why haven’t they realized you hadn’t shown up yet? 

Jeongguk’s hand tightened in your hair making you wince, if he moved again he was going to take a chunk out. The stinging on your scalp made your eyes water, which only seemed to please the boy towering over you.

 He was right, he thought proudly, you looked so pretty when you cried.

“Y/N was asking about Tae again,” Jimin sighed as he dropped into his seat. Across from him sat Seokjin who nodded at the younger words but didn’t say anything, instead he looked to his left and raised a brow to Namjoon. 

The boys had all agreed to not mention what exactly Taehyung was up to. They weren’t sure how you would react, so they thought the best thing to do was keep it to themselves. Jay had contacted the hotel and requested that any matches found be matched to ‘his’ boys, if possible. So far they only had a match for Taehyung much to everyone's surprise, they expected Namjoon again, or even Jimin. They felt bad for him, it was his second time matching and the first time had left the poor man depressed afterwards. During ruts, when matched up their more animalistic side tends to kick in, the urge to mate was nearly unbearable for most hybrids, even with training which is why many of the first few generations were castrated, which often left them undesirable to many potential adopters. Coping with these urges were much harder, and less experienced a hybrid was, which is why Jay had sent them to the hotel this year, not wanting to risk anything happening to his sister– which the boys all understood, but the older men couldn’t help but feel insulted that had to go too. Namjoon had been sure he, Jin, Hoseok and Yoongi would have been fine with having you around during this time, especially since most of them it wasn’t even their time, but Jay clearly didn’t want to risk anything. 

Namjoon was now thankful for Jay’s decision, at least he thinks. While he was sure he could have handled being at home with you, being here at the hotel with all the hormones had definitely made it very hard for him to be near you, so by the second day he had started to stay back at the hotel and halt any interaction with you until he felt he could trust himself. Seokjin had followed him soon after, and Yoongi had just never bothered to leave his room unless it was meal times. They had all been surprised when Jeongguk had announced he was going to join Hobi and Jimin with meeting you. They had all assumed by his irritable mood he was starting to begin his cycle too, and despite trying to convince him to stay, the youngest boy had stubbornly ignored all warnings and ran off to catch up to the others. While Namjoon trusted that the other two could keep Jeongguk in his place he still had his own worries. 

“She seemed kind of upset too.” Hoseok added with a frown, “We were all gonna play by the beach but she never caught up. When Jimin and I got to her again she ran off.” 

Namjoon frowned, looking between the three that had been accompanying you today. The elder two looked confused, and a little upset that their time with you had been cut short. You had been walking them back to the hotel the last few days too. When his gaze finally fell on the youngest member he sighed. He had noticed the snake's change in behavior toward you, and he wasn’t all too sure if he saw it as a positive or not, but by the happy look on his face, Namjoon felt guilt hit him in the gut. He knew that look too well.

Jeongguk had a new toy, and it seemed to be you. 

[bangfantanfic]

Our Own World: 9

Warnings: soft yandere?? None really.

Type: Hybrid Au, yandere, fluff, angst

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The two weeks were nearing an end which meant you could go home.. But you weren’t too excited about leaving anymore. After the run in with Jeongguk you had been avoiding the whole pack, and you knew it wasn’t fair to everyone else– or at least who were still happy to see you– but you just didn’t feel comfortable anymore. You had worked so hard to have some sort of comfort around the men, tried so hard to ignore the fact that they weren’t entirely human and now those efforts felt wasted. You couldn’t help but think that maybe the world's views on hybrids wasn’t too far from the truth. Did they really have the control that activists claimed? Jeongguk didn’t seem to have any at that moment. You tried to reason with yourself, maybe he was starting his cycle? Or the hormones at the hotel had put him on edge! But, if that were the case wouldn’t Jimin and Hoseok acted the same way? 

This was all too confusing. 

You had locked yourself away in your hotel room, having food delivered to your room instead of attending the buffets that were set up daily. You didn’t have the energy to leave your bed, let alone travel 21 floors downward. Tomorrow afternoon should be the day you leave, your checkout time was at 3pm. Anxiety prickled at your skin at the thought of going back to the house and being left alone with the seven men again. You still hadn’t heard back from your brother, but after contacting your parents they had confirmed he was fine and that they would try to talk to him about calling you. That had been almost a week ago, you had called the same day you had your problem with Jeongguk. Was it a problem? He hadn’t hurt you too badly, maybe he just hadn’t been aware of how tightly he held you.. Maybe he was just playing. You didn’t know him as well as the others since he had been so dedicated to ignoring your existence. 

You sighed, falling onto your back. The white roof stared back at you, you definitely weren’t going to miss the hotel room. You already had all your things packed and ready to go, you had even considered leaving without the pack, throwing in the towel and running away to your parents house.

You probably should have. 

“What did you do?” Taehyung seethed, shoving the younger boy’s chest. He had finally been able to have a room to himself as of last night, but he had been too tired to find his pack and went straight to bed. He had spent the night wide awake much to his disappointment, his brain going a thousand miles a second. He had been so frustrated. Did you know where he had been? Did the others tell you? Were you disgusted by him now? Mad? 

The thought of you hating him made him feel sick. 

The next morning he had showered properly for the first time since arriving, he washed his hair and scrubbed his body raw to make sure there wasn’t a trace of any of his previous nights. He had shaved and brushed his teeth three times before making his way to the dining hall. His excitement to see you died down for a moment, the smell of his packmates taking over as he ran ahead, not bothering with breakfast before throwing himself into Jimin. It hadn’t taken him long to pick on the fact that everyone smelt sour, and that your scent wasn’t on anyone. It also didn’t take a genius to notice the looks everyone had been shooting toward the maknae. 

“Me? You can’t just show up and start making accusations.” He had huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. 

Taehyung glared at him before looking between his packmates. “I was gone two weeks and you guys have managed to fuck everything up?” 

Namjoon rolled his eyes, pointing a finger back to the maknae. “Not us, him. He just won’t admit it!” The leader shot a glare to the younger who shrank back slightly, quickly averting his gaze. “We haven’t seen Y/N in a week.” Namjoon admitted, rubbing a hand over his face. 

“Is she still at the hotel?” Taehyung choked, glancing between his packmates who frowned at his question. 

“Of course she is, the staff would have said something if she had run away.” Namjoon explained, trying to reassure the younger boy…and maybe himself. 

The younger boy nodded, looking back at Jeongguk. “What did you do to make her avoid everyone?” Taehyung was trying to keep himself calm this time, trying to ignore the disappointment that had settled in his gut that he probably wasn’t seeing you today. If he could just figure out what had happened, maybe he could fix it. 

“I told you, I didn’t do anything! We just talked.” He whined, dropping back into his seat. 

Jeongguk knew well that he was the cause of your distancing. He didn’t mind too much though, you would be back soon enough, tomorrow afternoon in fact. He was excited to see how you were going to respond, would you be scared again? Would you try to act confident and call him out in front of everyone? That would be interesting.. 

He was honestly surprised by his pack's reaction to your withdrawal. He knew everyone had gotten close, and they enjoyed your company, and admittedly he didn’t pay much attention to things that came to you, but he has slowly pieced together that maybe the pack liked you a little more than friends. That thought alone excited him even more.

Everyone had been disappointed when you stopped coming by their hotel in the mornings, even if it was only Hoseok and Jimin seeing you, they would come back smelling strongly of you and that was enough for the pack. Taehyung’s reaction had been thrilling, he had seemed so angry like he was going to punch Jeongguk. It had been so long since anyone had caused these kinds of reactions.. Rifts even, between the pack. It had happened once, and while he had been gutted by the outcome, he couldn’t lie that the thought of experiencing it all again was riveting. 

“You’re a terrible liar.” Jimin pointed out with a scoff. 

“He always ruins things!” Taehyung huffed, looking back to Namjoon. “Stop babying him, he’s a grown man, He can’t ruin this. Not again.” The monkey hybrid practically pleaded as he dropped down between Jimin and the pack leader. 

Jeongguk wasn’t sure if what he was feeling was pride or offense. He didn't ruin everything. 

“He has a point, Joonie,” Yoongi hummed, pushing his food tray away with a scowl. He couldn’t wait for a home cooked meal. “You baby him too much. We don’t need a repeat, you remember what Jay said.” 

Namjoon sighed heavily. He didn’t mean to baby Jeongguk, but he was the youngest, and he had met the snake when he was so young, it was just his natural instinct. But he agreed with his pack, he didn’t need another repeat. Plus this time it was different, he was sure of it. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll be keeping a closer eye this time.” He promised. 

You had finally forced yourself out of bed, even taking a short shower. You had decided for your last day you were going to sit by the beach for a while and maybe even stay till the sunset. Phone in hand you had managed to avoid the chatty manager as you sped out the door. It was almost a success story, until you collided into someone almost instantly after getting out the hotel door. 

“You aren’t trying to run away, are you?” 

Your eyes shot wide open as you looked up to the man standing over you. His hair seemed to have grown quite a lot over the past two weeks, hanging over his eyes in limp waves. His whisky eyes made you want to shrink and run back into the hotel where he could no longer see you. 

“Of course not.” You chuckled nervously, carefully stepping back. Taehyung seemed to be watching your every move carefully, a smile on his lips. 

“Good, I’d always find you anyway!” He said happily, gently grabbing your hand and pulling you into his side. “Hide and seek is my favourite game.” 

You nodded slowly, trying hard to smile but you were sure it looked more like a grimace. Taehyung didn’t seem to mind, making no comment as he began to move away from the doorway and dragging you along. The rest of the pack didn’t seem to be around, and you weren’t sure if you were relieved or scared. 

“The guys said they haven’t seen you?” Taehyung asked, looking down at you. It felt nice having you by his side, without having to worry one of his brothers might try to steal your attention away from him. Your entire focus was on him and only him, just how he liked it. “Are you okay?”

You looked up at him and his heart melted at the soft smile you gave him. A smile that was just for him. 

“I’m fine, just stress, ya know?” You shrugged, gently tugging him in the direction you wanted. 

Taehyung hummed from beside you, letting you drag him. He was happy to go anywhere with you, especially if it meant holding your hand in his. You weren’t very short, but you weren’t taller than him which he was happy about.. You were just slightly shorter than Jimin, much to his joy. You had long legs that could easily match his strides, you wore a cute skirt today that was showing off so much skin he wasn’t sure where to look. His brain was running in a direction he would have preferred it to steer clear of.. At least for now. 

“I’m here to help.” Taehyung offered, pushing his thoughts aside. The soft squeeze of your hand made his heart constrict in his chest, is this what a heart attack feels like? 

“That’s very sweet of you.” 

Taehyung grinned proudly, looking away from you for a moment before pointing ahead. “We’re going to the beach?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow. You nodded, gently tapping on the bag hanging on your shoulder. 

Had that been there the whole time? 

The beach was near empty, most people at the hotel were still sleeping in and the hybrids weren’t allowed to leave their hotels without escorts… which made you wonder how Taehyung had managed to get himself to your hotel. 

You were thankful toward the lack of people, you were anxious to be alone with one of the hybrids again. Your mother most definitely raised a little bitch, but you were going to act like she hadn’t. Deciding not to walk too far, you settled your bag into the sand, digging around and pulling out one of the two hotel towels you had brought along, laying one over the sand. It was already warm out, and you were excited to go swimming. You hadn’t gotten a chance, and seeing as it was your last day you were going to make the most of it. You had even gone to the buffet and grabbed yourself snacks, probably too many but you hadn’t been too sure on how long you’d hangout by the water so you decided it was better to take more– it was free anyways. 

You quickly set up your spot, placing a water bottle onto the towel, and then hiding your phone and room key into your bag before you decided you were ready. You quickly tugged off your skirt and shirt, kicked off your sandals and then made your way to the water. You wanted to spend as much time as you could swimming and relaxing before the crowd made its way down. 

Taehyung’s eyes on you made you want to re-dress, and wrap yourself up in your towel and go back to the hotel room and hide. You weren’t embarrassed, well maybe a little. You were confident in your body, in your looks. You knew you weren't ugly, maybe not a supermodel.. But you were definitely pretty, and your body was the best it had ever been, and usually you were more than happy to flaunt it. But being around the hybrids threw that confidence off balance. It wasn’t even because they were men, they were off– no matter how nice they were. 

His eyes didn’t feel nice on your skin. They felt like Jeongguk’s.

The thought made you feel guilty. Taehyung hadn’t done anything, none of the boys had except for Jeongguk. You shouldn’t be punishing them for his actions, but your gut told you it was the wisest idea to keep them all at an arm's length.. Which, unlike your legs, weren’t very long. 

Taehyung watched you strip down to your swimsuit, your face was tinted pink. You clearly had picked the swimsuit not expecting to have an audience. He found your shyness cute, having to hold himself back for pinching your cheeks and cooing. You didn’t spare him a glance as you rushed off to the water, giving Taehyung the perfect view. So much skin was on display, and his eyes weren’t sure where to look first. His hands twitched by his sides, desperate to touch and feel every inch. Taehyung quickly tugged his shirt over his head, thankful he chose to wear shorts today, and not sweatpants. He jogged after you, his nose scrunching up at the sand changing from warm to cold on his bare feet. 

“Are you swimming too?” You asked as he approached. 

Taehyung felt his heart speed up. He had missed the feeling. Missed you, your voice, your smell, the way you looked at him. He had picked up on how you tried putting distance, how sweaty your hand was in his earlier, the way you were watching his every move like you were ready to run, it hurt his feelings a little. Why were you suddenly so scared of him again? What did Jeongguk do to you? 

“Of course, I want to be close to you.” He grinned, gently wrapping his hand back around yours. He felt you tense up in his grip, but he didn’t let go. He would make sure you got used to him again, make sure you were comfortable with him like you had been. He wasn’t about to lose all the effort he had made just because Jeongguk was a dick. 

“Y/N, can you swim?” 

You quirked an eyebrow, giving the boy a suspicious look. “Of course I can swim.” 

Taehyung made a noise of excitement before tugging you into his chest. You squeaked, trying to pull away, but his grip only tightened. The hybrid quickly lifted you up, your feet leaving the sand as he began to waddle through the water, laughing as you whined to be put down. 

“Be careful, you’re going to make me drop you!” He pouted, adjusting his hold to lift you up higher. 

“Don’t you dare!” You huffed, giving up and going limp in his hold making him grunt at the shift of weight. He didn’t seem to have the same aggression that Jeongguk had displayed, so you went against your gut and trusted that Taehyung wasn’t trying to drown you.

The water was now just under your chest, the sun had done nothing to warm up the water leaving you shivering as your body attempted to adjust to the sudden temperature change. Taehyung didn’t seem at all bothered by the freezing water, but he definitely noticed your shivering, and it made him happy to feel you cling to him tighter. Your skin was against his for the first time, and the excitement he felt was enough to make him feel lightheaded. His hands were so close to your ass. 

Don’t get a boner. Don’t get a boner. Please for the love of God, DO NOT get a boner. 

Taehyung carefully lowered into the water, stopping when the water reached his shoulders. You had panicked, whining about how cold the water was before you wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms tightening around his neck as you squeezed your eyes shut. Taehyung shuddered, hoping you thought it was the cool water that made him react that way– not the feeling of you against him. He didn’t need you to know how much he was simping over you. 

At least not yet. 

After a few moments of you clinging to Taehyung for warmth, you finally adjust to the temperature. He had whined when you first tried to push away from him, holding you tighter as he nuzzled his nose into your neck and breathed in deeply. But upon hearing the warning tone, he reluctantly let go. You had quickly pushed off him, making him frown, were you really so desperate to get away from him? You looked so relaxed as you swam backwards, head tilted back as you watched the sky, eyes closed as you soaked in the sun. You looked so peaceful, chest rising and falling at a steady pace. Taehyung couldn't think of a single time he had seen you so relaxed. 

“Tae?” You called softly. The hybrid hummed, moving closer to where you floated. You opened your eyes, meeting his pretty ones that looked at you like you held the world in your palms. “Are you okay?” 

You watched him stiffen, his brows furrowing. He didn’t think he had given off any vibes that would make you think something was wrong. And while sure, he did feel a little off. He wanted to get away from the hotel and never think of it again. But he had made sure to keep any of those feelings vaulted, maybe he wasn’t so good at hiding his feelings like he had thought.. 

“I didn’t see you for almost two weeks, the guys said you were doing activities..” You trailed off, sighing as you set your feet back on the sand so you could look at him properly. “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” 

Taehyung's heart fluttered, you were worried about him. Which meant you cared about him. Did you like him, the way he liked you? 

“You don’t need to worry about me,” He grinned, grabbing your hands. You didn’t look away from him this time, you held his gaze. Your eyes clearly searching for something off. “I have you now.” 

That evening Taehyung walked you back to her hotel, despite the protests. You were worried he would get in trouble wandering around alone, but after he promised he would be fine, you agreed. You had hesitated before going back inside, staring at him with such a soft look, Taehyung had been convinced he was going to melt.

“I’m glad we got to spend time together Tae, I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

You liked him. Taehyung was sure of it. Your heart beat had been almost as erratic as his own, you had held his hand to and from the beach, you had played with him in the beach and on the sand, you had gotten comfortable with him. More gentle touches, more jokes, more glances when you thought he wasn’t looking. But he was always looking. What else could be more important than you? 

Taehyung was over the moon. You liked him. You may not have said the words, but he could tell through your actions, he could read between the lines. You love him.

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