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raplinesmoon · 2 years

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Aguardiente y Limon (KSJ x F!Reader)

pairing: CEO!Jin x sugar baby!reader (feat. shady business partner Hoseok) genre(s): pwp, smut au(s): sugar daddy au word count: 2.7k (the hold these two have on me) warnings: Dom!Seokjin, Dom!Hoseok, sub!reader, daddy kink, sir kink, grinding, they all just sweaty horny fools, sensory deprivation (blindfold), improper use of expensive alcohol smh, nipple play, oral (f receiving), degradation, RINGSSSS, brat taming mode on, panty ripping, spanking, hitting it from the back, spit kink, Hoseok is a sadistic slimy mf (we love him tho), hair pulling, licking, throat fucking, spitroasting, marking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, choking rating: 18+

summary: Still caught up in work even when you’re off the clock, you and Seokjin find a creative, more daring way to let off some steam - with a little help.

a/n: Interrupting this author’s note bc I JUST HAVE TO SCREAM ABOUT MIN YOONGI WHAT THE FUCK. Anyway, I had a good past couple of days with progressing towards graduation and I felt like rewarding myself with some writing (it is rough tho, it’s my first time writing poly, pls go easy on me). So enjoy this shameless 2seok fic that I’ve been wanting to write forever bc the world needs more 2seok fics 🥵 (they own me). Also pls imagine blonde Hoseok and summer package Seokjin with the open necked shirt and chain for this one!!

listen to: aguardiente y limon by queen kali uchis!

Eyes blurring, your computer screen turns into a brilliant kaleidoscope of blues and greens and pinks, the dots blurring together when you close your eyes, rubbing at your temples. Sighing, you slam your laptop shut. The data analysis could wait. Dr. Ko had you pulling extra hours in the lab anyway, crunching numbers and supervising the clueless first-year dental students who, in their eagerness, had nearly knocked over years’ worth of research on oral drug delivery using chloroplasts.

“I knew you’d cave,” a voice snickers to your side. Looking over at the window, Kim Seokjin is the picture of elegance, the vibrant sunset illuminating his broad figure in hues of pink and orange, the sound of waves crashing behind him, and you can almost imagine the blue of the ocean mirror in the smart button-up he wears.

“I didn’t cave,” you pout, not wanting to admit you’d gotten tired of working. “Just taking a break.”

Seokjin had brought you by the seaside to have fun, paying for your flight, but you’d felt guilty, insisting that if he was off attending the biomaterials conference all day, the least you could do was catch up on grant applications and submitting abstracts for your own work.

It had pained him to see you hunched over the tiny hotel room desk, working hard, instead of flouncing around in the tiny, colorful bikinis he’d seen stashed away in your suitcase, but he had to admit, your determination, and the slightly askew glasses on top of your head, only made you cuter.

“Here, take a sip,” he holds out the glass of Veuve, bubbles fizzing and almost shimmering in the waning light. You knock back the glass, the fizziness making way for the burn in your throat, What was the point of expensive alcohol if it still tasted like wet cardboard?

Seokjin is smiling softly at your disgusted face, but it soon makes way for a smirk, a mischievous look crossing your face.

“Oh no,” you groan. “I know that look. Why can’t we just stay in and watch a movie?”

The movie would be the easiest way to let off steam after your grueling work session. Snuggled against Seokjin under the covers, you know your eyelids would soon drop and his hands would start to wander underneath your shorts, ending with you bouncing up and down on his cock. It was a simple, three-part equation, guaranteed to work every single time. You were both STEM nerds after all.

“Not today,” he chuckles, lifting you up by the arms, sending you stumbling into him. Your lips are plump from biting and your cheeks are puffed out, and he holds himself back from kissing the stupidly adorable pout off your face.

“Now,” he leans to whisper in your ear, a shiver running up your spine. “Be a good girl and get dressed for Daddy.”

Tensing, you make your way through the crowd of rowdy spring-breakers, hand tensing in Seokjin’s as he leads you both to the beachside bar. The floaty sundress you’d picked out to wear clings to your body with sweat, exposing the bright neon of the bikini you’d worn under. If Seokjin notices, he doesn’t say anything, a lazy smirk gracing his handsome features when you came down to meet him in the hotel lobby.

“Is this really your idea of fun?” you question him, nose twitching at the smell of liquor mingling with the sea breeze.

“Not particularly,” he says nonchalantly. He’d switched out the formal blue button-up for a more relaxed look, the buttons of his linen shirt casually undone, exposing the glimmering chain around his thick neck. He’d caught more than a few stares as the two of you traipsed down to the beach, fitting right in with the crowd,

“I figured though,” he turns to you, brown eyes sparkling. “They always hold these fancy conferences in the nicest places. It’s so depressing being stuck in presentations all day. I swear to god, it makes me want to drink and go out more.”

You smile at that. In the brief time you’d known Seokjin through your arrangement, you knew he was a homebody at heart, preferring casual, lowkey situations to many of the fancy parties and events his job required him to attend. While at first, you’d gotten a kick out of his lavish lifestyle, those times soon waned when you realized it was more fun goofing off in his kitchen together, making a viral TikTok recipe, or playing Mario Kart on his couch. Not that it stopped him from blowing your mind after anyway.

“Drink?” his inquiry breaks you out of your thoughts, and you nod, not realizing your throat had gone dry. Whether it was from dehydration, or from following the trail of sweat that trickled down his neck and disappeared under the collar of his shirt, mirroring the uncomfortable pool that had begun to form inside your bikini bottoms.

Watching him turn away, you curse yourself. Why’d he have to be so unfairly hot? Get a sugar daddy, your best friend had joked around with you one day. It’ll be fun, she said. And then next day, bummed after another tuition statement in the mail, you’d happened upon Seokjin at a networking event. Fate had lined up so miraculously for you, that sometimes you couldn’t believe it.

Breath turning shallow, you mull the best strategy to convince Seokjin to ditch the wild spring break party and have one of your own upstairs. You almost don’t hear the low chuckle behind you, footsteps silenced by the sand.

“We meet again,” a voice drawls, and you turn, heart stopping. There, blonde hair glinting against the reflection of the beach bonfire, is Jung Hoseok, eyes trained right on your tits. Shit.

“I’m actually here with someone,” you make up an excuse quickly, eyes searching for Seokjin, only to find that he’s been caught up at the bar, trying to push through a crowd of rowdy fraternity brothers to order drinks. Heart pounding, your eyes meet Hoseok’s, and you swear his smirk looks even more devilish in the low light, feeling yourself clench under his gaze.

“What hyung doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” he whispers, words awakening memories of your last meeting. Before you know it, you’re pulled up against him, the blunt head of his cock brushing up against your ass, ashamed to find it does nothing but arouse you more.

“Dance with me,” the words come out as an order, not a question, the hypnotizing beat of the reggaeton song in the background drawing you into a trance, and before you know it, your hips are swaying to the beat, Hoseok’s hands wrapping around your waist, pressing until you can feel every inch of him against you.

Feeling his subtle smirk behind you, his hands leave burning touches all over your body, and you’re a sailor caught in a siren’s trap, only able to seek relief from the very thing that’s torturing you.

You’re unaware of how many songs pass by like this, the sticky feeling between your thighs growing more with every fluid thrust of his hips. You feel hazy, head spinning with arousal, a low whine escaping your throat, being carried away on the wings of the wind. This madness had to stop.

Hoseok’s eyes widen in shock when you reach behind him to grasp the fine hairs at the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you. Before you can ghost your lips over his, you’re interrupted by a snarl.

“Jung. Didn’t your mom ever tell you it’s not nice to play with things that aren’t yours?”

Turning at Seokjin’s voice, you find him, eyes blazing at the sight of you wrapped around Hoseok.

“Actually,” Hoseok answers with a salacious smirk, “she told me sharing is caring.”

Hoseok’s lust-filled eyes meet Seokjin’s and what you thought to be anger in them initially is replaced by a darker, deeper look. One filled with desire. Looking between the two men, a delicious shiver runs up your spine in anticipation of whatever punishment Seokjin has planned.

“Princess,” Seokjin commands. “Upstairs, now.”

A low hum is all you can hear, ears muffled by one of Seokjin’s ties serving as a blindfold, toying with your senses. Seokjin’s hand had curled around your waist on the beach, pulling you away from Hoseok, never leaving your side on the trek back up to the hotel room. He’d said nothing, jaw clenched, skin glowing with sweat, and you knew you’d hit a nerve, one that would result in you getting your back blown out.

All of a sudden, a cold splash causes you to jolt, liquid spilling onto your tits, soaking through the thin fabric of your dress. Your nipples harden under your bikini top, and you can imagine Seokjin through the blindfold, salivating at the skimpy attire. You don’t have time to think, though, before a pair of plush lips wraps around the hardened bud, sucking and laving at it until your tits are aching. You keen when his lips retreat with a pop, before descending on the other one, giving it the same treatment. Heart pounding in your ears, all you can hear is the soft sucking sounds, and your cunt clenches around nothing. Every touch feels sharper, your senses heightened, pleasure coursing through your veins.

Another splash, and the cold liquid lands on your clothed pussy, soaking through the bikini bottoms. For a brief moment, you think you feel Seokjin’s crooked fingers swipe against your folds, pushing the fabric to the side before ghosting over your clit, swiping against the hardened nub but never touching it in the way you need.

“Ahhh, Daddy, cum, please, need to cum–” your whines are cut off by a brief snicker, more liquid splashing against your cunt, before you feel a tongue swipe against your burning core, sopping up the messy pool that has begun to drip onto the bedsheets.

“What a pathetic slut you have, Kim,” the voice groans against your folds. “So needy, all she wants to do is cum. Doesn’t matter who sticks their dick in her.”

You should’ve known by the swipe of his tongue, the thinness of the lips plunging into you, that the mouth wasn’t Seokjin’s. It moved far too furiously, lashing and licking at your walls, teeth grazing your clit, when all this time, you were far too used to Seokjin’s slow, languid licks.

“Jung,” Seokjin’s voice is dangerously low, and your cunt clenches around Hoseok’s tongue when Seokjin tweaks your nipple, his other hand coming up to wrap around your throat. “Stay in line.”

“As you wish,” Hoseok replies, before diving back in and continuing to eat you out like a man starved, ringed fingers brushing against your clit as he reaches up to shred the fabric covering your cunt into pieces, leaving you bare and exposed to him.

Feeling your hair stand on end, you know your orgasm is close, finally crashing over the edge when you feel Hoseok plunge two fingers into you, tongue lashing against your throbbing clit.

Your chest heaves, coming down from your high, and you feel hands – Seokjin’s – gently remove the blindfold, blinking your eyes as the world comes back into focus. The debauched sight of Hoseok’s smile is the first thing you see, face and chin smeared with your wetness, winking as he sucks your arousal off his digits.

“To her credit,” Hoseok smiles, landing a light slap to your cunt, causing you to whimper, “your girl does taste better than those sorority girls drunk on Tito’s that I ran into this morning. Maybe it’s the Veuve.”

Next to him, the expensive champagne bottle lays overturned, the golden liquid spilling into the sheets, where it mixes with your juices.

“Enough, it’s my turn now,” Seokjin growls, undoing his belt, and Hoseok’s eyes widen before he cowers under his intense gaze, slipping off to the side.

“Hands and knees,” he commands, and you know better than to disobey him, knowing just how dire the punishment would be if you even dared disobey. A loud spank lands on your ass, and you buckle forward, submitting to his order. You squirm in anticipation, waiting for Seokjin to fill you up someway, anyway he can. But Hoseok beats him to it, his fingers reaching behind you and spreading your messy cunt, dribbling until a thick glob of split lands on your ass, trailing down to your leaking entrance.

“Better hurry and fill her up, Daddy,” he taunts Seokjin. “Or she’ll be begging for Sir’s cock instead.”

Need coils deep in your belly, walls fluttering, and Seokjin chooses that moment to slam his length inside of you, filling you up completely.

“Fuck!” you squeal, and his hand pins you down underneath him, preventing you from reaching around and wrapping around him like you always loved to do.

“Who’s pussy is this?” he groans when you begin moving your hips back against him, the two of you locked in a passionate dance. You feel a sharp tug, and he pulls you up by your hair, continuing to pound into you. You feel like you’re in overdrive, body coated in sweat, mind running at a thousand miles per second yet also unable to focus on anything else but the feeling of his cock inside of you. He licks a fat stripe up the side of your neck, messy spit landing on your cheek, and you feel him moan into your ear.

“Yours!” you gasp when he pulls one leg around his waist, opening you up even more. His palms play with your tits, and you’ve almost forgotten there’s another person there in the room until you feel your face turned sharply to the side.

“Little slut loves getting her pussy fucked open, doesn’t she?” Hoseok laughs against your lips, smearing your lip gloss with his thumb, before pulling you into a messy kiss, tongue slipping in between your teeth. It’s over before you can register it, and you feel Seokjin’s lips against your neck again, nipping and sucking at the flesh, making sure to leave marks. Because he can.

“Open for sir,” Hoseok orders, barely giving you a moment to breathe before he’s plunging his length down your throat. Your tongue flattens against the underside of his cock, nerves tingling with delight when you hear him hiss. Hoseok’s hips slam against you, fingers carding through you hair as he pushes you back and forth on his dick, motions as fluid as a dancer’s.

Jaw aching, your body lights up from head to toe, the muscles of your throat tightening around his cock. Seokjin continues to batter your pussy from underneath, and you feel like a livewire, sparks crawling underneath your skin.

“Always a good girl for me,” Seokjin grunts, “letting me fuck this tight pussy any time I want.”

You moan in response, Hoseok’s length throbbing inside your mouth, and you know he’s close.

“Make him cum, fuck,” Seokjin commands, and your eyes widen, turning back to face him. The look in his eyes is completely serious, beads of sweat forming at his hairline, and you feel your cunt clench around him, and you give Hoseok one last, long suck, his salty release spilling down your throat.

“Leave,” Seokjin tells him, and you watch him retreat, motioning “call me anytime” before shooting you a wink.

As soon as he steps out the door, Seokjin’s thrusts slow, setting a lazy pace as he ruts into you, fingers rubbing against your clit.

“You did so well for me,” he whispers into your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Cum.”

And despite his gentle urging, you cum with an ecstatic scream, pussy squirting all over Seokjin’s cock as he spills into the condom. His hands bring you down with soft touches to your back, the inside of your thigh, your belly, and you think you’ve never felt more content in your life.

Shuddering, you feel his warmth disappear beside you before he returns a few minutes later, cleaning you up with a damp towel, eyebrows drawing together in concern at your whimpers.

“M’okay,” you whisper, making grabby hands at him. “Just sleepy.”

You feel the bed dip next to you, his strong arms wrapping around you, before his windshield wiper laugh echoes in your ears.

“Damn it, I was gonna ask if you wanted to watch a movie.”

A/N pt. 2: I am thoroughly sweating but thanks for reading! As always, any feedback or comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. I hope to be back on track with writing and interacting sooner rather than later! Lots of love, Isi 💜

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kanmom51 · 2 years

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Oh I just realized Jikook are the ONLY pair who didn't had ANY interaction on sm since the break 😳 i.e since Dec 6th till date

Jinmin - in dec and after surgery in weverse

Yoonmin - after surgery in weverse

Jihope - hobi likes n commented on insta n weverse

Minimoni - rm posted JM's pic on insta

Vmin - comment on 1st insta post if each other, also tae mentioned about video calling etc, also in weverse

Jinkook - posted their pic on insta

Yoonkook - interacted on insta

Hopekook - often on insta

Namkook - on insta

Taekook - many times

Yoonjin - on insta

Namjin - often on insta n weverse

2seok - frequently on both platforms lol

Taejin - on insta n weverse

Sope - on insta n weverse

Namgi - on insta n weverse

Taegi - on 1st post insta

Yoonkook - on insta

Namseok - on insta n weverse

Vmon - on insta n weverse

Vhope - a lot, lot, lot on both platforms

Ji - kook

So:

Either the closest two members in the band, same two that in the beginning of December were finding it hard to part ways in the airport back in Seoul just prior to having to go into quarantine, yeah, those two, aren't on speaking terms anymore (just a little reminder - same JM heard singing on JKs fish post);

Or perhaps they don't need to interact with each other on SM when they are literally by each other's side most of the damn time.

To be real here, the IG accounts, they're public, and they're work in the sense that they are kind of a way for the members to stay connected on a more personal level with the fandom, not with each other.

This is their private time. A limited time they can do their own thing. Full days and weeks off camera.

Their relationship is theirs to live not ours to see. They also, most definitely, have absolutely nothing, zero, zilch, to prove to us. They show us what they want to show us. They share with us what they choose to share with us, or sometimes do so unintentionally (the car selfie, BV3, J-14 magazine interview, clear examples of them doing their thing thinking that for some reason they won't be caught on camera doing it, but then, well...).

And saying all that, let's stop and think for a second now:

How would said fandom react to a JM/JK or JK/JM interaction of SM?

Let's not be naïve here. We know exactly who will be joyful and who will be far from that, and we also know what will follow.

And I can assure you that the two of them also know that. They know that any interaction between them will ensue a shit load, a mess that will include the usual wave of hate and abuse towards JM mainly but also JK.

So, why bother? Really?

They each post for army, each interact on a personal level with the fandom, but why in hell would they do it with each other when:

1. They are most likely either together or constantly in touch with each other via their own personal means.

2. If and when they do interact there will always be a backlash.

3. This is time to enjoy themselves, not deal with fandom drama.

Thing is, when every single other members interacts on SM with the others and the only ones not to interact are those two, by them staying silent, to me that's them, once again, being the odd ones out, and even more sus and loud than if they would have just popped in a word to each other once in a while on SM. 🤣🤣🤣

Them not interacting publicly on SM for me is them showing, once again, how different their relationship with each other is than with the other members.

#ask

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taetaerec · 3 years

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Masterlist Rec:

OT7/Multi Members:

A+ | Yandere!RM x Unwilling!Reader x Yandere!V

Alpha Goes First | Pack Alpha! Seokjin x Omega! Reader, Implied OT7 x Reader

bitten & knotted | vampire!namjoon x princess!reader x werewolf!hoseok

Burn The Stage | OT7 x Reader, Jk x Reader, 8thMember!au

Caught Ya (Part 1) | Poly!Yandere!BTS x Kidnapped!Reader

Fated to Love You (M) | OT7 x READER

Feel Good~2Seok Poly Au | Alpha!Seokjin x Alpha!Hoseok x Human!reader

Fucked Up series index | OT7 x reader

Heartstring Melodies | Soulmate AU, College AU, fuckboy!Yoongi x Reader (feat. Jeon Jungkook x Reader)

High Ransom. | Mafia!BTS x innocent!reader

𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 | OT7 x reader

it takes two to make a thing go right | Dog Hybrid Jungkook x Human Reader x Dog Hybrid Taehyung

Oppa | Jk x reader, Yoongi x reader, Part(2)

party (m) | rapline x reader

Poison Apple | Kim Taehyung x Fem Reader ; Min Yoongi x Fem Reader

pretty girls don’t get hurt | heir!doctor!seokjin x heiress!ceo!reader x best friend!heir!taehyung

SEE BOTH SIDES LIKE CHANEL | Kim Namjoon & Jung Hoseok | Rich Kids AU / College AU

songbird (m) | vocal line x reader

swear not by the moon | Alpha!Hoseok x Hybrid!Reader x Beta!Jimin

SWEETPEA | masterlist | caregiver!Taehyung x little!OC | little!OC x caregiver!Jungkook

The Dance of Seven | DeadlySins!BTS x reader

Tomorrow | bangtan maknae line x reader

Work | Yandere!BTS x Unwilling! Reader

You’ll Never Walk Alone | Tae x Reader, Jk x Reader, Gang!au

ずっと私のそばにいてね。| pairing : yandere!Taehyung x reader | dandere!jungkook x reader

RM:

Falling | Dark!RM x Reader

In Heat | werewolf!namjoon x y/n

Sleeping Beauty. | Yandere!namjoon x reader

The Runaways | Nerd!RM x BadGirl!reader

torn emerald stockings | yandere! king! namjoon x servant! reader

JIN:

Brotherly Love | StepBrother!Jin x Unwilling!Reader

BURDEN: CHAPTER I | Mafia!Jin x reader

Heat | Alpha!Seokjin x Omega!Reader

Kairos | Alpha!CEO!Seokjin x Omega!Reader

Ready (M) | Alpha!Jin x Reader

YOONGI:

Beloved | Emperor!Yandere!Yoongi X Reader

catharsis (m) | yoongi x reader

ENIGMA: Chapter I | Mafia!Yoongi x Reader

Not so Secret. | Idol!Yoongi x Reader

The Red Dress (M) | Yoongi x Pregnant Wife!Reader

Unexpected (Part 1) | Idol!Yoongi x Reader

Hobi:

Baby | Yandere!JHope x Unwilling!Reader

CHARRED: CHAPTER I | Mafia!Hoseok x Reader

Expecting Yandere!Hoseok x Reader

Langour | Stepbrother!Hoseok x Reader

Run Little Rabbit | Wolf Shifter!Hoseok x Rabbit Shifter!Reader

JIMIN:

CHANGE: Chapter I | Mafia!au x Reader

Don’t Leave Me | Hybrid!Jimin x Unwilling!Reader

Loose ends | Yandere!Jimin x Reader

Paparazzi Part I | Yandere!Jimin x Idol!Reader

Scent of a Flower | Fem! Reader x Yandere Stepfather Jimin

Show me | Alpha!Jimin x reader

SIN CITY ‖ one | Jimin x Stripper!Reader

the dark side of the moon (m) | werewolf!jimin x reader

The Midnight Pack | Alpha!Jimin x reader

TAEHYUNG:

a bit of brattiness. (m) | Alpha!Tae x Omega!Reader

All I Want For Christmas Is You | Brother’s Best Friend!Tae x Reader, enemy-to-lovers!au

Carnal Cupidity (M) | Alpha!Tae x Reader

consequences (m) | taehyung x fem!reader hogwarts au, friends with benefits au

Devotion (M) | Childhood friend!Taehyung X Childhood friend!Reader

Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell | hybrid!tae x human!reader

glow for me | Vampire!Tae x Reader

Guilty | Yandere!Stepbrother!Tae x Reader

I Am a Dog | Yeontan’s pov! Idol!Tae x Reader

Lingering Scents | Brother!Taehyung x Reader

little dove | Alpha!Tae x Alpha!Reader

Little Lamb, So Pure Let Me Taint You. | Yandere!Stepbrother!Tae x Naive!Reader,Pt.2

Manager-nim | Manager!Yandere!Tae x Actress!Reader

Mate | Yandere!Hybrid!Taehyung x Unwilling!Reader

Milk | Powerful!Yandere!Taehyung x Hybrid!Unwilling!Reader

Mistakes | Bestfriend!Tae x Reader

MONSTER: Chapter I | Mafia!Tae x Reader

Pet | Panther!V x Unwilling!Reader

Plan V | Bestfriend!Playboy!Tae x Virgin!Reader

— RAVENOUS (m.) | Alpha!Tae x Reader

Soft Spot 🔞🐾 | Wolf Hybrid!Kim Taehyung x Bunny Hybrid!Reader

Zaddy | Sugar Daddy!Tae x Reader

JUNGKOOK:

a dangerous game | Yandere!Jk x Reader

All I Want | Werewolf!Jungkook x Reader

Angel in the Darkness | Prostitute!Jk x Psychologist!Reader

Brother Knows Best | Yandere!Spepbrother!Jk x Reader

Chocolate Cheeks | Yandere!Jk x Reader

Cold | Yandere!Hybrid!Jk x Unwilling!Reader

crush | idol!husband! Jk x reader

Daddy. | Yandere!Stepfather!Jk x Reader

drown in your body | werewolf!jungkook x human!reader

Dynasty | Guard!Jk x Cocubine!Reader

Hatred | Yandere!Jk x Unwilling!Reader

heartbreak trials | roommate!Jk x Reader

knot today | alpha!Jk x virgin omega!reader

→ lessons in love | Bestfriend!Jk x Virgin!Reader

Moon Mosters | Business Man!Werewolf!Jk x Reader

Nuisance | Yandere!Stepbrother!Jk x Reader

» on my mind | Jk x Reader, domestic!au

RUN | Mafia!Jk x Reader

Run, Rabbit | Predator!Jungkook x Unwilling!Reader

-stay. (m) | popstar!jungkook x groupie!reader

Young Alpha | Alpha!Jk x Reader

#bts smut #bts fanfic #masterlist #jungkook #namjoon #taehyung #jin #jhope #yoongi #jimin

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hollyhomburg · 4 years

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Reasons Wretched and Divine (Pt. 7)

(Hybrid au) (YoonMinJoon x Reader) (Mafia au)

Summary: After years of abuse, you’ve all finally found each other. But for one of you- the fear still lingers, hidden in the shadows. Yoongi doesn’t want much, just a few more weeks, but he only has until the end of the summer.

Parings: Snake hybrid! Yoongi x Dog hybrid! Jimin x Dog hybrid! Namjoon x Pregnant! Reader, Platonic Vmin, allusions to 2seok,

Genre: Hybrid au, Polyamory au, Hurt/Comfort, Recovery, Pregnancy, Mafia au

Tags: Domestic abuse, references to sexual abuse- and choosing to have sex even though you’ve been through sa, physical abuse, polyamory negotiations, Post-traumatic stress disorder, mute characters, brief gore at the end, pregnant m/c, frottage, marking kink, fingering, oral f. receiving, Voyeurism, exhibitionism, implied death but dont worry I do not write MCD!!!!

A/n: just for posterity's sake! i was drunk when i posted this! enjoy! full gangbang comes in (y/n) next chapter! (oh god im going to hell).

W/c: 10.5k

Song Rec: Like Real People do ~ Hozier

~ Series Masterlist ~

2 Years Earlier

- If Jeon Jungkook where so esoterically inclined, he would write a book on how he had become the most dangerous man in the underworld. It would be a short book though; because Jungkook had only 2 rules for himself. The first was to always get up after he’d been hit during a fight (even if it took him a second) and the second was to know when to mind his own business.

- Jungkook was always able to get up after being hit, Even when he’d been a street kid, with not a penny to his name and a whole lot of anger in his mouth. ready to spit vitriol at anyone who would pause and listen. He’d always been able to get up. The pain giving him a kind of sick clarity that he eventually sought out instead of tried to escape. Jungkook could never think as clearly as he did during a fight; or when he was in pain. And that was probably because of his father.

- But whatever. That man was 6 feet under, (his mother on the other hand- no- that bitch certainly had more than one dept to pay still). He didn’t have a lot of time or energy to put into dealing with that particular trauma (why he honestly felt like sometimes- he liked being hit). Most of his energy went into staying alive. Even now- when living and surviving teetered on the same edge. Jungkook had more pressing matters to tend to than dealing with his own fragile mind.

- The way he would get up and hop around for a second to soak in the clarity after being hit during a scuffle was one of the reasons why he’d been given his street name: The Playboy Bunny; further set in stone with his tattoo of the same moniker under his left eye. A cheekbone he’d tap and say “you want to hit me? why don’t you try your luck and see how well it turns out for you.”

- He was doing reconnaissance, Sneaking around the back alley with his hood up and his glasses on- disguising his black eye that was sure to get more than a few looks from passers-by. The ears of the playboy bunny tattoo peeking out over the top of his mask.

- He keeps his eyes on the crowd waiting for some sort of handoff- to see anything at all. But he’d lost his target through the crowd and has no drive to find them in the dizzying rush of people and umbrellas. Not yet. Not when the hum of addiction lurks in his veins.

- Jungkook pauses lighting a cigarette, when a commotion to the side hidden around a corner- blurs his concentration. The world snapping back into focus when he sinks his fingernails into his palm. Terse voices. A couple fighting in the alleyway perpendicular to his.

- Minding his own business was a particular skill of his- it took one kind of person to know when to step in, and another to know which problems weren't worth the headache. And unless it involved the acquisition money or some step therein, it wasn’t a problem worth getting into in Jungkook’s opinion.

- But Jungkook can’t stop his ears from hearing snippets of conversation, a low and angry male voice. The sound of a smack. “You just had to embarrass me like that, didn’t you? First, you come out dressed like a slob and then you act like a fucking whore- I swear if I see you give eyes to another man this week I'll beat you five ways to Sunday”

- The sound of a soft female voice, so quiet- almost indistinguishable from the pouring rain, “I wasn’t-” another smack.

- Jungkook has been hit so many times he knows the sound of it, the ragged gasp the woman lets out, also quite- like even the pain takes up too much space.

- His body starts to move before his mind thinks it through as he gives up position in favor of investigating the noise. There he sees it, ivy growing up the wall next to the back exit of some restaurant. A woman, small crouching in front of a grotesque man. A baggy coat buttoned tight around her small form. hair swept back in a tight bun. Red lipstick smudged. Though you check your hands and think its blood for a moment before you remember you’re wearing it.

- Jungkook waits for a moment before he watches you stand on shaky legs. you get up.

- The rest of the underworld might be old grudges and blood feuds but Jungkook was only here to be a businessman. He didn’t have time for ego and arrogance, let alone time for altruism...

- Usually.

- He looks on for a moment, too sluggish without nicotine, but Jungkook’s lingering stare almost seems to spur the man on. He’s wearing a jacket with a military patch, a badge; some sort of congratulation for service done no doubt. and Jungkook feels his distaste for the man deepen.

- “What you looking at punk?” he slurs. Stalking forward as if to shove Jungkook. He almost wants to tut- that would be an expensive action. Jungkook wonders if the man is maybe high or drunk or both. He’s has had his fair share of experience with junkies and he knows one when he sees one.

- “Nothing, just a pig beating his girlfriend.” The man settles for shoving Jungkook back. And Jungkook lets him. You don’t look up, don’t do anything but lean to the side, like the brick wall is the only thing keeping you up. Jungkook sees the back of your hand, black and blue, the other bruises on your neck. You only make eye contact with him once. Just slightly. Barely in passing.

- You look like Jungkook used to look. He remembers in the savage bite of an open-handed slap- the fear he sees in your eyes. He looks and looks. And it aches so viscerally as Jungkook watches you go, your hurt echoes through him. You look beaten down and broken like Jungkook used too; before he’d decided he was done taking punches from people who were supposed to love him- Were supposed to care.

- (Before he realized life wasn't supposed to hurt)

- He’s never been one to feel things for other people, the empathy sparing him through most of the suffering he’s seen. It’s not that he’s unfeeling; it’s just that Jungkook’s life has forced him to feel concerned only for himself and no one else. His own survival is his first priority; Not others.

- He watches you walk away, And you don’t look back at him. Rushing to keep up with your husband's steps. He waits until you disappear into the crowd before he lifts his phone to his ear and makes a call. “Hey, I need you to flag all of the cars that leave the parking lot, they’re just a couple, should be coming to you soon.”

- Jeon Jungkook had become the most powerful man in the underworld because of two reasons; by being able to take punches, and by knowing when to mind his own business.

- But For this, Jungkook thinks he can make an exception.

- (You won't remember meeting Jeon Jungkook, but Jungkook will always remember you).

~.~

Now

-It comes as no surprise that your little speech fades after a few days and the rest of the hybrids quick to return to treating Yoongi with a mix of disdain and fear. Though mostly- this seems to be caused by Minhyung's group and the other canine hybrids. Namjoon hears them whispering about ‘favoritism’ before they catch on that he’s listening in. And in the days following your impromptu departure from the farm, you find people quiet even further whenever Yoongi's brought up. Staring when Yoongi comes close, afraid to interact with him.

- Even Jimin is greeted mostly with silence from all but a few. The bunny hybrids don’t act so skittish anymore, and the cat hybrids could care less used to sticking to their own group. Taehyung seems to have encouraged the other bear hybrids to make an actual effort and they at least say hello now. It’s better than the derisive comments of the dog hybrids, or the snooty noses stuck high in the air of the dear hybrids and other exotic breeds.

- They know Jimin is close to Yoongi and Namjoon, and now he feels even more like an outsider that before (somehow it doesn't matter as much as before). The only ones who don’t act overtly different are the new hybrids; Hoseok and the small lion hybrid. but They were never around to learn how to hate Yoongi in the first place.

- it's a little cute- the way that Hoseok will always shout Yoongi's name in greeting (though you're unsure if that's just his personality now that he's started to grow into himself). Hoseok is unbothered by Yoongi's reaction; to shy away from anything that will draw more attention to himself. But Hoseok's smile is so bright and elastic that even he has a hard time ignoring the otter hybrid. You hope there will be a friendship there eventually, that yoongi will open up to more than just your group.

- The little lion kit is a new addition too, she's not the only young feline hybrid you have at the farm but she is the friendliest. She gets pretty close to the other cats that work in the kitchen almost instantly. Probably on account of her young age (she's barely 7) and the eldest cat hybrid seems to be particularly fond of the little one.

- She's curious and kind to Yoongi too- excitedly running up to him more than once to show him a little rock or some flower she found- and yoongi will marvel and nod, and if Jimin is near- he'll lean close and tell her how pretty it is.

- She doesn't seem at all deterred by Yoongi's lack of voice. one day she even sees Jimin, her ears perking up excitedly, tail swishing. "Hello Yoonies voice!" it's a little cute- even if it does make yoongi splutter a little. But she's not exactly wrong; Jimin does talk for yoongi more these days.

- She Always comes bounding up to you and giggling happily to be picked up. Her little legs stretching around your waist, small bottom sat atop your baby bump. Making you get the kind of look that makes Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jimin sigh and look impossibly fond. They can only imagine what you’re going to be like once your little one is born. Your due date is barely 2 months away.

- In truth- you’re starting to get a little bit big. You say it one morning with Namjoon. After he asks you why you’re looking into the mirror with such a displeased expression. The sound of your terse voices alerts Yoongi and he comes to the door to your bedroom to witness your spat. Making a flippant hand movement at Namjoon to back off. Namjoon could smell your distress on you when you looked in the mirror, his voice tense but breaking. “Baby just tell me, why you think you’re not beautiful like that? let me understand. Cuz to me- you look more irresistible every day.”

- It’s not that you exactly wanted him to agree with you that you were nearing the size of a whale- but this doesn’t help at all either. His unending insistence- doesn’t he see? when he looks in the mirror doesn’t he see what you do? His instance that everything is alright doesn't help when you’re feeling this self-conscious.

- Yoongi helps you, fiddling with Namjoon’s closet for a second before he pulls out an extra-large white shirt of his and helps you into it- tying it loosely over your baby bump so that it flatters your waist a little more. The attention that Yoongi shows you clearly making you flustered. Then he drags you to the mirror, tugging your hair out of its bun, the tension going out of your shoulders.

- Yoongi doesn’t know it, but Namjoon does. Your late husband used to always be so particular about your hair, yanking on it harshly if it was left down. and An easy way to avoid him yanking on it was to leave it up. And sometimes you still pull it up convinced it’s safer even though he’s dead and gone. It’s scary how simple it is- but the second your hair comes down your whole body relaxes.

- All the while Namjoon watches from your bed. And you take in yourself, the baby hairs free-floating against your forehead; Yoongi curls one gently around his finger and then lets it go. You take in the way that the fabric hangs now, making you look a little more proportional, Yoongi gives you a satisfied smile behind your back and you have to sigh and admit it. “Okay- okay- I’ll give you this- I’m not a whale”

- “And even if you where you’d be a pretty whale.” Yoongi has the good sense to hurl a pillow in Namjoon’s direction, but it makes you laugh all the same- the heaviness in your chest abated a little. Your sleeve brushing Yoongi’s as you head downstairs, Namjoon trailing behind.

- The beach trip was a nice distraction from chores but the real work comes crashing down on them the next few days. Your little group feels closer than ever, you rarely part from any of them for long and their intention, their little acts of care never fail to make you feel flustered and taken care of.

- Jimin always holds out a hand for you to take when you’re stepping over uneven ground, Yoongi makes a startled noise whenever you so much as get close to a hose that might trip you, always gesturing for you to pause and take a break whenever you’re working in the garden. Namjoon too, always running back and forth from whatever project he’s working on to check on you and make sure you have water or food.

- At night, Namjoon takes your stretch mark cream from you, rubbing down your baby bump and your hips, the little lines of lighter skin on your waist get little kisses from him.

- Even if you want just a snack, Namjoon and Yoongi will bring you a full meal- convinced that you need to be eating more than you are. At dinner Yoongi fills up your plate- piling it high with more food then you could fit in your already crowded tummy. And he always eyes you suspiciously when you can’t finish the full plate. Namjoon too will level you with a look- asking if you really are full.

- Since your pregnancy has progressed, you’ve become a little moodier, and a little hornier whenever way the wind blows. And Namjoon doesn’t help that much at all- and by that you mean, he makes it worse. When he comes out of the field with his shirt off and tucked into his shorts all of his thickness, his muscles that make you ravenous.

- During lunch one day he drags you away to a forgotten tool shed, though it would be easier just to go up the hill to your bedroom- you feel like teenagers sneaking around like this.

- Namjoon presses into you as he hits the latch on the door, muffling your giggles with kisses as you hide from the hybrids outside, voices that you can dimly hear, unable to pick out any one particular yet- but you know they're there.

- You and Namjoon might bicker like an old married couple. But you also act like teenagers gooey and giggly and so so so in love. “Do you think that they can hear you like this? Or smell you, my love?” Namjoon is always quick to tell you how delectable you smell when you’re horny. His more sensitive nose-picking it up the second you feel a slickening between your thighs.

- You’re shaky when you respond. “I don’t know, maybe?” Namjoon always has this passionate intense air about him. He’s slightly possessive- but you’d never fault him for that not when it’s all about protecting and providing for you. Not when he always puts your pleasure first (you feel like you may have turned into a slight pillow princess with him).

- Namjoon heaves you up onto the edge of a bench and then gets on his knees. Gently lifting your leg over his shoulder. He’s always mindful of how much you can move in your swollen state. He checks to make sure he’s not bending your hips in an uncomfortable way.

- You put your hands back on the dusty bench to stabilize yourself as you lie back, Namjoon wastes no time in pressing his face close to your cunt and inhaling, His nose prodding at the thin fabric of your underwear. One of his ears caught on the hem of your dress. His fingers digging into the plushness of your thighs- so full and healthy it makes him hard in his pants.

- He’s slow with the appreciation of your thighs and hips. Hands gripping and moving on to touch and feel like you have all the time in the world. But you hear voices outside the tool shed you’ve commandeered and you could just slip out and go back up to your house- but somehow you like this better. The thought of being discovered stirring an unsure heat in your stomach.

- You can hear Taehyung's voice, and then- like a shock through your core- you hear Jimin’s. Namjoon can feel your jolt. And you realize- his sensitive ears must have known who it was before your own human ones did. He chuckles- teasing his fingers along the hem of your underwear, almost daring to slip inside.

- You almost whine when you think about what you’re being denied- the harsh pull of his fingers that you’re so addicted too, how thick his fingers and knuckles feel (almost as nice as his cock) when they pull out and push in.

- Yoongi and Namjoon have always had the most lovely hands, it’s strange that when Namjoon touches you- you think about Yoongi’s hands. The way you clench around his fingers at that has Namjoon’s tail wagging. "you're thinking about them aren't you," The way you clench around his fingers at that has Namjoon’s tail wagging. Because yeah; Yoongi and Jimin are apart of Namjoon’s pack too, and bonding and group sex are kind of the same thing to hybrids. You’d found that out the hard way when you’d found a group of cat hybrids all tangled together in the grass the other day.

- Namjoon is always so gentle with you because of your condition, but you find your hips jerking with want. His fingers still when he feels the way your wetness has spilled out the sides. His thumb pressed over your clit teasingly. “smell so good when you're like this So wet my love, are you thinking about them finding you like this?”

- “Y-yes” you confess, and Namjoon growls, nipping at you through the fabric, the feel of his teeth brushing you, over the sensitive skin. The fabric cushioning the feeling, makes you almost gush, and you know you’ll be shakily legged by the time he lets you get down. And that he won’t let you get away from him until he’s taken care of you in this way, sated you in every sense of the word.

- But he can also tell how shy you are, the heat under your skin at the thought of being discovered. always unsure how much of your dirty talk is a real want and not just something you like in theory. Namjoon knows the idea of sharing you with the others might seem like the most natural and hottest thing; to love you alongside them. but to you- a human, hybrid sex and hybrid bedroom dynamics aren't as given.

- So he leans close, sliding your underwear down your legs slowly, letting you feel the heat of his palms on your skin. You're getting worked up a little too quickly, your heaving breaths needy. God damn pregnancy hormones you'd say if you could think beyond the plush feeling of his lips pressing a kiss to your clit. “Gotta clean you up for them, if they smelled you like this- then they’d know wouldn’t they?”

- You prove Namjoons initial assumption wrong. “What if I-” you whisper- gasping quietly as Namjoon drags the fabric to the side and glides a delicate lick over your folds. “What if I want them to know?” the pleasure thrumming through your body as Namjoon licks up your slit. Namjoon stills, ears perked, eyes flashing in the half-light. The snarl against your cunt loud and echoic.

- The voices outside fall silent and Namjoon doesn't stop his ravenous licking no matter if you have to bite your lip to keep your noises in. One of your hands scrambling to pull at his hair and find something to grip onto and anchor yourself against the onslaught of pleasure. Jimin is the first one to puncture the silence, “What was that?”

- Then comes Seokjin's voice “all of you- move along- whoever it is they probably don’t want the three of you listening in like a bunch of horn dogs” which is basically a confirmation that they were listening in, and that Yoongi was there too.

- When you finally exit the toolshed with weak legs, sure you’re going to have to at least got change your underwear. You find a bleary-eyed Seokjin a few dozen feet away, obviously upwind of the toolshed. he levels Namjoon with a tired expression. “You both have dirt on your knees” Namjoon has the good sense to look shy at that. You hastily brush off the spots on his, and he on yours.

- If Jimin and Yoongi smell anything on you later- they don’t say anything and the idea that they might make you feel hot all over whenever they lean in too close. You think you see a blush on Yoongi’s face more than once, and maybe see him adjust his pants out of the corner of your eye, but Jimin seems blissfully unaware.

- You have a check-up at the doctor’s office in the coming days. And although only Namjoon is allowed in the room with you (they have a two-person maximum because the ultrasound room is tiny), Yoongi and Jimin also accompany you. Namjoon comes bounding out after, waving the picture and smiling so so wide, both Yoongi and jimin leaning in close to get a better look- they’re so enamored with the little photo. And when you get home- Namjoon shows anyone that asks how the check-up went, eventually hanging it on one of the two fridges in the kitchen.

- Jimin is the only one who seems to notice the jealous looks- because you went out for ice-cream after and come home with them still partially melting (you’d had another craving- french-fries dunked in ice cream of all things). One of the other hybrids having heard Jimin talk to Tae about the beach trip too. They come to you at the end of the day, 2 bunnies, a cat, a fox and one of the bears- a mish moshed group of hybrids; petitioning you to start the beach trips for everyone.

- You can only fit so many people into the back of your truck so you pick a day and start a raffle for spots. Jimin throws his name into the hat just in case but to his surprise, Yoongi doesn’t. No matter how much Jimin bugs him too; He won’t agree to accompany Jimin to the beach again. Shaking his head with a roll of his eyes back tipped back against the grass, his sunhat crumpled. Offering up a few sweet tomatoes to soothe Jimin’s sour nerves.

- The peace lasts for a couple of days before they’re right back to treating Yoongi like shit and for some reason, it pisses Jimin off more. No matter how many times he’s heard Namjoon asks Yoongi to please tell him when anything happens. The snake hybrid seems unable to fight back.

- Jimin asks one of the hybrids why she won’t look at Yoongi (after the snake has already gone up the hill to retrieve another dish for dinner) and beyond a startled look, she just says “none of us can smell him” she throws a stack of paper towels down onto the table angrily. The deer hybrid across from them stumbling with their silver wear But she doesn’t need to re-iterate herself. Jimin understands- it’s hard to trust someone who can lie to your face- and in the world of hybrids where emotions can be decreed from a simple sniff, Jimin can’t say he doesn’t see where they’re coming from.

- Doesn’t excuse their behavior, however. After all- Jimin can smell Yoongi’s emotions through his scent and he didn't realize that was something strange until now. To Jimin, Yoongi’s scent is soft and sweet- something gummy and soft like a marshmallow. But that’s probably because he spends so much time with the hybrid. The others only spend so much time around him and are unused to his scent. And the fact that he never talks and never tries to socialize doesn’t help.

- Jimin can’t imagine not wanting to smell more of it- not leaning in whenever the other hybrid passes. Jimin wants to bury his face in Yoongi’s neck and rub his cheek all over it. The same way that Namjoon does to him in the morning if he shows up before he’s changed from his pajamas. And he knows he smells soft like sleep- an alluring smell to the older alpha when he comes down the stairs, ears straight up eyes wide as he takes in all of Jimin's vulnerability.

- and it might have to do with what Taehyung had said- that alphas eat up that sort of thing.

- Namjoon smells good too, his scent all soft mornings and sleepy walks, the older hybrid large and so pliant in his sleepiness, eyes swollen and face puffy as he hides in Jimin’s shoulder. Sending his pine scent all over so that it sticks to jimin no matter where he is. So that jimin will smell like Namjoon all day.

- One of the cat hybrids at the sink rolls her eyes. But when you come down the stairs smelling much the same. You touch his arm so softly in passing, like you can’t believe you’re allowed. And Jimin’s senses are a dizzying blur of cream, peaches, pine, and marshmallow.

- when he goes back to the barns, hazy at being scented by Namjoon so thoroughly. Taehyung levels him with a funny look and a chuckle. "you're more devious than anyone gives you credit for" thought Taehyung means it good-naturedly- it's good to have a friend to ask how to go about flirting with. the other hybrids gathered on the couch in front of the tv; some cartoon playing- pretend like they're not listening in.

- "How do you know so much when you don't have a pack of your own Tae?" he asks over breakfast, the two of them clutching breakfast burritos on their way to check Tae's bees. Tae doesn't meet Jimin's eyes "you're just lucky- most hybrids dont find a pack so easily Jimin" his words aren’t jealous- only a little patronizing. And Jimin accepts it because he knows he has a lot to learn.

- Taehyung is right- out of all of the hybrids at the farm, there are only a few who have paired up or even made stronger groups or multi-person packs. the bunnies and the cats don't form set generally- though there are a few pairs and more than a few throuples.

- Jimin as caught Yeonjun making out with a tabby more than once- has learned to avoid certain sections of the woods all together because everyone knows that's where the bunny hybrids like to go in the afternoons. The canine hybrids are the only ones who have packs, though there are more than half a dozen loners like jimin and namjoon.

- It's hard for Jimin to cohabitate with them even though there are other larger predators and more than a few prey hybrids living in Jimin's barn. he hadn’t really realized until taehyung pointed it out that each different pack occupied one corner of the punk room. More than once- the room in the barns has felt hostile if only for the packs that have claimed either corner of the bunkroom. it's usual to wake up and find more than one of the pups cuddling with another in one single bed.

- Having reciprocated love in his pack shouldn't feel like an impossibility to Jimin. But still, when Yoongi steps close- an inch too far away, his fingertips barely brushing- Jimin just- yearns. It’s a soft sort of yearning, the kind that has jimin jumping up whenever Yoongi needs something. Has him settling a think knit blanket over Yoongi’s nobly knees during movie nights, and sticking his own feet underneath the edge of the blanket. Feet Pressed to the clothed line of his calf. Maybe nothing will ever come of it, But Jimin yearns with everything he’s got regardless.

- In the late hours of the night, when Jimin lies awake thinking about the three of you. An instinct welling inside of him that says he should walk up the hill and fall asleep on your couch just to be closer to you three (the pack instinct- Taehyung calls it, looking a little bit sad himself when jimin asks him, the other hybrid moving away before jimin can ask exactly what that means) Jimin wonders if his feelings will ever be reciprocated.

- But love is a strange thing, it’s not just about saying it with kisses or touches- though Jimin wants them too. There is love in the small things, in building something together so that’s what Jimin tries to do. Every day- he takes to gardening with a new vigor. Shouting in joy when you harvest some of the tomatoes- filling up a whole gallon bucket with the amount that have ripened over the last week. Your peppers and cucumbers are beginning to produce more too.

- Jimin and Yoongi run to Namjoon just to give him a handful. The alpha gives each of them a sweet nuzzle in thanks, even if Yoongi chirps and moves back after a moment. A flush high on his cheek. Namjoon looking up at Yoongi from where he’s stopped- cheek on the elder's shoulder. The snake relaxing after a moment.

- You spend the rest of the day showing Jimin and Yoongi how to prepare the tomatoes to make a sauce, roasting them on low heat. Cutting garlic so so carefully, and whenever Jimin looks across the prep table- Yoongi’s gaze darts away. halfway through- yoongi stoops down, sticking his socked feet into jimin’s lap, and it feels so nice, to have their weight there.

- You go over to Yoongi at one point, and he tips his head back to look up at you. The back of his head is at the right height to lye up against your baby bump. And Jimin watches, as you slowly, so slowly, brush the hair out of his eyes and away from his forehead. Yoongi’s eyes flutter closed and he tips his face into your hand. Letting out a low happy grumble when you take his action as positive reinforcement, and drag your nails over his scalp. In Jimin’s lap, Yoongi’s toes curl.

- It feels strange- and Jimin can’t quite put his finger on it- but it almost feels like Yoongi is letting you all touch him more than ever. Suddenly okay with touches- as long as it’s in a more private setting. Jimin can’t say he’s unhappy about it. Maybe one-day yoongi will even let Jimin scent mark him.

- Jimin smiles at Yoongi’s happy little snake grumbles. And keeps chopping his garlic. Is happy to receive the same kind of scratch from you a few minutes later. Though he might abandon his chopping in favor of rubbing his face all over your stomach when the instinct strikes him. Jimin unintentionally lets out a growl when you start to move away. Slapping a hand over his mouth and apologizing, no matter how you and Yoongi laugh.

- Still, despite the happiness, you have in your kitchen, in your house, whenever you’re around each other. The rest of the world is not so kind.

- An adoption day comes at arguably the worst and best time. There is still a fair amount of friction between your group and the rest of the hybrids. And a few outsiders at the farm only make it worse. Though Yoongi, Jimin, and Namjoon aren’t the only hybrids who wear red stickers to indicate that they are not available for adoption.

- Hoseok surprisingly- grabs a yellow sticker. And the three of your hybrids watch- as Seokjin hovers around him- a red sticker on his own lapel- wary of all and anyone who interacts with the otter hybrid. His glares putting off all but the most attentive patrons. That's where it starts.

- Jimin is unfortunately caught in the middle when seokjin confronts hoseok. off to help the three of them bring down 3 trays of cut watermelon for the hybrids and the patrons. The dinner tables have been set out on the side of the field piled high with Hors d'oeuvre. You’re there with Namjoon greeting the humans. Games are set out too- for the hybrids and humans to play.

- it’s no secret that they’ve gotten close, and jimin had assumed they’d talked about it- but apparently not. Seokjin is so angry he’s nearly crying. “why- hoseok- why do you want to leave the farm?” Hoseok’s little otter ears are tight against his scalp. “I just- I didn’t want to assume?”

- “Oh- so you’d rather just- throw away everything that we’re trying- all of this- you don’t you dont want to stay do you-” Jimin has never seen seokjin looking so lost, and he knows enough to guess that Seokjin’s anger is at least in part to due to some trauma (later- Jimin will find out that Seokjin’s mother left him with his last owner- an abusive man- to save herself).

- Jimin knows enough to get in between them, telling them to calm down and spend a minute away from each other. Jimin ends up with Hoseok- “it’s hard Jimin- how do you, how do you have so much sureness with Y/n? with Namjoon and yoongi too? How do you look at them and trust that you should stay?” Hoseok's eyes remain on Jimin's red tag.

- Jimin sighs, thinking it through, “do you look at Seokjin and know he cares about you? like- do you know it in your bones?” Hoseok bites his lower lip, “yes- but-”

- “Then you should stay Hoseok,” Jimin walks Hoseok up to the main house where the stickers sit on the prep table. Changing out his yellow one for a red one. And when they head off back down the hill, Seokjin is waiting on the path with Yoongi, apologizing and dragging Hoseok away to the barns where Seokjin’s own private room is. Hoseok goes willingly, smiling up at the older hybrid. His narrow shoulders cuddled under one of Seokjin's wide ones.

- jimin has to admit, an otter and an alpaca are a weird combination for a hybrid pack (But no stranger than a pair of puppies and a snake). His thoughts drift towards Taehyung- and Jimin hopes that his friend won't end up alone. it must not be easy- to see all of you pair off like this.

- in some ways, that adoption day is full of just as much bullshit as they usually are. there are always people who dont understand the effort it takes to take care of a hybrid- they aren't just like any ordinary pet. it's easy to spot the ones that view them as pets- and less like people. You get a few rich people looking to adopt a companion as always.

- A substantial group of families also look to adopt similarly aged companions for their single children. And you agree to more than one possible test weekend. You’re always so particular about letting the children go, so wary and so careful in the way you let them interact with the families.

- Though they don’t have parents here- there are more than a few good role models and parental figures. More than one child chooses a red tag for themselves. And they always know have a right to it- no matter how young they are. You make it clear to the group of them; If they don’t want to be adopted they don’t have to be.

- You even get one couple- the woman withdrawn and sad, and a slightly jealous look at your own pregnant stomach says more than any words could. It’s pretty common for women who can’t have children to adopt hybrid children. and though some of it doesn't sit right with you, You aren’t one to judge.

- Jimin spends most of the adoption day helping you balance the need for food and for games. running back and forth to the house to help. Though there is a little work that needs to be done here and there just to keep the farm running as usual. grey storm clouds roll in halfway through the day, puncturing the blue sky- foretelling scattered showers and storms. and jimin hopes it will cut the adoption day short so that you can return to your routines.

- Jimin is just helping Yoongi putting away a broken badminton net When it happens- Jimin isn’t certain why it does. Only that he hears the words outside the shed after Yoongi's just excited to grab the broken rackets (Namjoon isn't the only clumsy hybrid you have at the farm).

- “oh sorry- ew gross,” a shrill female voice says, and then he rounds the corner and sees yoongi picking himself up from the dirt- a rich lady and her peacock hybrid looking down at him like he’s the dirt beneath his shoes. The peacock hybrid has Yoongi’s sun hat in his hands and there is another hybrid- a wolf hybrid from the farm with a green sticker on his shirt, who growls down at yoongi.

- His shoulders shake too the way they do when he’s been touched and he doesn’t want to be. Jimin has seen you brush your fingers over the back of Yoongi’s hand, has even felt the coolness of the snake hybrid through the fabric when the elder grabbed his sleeve. Has touched him even more intimately as of late. But he knows that Yoongi can’t tolerate being touched by people he doesn’t trust- doesn’t want to touch him. basically, anyone, that's, not you, Namjoon, or Jimin himself.

- “Hey- what the fuck!” Jimin spits, grabbing the sunhat out of the hybrid's hand with a growl, his ears flat against his head. If Jimin had elongated canines like Namjoon they would be barred in anger as he shoves the larger hybrid back. Yoongi shrinks impossibly smaller behind him.

- Jimin is hot and itchy from the heat and the humidity, and he really just wants to shower and cool off. He doesn’t have the energy to deal with entitled people today. And more importantly- no one touches Yoongi on Jimin’s watch.

- The hybrid looks surprised to be talked to in that way, he’s nearly a head taller than Jimin let alone the slightly taller feathers that poke out of the top of his head that give him the appearance of several more inches- but Jimin’s intimidating enough with his set expression to send the hybrid huffing away. Feathers fluffed.

- The peacock's iridescent feathers stand up on end as he grabs the hand of his human owner, her diamond tennis bracelet glittering in the sunlight. “This was getting boring anyway. Sorry” he tosses over his shoulder at the canine hybrid, who looks so disappointed his ears pinned back against his head. They only give him that- barely a look, before they’re heading off down the hill in the direction of the line of cars parked on the grass.

- The wolf hybrid deflates audibly- watching the woman and the other hybrid disappear down the hill. promises of home and family disappearing in a moment, but Jimin has to think- if they’d be discouraged so easily- were they really worth it? The wolf hybrid doesn't seem to think so- Turning his angry tear-filled eyes on Jimin.

- But Jimin can see the hate in his eyes and knows not to mistake the tears for only sadness. “You both ruin everything” he growls out- before they too run back towards the barns- no doubt to tell the others how Yoongi had sabotaged their adoption. Even though that was far from the truth. in all honestly- yoongi just bumped into the lady- or more probably- the lady bumped into him when he was on his way out of the shed.

- Jimin holds out his sunhat to Yoongi, who takes it from Jimin carefully, Jimin doesn’t linger on the fact that his hand still shakes. Jimin’s hand lingers somewhere close enough where Yoongi could touch it could reach out if he wants too. If he wants to get that kind of comfort from Jimin's touch- then Jimin will willingly give it.

- a faint flush coats the elder's cheeks. Oh no- he must be overheating then, Jimin feels a rush of concern. He knows what you would do, hover your hand close enough to Yoongi’s forehead, usher him upstairs for a break in the air conditioning, and a glass of icy lemonade.

- All they can hear is the shouts of laughter at the games the others play in the fields, “I understand why you don’t want to stay in the barns, why you don’t want to socialize with some of them, they’re so unkind to you it makes me crazy.” Jimin shakes his head, sour anger filling him like a rotten peach.

- Yoongi, looks more than pacified, looking up at Jimin with an indecipherable look. Most of the time, Jimin can get a good guess on how he’s feeling but not now- not that indecipherable heaviness he finds there. or the strangely heavy marshmallow scent that’s fluffed around them. Jimin lets go of Yoongi’s hat.

- After a moment Yoongi nods, and Jimin takes it as a thank you. They’re done for the day and dinner won’t be for another few hours or so. Jimin is ready to avoid some of the strangers and hopefully take advantage of the empty showers. The sky is grey with incumbent storm clouds when Jimin makes his way to the shower buildings which he finds blissfully empty; except for the bear hybrid Jackson that tosses a greeting at Jimin before exiting.

- Jimin doesn’t even bother to flick the lights on, instead of settling for the calm light that comes through the skylights, grey and hazy. the storm clouds have started to roll in properly. He hums as he disrobes, goes to grab his favorite strawberry body wash, and picks the last shower at the end, disrobing in relative comfort, glad for a moment of privacy.

- The blissfully Coldwater does wonders for his overheating muscles, relaxing his body deliciously from a day spent walking up and down the hill. he digests the chaos of the day- seokjin and hoseok fighting, yoongi getting shoved. you'd looked frazzled the last time he'd seen you, smile strained as you made small talk with most of the humans, Namjoon always close incase you needed someone to lean on.

- Jimin had been able to tell that your feet were sore just by looking at you. Namjoon will probably make you sit down before long, maybe he already has. You’ll probably cut off the adoption day because of the rain. Taking down names and information before you send them on their way. You rarely let a hybrid leave the farm after one adoption day, needing to have more private meetings and house calls to willingly part with one of them. You just want to make sure you dont release them back into another abusive household.

- He hums as he washes, lingering in the water and taking a longer shower than he usually would. He hums, testing the way his vocal cords wrap around the acoustics of the empty high ceilinged room.

Then he hears the scuffling of someone in the bathroom too and cuts off. A little abashed at being caught. The rustling getting closer and its a moment before he realizes that the rustling is coming from his own section of the bath. he smells him the second before he pulls the shower curtain gets pulled back.

- “Yoongi!” Jimin shouts, furiously grabbing at something to cover his nakedness. Jimin furiously tries to cover his crotch, grabbing one of the large bargain bottles of shampoo and hold it there even as cold water runs over his face. Getting into his wide eyes. “Yoongi what the fuck! You’re naked!”

- Jimin is glad that the rumors about snake hybrids having double the appendages as a normal hybrid are false but he can’t stop his blush or his wandering eyes as he sees the snake hybrid in full. Or the hot lick of arousal that shocks him through his core- especially when he recognizes the heaviness to Yoongi's scent as being arousal.

- there is a single moment, jimin can smell yoongi- can see the want in his eyes, can feel his own scent fluff out to meet his, yoongi sags under the weight of Jimin's scent as the surprise dissipates. "do you-" Jimin's face must be brighter than a tomato. He reaches out a tentative hand, "do you want to-"

- Before Jimin can do much more than that Yoongi’s lips are on his, tentative but firm and passionate, the fire leaking into him from Yoongi as jimin stumbles in surprise. The kiss tastes like thank you and Ive wanted to do this for longer than i care to admit and everything yoongi can't say, can't let slip past his lips. jimin drops the shampoo bottle which narrowly misses his foot as Yoongi’s hands come up to encircle his jaw so softly like Yoongi is holding the most important thing in his world. Jimin is so shocked that for a moment- he doesn’t kiss back and Yoongi retracts- not before Jimin chases his lips and the snake hybrid returns to him.

- It’s the first time Yoongi’s ever touched Jimin so bare, and the snake’s hands on the back of his neck feel cold and shivery but good. As Jimin’s back hit’s the wall and their fronts press together for a moment, just brushing. Then colliding with more force as they both realize how good it feels to be so close to someone you trust. It’s dizzying- intoxicating, and Jimin knows his mouth is moving sloppily even if he wants to kiss Yoongi with just as much intent.

- The snake hybrid bites- actually bites- down on Jimin’s tongue. And a strangled whine comes to live and die in his throat. A snarl in his ears from Yoongi's mouth as the snake hybrid keeps his biting, moves to Jimin's throat- bites hard Enough that Jimin knows he'll leave a bruise. "leave more- yoongi please mark me" jimin feels hot with the thought of it- the thought of all the other hybrids being able to smell yoongi on his scent gland.

- Jimin doesn’t know where to put his hands, he knows enough to know that Yoongi doesn’t like to be touched and unsure if it extends to right now. but it seems okay if he’s doing the touching. His hands sliding down Jimin's back to his waist. He’s a good kisser, the best that Jimin’s ever kissed (not that there have been many) and he tips his head forward to put as much scalding force as he can into it when yoongi leaves his neck in favor of his mouth, trying to match Yoongi’s intensity even if he can’t match his skill.

- Yoongi takes a step forward, and Jimin’s cock brushes his hipbone, and he can’t stop the way his hips jump at the contact, brushing into Yoongi further. Jimin’s blood boils with arousal. Yoongi is equally as hard compared to Jimin. And Jimin doesn't know if its water or precum that he feels on his skin. Can't look down to check.

- By the time Yoongi leans back and finishes running his fingers through Jimin’s hair and over his shoulders. Jimin’s so wound up he feels like he’s about the pass out. The cool water cascading over his back doing nothing to settle him. Yoongi moves his hips- testing the waters, as he grinds, works jimin’s hips into an unsteady rhythm. and jimin moans.

- Yoongi pulls back, looking at jimin, their noses brushing, like he can’t bear to have jimin farther away from him than this, want heavy in his eyes, and Jimin tastes the words on Yoongi’s lips as good as if he’d said them. “Yoongi” jimin breathes. Palms pressed carefully to the shower wall so that he won’t reach out and yank Yoongi closer. But he’s Weak against the wake of this of all this feeling.

- “fuck- kiss me again- can we- ” Jimin feels strung out, his body heavy with something like heat- maybe Jimin is actually having a heat and it’s not just in his imagination (he wouldn't really know what it felt like- never having had one before because of his malnutrition). But This kind of kissing is certainly enough to trigger one.

- Yoongi opens his mouth for a second, almost like he’s about to speak- or to try to, Jimin’s never been sure if he can- if it’s muteness or just Yoongi being selective. And then in the next moment, Yoongi’s gone, almost tripping on his way out of the showers with how fast he’s leaving jimin. A whine dies in his throat and jimin starts after him, But then Yoongi turns back. Gesturing with a hand for jimin to stay put. Yoongi looks angry, and it takes a moment for Jimin to realize that the anger wasn’t directed at jimin- only at Himself.

- Jimin stays in the shower, water thundering down around him as the sky overhead thunders too. Jimin listens to the faint sound of Yoongi dressing and then leaving the showers. Jimin lets him go. So sure that he has absolutely no idea what just happen- or even if he didn’t imagine the whole thing.

- jimin’s hand on himself doesn't feel nearly good as Yoongi’s did.

- Yoongi’s hands shake all the way back up the hill, and he hopes his wet hair won’t be too suspicious especially when a mixed group of hybrids crosses his path. Returning to the barns as most of the adoption day festivities have ended.

- Yoongi’s careful to keep his eyes averted. And like usual- the conversation comes to a halt when Yoongi passes them by. It no longer bugs him the way it might have once. They have a good reason not to want to associate with him. Yoongi’s body shakes with the weight of the things he’s done and the things he’s going to do.

- you gather with 3 families on your porch as you take down their names and contact information. You send yoongi a concerned look as he quickly heads inside the house. Pausing only for a moment before he decides to go to Namjoon first. Later- later he’ll ask you too.

- Stupid- he’s been so stupid recently. Touching you- indulging in these short sweet touches because he wants more so badly. Knows he can never have it doesn’t stop the wanting. If his owner ever found out what he’s done- if she ever found out what he’d almost done with jimin- she’d surely have Jimin’s hands for it.

- And as much as Yoongi wishes it were any other way- Jimin almost touching him does remind him of far worse times. Though he’d been the one to initiate it this time- the memories still linger.

- Times when foreign hands touched his skin as he’d thrashed and screamed trying to protest against the taunting words of his owner. “I’ve never been interested in snake dick but if you want him for tonight you can have him- just be careful- he bites” and he shakes with those memories. Though its been many years. like most kinds of torture- eventually, his owner had grown bored with using yoongi's body as a bargaining chip. Yoongi wonders if he’s ever going to be able to be touched that way without feeling the revulsion at his own body.

- Jimin had come close, but he'd known- known that yoongi didn't want him to touch him. Had seemed more than willing to be touched himself. the revulsion hadn't hit him until the end.

- The places he’s been touched without his consent feel black and decaying- or like ink, every time someone touches him- Yoongi’s surprised that ink doesn’t come away on your hands soft and delicate. But it didn’t change the fact that Yoongi wanted it- and wants it still.

- he wants to see you soft and sated the way you look sometimes in the morning when he can smell Namjoon on you- wants to cause it- maybe, someday in the future if you'll let him. He knows you’d be gentle with him. Wouldn’t put your hands anywhere he didn’t want. Would check in with him- going as slowly or as quickly as he wanted too. Namjoon would be able to be gentle too- Yoongi’s sure of it.

- He wants it, even though he knows that want only put you all in danger. He’s an incredibly selfish person. He hopes he never gets to have that intimacy with you, for your sake.

- yoongi should only let himself dream of something good before he goes- sinks back into that life. But the temptation for more is too strong sometimes, his want filling him up like sticky sweet syrup that pollutes every moment.

- Namjoon is on the second floor of your house and Yoongi takes the stairs two at a time. Folding laundry in what will one day be the nursery for your child. He’s taken the ultrasound up here now- hung it up so he can look at it. and Yoongi is reminded of A few days ago when he gushed about the development of your child to Yoongi in the kitchen comparing them to the size of a fruit. “a cute little cantaloupe- the cutest little cantaloupe”

- You and Namjoon have made the decision not to find out the gender, but the walls of the nursery are still pained blue, puffy clouds above and little flowers below, dandelions and daisies, a stalwart sunflower that curls over the arch of the door half-finished. Yoongi knows you work on the mural it whenever you can. But Namjoon gets a little paranoid about the fumes- you compromise and keep the windows open along with the door to your balcony to allow as much air circulation as possible.

- The crib, a fluffy white thing is already piled into the corner. And Yoongi remembers the first few weeks here when you and Namjoon had overzealously ordered it. He’d come downstairs after dinner one night and found both of you puzzling over the directions. And he’d shooed Namjoon away as he’d helped you put it together. The three of you ending up giggly and punch drunk tired by the time it was fully put together. And then had to carry it all the way up the stairs.

-A mobile of little felted flowers that Seokjin made you as a thank you present a hangs above the empty Crib- colorful and cute. And Namjoon has set the laundry on the unused changing table in neat stacks. All of the other furniture is piled into the center of the room so that you can paint the walls. He turns when he hears Yoongi, his tail swishing.

- “Hey Yoon- what you get caught in a rainstorm or something?” the rain splatters against the windows with a soft patter and Yoongi drips onto the floor. He never bothered to dry off after the unintentional shower with jimin. Yoongi makes a shrug that means ‘something like that’ and if the younger hybrid hovers on the way that Yoongi’s lips look a little kiss bitten and swollen he doesn’t say a thing. Namjoon knows better than anyone- what they talk about and what they don’t.

- He hands over the slip of paper; “jimin should move into the main house, you and I could clean out one of the storage rooms and move the stuff into the attic.”

- Yoongi watches Namjoon’s eyes rove over the words a few times. The hybrid purses his lips, “I’ve talked to Y/n about this- and she agrees- but I don’t know if he wants too? He seems pretty comfortable in the barns, he likes Taehyung and they’re friends. and we kind of want to leave it up to him if we can.”

- Yoongi snatches the paperback from him, annoyance flickering in his chest as he rolls his eye. Didn’t Namjoon see that nothing would change if they didn’t push him a little? Jimin is the type to take that kind of abuse again and again if it means not making a fuss. And Yoongi knows it’s only a matter of time before something happens again. He turns it over onto the other side and using the wall as a place to write.

- “He’s already being treated differently because of me” 'me' being double underlined- so that Namjoon really understands what he’s trying to say. Yoongi just wants to make sure Jimin is safe before he goes. Before he needs to leave and before it gets too dangerous and too near a time when his owner will physically retrieve him. Not that Namjoon knows that Yoongi’s presence has an expiration date. Namjoon searches Yoongi’s face for a source to his desperation and finds none.

- Yoongi has never felt worse for keeping secrets. Maybe in another world- Yoongi would have confessed and asked Namjoon, with all of his connections to the police, for help. Yoongi knows enough to put the whole crime system out of whack and yet. Years of negative reinforcement and beatings have taught him to keep his mouth shut and that isn’t going to change now; not when Yoongi’s life isn’t the only one at risk and he knows you’ll all live if he plays by the rules. He doesn't care about his own safety anymore.

- The second he sees Yoongi’s distraught expression Namjoon steps closer Taking off his flannel and tugging it around his shoulders. Namjoon might not make moves to scent mark Yoongi but dressing him in his clothes is as good as he gets. Namjoon’s comforting alpha scent fluffs around him.

- Yoongi wonders if jimin feels the pull the same way he does. Dynamics are more mobile in snake hybrids and downright non-existent in humans. but they’re more set in canines. Namjoon puts his hand on Yoongi’s clothed arm and Yoongi shuffles close after a second. His nose centimeters from Namjoon’s neck taking in deep breathes to try and steady himself. He didn’t realize he was shaking.

- “It will be alright Yoongi, I promise. He’s gonna be safe.” Namjoon adds quieter. And below them both- in the first floor of the house, he can hear your voice, echoing louder and laughing at some sort of joke, Namjoon’s tail starts wagging at the suggestion of you. “I want them to feel safe too.”

- Yoongi wants to write “he should take my room- I won’t be staying in it soon anyway.” but Yoongi needs to make sure- before he leaves. Jimin has to be included in your little pack. He doesn’t want to think- about what the three of you will go through when he eventually has to leave. The days are counting down to the end of the summer.

- He’s fucking selfish, so selfish, to kiss Jimin like that when he knows he won't be able to stay in the hybrids life. He’s selfish every time he begs affection off you, every day he keeps Namjoon Company when he’s cleaning up the other barns. Yoongi writing out words in the dust when Namjoon asks him questions. Eyes only searching when Namjoon turns his back. Looking for any sort of hidden compartment. Completing his task even if it’s the last thing he wants to do. Betraying you like this.

- Jimin spends the rest of the day wondering if the kiss with Yoongi was just a dream. But later at dinner, Yoongi won’t meet his eyes, and jimin knows he didn’t imagine the kiss. Guilt sticks to Yoongi, more distracting than honey stuck between your fingertips.

- Both of them go to sleep still thinking about the kiss. Jimin wondering if it will happen again and Yoongi thinking that he’d like it too. His fingers running over his lower and upper lips, mind awash with the memory of jimin’s mouth on his. And night falls heavy like a weighted blanket on the farm. The sky a big sheet with holes poked through for stars. A heavenly breeze tempting away the summer heat.

- All of the hybrids safe and snoring in their beds. Some even paired- if they’ve got it. Two furry bodies packed close on a single bed. Some even dream of homes they mind one day live in or of the people that one day they’ll get to love. The idea of being kept and treasured lulling them into a drowsy haze of anticipation and security.

- That night, Namjoon knocks on Yoongi’s door. the hybrid leaning up against the doorframe as he watches the snake get ready for bed. “you know... you could sleep in our room if you want, we have an air conditioner in there too.” yoongi has a notepad ready, he knows that Namjoon likes to open all the windows and even the door to your balcony to let the fresh air in so that it feels like you're sleeping outside. He steels himself to think of someone other than himself before he writes- “I’m okay- thanks though” Yoongi writes out.

- Namjoon lifts one of Yoongi’s blankets to his neck before he leaves, thoroughly scents marking it before he leaves it with Yoongi. And Yoongi sleeps easy that night with his nose pressed to the blanket. Safe and secure in his room. Nothing bad happens to yoongi that night even though he cuddles close to the blanket, and when he wakes in the morning. his heart beats a steady thumping rhythm- his whole body humming with anticipation.

- It’s different to feel excited about being in love, excited for a day spent close to the people he cares about. And he knows he won't take a single day for granted.

- The crickets and cicadas chirping in the field. And in a low tone on the tree outside, a morning dove gentle and unassuming. The sun rising over the hills. Tastes of idyllic and smells of Eden. Like lavender and honey.

- A hand outstretched, scrambling in the dirt before it goes still, fingers just a few inches from safety. Blood mixing in with the sand. The morning is not perfect for everyone.

- But even you would say the morning was peaceful, if not for the dead body dumped at the end of your driveway.

Kofi

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Abundance (II)

— summary: You never expected that you would end up adopting a hybrid, and if someone had told you that you would end up with seven? Well, you would have thought they were crazy. But here you are, with three different packs of hybrids that don't get along – but all want to stay with you. Yeah, turns out crazy is an understatement.

— pairing: hybrid bts x human f!reader

— genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut

— word count: 7.7k

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You feel like you’re about to pass out from the force behind Hoseok’s hug, his arms practically squeezing the air out of you as he presses himself even closer. “Maybe don’t kill her before she’s even had the chance to take you home, Hobi.” You hear Yeonjun chuckle from where he’s stepped into the room behind you.

Hoseok takes a small step back at his words, ears drooping a little as he looks at you sheepishly. “It’s okay.” You reassure him, giving his shoulder a squeeze before you let him go. He seems reluctant to step away from you but a small yip from the other side of the room diverts his attention elsewhere for a second, allowing you to create some space.

You watch as a man with deep orange hair and fox ears runs over, skidding to a stop right in front of you. You feel like you might go cross-eyed from how close he’s standing, the soft unruly hair on his head tickling your forehead as his eyes fly over your face. Something soft brushes against your hand, and you’re guessing that’s his big fluffy orange tail despite not being able to look down at it. “Hi.” The deep voice sends an unexpected shiver down your spine and it seems like such a juxtaposition to the wide boxy grin he gives you. “You must be Taehyung.” You smile, trying to inch backwards to properly look at him. You have already looked at his name and picture in the files you got to take home but even from the little you can see now, you can tell that he’s even more handsome in person. However getting a proper look at him proves to be hard, as his face seems to follow yours like a magnet, not letting you create any more distance between the two of you.

“Yup!” He chirps, a puff of air hitting your lips as he speaks. His nostrils flare slightly, his head tilting just enough that his bangs sweep across his eyes. You make a mental note that they’re all due for a haircut pretty soon.

“Hyungs, I like her.” Taehyung hums, deep brown eyes looking at you warmly. Soft fingertips brush against your other hand in agreement, and you see Hoseok hovering close out of the corner of your eye, while still allowing Taehyung some space to greet you on his own.

“Oh, I don’t think I’ve earned that yet, Taehyung.” You let out a kind laugh, a little embarrassed by how open he is about his feelings. You see his chest puff out slightly at the mention of his name, his eyes scrunching up under the pressure of his own smile.

Someone clears their throat, and your attention immediately flies away from Taehyung over to the last hybrid in the room.

He’s watching you with calculating eyes, the aura around him so cool and collected that you find your own back subconsciously straightening to meet his gaze. It doesn’t take two to figure out that this is the alpha of the pack, and if he doesn’t like you, then there’s no way you’re adopting today.

“Namjoon?” You ask. His gray wolf ears twitch in response to your voice, and you can see how he seems to be meticulously scanning you from head to toe before he answers.

“That’s me.” You think you would find Namjoon’s voice calming and relaxing if it wasn’t for how nervous this whole situation makes you feel.

He watches as his pack turns to him with big pleading eyes, both Taehyung and Hoseok’s energies practically begging him to accept you.

“And you are?” Namjoon moves closer, his curiosity getting the better of him. He doesn’t want Taehyung and Hoseok to get too attached in case you change your mind. Packs normally aren’t that popular to adopt, and the last time they got their hopes up, it absolutely crushed them when it inevitably fell through.

“Oh, sorry! I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.” You thrust your free hand out in Namjoon’s direction with a kind smile. Hoseok still has his fingers loosely wrapped around your other hand, and his presence is enough to keep your nerves under control as Namjoon steps up to you.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Y/N.” Namjoon’s mask finally seems to crack, a soft smile gracing his face as he takes your hand in his. You hear Taehyung and Hoseok both softly whisper your name under their breaths, but you can’t help but notice just how big Namjoon’s hand feels around your own as he gives it a shake.

Once you finish greeting Namjoon, Yeonjun places a hand on your back to steer you over to the seats in his office. “Let’s sit down on the couch so that you guys can talk and get to know each other a little better!”

You’re too busy determining which seat to take to notice the little snarls Taehyung and Hoseok send Yeonjun at the contact. Yeonjun just snorts, not taking it to heart at all. While he’s unfazed by their behaviour, he’s a little surprised that they’ve taken such a strong liking to you already.

You choose the middle seat of the small couch, and Taehyung and Hoseok doesn’t waste any time in claiming the space on either side of you. Your cheeks grow warm as they both press their bodies flush against yours, thighs and arms more or less glued together by how close they're sitting. Namjoon takes a seat in the chair on the opposite side, and you can feel the hybrids at your sides stiffen as his gaze rests on you.

Yeonjun gives Namjoon on a pat on the shoulder as he moves past to sit at his desk. He’s obviously giving you a chance to chat somewhat privately until you’ve made a decision, and it soothes some of your nerves to know that he’s there in case something goes wrong.

“So Y/N .. Why do you want us?”

Hoseok lets out what sounds like an embarrassed whine at Namjoon’s direct question, but you find you prefer it to just beating around the bush. It’ll make everything easier on all of you.

“To be honest, I’m lonely. I have a high-pressure job, and I just want someone to come home to and relax with. I want friends – or a family, if you will.” You find it hard to meet Namjoon’s unwavering gaze as you deliver your little speech, but you have a feeling the wolf hybrid will respect you more if you do.

He nods at your answer, and you feel the tension drain out of Taehyung and Hoseok.

“Yeonjun told us this is your first adoption. Don’t you think a pack is a little too much?” You gulp at his words. Taehyung lets out a small whine next, fingers creeping over to your clasped hands to intertwine them together.

“Of course a pack is more work than just one hybrid, but I think it’ll be better for all of us. You won’t be by yourself in a new house with a new person, and I won’t have to feel bad about leaving you at home alone. I know it might be unconventional, but I’m really determined to make this work.”

Hoseok takes a hold of your other hand as you speak, grasping it tightly between his own.

“But only if you let me. Please, do what you think is the best for your pack.”

You didn’t know it, but those words seals the deal for Namjoon. His heart swells with the knowledge that you recognize his importance as the alpha of the pack, and that you put him and his packmates well-being before your own wants and wishes.

Namjoon shares a look with both Hoseok and Taehyung to make sure they both want to go home with you, but based on the desperation and excitement that has been rolling off them both ever since you walked in, he feels very confident in his decision.

You look up in surprise as Namjoon rises from his seat, long legs carrying him around the small coffee table between you. He pauses for a moment as he stops in front of you, eyes scanning over your form one last time. You squeak in shock as he drops down to his knees, your occupied hands reaching out to make him stand up again. He grasps your fingers before you get a grip on his arms, covering Taehyung and Hoseok’s with his own as he looks up at you.

“Please take us home.”

He looks at you with so much hope and vulnerability that your heart stutters, the calculating look long gone from his face. With his alpha’s agreement, Hoseok suddenly snuggles closer to your side, face pressed against your shoulder to peer up at you with big eyes. Taehyung uses the opportunity to bury his face into your neck, soft whines rumbling from his chest as his bushy tail wraps around your side. You mind goes a little blank at the amount of contact, your heart hammering so loud in your chest that you fear that even Yeonjun might hear it. You know the hybrids can, with their heightened senses, but you’re so overwhelmed at the moment that you can’t even being to feel embarrassed about it.

Namjoon gives your hands a squeeze; the silence having stretched on for so long he fears you might have changed your mind. The pressure brings you out of your own head enough to stutter out a reply. “L-let’s go.”

You can feel the hybrids practically vibrating behind your back with excitement as you turn the key to the front door. It didn’t take long to sign the papers and gather their things, and they all behaved perfectly on the way home. Namjoon kindly explained on the way that they’re all used to moving around outside on their own, and it makes you happy to think that the boys will be able to come and go since they’re already used to the world outside of the shelter. While you technically have ownership over them, you would never treat them as anything less than yourself, and giving them freedom is one of the things you deem the most important.

You open the door and step inside, the boys hot on your heels as you enter your house. They don’t waste any time in removing their shoes and jackets, their shelter provided duffle bags piled neatly near the door before they turn to you. “Ah, welcome home?” You say, taking a few steps back to lead them into the first room. It feels a little foreign to say, but their excitement drowns out any lingering nerves. All the boys have blinding smiles on their faces as they peek into the living room, and you can’t help but grin yourself when you see how quickly Namjoon and Hoseok’s tails are wagging behind them.

“Please feel free to explore the house as much as you want to – this is your home now too.”

Taehyung is off as soon as the words leave your lips, tearing down the hallway to look into the first bedroom he finds. Namjoon gives you an embarrassed chuckle at his packmate’s enthusiasm as he passes you, but you can tell he’s holding himself back from doing the same thing with how he hurriedly walks down the hall. Hoseok seems to be anxious to go and explore like the rest of his pack, but he hasn’t moved from his spot next to you.

“Don’t you want to go and have a look around?” He perks up even more when your sole focus is on him, his tail wagging so fast it almost looks like a blur behind his back.

“No, I want to! I just ..” He pouts, eyes flickering uncertainly to the hallway behind you, “Can I hug you first?”

Oh. You were not expecting that. You feel a warmth rise in your cheeks just as Hoseok’s turn a little pink, but the hybrid refuses to look away to lessen the awkwardness.

“I – uh, sure?” The moment you open your arms, Hoseok is wrapped around you like he did back at the shelter. He rests his head in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent as you run your hands up and down his back. You know from reading his file that he’s an affectionate hybrid, you just didn’t expect him to warm up to you so quickly. But you can’t complain, not when hugs are one of your favourite things, and frankly, something you’re a little depraved of after living by yourself for so long.

Sure, you get the occasional hug from Jihyo, but it’s far from enough by your standards.

You brush off the first time his lips ghost against your neck, thinking nothing off it as he presses himself closer. You’re a little distracted by watching his tail wag, the motion almost a little hypnotising, and you don’t really register that he’s doing something out of the ordinary until you feel something wet against your skin. You freeze, arms locked around Hoseok’s body as it happens again. He drags his nose against your throat, inhaling the calming scent that surrounds you. The smell makes him feel like Namjoon’s head rubs does, all nice and relaxed.

You let out a startled sound as he drags his tongue up your neck again, and you finally manage to make your arms work enough to detangle yourself from Hoseok’s grip. He whines as you wrestle yourself away.

“What was that for?” You grimace despite the furious blush that’s settled on your face, hand reaching up to wipe away the saliva on your skin.

“I’m sorry! You just smell so good." Hoseok pouts, ears drooping down at the slightly harder tone of your voice, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

Your heart tugs at the dejected look on his face, his tail tucked under his legs as he stares sadly down at the ground. Of course it made you uncomfortable that someone you just had accepted into your home was licking your neck, but you know there was no ill-intent behind his actions, and so you find it hard to stay annoyed at him.

“It’s fine, Hobi. Let’s just keep the licking to a minimum, okay?” You say. Hoseok brightens up immediately, tail starting to slowly wag again as he nods.

“Okay!” He gives you a big smile. You hear Taehyung let out an excited yip from one of the bedrooms, and Hoseok stares longingly over your shoulder, feet tapping against the floorboards as he fights to keep himself still. You shake your head with a smile at his impatience, stepping aside to give him more room.

“Go.” You gesture to where you hear Taehyung’s voice is coming from.

“Thank you, I promise I’ll be good!” Hoseok has barely enough time to finish his own sentence before he takes off down the hallway, feet skidding against the floor as he turns to enter the same room as Taehyung.

You decide to get dinner going as you let them roam around and explore the house in peace. You’re halfway through cutting up the vegetables when you hear footsteps entering the kitchen, and a glance over your shoulder confirms that it’s Namjoon.

“Did you finish looking around?” You ask with a smile, gesturing for him to take a seat.

“Yeah, it’s a lovely home.” Namjoon nods as he pulls out one of the chairs around the kitchen table.

“Good! I’m glad you like it.” You turn back to the cutting board in front of you, hands skillfully dicing up the potatoes and carrots. The kitchen is quiet aside from the rhythmic chop chop chop filling the air as your knife slices through the food and hits the board underneath. You can feel Namjoon’s eyes burning into your back, tracking your movements as you finish prepping the ingredients. The silence feels suffocating, especially when you have no idea what he’s thinking about.

You turn around with a sigh after you shove the dish into the oven, meeting Namjoon’s gaze head-on. His eyebrows are pinched, lips pressed into a thin line, and you can tell he’s thinking hard about something.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, moving over to pull out a chair next to him.

“I don’t want to sound ungrateful, but I keep waiting for the catch." He grimaces as he finally tears his eyes away from you to stare down at the table in front of him.

“The catch?” You frown.

“Yeah. We’ve done this before. Twice, actually,” Namjoon’s eyes turn stormy as he says, “The first time we never even made it out of the shelter, the lady turned around as soon as she got to know us.”

You frown. You can’t believe anyone would do that to a pack this lovely.

“The second time, we .. escaped. Turns out the guy who adopted us wasn’t after platonic hybrids.” Namjoon’s jaw is tense as he mumbles out the last words, ears flat against his head as he remembers the way his pack was treated.

“I’m so sorry, Namjoon.” You whisper.

Your heart squeezes painfully at the thought of the sweet hybrids being forced into a situation they never wanted to be in. You can’t help it as you grasp one of his hands in yours, running your thumb over his knuckles in a way you hope is comforting.

Namjoon tenses slightly as your skin connects with his, but it melts away before you have a chance to remove your hand. You can see his tail twitch behind him, a weak wag back and forth.

“That’s why I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. This seems too good to be true.” He gives you a sad smile.

You don’t mind it when he gently removes his hand from your hold; it’s obvious that he’s more reserved than the rest of his pack, and it’s clearly with good reason.

“I understand that it might be hard to trust me, and that’s okay. You’re welcome to stay here, or you’re welcome to leave if you don’t think I’m the right fit for you and your pack. But please give me a chance? Let me prove myself.” You say, determination in your eyes as you hold Namjoon’s gaze.

The calculating look he had earlier is back, and you have to fight the urge to squirm as his dark eyes study you intently. You try your best to steady your heartbeat, knowing that he’s probably listening to it. You don’t want him thinking that your heart is racing because you’re lying, when you’re actually just nervous to be the centre of his attention.

“Okay.” You see his shoulders drop, his posture relaxing as he leans back in the chair. The faint indent in his cheeks makes your stomach flutter pleasantly. He looks tired, and you realize it’s probably hard for him to both be the alpha and put his pack first, when he also needs to care for himself.

“Thank you.” You smile. “Why don’t I show you your room? Maybe you can start unpacking or just lay down for a while.”

They all settle in surprisingly quick. Taehyung seemed especially pleased with the garden, and Hoseok seemed to absolutely love the large shower upstairs. Dinner went well, the boys scarfing down the food you made like they hadn’t been eating in weeks, and your ego definitely got a little boost because of it.

You were all tired after a long day of new impressions, and you all retreated early to your rooms to get some rest. Namjoon gave you a kind smile before he entered their bedroom, while Hoseok and Taehyung both wrapped you up in a quick hug, small giggles shared between them as they hurried after their alpha.

You crashed as soon as your head hit your pillow, and you didn’t even stir until your alarm went off the morning after.

You’ve taken the week off work to get to know all of the hybrids and get them settled in before you need to return. So, since you picked up the first pack yesterday, you’ll pick up the second pack tomorrow on Wednesday. At least that way you’ll have a full day to get each pack settled in before you pick up the next.

You quickly wash up before tugging on your favourite hoodie and sweatpants, trying your best to silently creep down the stairs. You’re not sure just how good their hearing actually is, but you don’t want to disturb them while it’s still fairly early. A peak out the window confirms that the weather is gloomy, dark clouds looming on the horizon with the promise of rain.

You frown, the plans for the day going down the drain as you watch the clouds roll closer. You really wanted to spend the day outside in the garden, maybe do a little makeshift picnic to get to know them all better. But since the weather seemingly disagrees with those plans, you’ll just have to figure out something else instead.

You quickly get breakfast ready, a small selection of different breakfast foods you’ll think they’ll enjoy based on their folders spread out on the kitchen table. You hesitate before walking over to their door, not really sure if it’s okay that you wake them up or not. You’re sure this must be a shock to their senses in a way you can’t really fully understand as just a normal human. They’ll probably need more sleep than you to process it, but you can always ask?

You gently knock on their bedroom door, giving them a few seconds before you take a chance and peek in. The sight that greets you almost makes you coo, as you find the whole pack cuddled up in bed together, Taehyung and Hoseok glued to Namjoon’s side in the large bed. They look absolutely adorable all squished together like that, and it pains you to have to wake them up.

“Guys?” You softly call out, but the only response you get is one of Namjoon’s ears twitching in your direction.

You take a few steps into the room, calling out to them again, but they seem to be pretty dead to the world. You consider letting them just sleep until they wake up by themselves, but you really want to serve them a hot meal.

“Hobi?” You’re closest to the golden retriever hybrid, and so you decide to target him first.

You slowly give his shoulder a little shake, but he just shrugs you off and snuggles closer to Namjoon’s side. You let out a low snort, and Taehyung’s orange ears twitch in response. You swear you just saw his tail move a little. Narrowing your eyes, you momentarily give up on Hoseok to move over to your next victim.

Taehyung’s breathing is slow and steady, but you’re confident you saw his eyes squeeze closed as you rounded the bed.

“Taehyung?” You grin as his ears fully turn your way despite the peaceful expression on his face, his animal parts giving away his ruse. He’s lying on his back, one arm intertwined with Namjoon’s and the other thrown over his head. You crouch down on the floor next to his face, bringing a finger up to poke his cheek.

“Taehyung.” You call a little louder, and his nose crinkles in response, the corner of his mouth twitching as you let out an exaggerated sigh.

“Well, that’s just too bad,” You try to sound disappointed despite the amused smile on your face, “I guess all the food will just go to waste then .. And I even made your favourite, Tae.”

The nickname you heard Namjoon and Hoseok call Taehyung the night before slips out before you can think stop it. Taehyung suddenly bolts up in bed, and the motion startles you so much that you fall back flat on your ass. Taehyung truly looks like a wild fox with his messy orange hair sticking everywhere as he stares down at you.

“Tae?” He says, rubbing his eyes that still are a little puffy with sleep.

“O-oh sorry, I didn’t realize.” You stammer. You feel embarrassed by the slip up, and you’re sure he can hear how fast your heart is beating by the grin that adorns his face.

“Say it again.” He scrambles over to the edge of the bed, and you have to tilt your head up to look at him.

You almost choke on your own breath as you meet his eyes. There’s a certain glint in them that almost makes him seem predatory by the way he’s hovering over you.

“Say what?” You sputter, mind embarrassingly blank from just meeting his gaze. Lips tugged up in a smirk, he leans down even closer, hands gripping the edge of the bed to keep himself from toppling over.

“The thing you said.” He teases, not allowing your flustered mind to catch up at all.

“What? Tae?” You say, and judging by the way his whole face lights up, you’ve hit the jackpot.

He jumps out of bed to quickly climb across your legs, his thighs straddling your knees as he plops himself down into your lap. You’re leaning back as far as you can on your hands, trying to put some space between you while your heart feels like it’s about to break out of your chest at the close proximity. He takes a deep breath as if he’s about to say something, but he pauses, head tilted to the side as he looks at you in confusion.

“Why do you smell like Hobi hyung?” He sniffs the air, his fluffy tail perfectly still behind him as he tries to figure out where it’s coming from.

“Do I?” You lean your face down to your shoulder to take a whiff, but all you can smell is the detergent you normally use. You’re not sure how you can smell anything like Hoseok.

“Yeah, you do.” Taehyung suddenly places his hands on your shoulders, keeping you still as he leans in closer and inhales your scent. He sniffs around until he finds the spot he’s been searching for, the place where Hoseok licked your neck the day before. You blush as Taehyung drags his nose along the marked skin, a low rumble sounding from his chest as he takes in the mixed scent of you and Hoseok.

“He marked you.” The way Taehyung’s lips move against your neck as he speaks sends a tremor down your spine, the act feeling way too intimate.

“He did .. what?” You try to pull back, but his face stays buried in your neck, tail swishing against your leg.

“He–“ Taehyung is interrupted by Namjoon grumbling as he tosses on the bed. You can see his gray wolf ears stick up over Taehyung’s shoulder, and you use the distraction to squirm away from Taehyung’s hold. Namjoon looks at you in confusion as you suddenly emerge from the floor, his head is still so groggy he wonders if he’s still dreaming.

“Oh, uh, breakfast is ready!” You shoot him a flustered smile and hurry out of the room as quick as your feet can carry you. You don’t dare look back on Taehyung as you hastily close the door behind you, retreating back to the kitchen.

Thankfully, Taehyung is the last person to actually arrive at the table, and it gives you some time to collect your mind and calm down. You’re happy to see that the boys enjoy the food you've dished up for breakfast as much as they did with dinner the night before.

You struggle to enjoy it just as much though. Taehyung keeps stealing glances at you while you eat, and it makes you nervous. You have no idea what he’s thinking or what he meant about Hoseok marking you, and judging by the intense look in his eyes, you’re guessing it isn’t something he’s just going to brush off.

As the boys help you clearing away the dishes, you suddenly remember that you need to get some papers ready for the next pack you’re picking up tomorrow.

“Ah crap, I can’t believe I almost forgot.” You shake your head, annoyed with yourself for losing track of something so important.

“Forgot what?” Hoseok is at your side in seconds, a curious look on his face as he peers down at you.

“The adoption papers for tomorrow!” You sigh as you clean off a plate.

Hoseok stills next to you, his wide eyes meeting Namjoon and Taehyung’s equally shocked expressions. You don’t notice how the room has fallen silent until you turn around to grab another plate, but instead find them all much closer than they were before. Hoseok has moved slightly behind Namjoon, and you can see that the wolf hybrid’s jaw is tense as he looks at you.

“Adoption papers?” He asks, eyes narrowing as you nod in response. “For who?”

“The other pack of course! I’m picking them up tomorrow and the last one on Friday.” Your smile falters as you hear Hoseok whimper. Taehyung refuses to meet your gaze when you try to catch it.

“Yeonjun was supposed to tell you. He did tell you, right?” A low rumble comes from Namjoon’s chest in response, the hybrid suddenly appearing much taller than he was just a minute ago.

“Right?” You echo, voice small and unsure.

Namjoon shakes his head. His hands are clenches into tight fists by his side, and you can see how he seems to be putting back up the shield he barely lowered yesterday.

“Fuck.” You whisper, dragging your hand through your hair in exasperation. You were sure Yeonjun were going to tell them, that they all knew and agreed to the fact that they had to share a house with other packs before you took them in. You can’t believe it slipped his mind.

“Why?” Hoseok whimpers. “Are we not good enough?”

There’s nothing you want more at that moment than to hug him, but Namjoon’s defensive stance tells you to not even think about it.

“No no no, it’s nothing like that!” You lean heavily against the counter behind you, not really sure how you can explain it without accidentally hurting anyone’s feelings.

“I felt this .. pull?” You wince, the words sounding too awkward for how important they are. “To all of you. I don’t know how to explain it; I just knew that I couldn’t leave any of you behind. It doesn’t mean that I don’t want you, or that you aren’t good enough. I just really wanted to give you all a new home, a new chance. Especially when I have the means to do so.” You weakly gesture to the house around you.

“I thought Yeonjun had made that clear before I arrived to pick you up.” You give them a pained smile. You’ve only been with the pack for a day, but you absolutely can’t stand the thought of them leaving and going back to the shelter. Your chest feels uncomfortably tight as you watch their downcast expressions.

“So you still want us?” Taehyung rests his head on Namjoon’s shoulder, fluffy tail wrapped around his leg as he watches you sadly.

“Of course,” You breathe. “I understand if you want to go back, but please know that I would love for you to stay.”

“I want you to stay.” You add, and you catch a glimpse of Hoseok’s tail wagging at your words. Namjoon is still staring you down, the stoic expression on his face telling you nothing. He sighs, ears drooping down against his head as he looks down at his feet.

“We want to stay too.” He mutters. The tight feeling in your chest lets up a little at his admittance, but you know you still have a long way to go to make sure they feel comfortable and wanted. The air is still awkward though, and you rack your brain trying to come up with something to make it go away.

“I’m glad,” You smile. “How about we move to the couch for a bit? I have some games we can play if you’re feeling up to it.”

That seems to brighten up their moods a bit, Taehyung pushing the other two out of the way to run to the living room. Namjoon follows after him with a smile of his own, Hoseok only lingering behind long enough to grab your hand and drag you after them.

You make sure to send a quick furious text Yeonjun and remind him to inform the other packs before you pick them up. You don’t want a repeat of what happened today. The thought of any of them turning you away makes you feel terrible, but you would never blindly force them into house with other hybrids if they didn’t want that themselves.

Luckily, playing some of the various board games you have seem to make everyone feel a little better. The rain is softly pattering against the big windows in the living room by now, but it feels cosy to be snuggled up on your couch and playing games to pass the time.

“This is boring.” Taehyung calls after a while, throwing his cards down with a huff as Hoseok wins another round.

“That’s just because you’re losing.” Hoseok snorts, gathering the cards to shuffle them.

“Can’t we do something fun? Oh! Let’s bet!” Taehyung’s tail shudders as his excitement rises.

“The winner can get a prize?” He grins. Namjoon watches him warily.

“I suppose so.” He shrugs, sharing a look with Hoseok that you don’t quite understand.

Taehyung shuffles closer to the table, face suddenly serious as he looks at his dealt cards.

“I’m gonna win.” He announces.

You let out a light laugh at his confidence. Considering he’s lost ten times in a row, you don’t really have much faith that he’ll flip it around. But the way his lips pout with concentration is too adorable to say anything against, and so you just sit back and shuffle through your own, not really thinking much of his comment.

Taehyung wins.

You stare down at his cards with confusion. You were sure you had the best cards, or that you would at least come second, but somehow Taehyung flipped it completely around. You’ve never lost a round harder than what you just did.

“How?” You mutter. Namjoon just shrugs again before he leans back against the couch with an uneasy smile.

“He has his ways when he wants something.” Hoseok adds, a faint frown on his face as Taehyung just broke his winning streak.

“I want my price now.” Taehyung’s expression shifts from gleeful to serious so fast it knocks the air out of your chest.

You’re next to each other on the couch, Namjoon and Hoseok being sprawled out on the other. Your lungs burn as he shuffles closer, and he doesn’t stop until his knees knock into yours. You feel like asking is dangerous, but the way he’s looking at you so expectantly makes you do it despite your gut yelling at you to stay quiet.

“What do you want?” You throw a glance at Namjoon and Hoseok, both of them watching you with rapt interest. Hoseok has a faint blush on his cheeks likes he knows what’s going to happen, while Namjoon just looks a little lost.

“I want to mark you too.” Taehyung gives you a sweet smile, the words such a stark contrast to the innocent expression on his face.

“Y-you what?” You stammer, fingers automatically gliding up to touch the part of your neck that Hoseok licked. Taehyung follows the moment with sharp eyes, his ears pointed and tail swishing slowly back and forth behind him. He reminds you of a fox that’s about to pounce on his prey.

“Taehyung.” Namjoon warns, the hardness in his voice making the hair in the back of your neck stand on edge.

“What? Hobi hyung has already done it!” Taehyung whines, throwing his body against the back of the couch dramatically as he glares at the golden retriever hybrid over your shoulder.

“Hoseok!” Hoseok smiles sheepishly when Namjoon turns to him in shock. You can see he cowers slightly from Namjoon using his full name; it seems to be reserved solely for when he either has to scold them or has to be serious.

“Please?” Taehyung’s face pops up next to yours, his warm breath hitting your cheek, as Namjoon seems to be staring Hoseok down with disappointment. “Can I mark you too?”

“If you tell me what it’s for first.” You give his shoulder a light push, and he leans back easily.

“You don’t know?” Namjoon looks like he’s ready to snap Hoseok in half as you shake your head.

“Sorry, Joonie! It was instinct.” Hoseok whimpers. Namjoon mutters something under your breath that you can’t pick up, but you see Hoseok’s ears twitch, and he looks ashamed as he sinks deeper into the couch.

“Scenting is when hybrids rub their body against yours to make sure you smell like them. It’s called scent marking, and it normally lasts for around eight hours. It’s instinctual for us to want to make our owners smell like us before they leave the house. It’s basically to let any other hybrids know that you’re taken.” Namjoon clears his throat, seemingly a little flustered to be explaining it all to you.

“Marking, on the other hand, is stronger. It happens when a hybrid uh, licks, your scent glands,” Namjoon winces. “So that means either your neck or your wrists. The scent can stay for as long as up to two days unless you wash it away. It’s also more, uhm, comforting, for the hybrid that does it. It makes us feel like we have a claim on you in the same way that you ‘own’ us.”

Namjoon shoots Hoseok a look, but the dog hybrid refuses to look up from where he’s petting his tail. You let Namjoon’s words sink in. Of course, you knew that the hybrids would eventually scent you, but you didn’t know that there were different ways of them doing it. You also didn’t think they would feel the need to do it so soon, but then again, everything you know is just from reading half-assed articles online and they obviously didn’t cover anything that was actually important.

“Oh .. That’s fine.” Hoseok and Taehyung perk up at your words, the fox hybrid leaning back in to rest his head against your shoulder.

“If it makes you more comfortable, then I don’t mind. Just .. tell me before you do it, maybe? At least until I get used to it.”

Namjoon considers your words before he nods.

“Y/n,” A deep voice brings your attention back down to your shoulder, Taehyung looking up at you with big eyes. “Can I mark you?”

You pray they can’t hear the slight increase in your heartbeat as Taehyung’s words wash over you.

“Sure.” You choke, a blush rising to your cheeks as you feel the soft orange hair tickling your chin.

Taehyung noses against your neck in the same way Hoseok did, deeply inhaling your scent as his tail shivers pleasantly. You have the most unique smell he’s ever come across on a human before.

You bite down on your lip as you feel his tongue drag against your skin, eyes flying around the room to find something to distract yourself from the wet sensation on your neck. He chooses the opposite side from Hoseok, and you can’t help but sneak a peek at the two other hybrids while Taehyung marks you. Namjoon is staring hard out of the window, his shoulders hunched as he hears the happy rumble from Taehyung’s chest. Hoseok is watching you two so intently he almost looks jealous, his golden hair looking a little wild as he keeps running his fingers through it.

“Thank you.” You feel the ghost of a kiss against your skin before Taehyung pulls back, a big grin on his face as he pats your knee. He pulls back to his original spot on the couch, and you almost find you miss the feeling of his body pressed against yours, the room suddenly feeling a little colder than before.

“Uh, you’re welcome.” You think your smile probably looks a little off, but Taehyung doesn’t seem to mind it.

“Another round?” He calls. The rest of you scramble to pick up your cards, eager to dispel the heavy atmosphere in the room.

You stifle a yawn. You’re currently on your third movie of the day, and your normally pretty big stash of snacks is mostly non-existent by now. The boys all seem enraptured by the action scene that’s going on, so you try to carefully creep out of the room to not disturb them.

Namjoon’s eyes flicker to yours as you pass him, but he just offers you a tight smile and lets you pass. He’s been on edge ever since Taehyung marked you. He keeps throwing you worried glances he thinks you won’t notice, and you’re pretty sure he’ll end up breaking a tooth if he keeps grinding his jaw so hard every time Hoseok or Taehyung brush up against you.

You hurry to the bathroom to do your business, taking a moment to just breathe after you wash your hands. This is the first time you’ve been alone all day after the boys woke up, and while you enjoy it, it’s draining in a way you never imagined. You know it’s just because everything is so new and you don’t know each other well yet, but you can’t wait to jump into bed and sleep. You tut at your own tired reflection, tapping your cheeks to wake yourself up. You’ll have to make it out the movie at least.

You bump into a hard chest as soon as you turn around after closing the bathroom door, big hands reaching out to steady you before you tumble.

“Sorry, Y/n.” You look up to find Namjoon peering down at you, his gray ears slightly pulled back.

“Oh, that’s okay Namjoon! Do you need to use the bathroom?” You try to move out of the way, but Namjoon’s grip keeps you in place.

“No.” You can see the flush in his cheeks despite the dark hallway.

“I was wondering if I, uhm, could mark you too?” You see his adam’s apple bob as he swallows thickly.

You feel a little dumb for not realizing it before. There’s no wonder Namjoon felt on edge if his whole pack except himself, the alpha, hasn’t marked you.

“Of course.” You try to keep your voice as steady as possible, making sure he knows it’s nothing to be shy about asking for.

Instead of going for your neck like the others, Namjoon delicately brings your wrist up to his nose, inhaling deeply as he finally gets to smell the scent the two others have been quietly raving about all day. Even though he smells you everywhere in the house, it’s nothing compared to the strong scent that hits him when he’s got you so close.

You stare up at the ceiling as Namjoon licks your wrist, not daring to look. You know the sight will look intimate even if it isn’t, and you just aren’t that used to it yet. You’ll definitely make an embarrassing sound if you lay your eyes on it. You chew down on your lip as Namjoon nips against your skin with his teeth, soothing the flushed skin by running his tongue over it.

“There,” He gently places your hand down by your side, his tail wagging softly now that he’s finally marked you too, “Let’s go back and finish the movie.”

He motions for you to move first, and you just pray he can’t hear how fast your blood is rushing in your veins as you stumble into the living room.

“Don’t go.” Hoseok clings to your arm, giving you his best puppy dog eyes to make you stay. It’s time to pick up the next pack of hybrids, and the boys obviously aren’t too happy about it.

“I’ll be back in a few hours tops, I promise.” You ruffle his golden hair, biting back a smile as he pushes his head harder against your palm.

The hybrids all seem uncharacteristically off today, and you doubt it’s just because of the new pack. They all seemed so happy last night as they hugged you goodnight, all rubbing against the spot they marked and reveling in how nice it was to have your scents mixed properly.

You feel your damp hair tickling your cheek, and the reason hits you before you can ask. You washed off their mark. You didn’t even think twice about hopping in the shower this morning, so there’s no wonder they would feel upset that you’re leaving to pick up new hybrids when their claim is gone.

“Do you want to scent me before I leave?” You’re not sure if you’re supposed to ask, but you have a feeling they won’t unless you show them you’re comfortable with it first.

You see three sets of ears all perk up at your comment and Hoseok snuggles closer to you with a nod immediately.

They all give you a hug each, and while it does have a bit more of head rubbing against your neck and shoulders than you’re used to, it’s still nice. Namjoon has to physically hold Hoseok and Taehyung back as you quickly hurry out of the house, the younger hybrids not really willing to let you go despite having marked you to the best of their abilities.

You’re nervous about picking the new pack up, but at least you know that Yeonjun has actually told them about Namjoon, Taehyung and Hoseok beforehand this time. Considering they still wanted to meet you, you take that as a good sign.

The drive to the shelter feels like it passes by in a blur, and in no time you find yourself outside of Yeonjun’s door like you were only a few days ago.

“They’re ready for you.” Yeonjun gives you a gentle nudge, and you suck in a deep breath.

Here goes nothing, you think.

Hope you enjoyed the second chapter of Abundance! This is the OT7 version of desolate, so if you like cat hybrid!yoongi, then you might want to check that one out too. :)

Who do you think y/n is picking up next?

See you all soon, stay safe! <3

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