Chapter 1 - Get out of my hare
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“Mom, are you serious?”
You could only hope that, despite the terrible connection, your desperate tone managed to reach her through the phone. If anything, you felt like you were already underreacting.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. But you have to understand, it’s simply to make our investors happy.”
You were about to have a panic attack, and your mother was talking about the happiness of her investors? You ran your fingers through your hair, eyes darting around your bedroom to try to find something—anything— to ground yourself. Deep breaths (Y/N)…There was your office chair with your jacket draped over it, the cup of iced coffee that’s been on your desk since this morning, and…
“(Y/N)?”
Your attempts to compose yourself were interrupted by your mother. Your lips trembled slightly before you finally responded. “Mom…do you understand what this means? Moving to Seoul—you’re quite literally throwing me to the wolves!”
“Oh, don’t say it like that…you were always such a kind child! I’m sure your Regalis won’t trigger their…hm, dare I say, savageness.”
It didn’t matter that your regalis gene was underdeveloped. You didn’t care about the gene that caused Primals to submit to you. It was the fact that you, as a Cardinal, were going to be living in the city dominated by Primals: Seoul.
The once Cardinal-ruled city had transformed into a sanctuary for them, a place where they could live without fear of discrimination and exist freely without being treated as lesser beings. Everything from its government to its culture was shaped around Primal society, making it one of the few places in the world where they could truly belong.
A heavy groan escaped your lips, lowering your head as your eyebrows pinched together in frustration. She wasn’t going to listen to anything you said; never did, never will. Once she decided something for you, there was no way you were going to change her mind.
But this was just ridiculous. You knew the Primals residing in Seoul were notorious for being unforgiving to their counterpart. There hasn’t been a single recorded case of a Cardinal living in that city for less than a week before they were driven out.
“Besides, you’re still working that in-house job, aren’t you? You’ll barely have to go outside. You can just use our shared Uber Eats account.”
With a long-winded sigh and many, many words you’d like to share, you tilted your head back and stared at the ceiling.
“Ok.”
“I knew you’d understand! The moving company will be here tomorrow.”
TOMORROW?!
At least, that’s what you wanted to scream.
“...Ok.”
“Thank you again, sweetheart. Come visit your dad and me soon, alright?”
“Mm.”
The moment she finished speaking, you pressed the red button before she had the chance to slip anything else into the conversation. Your phone landed somewhere on your bed as you sat there, completely still.
You were disassociating.
Grounding…grounding…what did your therapist say about grounding?...
Just sleep it off.
-
You spent the entire morning cleaning your apartment, packing only the necessities you could fit into your bags, and driving the long distance along with the moving trucks to Seoul in one exhausting trip.
When you finally arrived, you could only stare up at the luxury apartment building looming above you.
Even after essentially abandoning you, your mother still refused to let you live somewhere modest. Apparently, a simple middle-class unit was completely out of the question. No, your unit had a whopping eight bedrooms and several bathrooms. You were going to have to get used to the loneliness that came with living in such a huge place.
“I’m actually surprised, Miss. Forgive me for asking, but why Seoul?” the young man asked as he placed the final box down.
“Oh, well—” My mother forced me to move into this apartment because the Cardinals are planning to retake the city, and if we buy property now, the value will skyrocket after the coup d’état!
“—A change of scenery, I suppose.”
The young man gave you a look that suggested he didn’t quite believe you, but he wasn’t paid to interrogate you.
“As someone who used to live around these parts before the beasts overran it, let me put you on. This’ll cover up your Regalis scent.”
He handed you a small metal canister, the design printed with a simple abstract image of a paw with a cross over it. You stared at it for a moment.
You had always thought companies making Regalis suppressants could be a little less obvious with their packaging.
“Well, I wish you good luck, Miss.”
With a polite tip of his hat, the man and his small crew left, leaving you alone in your new apartment.
The place didn’t feel like home. It felt like walking into a crowded room full of strangers, except the room was empty and the strangers were only imaginary. Still, this was what you had been given, and you had no choice but to make the best of it.
By the time the sun had completely disappeared, exhaustion had finally caught up to you. The first thing you decided to do was take a nice, hot shower before collapsing onto the mattress on the floor. The bedframe could wait until tomorrow, not like it was gonna grow more than four legs and run.
You stripped off your sweat-stained clothes and reached for the faucet, only to be met with a miserable groan from the pipes and a few pathetic spurts of water.
You tried a couple more times. Maybe the water just needed time to travel through the pipes. Maybe the apartment had been vacant for too long.
But after several attempts, you were forced to accept the unfortunate truth.
“Fuck…” You cursed under your breath, hands reaching for your phone to dial your mother, only to realize it was already far past the time she usually answered.
There was surely no way you were going to sleep without showering, right? Surely not!
But no matter how delusional you could be, there was no way to delude water into reality.
You were tired, stinky, and now, undoubtedly thirsty. You hadn’t taken a single sip of water since you started packing that morning, and your body was beginning to demand the most basic necessity known to mankind…The nearest options were your neighbour, ordering delivery, or—unfortunately—the convenience store.
If your apartment's water wasn't working, surely the neighbours were dealing with the same problem.
Uber…why are there no workers at this hour? Fuck, you’re gonna have to go out, aren’t you?
With a defeated sigh, you reached over the counter and picked up the spray bottle the moving crew guy had given you. Perhaps it would actually come in handy.
According to the instructions, six sprays were enough: around the neck, wrists, chest, and other areas where your scent was strongest. Too much would make your scent unnatural and could ironically have the opposite effect of what it was intended for.
After spraying, you put on a hoodie and head to your elevator, down to the streets of Seoul.
It was the hour when the city was just beginning to come alive, the streets slowly filling with the sounds of nightlife, so surely the relatively rural neighbourhood was a cold spot for rowdy young adults.
The convenience store was just three minutes away. Surely there isn't a comedically placed alleyway in the middle of the road that harbours suspicious individuals that might want to pick a fight with you, right?
You swallowed your paranoia when you passed by the comedically placed alleyway, choosing not to look in case there actually was someone. The first rule of walking in a densely populated city is not to make eye contact with anyone; otherwise, they’ll lock onto you like a heat-seeking missile.
Just as you passed the alleyway, the man's nose twitched, his head slowly tilting upward as the scent in the air caught his attention.
It was faint, but unmistakable.
Sweet, yet tinged with the artificial sharpness of chemicals—the scent of an omega Primal attempting to hide themselves beneath a layer of blockers.
To the gruff alpha lingering in the alleyway, smelling faintly of woody tobacco and cinnamon, it was an invitation he couldn't ignore.
“Hey! Kitty!”
Yeah, hell no. You kept on walking, speeding up ever so slightly; if you ignored them, they usually left you alone.
A large hand suddenly wrapped around your wrist, pulling you backward with enough force that you nearly stumbled over yourself. A startled yelp escaped your throat as you were dragged to a stop, your heartbeat immediately jumping at the realization that he was not planning on letting you simply walk away.
You kept your head low, voice low. To say you were exhausted was the understatement of the century. The last thing you wanted was to provoke this man into giving you a harder time.
“P-Please let me go.” You said, voice trembling yet firm.
“Nah, Kitty. You can’t just walk past me smelling like a fresh spring breeze and expect me not to take this chance?”
Your eyes narrowed at the blatant attempt at flirting, although calling it flirting felt far too generous. It wasn't the first time you had been catcalled, but being called a cat was certainly a new experience.
“I’m not interested.” You tried to tug your wrist away, but he wouldn’t budge. You didn’t dare lift your head in fear of your hoodie falling. “I have a boyfriend.”
“Your boyfie lets you go out smelling this…” His tongue darted out to trace his lips, predatory eyes falling down your body. “...Fertile?”
That word alone set a wave of nausea over you, alarms blaring in your head that you had to get the fuck out right now, otherwise he was going to do something drastic.
“Let go!” You yanked harder this time, finally freeing your aching wrists. Using this opportunity to put a couple more feet between you two.
You finally got a good look at your assailant, a well-built dog Primal with stubble lining his muzzle, hair short and spiky at the tips. Several scars ran across his arms and features, telling stories you had no desire to learn.
The force of your escape had shaken your hoodie loose, exposing the top of your head for only a brief second before you lifted it back over. But that singular second was all it took for the man to immediately bare his teeth, a low growl rumbling from his chest.
“Oh? Turns out you’re not a kitty after all?” He smirked, inching closer now that he knew.
With every large stride he took, you gave several more in return until your back collided with something hard. Before you could even process what it was, a pair of strong arms wrapped around your torso, trapping you in place.
“No! Stop! Let me go!” Your screams echoed through the alley, but the man in front of you only looked amused.
The man stepped in front of you, a smug look ever so present.
“Lady, do you even know where you are right now?” He brushed your hoodie off your head. “Even if you screamed as loud as you can, no one's gonna want to save a Cardinal.”
Tears welled in your eyes, and all you could think about was the pure hate you have for your mother for making you come here, how her decision is now costing your life.
“It’s strange, though.” His voice lowered as he studied you. “When I’m standing in front of you, I don’t get that nasty feeling of wanting to tuck my tail and run.”
His smile turned cruel.
“Isn’t that interesting? You must be defective.”
The man held your jaw in his rough hands, forcing you to look at him. “My last Cardinal made me look reealll pretty.” He dragged a finger down a scar that lined his cheek, making you wince. “Can you tell?”
His finger then tapped your cheeks, tracing down the soft skin, the exact length of his scar.
“I’ll make you look pretty too.”
You squeezed your eyes shut, desperately trying to hold back the sound threatening to escape your throat. You refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing how afraid you were.
Just then, his touch disappeared. The arms around you loosened, and the only things filling the silence were shouting voices and the heavy sound of fists colliding.
Your tears blurred your vision, making it difficult to see what had happened, but after quickly pulling your hood back into place and wiping your eyes, you finally managed to make out the scene in front of you. The dog Primal and his companion were both on the ground, their faces bruised and bloodied.
A new contender appeared in the form of another man, this time in a grey hoodie and baggy jeans. Was he the one who helped you? Was he also a Cardinal?
“What the…” The man held his nose, looking at the looming figure.
“Jungkook! Why the hell are you helping her?!” His voice made you wince, sounding genuinely offended.
“I told you last time not to fuck with the Cardinals that come here.” Your mysterious saviour said, turning slightly to look at you, and that’s when you saw it. “That’s my job.”
Hidden beneath his hoodie were large, elongated ears, heavily pierced with several sections cut and altered. His eyes flashed red beneath the streetlight, and his lip piercing caught the light as he moved. His right arm was covered almost entirely in colourful tattoos.
“Fuck man. Did you really have to punch me that hard? Fuck…” Blood continued to drip from his nose as he held his hand over it.
“Get the fuck out of here, Dongwon.” The stranger flicked his head, and with a heavy grumble, the dog Primals left.
You really didn’t appreciate the way he said, “That’s my job.” Because clearly that implied he was the top don around here who calls the shots.
His earlier expression turned into something softer, the red glow now replaced by big, brown doe eyes.
“Are you alright?” He bent down lower to your level, seemingly trying to make himself look smaller under that big hoodie.
You realized you hadn’t been breathing, letting yourself take deep breaths while keeping your unblinking eyes glued to his.
“I’m not gonna hurt you.” He kept his voice low and soft, like he was talking to an injured animal. “I promise.”
The man in front of you, Jungkook, would’ve preferred to leave you alone, but after seeing the top of your head clearly bare, he didn’t trust you to walk around this late at night. Quite frankly, he thought you were an idiot for even trying.
With a shaky breath, you spoke, “Thank you, but I need to go.”
He tilted his head, eyes narrowing. “And be attacked by stray dogs again? I thought Cardinals were supposed to be smart?”
You hated even being classified as one, because everything had to be blamed on your underdeveloped genetics. You weren’t as brilliantly smart as your siblings. You couldn’t regenerate a paper cut fast enough. You became bedridden when you caught a simple cold.
And worst of all, your Regalis gene was so faint it couldn’t even protect you.
Just like your ancestors.
“Well, sorry for not wanting to stick around with someone who sent a Primal home with a bloodied nose using one punch,” you argued, immediately putting up a defensive wall between the two of you.
Jungkook let out a heavy sigh as he rose from his squatting position, and despite the fact that he moved slowly, you still found yourself flinching slightly at the sudden increase in his height.
He would be lying if he said there wasn't something strangely satisfying about seeing a Cardinal so completely vulnerable in front of him, without the usual pressure of their Regalis weighing down on his instincts. For a moment, he allowed himself to appreciate the euphoric feeling before pushing it aside.
“Where are you going? I’ll walk you there.”
You desperately needed water. Food too, if you were being honest. There was no point turning back now after making it this far.
“Stay 10 feet away from me.”
He held up his hands as a sign of peace. “S’all you.”
The short walk was quiet. Occasionally, people would walk past you, giving you weird stares, not because of your scent but because Jungkook had been trailing you from behind, his scent clearly warding off people from trying to talk to either of you.
You reached the GS25, preparing to walk in, but Jungkook stopped you with a hand on your shoulder. You turned around, eyebrows furrowed in suspicion.
“Tell me what you want.” He held up some bills he pulled from his pocket. “I’ll get it.”
You didn’t understand why a Primal living in Seoul would help a Cardinal. There had to be a catch to it.
“No thanks. I can handle myself.” You shrugged his hand away and stepped into the store, the familiar jingle of the entrance welcoming you inside.
Jungkook only rolled his eyes before following after you, greeting the cashier like an old friend while you moved through the aisles.
You filled your basket with bottles of water and a few pre-made meals, making sure to grab enough to last you through the next couple of days. Once you were satisfied, you placed everything on the counter.
The middle-aged deer Primal behind the register gave you a brief glance before beginning to scan your items.
“Are you new around here? Don’t think I’ve ever smelled your mark around these parts.” The deer said, curiosity eating away at him from the subtle scent of the outer city.
“Just moved here from Busan,” he continued smoothly, as if he hadn't just casually rewritten your entire relationship status. “You know how it is there. Couldn’t see her much until now.”
He gently placed his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in slightly. “I’m gonna have to scent her properly for the next few days. People keep trying to talk to her because she’s so pretty.” You were 100% sure your face wasn’t making Jungkook’s story any more convincing, but you couldn’t be more wrong when the deer had such an elated look on his face.
“Congratulations! I’m so happy for you, Jungkook-ah!” He reached over the counter to give Jungkook several pats on the shoulder. “I was afraid keeping our city safe was getting in the way of your love life, oh, I’m so proud.” The man shook his head side to side, like his own son just announced he was getting married.
“-Ah, sorry dear. I’ll bag these for you.” Mr. Lee quickly returned to work, neatly placing your items into a bag while you stood there in complete confusion. You handed him the exact change, still trying to process how easily Jungkook had managed to create an entire fake relationship in under ten seconds.
“Jungkookie here is a good man.” He says, nodding at you, “If he’s spending too much time hopping around instead of building a proper nest, just tell me, and I’ll whip him into shape.” A mighty holler escaped his throat as Jungkook blushes, “I can make a proper one…”
You simply nodded politely, offering a quiet, “Thank you,” before Jungkook grabbed the bags and quickly ushered you out of the store.
You waited until the two of you were several meters away from the store before exploding.
“WHAT. THE FUCK. IS WRONG WITH YOU???” You screamed in between inhales, and Jungkook quickly covered your mouth.
“Are you trying to get a noise complaint?! Keep it down!” You slapped his hand away, lowering your voice before continuing. “No-genuinely, what kind of story was that?! Your girlfriend?!”
“Well, what was I supposed to say?! Are you planning on walking around smelling like that every month with no claiming scent?”
“Like what?!” You jumped, recalling Dongwon’s comment about your scent. “Wait…” you pulled out your phone, swiping to your period tracker app.
Ovulation phase.
Heat quickly rose to your cheeks. “Oh my God…”
“You didn’t know?!” Jungkook finally had the upper hand, running a hand through his hair, which subsequently knocked his hoodie off, his large ears now standing at attention.
“I was just so stressed with moving. I didn’t keep track!” You tried to explain, “And what do you mean by a claiming scent?”
He held a finger up, head tilted away in frustration. “Are you doing this on purpose?”
“No—on my life, I don’t know what that is.” You held a hand to your chest, the other pointed to the sky.
“It's…” His eyes glazed around, noticing the increased number of stares. “Let’s head to my friend's place. We can’t talk here.” He mumbled.
“Your friends?? Fat chance. I’m gonna get my organs harvested.”
“Who would want your defective organs? Fine, yours then.” You jerked your head in offence, opening your mouth to argue, but the increasing number of curious stares around you made you reconsider. With a reluctant sigh, you grabbed onto his sleeve and dragged him along.
-
Jungkook’s jaw dropped the moment he saw your apartment building.
“How the hell did you manage to get your hands on this?”
You rolled your eyes, grabbing onto his hoodie and pulling him away from staring at the building like it was some kind of tourist attraction.
You wanted to get back to your unit, your safe haven, asap.
Shoving him through the door, you closed it and locked it shut, finally feeling relaxed—well, as relaxed as you could be with a giant rabbit Primal now standing in your living room.
The moment you turned on the lights, Jungkook’s eyes immediately wandered around the apartment, practically sparkling at the amount of space. Even when there were several moving boxes around, he could prance and glide everywhere with ease.
“Please…water…food…” You rasped, reaching a withering hand to the plastic bags Jungkook was hopping around with.
“Oh, right, sorry.” He hopped over to you, handing you the bags before continuing to explore your unit. You quickly pulled out a bottle, downing it in the amount of time you would assume was a world record.
The bottle left your mouth with a rejuvenated sigh, seeing Jungkook still looking around, pure eyes peering out your window and into the city lights.
“Sit down, let’s talk.” You called out to him, already settled onto the cold marble floor, since you still hadn't unpacked any furniture, and with shining eyes, he quickly sat in front of you.
You pulled out two bentos from the bag and handed one over.
“That’s your payment for walking me.” You pointed a chopstick at him, breaking it in two before digging into the bulgogi and rice.
“Uoh, thanks.” His lips formed an excited O, taking his own chopsticks and shovelling the meal into his mouth.
The food was delicious, the two of you finishing roughly at the same time. Jungkook clapped his hands together once. “Thank you for the meal."
“So, claiming scent, what’s that?” You wiped your mouth with the provided napkin, stacking the trash together.
“It’s a scent Primals use to…well, claim.” Jungkook shrugged, and you raised a brow. Obviously, there was more to it than that.
“When females go into heat, or, in your terms, ovulation, they either have a claiming scent from their partner that wards off other Primals from trying to shoot their shot, or they stay indoors if they’re not trying to find a mate until their heat ends.” He explained.
“Surely a Cardinal’s ovulation smells different than a Primal’s heat.”
“Well, yeah.” He scoffed as if you had asked the most obvious question in the world. “But at its most basic, the scent is the same. Ovulation occurs when Primals are in their heat.”
“Uh-huh…” You squinted as you rubbed your chin, deep in thought about this new information. “And you were telling the clerk you were gonna put this scent on me.”
Your words made Jungkook’s ears twitch. “It’s not as weird as you’re making it out to be!” He pouts his bottom lip. “Primals leave their scent on things to claim all the time, whether it be territory, items, or people. It’s just basic animal behaviour.”
“This is basic Primal knowledge. How do you not know this? Where are you actually from?” He bombards you with question after question.
“Why don’t you introduce yourself first, Rabbit? You’re in my house.”
“I’m a hare!” He points at his ears, “Not a rabbit!”
“Right. My mistake.” You nodded, deciding not to argue over semantics.
“Now that we got that cleared up, my name’s Jeon Jungkook. I’m a boxer.”
Ah, that makes a lot of sense now, how he managed to knock two heavyweights down with one punch.
“Now you.” He flicks his head up.
“(Y/F/N), software engineer, also a slight amount of nepotism at play.” You held up your fingers in a small pinching gesture.
“Oh, no wonder, but how did you end up here if you’re rich?” You didn’t even wanna ask which part of it was clicking gears together for him, and you were too tired to ask.
“That’s a story for another day.” You stood up with a heavy sigh. “It was nice to meet you, Jungkook, but I’m extremely tired, and I want to go to bed,” You mumbled, shoving the trash into one of the empty convenience store bags.
“Oh, ok.” He stood up, and you couldn’t help but notice his ears drooping down slightly.
“Is your house far from here? I can call a taxi for you.”
“Oh, no, it’s fine. I kinda live everywhere, so,” He fidgeted with his hands, but your sleep-deprived brain wasn’t really catching on.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t have a home.”
Your expression softened. You thought every Primal in Seoul lived in paradise, a roof over their head and supported by their very own people?
“Then, where do you sleep?”
“Usually at a friend's place. I bed hop.”
“I…” you trailed off, debating if this was a good idea.
“...I have 7 other guest rooms. Take one.”
It was as if the sunshine fell on him, his ears immediately straightening, eyes glistening for the nth time this evening.
“Really?!” You could hear the faint sound of fabric shifting, tilting your body to the side to see a bump on his tailbone that wiggled side to side rapidly, covered by his hoodie.
“Yeah, but my shower broke down, so unfortunately you can’t wash up. That’s why I got a bunch of these.” You waved your hand across the grocery bags filled with large water bottles.
You gave Jungkook some oversized clothes to change into before showing him the guest room, and that’s when you realized.
You only have one mattress.
“Fuck, sorry, I’m just really tired. I didn’t consider that.” You pressed a hand against your forehead, already feeling the exhaustion catching up to you. After everything that had happened that day, the last thing you wanted was to make your unexpected guest sleep on the floor of your apartment.
But that didn’t seem to deter the hare. It didn’t seem like anyone could put a damper on his mood. “You don’t have to worry about a thing. I’ve slept on concrete before.”
You sucked in a breath through your teeth. You were really going to regret this.
“Wanna sleep on mine?”
The moment the words left your mouth, Jungkook’s tail gave a small twitch beneath his hoodie. He slowly turned toward you, his expression caught somewhere between surprise and confusion. “Like… with you?”
You didn’t want to look at him, waving your hands in front of yourself instead. “No—you’re right, that was a weird suggestion.”
“No!” Both of his hands caught yours. You could feel how calloused they were.
“I was just surprised. I thought you were uncomfortable around me, or hated me.” While it wasn’t a lie that you were uncomfortable, with the short time you spent with him, he seemed like just a harmless Robin Hood-type figure who’d never been on top of a high-rise building before.
“I mean, you’re not wrong,” you admitted. “But I don’t think my conscience could handle you sleeping on cold marble. It has a higher thermal conductivity than concrete.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, whatever.” You bashfully shrugged, grabbing his sleeve and pulling him toward your bedroom before you could change your mind.
After changing into your pajamas in your ensuite bathroom, you returned to find Jungkook already settled beneath the extra blanket you had forcefully pulled out from one of your unopened boxes.
A line of small cardboard boxes lay in the middle of your king-sized bed, making it physically impossible for either one of you to accidentally end up in each other's arms, not that you were planning for that to happen in the first place.
You slipped under the sheets, breathing deeply before closing your eyes. “Night, Jungkook.”
“Good night, (Y/N).”
-
You woke up sometime in the middle of the night, your body overheated and your clothes slightly damp from sweat, a common occurrence for you whenever you slept with something on your mind that manifested into a nightmare.
The sun hadn’t risen yet, but the sky outside had already begun to brighten, the faint blue-orange glow of dawn creeping across the horizon.
You sighed, running a hand down your face to bring yourself back to reality.
You glanced over the boxes to see Jungkook dead asleep, face never once twitching and lips slightly parted. You hated to admit it, but he was attractive. Very attractive.
You quickly looked away, deciding that thinking about it any longer was unnecessary, and carefully slipped out of bed to head toward the bathroom, flipping on the faucet, praying it had fixed when you were sleeping.
And to your joy, it had. With a few spurts of water, a steady flow streamed from the tap.
You splashed the water on your face, bringing you a second wind as the cold washed away the heat.
After taking a proper shower, you changed into a fresh pair of pajamas, walking back to your bedroom to see that Jungkook hadn’t budged an inch.
You padded over to him, squatting down to look at his sleeping face, his ears now floppy and dangling slightly off the edge of the mattress.
You didn’t know why you were looking at him; maybe it was the surreality of the situation? Maybe you just needed to make sure what happened yesterday wasn’t a dream, and now you had a Primal sleeping next to you.
Jungkook’s nose twitched, your distinct scent seeping into his nose now that you had been mere inches away. His earlier excitement had overshadowed his Primal response to your Cardinal scent. You had basically been dangling an A5 wagyu steak in front of him the entire time. He was just too stupid to register that until now, when his body was operating at its absolute basic instincts.
Jungkook was known for being God’s strongest sleeper. Even if you blasted Brazil’s EAS right next to his ears, he’d just turn the other way and snuggle a little deeper into his blankets. It was physically impossible to stir him from sleep.
But your scent had woken him up in an instant, eyes fluttering open and hands reaching out to catch your arm.
“...(Y/N).” He suddenly sat up from the mattress, blankets falling off his body and into a pile around his thighs, making you stumble onto your butt in surprise.
There were so many things muddying his mind at the moment: your ovulation, your unclaimed scent, his lack of instinctual fear from your Regalis, you.
“Sorry, I was just checking up on you.” You quickly murmured, your voice tickling his ears.
He hadn’t realized his heartbeat was increasing, his breathing becoming more shallow by the second.
“...Can I mark you?”
You blinked at his words, trying to register what he just said. “Can you what?”
“I want to scent you, can I? Please?” Outside, morning slowly began to break through the darkness, casting soft blue and orange light across the room. The glow reflected in his eyes, making them appear almost like polished amber.
You didn’t know the significance of scenting. He explained that it was something Primals use to mark something as theirs. In your mind, it seemed comparable to a child putting their name on their belongings so nobody else would take them.
If it was to keep you safe from other Primals approaching you, then surely it wouldn’t be so bad. You had no intention of interacting with anyone else in Seoul anyway.
“...Ok.”
You agreed, but you didn’t know what the process entailed. Does he just have to hug you?
How naive you were when he tugged you onto the mattress, now pressed chest to chest with you sitting on his lap, his face burrowed into the crook of your neck.
He sucked in a breath before parting his lips, lapping up a section of your neck, making you wince and hold onto his shoulder a little tighter.
Your scent was so faint, it was something Jungkook had never smelled before. Of course, everyone had their own unique scent, but yours contained something so addicting it had him holding you tighter with each inhale.
You bit your lip, trying to contain your noises, but you couldn’t help but feel like he earned a mewl from you when his tongue was so soft and warm against your damp skin.
Was this what scenting was? Just…being intimate with your partner?
Jungkook’s dull canines grazed against your skin as he fought against the urge to bite down harder, to leave behind his unique mark his instincts were telling him you needed, knowing you wouldn’t appreciate it. Opting to suck light bruises into the delicate skin instead.
You closed your eyes to enjoy the sensation of his touch, having never experienced the affection of a Primals. It was way different from when your ex loved you, where every action behind his love wanted something in exchange.
For Jungkook, everything he gave you was the result of his instincts. You were a Cardinal who didn’t elicit the fear his kind had been born to feel. His natural responses were at odds with each other on how he should be acting around you, and it drove him insane.
“Jungkook…” You whispered his name near his ear, your breath brushing against the sensitive fur. The soft sound was enough to make his ears immediately twitch and rise in response, every strand of fur bristling as your sultry voice carried through him.
“Mmn…My—” Jungkook bit down on his tongue before the next word could escape, his brows knitting together as he forced himself to pull back from the mistaken line of thought.
He wanted to call you his Cardinal.
Actually, mistaken wasn’t the right word. He was scared to admit he wanted to submit to you, even if your Regalis was faint. You made him feel like he was able to be vulnerable around you, that you wouldn’t take advantage of his biology. Your heart had been so incredibly guarded and ever more so after the events of today, but you fed him and allowed him to stay with you simply because what? Because he pulled your heartstrings by telling you he was a stray?
You were so hopelessly kind, adorably naive.
Your heart was kind and trusting, but the world had always taken you for granted. Jungkook wanted to know more about you, wanted to be the one you confided in, the only one you’d be making these sorts of noises for.
All in the span of a couple of hours—crazy, huh?
But he held himself back for you, because you didn’t know any better. You practically knew nothing about his kind, and that’s why he’s going to teach you everything. His good girl. That was the least he could say.
If Jungkook could help it, he’d hold you in his lap forever, scent you to his heart's content, until everyone knew who you belonged to. He forced his lips to part from your supple skin, hooded eyes admiring the pretty patches of red and purple he left on your neck.
“You’re so pretty, (Y/N).” An innocent smile tugged at his lips as his hazy, scent-drunk eyes slowly blinked. “You smell like me now.”
You didn’t think this little hare could do any more damage to your heart, but those words completely pierced right through.
Chapter 1 - Get out of my hare
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“Mom, are you serious?”
You could only hope that, despite the terrible connection, your desperate tone managed to reach her through the phone. If anything, you felt like you were already underreacting.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. But you have to understand, it’s simply to make our investors happy.”
You were about to have a panic attack, and your mother was talking about the happiness of her investors? You ran your fingers through your hair, eyes darting around your bedroom to try to find something—anything— to ground yourself. Deep breaths (Y/N)…There was your office chair with your jacket draped over it, the cup of iced coffee that’s been on your desk since this morning, and…
“(Y/N)?”
Your attempts to compose yourself were interrupted by your mother. Your lips trembled slightly before you finally responded. “Mom…do you understand what this means? Moving to Seoul—you’re quite literally throwing me to the wolves!”
“Oh, don’t say it like that…you were always such a kind child! I’m sure your Regalis won’t trigger their…hm, dare I say, savageness.”
It didn’t matter that your regalis gene was underdeveloped. You didn’t care about the gene that caused Primals to submit to you. It was the fact that you, as a Cardinal, were going to be living in the city dominated by Primals: Seoul.
The once Cardinal-ruled city had transformed into a sanctuary for them, a place where they could live without fear of discrimination and exist freely without being treated as lesser beings. Everything from its government to its culture was shaped around Primal society, making it one of the few places in the world where they could truly belong.
A heavy groan escaped your lips, lowering your head as your eyebrows pinched together in frustration. She wasn’t going to listen to anything you said; never did, never will. Once she decided something for you, there was no way you were going to change her mind.
But this was just ridiculous. You knew the Primals residing in Seoul were notorious for being unforgiving to their counterpart. There hasn’t been a single recorded case of a Cardinal living in that city for less than a week before they were driven out.
“Besides, you’re still working that in-house job, aren’t you? You’ll barely have to go outside. You can just use our shared Uber Eats account.”
With a long-winded sigh and many, many words you’d like to share, you tilted your head back and stared at the ceiling.
“Ok.”
“I knew you’d understand! The moving company will be here tomorrow.”
TOMORROW?!
At least, that’s what you wanted to scream.
“...Ok.”
“Thank you again, sweetheart. Come visit your dad and me soon, alright?”
“Mm.”
The moment she finished speaking, you pressed the red button before she had the chance to slip anything else into the conversation. Your phone landed somewhere on your bed as you sat there, completely still.
You were disassociating.
Grounding…grounding…what did your therapist say about grounding?...
Just sleep it off.
-
You spent the entire morning cleaning your apartment, packing only the necessities you could fit into your bags, and driving the long distance along with the moving trucks to Seoul in one exhausting trip.
When you finally arrived, you could only stare up at the luxury apartment building looming above you.
Even after essentially abandoning you, your mother still refused to let you live somewhere modest. Apparently, a simple middle-class unit was completely out of the question. No, your unit had a whopping eight bedrooms and several bathrooms. You were going to have to get used to the loneliness that came with living in such a huge place.
“I’m actually surprised, Miss. Forgive me for asking, but why Seoul?” the young man asked as he placed the final box down.
“Oh, well—” My mother forced me to move into this apartment because the Cardinals are planning to retake the city, and if we buy property now, the value will skyrocket after the coup d’état!
“—A change of scenery, I suppose.”
The young man gave you a look that suggested he didn’t quite believe you, but he wasn’t paid to interrogate you.
“As someone who used to live around these parts before the beasts overran it, let me put you on. This’ll cover up your Regalis scent.”
He handed you a small metal canister, the design printed with a simple abstract image of a paw with a cross over it. You stared at it for a moment.
You had always thought companies making Regalis suppressants could be a little less obvious with their packaging.
“Well, I wish you good luck, Miss.”
With a polite tip of his hat, the man and his small crew left, leaving you alone in your new apartment.
The place didn’t feel like home. It felt like walking into a crowded room full of strangers, except the room was empty and the strangers were only imaginary. Still, this was what you had been given, and you had no choice but to make the best of it.
By the time the sun had completely disappeared, exhaustion had finally caught up to you. The first thing you decided to do was take a nice, hot shower before collapsing onto the mattress on the floor. The bedframe could wait until tomorrow, not like it was gonna grow more than four legs and run.
You stripped off your sweat-stained clothes and reached for the faucet, only to be met with a miserable groan from the pipes and a few pathetic spurts of water.
You tried a couple more times. Maybe the water just needed time to travel through the pipes. Maybe the apartment had been vacant for too long.
But after several attempts, you were forced to accept the unfortunate truth.
“Fuck…” You cursed under your breath, hands reaching for your phone to dial your mother, only to realize it was already far past the time she usually answered.
There was surely no way you were going to sleep without showering, right? Surely not!
But no matter how delusional you could be, there was no way to delude water into reality.
You were tired, stinky, and now, undoubtedly thirsty. You hadn’t taken a single sip of water since you started packing that morning, and your body was beginning to demand the most basic necessity known to mankind…The nearest options were your neighbour, ordering delivery, or—unfortunately—the convenience store.
If your apartment's water wasn't working, surely the neighbours were dealing with the same problem.
Uber…why are there no workers at this hour? Fuck, you’re gonna have to go out, aren’t you?
With a defeated sigh, you reached over the counter and picked up the spray bottle the moving crew guy had given you. Perhaps it would actually come in handy.
According to the instructions, six sprays were enough: around the neck, wrists, chest, and other areas where your scent was strongest. Too much would make your scent unnatural and could ironically have the opposite effect of what it was intended for.
After spraying, you put on a hoodie and head to your elevator, down to the streets of Seoul.
It was the hour when the city was just beginning to come alive, the streets slowly filling with the sounds of nightlife, so surely the relatively rural neighbourhood was a cold spot for rowdy young adults.
The convenience store was just three minutes away. Surely there isn't a comedically placed alleyway in the middle of the road that harbours suspicious individuals that might want to pick a fight with you, right?
You swallowed your paranoia when you passed by the comedically placed alleyway, choosing not to look in case there actually was someone. The first rule of walking in a densely populated city is not to make eye contact with anyone; otherwise, they’ll lock onto you like a heat-seeking missile.
Just as you passed the alleyway, the man's nose twitched, his head slowly tilting upward as the scent in the air caught his attention.
It was faint, but unmistakable.
Sweet, yet tinged with the artificial sharpness of chemicals—the scent of an omega Primal attempting to hide themselves beneath a layer of blockers.
To the gruff alpha lingering in the alleyway, smelling faintly of woody tobacco and cinnamon, it was an invitation he couldn't ignore.
“Hey! Kitty!”
Yeah, hell no. You kept on walking, speeding up ever so slightly; if you ignored them, they usually left you alone.
A large hand suddenly wrapped around your wrist, pulling you backward with enough force that you nearly stumbled over yourself. A startled yelp escaped your throat as you were dragged to a stop, your heartbeat immediately jumping at the realization that he was not planning on letting you simply walk away.
You kept your head low, voice low. To say you were exhausted was the understatement of the century. The last thing you wanted was to provoke this man into giving you a harder time.
“P-Please let me go.” You said, voice trembling yet firm.
“Nah, Kitty. You can’t just walk past me smelling like a fresh spring breeze and expect me not to take this chance?”
Your eyes narrowed at the blatant attempt at flirting, although calling it flirting felt far too generous. It wasn't the first time you had been catcalled, but being called a cat was certainly a new experience.
“I’m not interested.” You tried to tug your wrist away, but he wouldn’t budge. You didn’t dare lift your head in fear of your hoodie falling. “I have a boyfriend.”
“Your boyfie lets you go out smelling this…” His tongue darted out to trace his lips, predatory eyes falling down your body. “...Fertile?”
That word alone set a wave of nausea over you, alarms blaring in your head that you had to get the fuck out right now, otherwise he was going to do something drastic.
“Let go!” You yanked harder this time, finally freeing your aching wrists. Using this opportunity to put a couple more feet between you two.
You finally got a good look at your assailant, a well-built dog Primal with stubble lining his muzzle, hair short and spiky at the tips. Several scars ran across his arms and features, telling stories you had no desire to learn.
The force of your escape had shaken your hoodie loose, exposing the top of your head for only a brief second before you lifted it back over. But that singular second was all it took for the man to immediately bare his teeth, a low growl rumbling from his chest.
“Oh? Turns out you’re not a kitty after all?” He smirked, inching closer now that he knew.
With every large stride he took, you gave several more in return until your back collided with something hard. Before you could even process what it was, a pair of strong arms wrapped around your torso, trapping you in place.
“No! Stop! Let me go!” Your screams echoed through the alley, but the man in front of you only looked amused.
The man stepped in front of you, a smug look ever so present.
“Lady, do you even know where you are right now?” He brushed your hoodie off your head. “Even if you screamed as loud as you can, no one's gonna want to save a Cardinal.”
Tears welled in your eyes, and all you could think about was the pure hate you have for your mother for making you come here, how her decision is now costing your life.
“It’s strange, though.” His voice lowered as he studied you. “When I’m standing in front of you, I don’t get that nasty feeling of wanting to tuck my tail and run.”
His smile turned cruel.
“Isn’t that interesting? You must be defective.”
The man held your jaw in his rough hands, forcing you to look at him. “My last Cardinal made me look reealll pretty.” He dragged a finger down a scar that lined his cheek, making you wince. “Can you tell?”
His finger then tapped your cheeks, tracing down the soft skin, the exact length of his scar.
“I’ll make you look pretty too.”
You squeezed your eyes shut, desperately trying to hold back the sound threatening to escape your throat. You refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing how afraid you were.
Just then, his touch disappeared. The arms around you loosened, and the only things filling the silence were shouting voices and the heavy sound of fists colliding.
Your tears blurred your vision, making it difficult to see what had happened, but after quickly pulling your hood back into place and wiping your eyes, you finally managed to make out the scene in front of you. The dog Primal and his companion were both on the ground, their faces bruised and bloodied.
A new contender appeared in the form of another man, this time in a grey hoodie and baggy jeans. Was he the one who helped you? Was he also a Cardinal?
“What the…” The man held his nose, looking at the looming figure.
“Jungkook! Why the hell are you helping her?!” His voice made you wince, sounding genuinely offended.
“I told you last time not to fuck with the Cardinals that come here.” Your mysterious saviour said, turning slightly to look at you, and that’s when you saw it. “That’s my job.”
Hidden beneath his hoodie were large, elongated ears, heavily pierced with several sections cut and altered. His eyes flashed red beneath the streetlight, and his lip piercing caught the light as he moved. His right arm was covered almost entirely in colourful tattoos.
“Fuck man. Did you really have to punch me that hard? Fuck…” Blood continued to drip from his nose as he held his hand over it.
“Get the fuck out of here, Dongwon.” The stranger flicked his head, and with a heavy grumble, the dog Primals left.
You really didn’t appreciate the way he said, “That’s my job.” Because clearly that implied he was the top don around here who calls the shots.
His earlier expression turned into something softer, the red glow now replaced by big, brown doe eyes.
“Are you alright?” He bent down lower to your level, seemingly trying to make himself look smaller under that big hoodie.
You realized you hadn’t been breathing, letting yourself take deep breaths while keeping your unblinking eyes glued to his.
“I’m not gonna hurt you.” He kept his voice low and soft, like he was talking to an injured animal. “I promise.”
The man in front of you, Jungkook, would’ve preferred to leave you alone, but after seeing the top of your head clearly bare, he didn’t trust you to walk around this late at night. Quite frankly, he thought you were an idiot for even trying.
With a shaky breath, you spoke, “Thank you, but I need to go.”
He tilted his head, eyes narrowing. “And be attacked by stray dogs again? I thought Cardinals were supposed to be smart?”
You hated even being classified as one, because everything had to be blamed on your underdeveloped genetics. You weren’t as brilliantly smart as your siblings. You couldn’t regenerate a paper cut fast enough. You became bedridden when you caught a simple cold.
And worst of all, your Regalis gene was so faint it couldn’t even protect you.
Just like your ancestors.
“Well, sorry for not wanting to stick around with someone who sent a Primal home with a bloodied nose using one punch,” you argued, immediately putting up a defensive wall between the two of you.
Jungkook let out a heavy sigh as he rose from his squatting position, and despite the fact that he moved slowly, you still found yourself flinching slightly at the sudden increase in his height.
He would be lying if he said there wasn't something strangely satisfying about seeing a Cardinal so completely vulnerable in front of him, without the usual pressure of their Regalis weighing down on his instincts. For a moment, he allowed himself to appreciate the euphoric feeling before pushing it aside.
“Where are you going? I’ll walk you there.”
You desperately needed water. Food too, if you were being honest. There was no point turning back now after making it this far.
“Stay 10 feet away from me.”
He held up his hands as a sign of peace. “S’all you.”
The short walk was quiet. Occasionally, people would walk past you, giving you weird stares, not because of your scent but because Jungkook had been trailing you from behind, his scent clearly warding off people from trying to talk to either of you.
You reached the GS25, preparing to walk in, but Jungkook stopped you with a hand on your shoulder. You turned around, eyebrows furrowed in suspicion.
“Tell me what you want.” He held up some bills he pulled from his pocket. “I’ll get it.”
You didn’t understand why a Primal living in Seoul would help a Cardinal. There had to be a catch to it.
“No thanks. I can handle myself.” You shrugged his hand away and stepped into the store, the familiar jingle of the entrance welcoming you inside.
Jungkook only rolled his eyes before following after you, greeting the cashier like an old friend while you moved through the aisles.
You filled your basket with bottles of water and a few pre-made meals, making sure to grab enough to last you through the next couple of days. Once you were satisfied, you placed everything on the counter.
The middle-aged deer Primal behind the register gave you a brief glance before beginning to scan your items.
“Are you new around here? Don’t think I’ve ever smelled your mark around these parts.” The deer said, curiosity eating away at him from the subtle scent of the outer city.
“Just moved here from Busan,” he continued smoothly, as if he hadn't just casually rewritten your entire relationship status. “You know how it is there. Couldn’t see her much until now.”
He gently placed his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in slightly. “I’m gonna have to scent her properly for the next few days. People keep trying to talk to her because she’s so pretty.” You were 100% sure your face wasn’t making Jungkook’s story any more convincing, but you couldn’t be more wrong when the deer had such an elated look on his face.
“Congratulations! I’m so happy for you, Jungkook-ah!” He reached over the counter to give Jungkook several pats on the shoulder. “I was afraid keeping our city safe was getting in the way of your love life, oh, I’m so proud.” The man shook his head side to side, like his own son just announced he was getting married.
“-Ah, sorry dear. I’ll bag these for you.” Mr. Lee quickly returned to work, neatly placing your items into a bag while you stood there in complete confusion. You handed him the exact change, still trying to process how easily Jungkook had managed to create an entire fake relationship in under ten seconds.
“Jungkookie here is a good man.” He says, nodding at you, “If he’s spending too much time hopping around instead of building a proper nest, just tell me, and I’ll whip him into shape.” A mighty holler escaped his throat as Jungkook blushes, “I can make a proper one…”
You simply nodded politely, offering a quiet, “Thank you,” before Jungkook grabbed the bags and quickly ushered you out of the store.
You waited until the two of you were several meters away from the store before exploding.
“WHAT. THE FUCK. IS WRONG WITH YOU???” You screamed in between inhales, and Jungkook quickly covered your mouth.
“Are you trying to get a noise complaint?! Keep it down!” You slapped his hand away, lowering your voice before continuing. “No-genuinely, what kind of story was that?! Your girlfriend?!”
“Well, what was I supposed to say?! Are you planning on walking around smelling like that every month with no claiming scent?”
“Like what?!” You jumped, recalling Dongwon’s comment about your scent. “Wait…” you pulled out your phone, swiping to your period tracker app.
Ovulation phase.
Heat quickly rose to your cheeks. “Oh my God…”
“You didn’t know?!” Jungkook finally had the upper hand, running a hand through his hair, which subsequently knocked his hoodie off, his large ears now standing at attention.
“I was just so stressed with moving. I didn’t keep track!” You tried to explain, “And what do you mean by a claiming scent?”
He held a finger up, head tilted away in frustration. “Are you doing this on purpose?”
“No—on my life, I don’t know what that is.” You held a hand to your chest, the other pointed to the sky.
“It's…” His eyes glazed around, noticing the increased number of stares. “Let’s head to my friend's place. We can’t talk here.” He mumbled.
“Your friends?? Fat chance. I’m gonna get my organs harvested.”
“Who would want your defective organs? Fine, yours then.” You jerked your head in offence, opening your mouth to argue, but the increasing number of curious stares around you made you reconsider. With a reluctant sigh, you grabbed onto his sleeve and dragged him along.
-
Jungkook’s jaw dropped the moment he saw your apartment building.
“How the hell did you manage to get your hands on this?”
You rolled your eyes, grabbing onto his hoodie and pulling him away from staring at the building like it was some kind of tourist attraction.
You wanted to get back to your unit, your safe haven, asap.
Shoving him through the door, you closed it and locked it shut, finally feeling relaxed—well, as relaxed as you could be with a giant rabbit Primal now standing in your living room.
The moment you turned on the lights, Jungkook’s eyes immediately wandered around the apartment, practically sparkling at the amount of space. Even when there were several moving boxes around, he could prance and glide everywhere with ease.
“Please…water…food…” You rasped, reaching a withering hand to the plastic bags Jungkook was hopping around with.
“Oh, right, sorry.” He hopped over to you, handing you the bags before continuing to explore your unit. You quickly pulled out a bottle, downing it in the amount of time you would assume was a world record.
The bottle left your mouth with a rejuvenated sigh, seeing Jungkook still looking around, pure eyes peering out your window and into the city lights.
“Sit down, let’s talk.” You called out to him, already settled onto the cold marble floor, since you still hadn't unpacked any furniture, and with shining eyes, he quickly sat in front of you.
You pulled out two bentos from the bag and handed one over.
“That’s your payment for walking me.” You pointed a chopstick at him, breaking it in two before digging into the bulgogi and rice.
“Uoh, thanks.” His lips formed an excited O, taking his own chopsticks and shovelling the meal into his mouth.
The food was delicious, the two of you finishing roughly at the same time. Jungkook clapped his hands together once. “Thank you for the meal."
“So, claiming scent, what’s that?” You wiped your mouth with the provided napkin, stacking the trash together.
“It’s a scent Primals use to…well, claim.” Jungkook shrugged, and you raised a brow. Obviously, there was more to it than that.
“When females go into heat, or, in your terms, ovulation, they either have a claiming scent from their partner that wards off other Primals from trying to shoot their shot, or they stay indoors if they’re not trying to find a mate until their heat ends.” He explained.
“Surely a Cardinal’s ovulation smells different than a Primal’s heat.”
“Well, yeah.” He scoffed as if you had asked the most obvious question in the world. “But at its most basic, the scent is the same. Ovulation occurs when Primals are in their heat.”
“Uh-huh…” You squinted as you rubbed your chin, deep in thought about this new information. “And you were telling the clerk you were gonna put this scent on me.”
Your words made Jungkook’s ears twitch. “It’s not as weird as you’re making it out to be!” He pouts his bottom lip. “Primals leave their scent on things to claim all the time, whether it be territory, items, or people. It’s just basic animal behaviour.”
“This is basic Primal knowledge. How do you not know this? Where are you actually from?” He bombards you with question after question.
“Why don’t you introduce yourself first, Rabbit? You’re in my house.”
“I’m a hare!” He points at his ears, “Not a rabbit!”
“Right. My mistake.” You nodded, deciding not to argue over semantics.
“Now that we got that cleared up, my name’s Jeon Jungkook. I’m a boxer.”
Ah, that makes a lot of sense now, how he managed to knock two heavyweights down with one punch.
“Now you.” He flicks his head up.
“(Y/F/N), software engineer, also a slight amount of nepotism at play.” You held up your fingers in a small pinching gesture.
“Oh, no wonder, but how did you end up here if you’re rich?” You didn’t even wanna ask which part of it was clicking gears together for him, and you were too tired to ask.
“That’s a story for another day.” You stood up with a heavy sigh. “It was nice to meet you, Jungkook, but I’m extremely tired, and I want to go to bed,” You mumbled, shoving the trash into one of the empty convenience store bags.
“Oh, ok.” He stood up, and you couldn’t help but notice his ears drooping down slightly.
“Is your house far from here? I can call a taxi for you.”
“Oh, no, it’s fine. I kinda live everywhere, so,” He fidgeted with his hands, but your sleep-deprived brain wasn’t really catching on.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t have a home.”
Your expression softened. You thought every Primal in Seoul lived in paradise, a roof over their head and supported by their very own people?
“Then, where do you sleep?”
“Usually at a friend's place. I bed hop.”
“I…” you trailed off, debating if this was a good idea.
“...I have 7 other guest rooms. Take one.”
It was as if the sunshine fell on him, his ears immediately straightening, eyes glistening for the nth time this evening.
“Really?!” You could hear the faint sound of fabric shifting, tilting your body to the side to see a bump on his tailbone that wiggled side to side rapidly, covered by his hoodie.
“Yeah, but my shower broke down, so unfortunately you can’t wash up. That’s why I got a bunch of these.” You waved your hand across the grocery bags filled with large water bottles.
You gave Jungkook some oversized clothes to change into before showing him the guest room, and that’s when you realized.
You only have one mattress.
“Fuck, sorry, I’m just really tired. I didn’t consider that.” You pressed a hand against your forehead, already feeling the exhaustion catching up to you. After everything that had happened that day, the last thing you wanted was to make your unexpected guest sleep on the floor of your apartment.
But that didn’t seem to deter the hare. It didn’t seem like anyone could put a damper on his mood. “You don’t have to worry about a thing. I’ve slept on concrete before.”
You sucked in a breath through your teeth. You were really going to regret this.
“Wanna sleep on mine?”
The moment the words left your mouth, Jungkook’s tail gave a small twitch beneath his hoodie. He slowly turned toward you, his expression caught somewhere between surprise and confusion. “Like… with you?”
You didn’t want to look at him, waving your hands in front of yourself instead. “No—you’re right, that was a weird suggestion.”
“No!” Both of his hands caught yours. You could feel how calloused they were.
“I was just surprised. I thought you were uncomfortable around me, or hated me.” While it wasn’t a lie that you were uncomfortable, with the short time you spent with him, he seemed like just a harmless Robin Hood-type figure who’d never been on top of a high-rise building before.
“I mean, you’re not wrong,” you admitted. “But I don’t think my conscience could handle you sleeping on cold marble. It has a higher thermal conductivity than concrete.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, whatever.” You bashfully shrugged, grabbing his sleeve and pulling him toward your bedroom before you could change your mind.
After changing into your pajamas in your ensuite bathroom, you returned to find Jungkook already settled beneath the extra blanket you had forcefully pulled out from one of your unopened boxes.
A line of small cardboard boxes lay in the middle of your king-sized bed, making it physically impossible for either one of you to accidentally end up in each other's arms, not that you were planning for that to happen in the first place.
You slipped under the sheets, breathing deeply before closing your eyes. “Night, Jungkook.”
“Good night, (Y/N).”
-
You woke up sometime in the middle of the night, your body overheated and your clothes slightly damp from sweat, a common occurrence for you whenever you slept with something on your mind that manifested into a nightmare.
The sun hadn’t risen yet, but the sky outside had already begun to brighten, the faint blue-orange glow of dawn creeping across the horizon.
You sighed, running a hand down your face to bring yourself back to reality.
You glanced over the boxes to see Jungkook dead asleep, face never once twitching and lips slightly parted. You hated to admit it, but he was attractive. Very attractive.
You quickly looked away, deciding that thinking about it any longer was unnecessary, and carefully slipped out of bed to head toward the bathroom, flipping on the faucet, praying it had fixed when you were sleeping.
And to your joy, it had. With a few spurts of water, a steady flow streamed from the tap.
You splashed the water on your face, bringing you a second wind as the cold washed away the heat.
After taking a proper shower, you changed into a fresh pair of pajamas, walking back to your bedroom to see that Jungkook hadn’t budged an inch.
You padded over to him, squatting down to look at his sleeping face, his ears now floppy and dangling slightly off the edge of the mattress.
You didn’t know why you were looking at him; maybe it was the surreality of the situation? Maybe you just needed to make sure what happened yesterday wasn’t a dream, and now you had a Primal sleeping next to you.
Jungkook’s nose twitched, your distinct scent seeping into his nose now that you had been mere inches away. His earlier excitement had overshadowed his Primal response to your Cardinal scent. You had basically been dangling an A5 wagyu steak in front of him the entire time. He was just too stupid to register that until now, when his body was operating at its absolute basic instincts.
Jungkook was known for being God’s strongest sleeper. Even if you blasted Brazil’s EAS right next to his ears, he’d just turn the other way and snuggle a little deeper into his blankets. It was physically impossible to stir him from sleep.
But your scent had woken him up in an instant, eyes fluttering open and hands reaching out to catch your arm.
“...(Y/N).” He suddenly sat up from the mattress, blankets falling off his body and into a pile around his thighs, making you stumble onto your butt in surprise.
There were so many things muddying his mind at the moment: your ovulation, your unclaimed scent, his lack of instinctual fear from your Regalis, you.
“Sorry, I was just checking up on you.” You quickly murmured, your voice tickling his ears.
He hadn’t realized his heartbeat was increasing, his breathing becoming more shallow by the second.
“...Can I mark you?”
You blinked at his words, trying to register what he just said. “Can you what?”
“I want to scent you, can I? Please?” Outside, morning slowly began to break through the darkness, casting soft blue and orange light across the room. The glow reflected in his eyes, making them appear almost like polished amber.
You didn’t know the significance of scenting. He explained that it was something Primals use to mark something as theirs. In your mind, it seemed comparable to a child putting their name on their belongings so nobody else would take them.
If it was to keep you safe from other Primals approaching you, then surely it wouldn’t be so bad. You had no intention of interacting with anyone else in Seoul anyway.
“...Ok.”
You agreed, but you didn’t know what the process entailed. Does he just have to hug you?
How naive you were when he tugged you onto the mattress, now pressed chest to chest with you sitting on his lap, his face burrowed into the crook of your neck.
He sucked in a breath before parting his lips, lapping up a section of your neck, making you wince and hold onto his shoulder a little tighter.
Your scent was so faint, it was something Jungkook had never smelled before. Of course, everyone had their own unique scent, but yours contained something so addicting it had him holding you tighter with each inhale.
You bit your lip, trying to contain your noises, but you couldn’t help but feel like he earned a mewl from you when his tongue was so soft and warm against your damp skin.
Was this what scenting was? Just…being intimate with your partner?
Jungkook’s dull canines grazed against your skin as he fought against the urge to bite down harder, to leave behind his unique mark his instincts were telling him you needed, knowing you wouldn’t appreciate it. Opting to suck light bruises into the delicate skin instead.
You closed your eyes to enjoy the sensation of his touch, having never experienced the affection of a Primals. It was way different from when your ex loved you, where every action behind his love wanted something in exchange.
For Jungkook, everything he gave you was the result of his instincts. You were a Cardinal who didn’t elicit the fear his kind had been born to feel. His natural responses were at odds with each other on how he should be acting around you, and it drove him insane.
“Jungkook…” You whispered his name near his ear, your breath brushing against the sensitive fur. The soft sound was enough to make his ears immediately twitch and rise in response, every strand of fur bristling as your sultry voice carried through him.
“Mmn…My—” Jungkook bit down on his tongue before the next word could escape, his brows knitting together as he forced himself to pull back from the mistaken line of thought.
He wanted to call you his Cardinal.
Actually, mistaken wasn’t the right word. He was scared to admit he wanted to submit to you, even if your Regalis was faint. You made him feel like he was able to be vulnerable around you, that you wouldn’t take advantage of his biology. Your heart had been so incredibly guarded and ever more so after the events of today, but you fed him and allowed him to stay with you simply because what? Because he pulled your heartstrings by telling you he was a stray?
You were so hopelessly kind, adorably naive.
Your heart was kind and trusting, but the world had always taken you for granted. Jungkook wanted to know more about you, wanted to be the one you confided in, the only one you’d be making these sorts of noises for.
All in the span of a couple of hours—crazy, huh?
But he held himself back for you, because you didn’t know any better. You practically knew nothing about his kind, and that’s why he’s going to teach you everything. His good girl. That was the least he could say.
If Jungkook could help it, he’d hold you in his lap forever, scent you to his heart's content, until everyone knew who you belonged to. He forced his lips to part from your supple skin, hooded eyes admiring the pretty patches of red and purple he left on your neck.
“You’re so pretty, (Y/N).” An innocent smile tugged at his lips as his hazy, scent-drunk eyes slowly blinked. “You smell like me now.”
You didn’t think this little hare could do any more damage to your heart, but those words completely pierced right through.
Story: Illegally imported into Korea to be studied. Escaped the lab to Seoul and is currently high priority for Primal control.
Name: Kim Seokjin
Species: Phodopus sungorus | Winter White Russian dwarf hamster
Residence: Song Residence (Former)
Occupation: N/A
Story: Abandoned by his Cardinal after finding out his second gender was Alpha. Went to Seoul to find his people, only to be ostracized for being a freakishly big hamster.
Name: Min Yoongi
Species: Panthera pardus | Panther
Residence: Inner Seoul | Studio apartment (Former)
Occupation: Producer
Story: One of the few Primals that resided in Seoul before it was overthrown. Worked as a producer until his business partner screwed him over with a false deal, costing him everything.
Name: Jung Hoseok
Species: Tamias striatus | Chipmunk
Residence: Kim residence (Former) HOTS dance crew (Present)
Occupation: N/A
Story: Abandoned by his Cardinal for a golden retriever Primal. Went to Seoul to find companionship. He's now the leader of a small group of dance nomads.
Name: Park Jimin
Species: Bungarus caeruleus | Common Krait
Residence: Outskirts of Seoul | Studio apartment
Occupation: Cardinal black market dealer
Story: Sold his venom to help his sick mother, after her passing he continued with the line of work to support himself. In close relations with bad Cardinals who don't know his true identity.
Name: Kim Taehyung
Species: Panthera tigris | Tiger
Residence: N/A
Occupation: N/A
Story: A stray since the very start. Found his way to Seoul. He can never stay in one place.
Name: Jeon Jungkook
Species: Lepus saxatilis | Hare
Residence: Everywhere
Occupation: Bounty Hunter
Story: Owns a large territory in Seoul, not in the way you'd expect but rather everyone let's him stay with them because he gets along with everyone. He gets paid to drive out Cardinals from Seoul.
i grew up with the era that jungkook calls the majority of women "noona" bc he was so young and i have to resist the urge to make SS jungkook call yn noona bc hes unc now
⟡ Pairing: Hybrid! BTS x Reader
⟡ Genre: Romance, fluff, angst, smut, comedy??? idek anymore hybrid au
⟡ Warning/Tags: Explicit smut (eventually), fem reader, they're all alphas, polygamy, ruts (duh), lore-accurate rut behaviour and mating???, lots of scenting, hybrids are oppressed (more to be listed)
⟡ Summary: In a world dominated by Cardinals, Seoul was the one place your mother sent you, of all places. The city where Cardinals like you were hated. Having been born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you always strived to help people with your wealth, working a humble at-home job that didn’t require you to step out the majority of the time. Until you were feeling particularly thirsty one spring night, and decided to get something to drink at the local convenience store…
Yn wanted to adopt alphas, but that’s legally not allowed. One by one, she picks up a bunch of street-roaming solitary alphas
Hare - Jungkook
Eats bark, leaves, occasionally meat. A complete 180 from rabbits whereas they are extremely social creatures, hares are solitary. He doesn't beg for attention much. But when he DOES!
He had a large territory on the streets before you took him in, so he has trouble settling into a singular room in your home, opting to sleep in the other alphas' or your bed whenever he can.
Yoongi and Tae groom Jungkook as an act of dominance, but he likes to be groomed bc its an act of submission
Hamster - Jin
Hoards the treats you give him. Loves the occasional dry chicken cube treats.
Will nibble on your fingers to make you think he's unhappy, but he's just joking around.
Since he’s nocturnal, he spends most of his time snoozing next to you when you’re working. (Eldest privileges)
Likes to sleep with his entire body completely buried under the sheets.
Polar Bear - Namjoon
Illegally imported into Seoul and escaped captivity. Had to hide the fact that he was a hybrid so he wouldn't be captured again.
Able to be patient for a long period of time, always waiting for you to come home. Sways his head side to side when he wants to play.
You had his room specially modified so he's able to live comfortably in his native climate.
Snake - Jimin
Having no one to inject his venom into, his fangs become super sensitive and sore, so he often has to bite into shot glasses covered by saran wrap. It's incredibly unsatisfying, and his instincts are always screaming that it's wrong.
His venom doesn't kill, but it paralyzes, often giving the injected a sense of euphoria so great it ceases their motor functions (This venom is highly sought after in the black market!)
Often flicks his forked tongue to taste the air, whether it be for hunting or finding mates.
Tiger - Tae
Will tell you he hates playing around, but when you or the other Alphas rouse his instincts by acting like prey backing away, he can't help but pounce and gnaw at your jugulars.
Will sometimes open his mouth and bare his teeth, but that's just him trying to taste the air for scents.
Always purring deeply next to your ears when cuddling, it's healing.
Panther - Yoongi
Has a bad habit of scratching territorial marks into your walls. You have to remind him 30298282920 times not to do that 😭
As opposed to Tae, he's much better at pretending he doesn't give a fuck about giving in to his instincts. Oh! An injured prey? It's alright; he's already figured out 20 ways to kill them, he doesn't need to act on it. It's too troublesome
Licks you with his sandpaper tongue to groom you, but you have to remind him not to go overboard and lick your skin off your body.
Chipmunk - Hoseok
Hoards the treats you give him in a little box so he can enjoy them all with you later.
Often competing with Jin to see who has a better hoard, they both present them to you as a sign they want to court you.
Since he's only half chipmunk, he doesn't need to fully go into hibernation when winter comes, but he becomes incredibly lethargic and airy. So please take care of his little heart.
General world building
Humans and hybrids are separated by class: Cardinals and Primals.
Primals have co-existed alongside Cardinals since the very beginning. They’re an evolutionary branch of homosapiens called homobestia who didn’t lose their animalistic features during evolution.
Cardinals are, in a nutshell, the Apex predator. They all possess the gift of dominion, to conquer. A presence that instinctively makes a Primal want to submit to them.
Obviously, that pushed a lot of political narratives to where we are today
Primals are legally classified as sub-human and are treated as such in society, either as pets or even below homeless Cardinals.
Seoul is the one city that Primals have made their own, rising into power and driving the Cardinals out.
It's illegal to keep more than one Alpha in a home; it causes unnecessary complications and is just generally a bad idea.
Wandering Primals disguise themselves as Cardinals, some making the irreversible decision to cut off their animalistic features. This doesn't remove the nature that comes with them, though.
Cardinals who are exposed as Primals are subsequently put down.
About the boys
Since the 7 boys are all solitary alphas, it's incredibly hard for their instincts to fully settle down around one another. (like who tf is this predator/prey on MY turf cozying up with MY mate)
Jungkook, Jin, Tae, and Yoongi are nocturnal
Jimin, Namjoon, and Hoseok are diurnal
Since Yn has an at-home daytime job, the nighttime Primals are always trying to force themselves through the day just so they could spend time with her.
Oh boy, how to find a compromise that makes everyone happy…
I think it'd be funny to write a scene where yn is ovulating and it just puts everyone on edge but you have a period tracker app and ur just like "oh damn im ovulating....btw can yall smell that?"
It might trigger them into a rut. Ur literally announcing to the world 'IM FERTILE AND BREEDABLE RN'
I can’t believe I have to do actual research on animals and how they behave during mating season so its lore accurate
Mating/rut behaviours (All of them perform scent marking)
Jungkook
Hare ruts are scary (They call it the mad march madness???) It causes him to become extremely aggressive and want to fight everything in the vicinity. Others have to hold him back from chasing YN around the house.
Showing off a lot more than usual, in strength and stamina
Females are usually the ones initiating contact to ensue a chase, so perhaps a scene where YN unintentionally approaches him…
Creates a nest in his bed during pre-rut ("Kook what are you doing?" "You don't get it, (Y/N) my instincts are telling me this has to be perfect for you" "?")
Jin
are u so fr hamsters are FREAKS
I think you’d like to indulge in a little chase before getting captured by him, scenting you by biting into your neck while making little noises.
Apparently the female will attack the male if he doesn’t immediately gtfo and raises her children all on her own im dead what an icon
Namjoon
His heightened need to find a mate suppresses his hunger.
They endure long, harsh treks through the ice to find a mate….perhaps that's how he meets you?
No thoughts, head empty just mate…find mate…i can smell her…find mate…..
Jimin
He can taste you in the air, literally
Rubs his chin all over you to scent you
Prefers to have you lying on his chest when he fucks you from beneath
Dare I say, 2 penits
Unique litter name: clutch
Taehyung
Always making some sort of noise in the house to get your attention
Adopts Yoongi’s bad habit and digs claw marks all around your room
Rubs his cheek to yours (more often than usual)
Exhibits high levels of tolerance and restraint, allowing you to take the lead
Yoongi
Turns his room upside down to make a makeshift nest for you (The nest is basically screaming at you to ‘COME INCOME IN COME IN COME CIN’)
He needs you to stay in the nest for a few days before mating, so your scent can properly be bonded with him.
Rmb jungkook talking about 7 days a week? Make that 7 times an hour
Bites into your neck because his instincts tell him it’ll trigger your ovulation
Hoseok
The same behaviour as Jungkook, where he tries not to chase you around the house.
Flattens his ears and puffs up his tail when the other alphas are around you
Tries to scare them off with chirps and trills but compared to the predators, he's just a little rodent
Honestly there’s not a lot of difference with hare, hamster, and chipmunk behaviours, if anything it’s the same
Also just found out mid research that theres a species of mice that literally fuck until they die
⟡ Warning/Tags: Explicit smut (eventually), fem reader, they're all alphas, polygamy, ruts (duh), lore-accurate rut behaviour and mating???, lots of scenting, hybrids are oppressed, violence
⟡ Summary: In a world dominated by Cardinals, Seoul was the one place your mother sent you, of all places. The city where Cardinals like you were hated. Having been born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you always strived to help people with your wealth, working a humble at-home job that didn’t require you to step out the majority of the time. How are you going to survive in a city that wants you gone?
MOODBOARDS
Chapter 1 - Get out of my hare
yes the chapter names are going to just be puns
Brainstorming stuff
Yn wanted to adopt alphas, but that’s legally not allowed. One by one, she picks up a bunch of street-roaming solitary alphas
Hare - Jungkook
Eats bark, leaves, occasionally meat. A complete 180 from rabbits whereas they are extremely social creatures, hares are solitary. He doesn't beg for attention much. But when he DOES!
He had a large territory on the streets before you took him in, so he has trouble settling into a singular room in your home, opting to sleep in the other alphas' or your bed whenever he can.
Yoongi and Tae groom Jungkook as an act of dominance, but he likes to be groomed bc its an act of submission
Hamster - Jin
Hoards the treats you give him. Loves the occasional dry chicken cube treats.
Will nibble on your fingers to make you think he's unhappy, but he's just joking around.
Since he’s nocturnal, he spends most of his time snoozing next to you when you’re working. (Eldest privileges)
Likes to sleep with his entire body completely buried under the sheets.
Polar Bear - Namjoon
Illegally imported into Seoul and escaped captivity. Had to hide the fact that he was a hybrid so he wouldn't be captured again.
Able to be patient for a long period of time, always waiting for you to come home. Sways his head side to side when he wants to play.
You had his room specially modified so he's able to live comfortably in his native climate.
Snake - Jimin
Having no one to inject his venom into, his fangs become super sensitive and sore, so he often has to bite into shot glasses covered by saran wrap. It's incredibly unsatisfying, and his instincts are always screaming that it's wrong.
His venom doesn't kill, but it paralyzes, often giving the injected a sense of euphoria so great it ceases their motor functions (This venom is highly sought after in the black market!)
Often flicks his forked tongue to taste the air, whether it be for hunting or finding mates.
Fraternizes with Cardinals and deals venom with them. Has to hide the fact he wants to run away at every given moment in the presence of their Regalis
Tiger - Tae
Will tell you he hates playing around, but when you or the other Alphas rouse his instincts by acting like prey backing away, he can't help but pounce and gnaw at your jugulars.
Will sometimes open his mouth and bare his teeth, but that's just him trying to taste the air for scents.
Always purring deeply next to your ears when cuddling, it's healing.
Panther - Yoongi
Has a bad habit of scratching territorial marks into your walls. You have to remind him 30298282920 times not to do that 😭
As opposed to Tae, he's much better at pretending he doesn't give a fuck about giving in to his instincts. Oh! An injured prey? It's alright; he's already figured out 20 ways to kill them, he doesn't need to act on it. It's too troublesome
Licks you with his sandpaper tongue to groom you, but you have to remind him not to go overboard and lick your skin off your body.
Chipmunk - Hoseok
Hoards the treats you give him in a little box so he can enjoy them all with you later.
Often competing with Jin to see who has a better hoard, they both present them to you as a sign they want to court you.
Since he's only half chipmunk, he doesn't need to fully go into hibernation when winter comes, but he becomes incredibly lethargic and airy. So please take care of his little heart.
General world building
Humans and hybrids are separated by class: Cardinals and Primals.
Primals have co-existed alongside Cardinals since the very beginning. They’re an evolutionary branch of homosapiens called homobestia who didn’t lose their animalistic features during evolution.
Cardinals are, in a nutshell, the Apex predator. They all possess the gift of dominion, to conquer. A presence that instinctively makes a Primal want to submit to them.
Obviously, that pushed a lot of political narratives to where we are today
Primals are legally classified as sub-human and are treated as such in society, either as pets or even below homeless Cardinals.
Seoul is the one city that Primals have made their own, rising into power and driving the Cardinals out.
It's illegal to keep more than one Alpha in a home; it causes unnecessary complications and is just generally a bad idea.
Wandering Primals disguise themselves as Cardinals, some making the irreversible decision to cut off their animalistic features. This doesn't remove the nature that comes with them, though.
Cardinals who are exposed as Primals are subsequently put down.
About the boys
Since the 7 boys are all solitary alphas, it's incredibly hard for their instincts to fully settle down around one another. (like who tf is this predator/prey on MY turf cozying up with MY mate)
Jungkook, Jin, Tae, and Yoongi are nocturnal
Jimin, Namjoon, and Hoseok are diurnal
Since Yn has an at-home daytime job, the nighttime Primals are always trying to force themselves through the day just so they could spend time with her.
Oh boy, how to find a compromise that makes everyone happy…
I think it'd be funny to write a scene where yn is ovulating and it just puts everyone on edge but you have a period tracker app and ur just like "oh damn im ovulating....btw can yall smell that?"
It might trigger them into a rut. Ur literally announcing to the world 'IM FERTILE AND BREEDABLE RN'
I can’t believe I have to do actual research on animals and how they behave during mating season so its lore accurate
Mating/rut behaviours (All of them perform scent marking)
Jungkook
Hare ruts are scary (They call it the mad march madness???) It causes him to become extremely aggressive and want to fight everything in the vicinity. Others have to hold him back from chasing YN around the house.
Showing off a lot more than usual, in strength and stamina
Females are usually the ones initiating contact to ensue a chase, so perhaps a scene where YN unintentionally approaches him…
Creates a nest in his bed during pre-rut ("Kook what are you doing?" "You don't get it, (Y/N) my instincts are telling me this has to be perfect for you" "?")
Jin
are u so fr hamsters are FREAKS
I think you’d like to indulge in a little chase before getting captured by him, scenting you by biting into your neck while making little noises.
Apparently the female will attack the male if he doesn’t immediately gtfo and raises her children all on her own im dead what an icon
Namjoon
His heightened need to find a mate suppresses his hunger.
They endure long, harsh treks through the ice to find a mate….perhaps that's how he meets you?
No thoughts, head empty just mate…find mate…i can smell her…find mate…..
Jimin
He can taste you in the air, literally
Rubs his chin all over you to scent you
Prefers to have you lying on his chest when he fucks you from beneath
Dare I say, 2 penits
Unique litter name: clutch
Taehyung
Always making some sort of noise in the house to get your attention
Adopts Yoongi’s bad habit and digs claw marks all around your room
Rubs his cheek to yours (more often than usual)
Exhibits high levels of tolerance and restraint, allowing you to take the lead
Yoongi
Turns his room upside down to make a makeshift nest for you (The nest is basically screaming at you to ‘COME INCOME IN COME IN COME CIN’)
He needs you to stay in the nest for a few days before mating, so your scent can properly be bonded with him.
Rmb jungkook talking about 7 days a week? Make that 7 times an hour
Bites into your neck because his instincts tell him it’ll trigger your ovulation
Hoseok
The same behaviour as Jungkook, where he tries not to chase you around the house.
Flattens his ears and puffs up his tail when the other alphas are around you
Tries to scare them off with chirps and trills but compared to the predators, he's just a little rodent
Honestly there’s not a lot of difference with hare, hamster, and chipmunk behaviours, if anything it’s the same
Also just found out mid research that theres a species of mice that literally fuck until they die
⟡ Genre: SMUTTTTT🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥, yandere, dark fic, mafia au, angst, dead dove.
⟡ Warnings/tags: Explicit smut, really heavy dub-con, dom Yoongi, sub reader, fem reader, torture, death, gore, violence, drugs, Stockholm syndrome, mentions of abuse, actual abuse, hopelessness, manhandling (he treats u like a ragdoll), he def has an interesting way of showing he cares about u, u see him as ur saviour, reader goes insane highkey, ur kind of...always trying to seduce him..., penetrative sex, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, fingering, overstimulation, spitting, handcuff play, sadism, MASOCHISM READER IS A MASOCHIST, SO MUCH TEASING, edging, shoe grinding, physical punishment, body praise, body study, gunplay, minor petplay, brat, choking, mindbreak, possessive Yoongi, he's more interested in making you cum instead of himself
⟡ Summary: Having been captured and tortured by the mafia due to your deadbeat father's debt, you ended up being disposed of in the Han River.
Min Yoongi was the Ferryman for the mafia, the one in charge of cleaning up the bodies when they were disposed of. In the night, he found your floating body, looking a lot less bloated and fresher than the usual corpses he was so used to fishing out.
Oh.
You still have a pulse.
That's inconvenient.
⟡ WC: 7k~
⟡ SENSITIVE WARNING: The plot and actions in this story are purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only.
I do NOT support abusive/toxic relationships in real life. If you find yourself in a similar situation, please seek help. Take care
The world was unfair. You were aware of that. Forced to sit in a rotting chair surrounded by strangers dressed in black, encased in a concrete prison, bruises, cuts and blood covering your body.
All because of your father.
That pathetic son of a bitch ran away from home, saying something about going on a business trip. Little did you know that his absence left you next in line to be shackled by his measly 200,000-won debt that accumulated so much interest you nearly vomited on the spot when the men in black told you what he currently owed.
200,000 fucking won. The average loan agency sent people to houses to remind them, for worse, and your dad couldn’t pay that? He didn’t even ask you for help?
The organization he took the loan from was infamous around your parts; they ruled the underworld with an iron fist, and anybody with a double-digit IQ knew not to deal with them.
Your father clearly wasn’t one of them.
Blood dripped from your open mouth, your throat dry and pained with every breath you took from the amount of screaming they tore out of you. Nothing you did or said did anything; by the two-hour mark, you were already pleading for them to kill you, or whore you out to someplace in Southeast Asia. Anything for the pain to stop. But no matter how much you begged, screamed, bargained, the hell simply continued.
You didn’t have any immediate or even distant family that would help you, not even close friends, no one who wondered why you’d gone missing, why you hadn’t responded to their texts, having ostracized yourself to pick up after your father's shortcomings.
You looked at the man in front of you with hazy eyes, hiccupping and just letting the blood dribble from your mouth. He had a mask on, gloves, and a pair of bloodied metal pliers in his hands.
Hoseok, you think they called him.
Even with his face obscured, you could tell how relaxed he was, like it was another Tuesday for him. Gently announcing what he was going to do to you before he clamped the pliers shut on your pinkie, removing the tip of your finger with a sickening crunch.
The raw scream that tore out of you was guttural, bloody, hoarse, the kind you would only hear from a soldier in the middle of no-man's land.
As if you were letting go of a thin threat, your head dropped, body going limp as you felt yourself exhale one last breath.
And as nothing happened, he stood up, throwing the pliers on a metal tray with a loud clatter. “Namjoonie, I think she’s done.” Hoseok commented, yanking off his mask, “It’s a shame; she lasted so well too. Whatever, I had my fun.”
Fun.
The worst part of this was that they didn’t even have to torture you for this long; even when they found out you genuinely couldn’t pay the debt, they didn’t even agree to end it and just sell your organs. Instead, they just let this man mutilate you like a doll given to a five-year-old who didn’t know what the concept of preservation was.
After several hours of torture, your body finally decided to have mercy on you, finally putting you into a state of unconsciousness due to the shock.
The man they called Namjoon was sitting in a leather chair far away from the splash zone; he closed his book with a clap of the pages, setting it on the table beside him before glancing at the doe-eyed man who was tapping away at his phone.
“Jungkook-ah, take her out.” Jungkook shoved his phone into his pocket without a word and moved to untie you from the chair.
His gaze then shifted to the other man standing beside Jungkook. “Taehyung, help Hobi clean the room.” The addressed man rolled his eyes with an inaudible groan, taking a pair of black latex gloves from his pockets before slipping them on.
Jungkook threw you over his shoulder, your limp body hanging over him like a sack of potatoes.
He looked at you with mild pity, a feeling he’s gotten used to throwing away over time. It wasn’t like this was the first time he’d seen his Hyungs torture an innocent woman anyway.
In the dead of night, Jungkook and his men took you to a secluded area of the Han River, gently placing your body on the riverside before letting it drift. His Hyung would be there soon to collect your body anyway.
What he failed to notice, though, was the faint pulse that could only be heard by a doctor's stethoscope.
-
Yoongi held a cigarette to his lips, taking a drag, holding his breath to let the smoke sit in his lungs just a while longer before puffing it out. He rested his arms against the railing of his boat as he looked on into the bright city lights.
Namjoon told him there was going to be a body heading his way, so he waited patiently. Eyes peeled for any anomalies in the waters.
Just as he was about to call Jungkook regarding the body's whereabouts, something drifting down the river made him stop. It moved with the current as every body did, yet the longer he stared, the more certain he became that something about it was wrong.
Normally, the corpses that came to him were always facing down, back afloat.
But this time, he could make out the faint outline of a face.
He squinted his eyes, waiting as the body drifted into the net before instructing his crew to reel it up. He approached the net curiously, examining the body.
It was a fresh one, the skin barely showing signs of bloating via decomposition.
Yoongi had seen death thousands of times.
This one was different.
With a wave of his hand, the body was released from the net, falling onto his deck with a wet thud, and he cautiously approached it. He noticed the fragile build of the body and chuckled to himself.
A pretty one, he could tell despite the horrors Hoseok did to it. What a shame.
Hoseok was a freak. When he was feeling more pent up than usual, he preferred the shrill screams from a maiden to the gruff begging of a man.
With a gloved hand, he inspected the body, noting the way the skin was tender and soft as opposed to tight and bloated, pressing two fingers into the neck below the jaw, where the carotid artery was located.
………thump.
His hand recoiled as though the body had burned him, a deep furrow settling between his brows as his gaze lingered over it. After a moment's hesitation, he slipped off his gloves, exposing his fingertips to inspect it with nothing separating flesh from flesh.
The crew members watched on as he did, wondering if this line of work was as mentally deteriorating to him as it was to them.
…..thump…….thump…....thump….
An amused chuckle left his lips.
You still had a pulse.
That’s inconvenient.
Without another second to waste, he interlocked his fingers, placed the heel of one hand over the center of your chest, and began CPR.
Water is ejected from your lungs to the side as you struggle to breathe, incomprehensible pain flooding back to your nervous system as your body is slowly brought back to life.
You wanted to scream, but your throat was at its limit, and nothing ended up coming out.
Yoongi was astonished. He’s seen Hoseok’s torture sessions, and even he had to admit it was beyond psychopathic and just hours of the devil himself at work. For you to have survived that…it was… fascinating.
“Get Jin on site, NOW.”
-
You were fading in and out of consciousness when the head doctor of the organization was patching you up. It was the first time Yoongi had requested that he save someone, a victim of Hoseok’s no less. He even requested that this stay out of Namjoon’s ears, not wanting to deal with the scoldings for keeping a pet for himself.
Diffused sunlight lit up the upper room of the motel, flooding through the blinds and glass cubes that lined the walls. The sound of running water could be faintly heard.
You blinked once, then twice. Head shifting left and right to see the room you were in.
Were you dead?
Was heaven this…messy?
You attempted to sit up from the bed, bedsheets not even bothered to be hooked onto the corners as they wrinkled around you. A sharp pain ran up your stomach as your muscles contracted violently, forcing you back onto the hard mattress.
With shallow breaths, the pain slowly subsided. You lifted your aching arm to see your arm and hand fully wrapped up in bandages, some parts splotchy with dried blood.
Then your eyes trailed to the tip of your pinkie. Was it always this short?
Oh…right. Hoseok cut it off.
You felt your chest tightening, not from pain, but from an impending sadness that caused warm tears to stream down the sides of your face, tickling past your ears.
You let your arm fall back down with a thud, bouncing slightly against the mattress.
Why are you alive?
The sound of clanging that echoed from downstairs startled you, your head turning to the staircase to see a man with wavy black hair wearing a teal sukajan carrying a black duffel bag. He ran his fingers through his hair, and it didn’t seem like he noticed you yet.
He walked past you and tossed the duffel bag to the red couch; it looked and sounded heavy.
Lighting up a cigarette, he tossed the lighter onto the table that was cluttered with trash, bottles of alcohol, and an odd selection of blades.
He picked up a roll of gauze before walking leisurely towards you, his eyes finally meeting your open ones.
He paused for a slight second before continuing to approach you, “You’re up.” He stated.
Opening your mouth to speak, you realized your vocal cords had been completely blown out, a raspy squeak exiting instead of a response.
You nodded instead, eyes wary and lips quivering at the sight of this stranger who you had no idea had good intentions or not.
He pulled a wooden stool from beside the bed, squatting down on it before grabbing your arm, unwinding your blood-soaked bandages to reveal your gruesomely discoloured arms, splotches of purple, green, and yellow clouding what used to be perfect skin.
Your fingers twitched and curled at his harsh grip against your wrist, feeling like he was going to yank your arm right off.
He took a rag from the bucket beside you, wiping down your arms, getting rid of the dried blood that had accumulated.
He held down the end of the gauze with a thumb, efficiently and swiftly wrapping your arm with fresh bandages. His fingers curled around your wrist, and you realized that his pinkie happened to be shorter than the rest of his fingers as well.
Yoongi didn’t say a word, continuing to take occasional drags of his cigarette while he worked through your body, eventually reaching your torso.
He didn’t even hesitate when he took a knife from his back pocket, slipping it through your bandages and cutting away at it.
You struggled slightly, little noises escaping your throat as you tried to prevent him from exposing where you were most vulnerable.
His thumb pressed harshly into your stomach, right on the sweet spot where it hurt the most, and you shook your head, hands shooting up to clutch his arm.
“I’m surprised you still have the energy to fight back,” He says, digging his thumb an inch deeper before releasing you. “Then again, it’s because of that spirit you’re still alive.”
You gasp, finally allowed to breathe as he yanks his arm away from you.
“But I’m not more merciful than Death, so stop your bitching before I take it into my own hands.”
You nodded quickly, allowing him to cut open your bandages and clean your body with the cold water, the drastic change in temperature stiffening your nipples; you didn’t dare look at him, embarrassed by your natural bodily response.
Yoongi didn’t care; out of anyone in the world, he was the one who cared the least about the ' most vulnerable parts of the human body’ because when you’ve seen it once, you’ve seen it all.
But he did find it endearing how, despite the bruises on your face, your flush was still dusty and visible on your cheeks, the fingers that didn’t hurt bunching up the bedsheets beneath you.
“Sit up.” He instructed.
Having attempted to before his arrival, you shook your head, not wanting to experience that pain again.
His lack of reaction showed he wasn’t too interested in how much pain you were in, burrowing his hand under the back of your neck before forcing you up in one swift motion.
It was so fast that your body didn’t even have time to register the contractions of your muscles, only feeling the whiplash after you registered you were sitting up, a mild headache building.
You covered your exposed breasts, letting him wipe down your back before pulling out a bigger gauze, wrapping it around your torso and covering you back up.
He took out an orange and white bottle from his jacket pocket, placing it on the bed next to you.
“Antibiotics, morphine.” He stood up from the stool with a sigh and began to walk back down the stairs. “Take it every morning.”
You wanted to stop him, to ask him so many things, but you could barely even make out a whisper, and he seemed like he didn’t even want to talk to you.
You took the bottles and read the instructions, dropping one of each into your mouth and washing it down with a glass of water you assumed was placed on the nightstand with the intention of being drunk by you. Your fingers trembled lightly holding the glass, realizing that the concept of water now brought you fear instead of life.
Feeling fresher than when you were wrapped in old bandages, you allowed yourself to fall back asleep.
-
You awoke to footsteps walking up the stairs, realizing it was way past sundown when the hanging oriental lanterns emitted a bright, diffused glow.
Your body still ached, but thanks to the pills, it was a lot more manageable.
Testing out your voice with a few ahhs, you were glad that you were finally able to speak.
“...Um…” You let out.
Yoongi’s head turned to you, realizing there was now a new voice amongst his.
“T-thank you…for…everything.” You whispered, hoping he could hear you despite how quiet you were.
He didn’t respond, instead throwing a plastic bag onto the bed.
The smell permeated around you, the lovely scent of Shanghai fried noodles whetting your appetite with each inhale.
He tossed his jacket onto the couch before throwing himself on it, taking out his phone.
You felt awkward, like you had to say something, had to ask for permission to do anything.
But he was so far away, far enough that even you knew your voice wouldn’t reach him, so you opted to stand up, legs shaking as you tried to support yourself, bare-footed padding against the floor in the tiniest of steps to reach him.
You placed your hands onto the cushion of the couch, gently falling to your knees beside him, eyes looking glassy as you tried to get his attention.
Being this close, he smelled faintly of seawater, cologne, and tobacco, a dizzying smell that clouded your mind with inappropriate thoughts, feeling a deep-rooted gratitude to this man who you now knew was your saviour.
“Is that…” You started, turning to glance at the plastic bag on the bed, “...For me?”
He glanced at you for a split second before blinking back to his phone, “Nah, that’s my dinner.”
Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment upon realizing your assumption was wrong. Of course, he already did so much for you, so how selfish was it for you to assume his food was also yours?
Muttering an apology, you couldn’t peel your eyes away from him; how alluring he was, how relaxed he looked, how blunt his words and actions were, yet he was still taking care of you.
Realizing you were still staring at him, he tossed his phone aside, hands coming to run them through your hair before they slid down to hold your jaw.
“Did Hoseok’s torture make you lose your mind?” His grip tightens. “Staring at me like that, like I’m some deity.”
Your breathing hitched. How did he know about the torture?
Yoongi seemed to notice the hesitation in your breath, lips curling into a smirk. “Yeah, I’m gooood, good buddies with the guys that fucked you up this badly.”
He said that like he was testing you, waiting to see how you would respond, how you would crawl away pathetically after realizing he was just as bad as the men who did this to you, how he would end up disposing of you like he’s done with others so many times.
Your lips parted, but what left wasn’t a scream; it wasn’t pleading or begging him to let you go.
“Thank you.”
Yoongi’s eyebrows twitched, his hands now latched onto your throat, squeezing hard enough to make your mouth gape for air. “You think just because I’m taking care of you means I give a shit about you?”
Your eyes weren’t begging him to stop, and that’s what he hated most about this. He was so used to girls begging for their lives that he didn’t know what to do when they were just accepting the way he treated them.
Whether it was something you already nurtured deep inside or the side effects of the morphine, the grip around your neck felt so good. Your hooded eyes stared into his conflicted ones as you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter.
Yoongi's eyes drifted between your legs, where you had on a pair of his black boxer briefs. With a click of his tongue, he lifted you and threw you onto the couch beside him, a hand placed next to your head to pin you against the armrest.
Taking out a black 9mm from his back pocket, he pressed it against your barely clothed cunt, the pressure sending waves of pleasure through your entire nervous system.
You let out quiet whimpers, feeling the heavy muzzle press directly on your sensitive clit.
“I don’t know what kind of lobotomy Hoseok put you through, but,” His thumb lifted to flick off the safety, “If you couldn’t tell, I’m not a fan of being looked down on.”
Your hips squirmed against his gun, body twitching from the heightened sensitivity fueled by fear and excitement.
“You saved me.” You let out amongst a myriad of noises, “If you want to kill me, my life would’ve been yours anyway.”
Were you stupid? Or did Hoseok literally shove an icepick through your eye and hammer it straight through your brain with a mallet? Or maybe the trauma genuinely altered your brain chemistry?
With another click of his tongue, he flicked the safety back on, backing up from you before placing the gun on the table.
“I should’ve just harvested your organs instead, fuck.” He cursed, taking out a fresh cigarette and lighting it.
You were disappointed at the sudden release; why did he stop? Did he not like you? Were you not appealing enough for him? You wanted to be useful to him in any way to repay him; maybe you had to try harder.
The next few days were spent in rehabilitation. At first, you could manage only a few tentative steps from one side of the room to the other. Before long, those hesitant movements turned into steady strides, and eventually, you were able to walk without much difficulty.
The discolouration on your skin only got worse as the bruises healed, the scattered blood underneath your skin diffusing across your body before it fully dissipated.
It was a miracle you survived, and an even bigger miracle you recovered as fast as you did.
With each passing day, you attempted several different ways to seduce Min Yoongi: resting your head between his thighs, randomly sitting on his lap, wrapping your arms around his waist, sliding your hand down lower and lower, but he always stopped you before you reached too low, gently tugging your hands away from him.
Gently.
You hated it when he treated you gently; it felt wrong.
Unlike the way he treated you when you were at death's door, harshly and without a care in the world, he kept his hands to himself when you recovered.
What was his problem? Did he get off on hurting the incapacitated or something?
With each failed attempt, you only got more frustrated. He wouldn’t let you go outside or help him with his work. He’d always sleep through the mornings and come back incredibly late at night. He always kept you well fed, bringing home takeout that you had to eat by yourself because he claimed he’d already eaten earlier in the day.
He never had a day off, at least, not to your knowledge.
Yoongi never told you much about the organization, only that he was one of its executives, and the demands of the position left precious little time for you.
Does he not get pent up? Frustrated? You were here, ready and waiting for him to bed you, but it seemed like he had no interest in that sort of thing. But then why did he do that all those weeks ago, on the couch? Just to scare you?
He used to handle you so roughly. Now he barely touched you. Was this punishment for coming onto him?
…Should you piss him off?
Yoongi had come home late again, but tonight you stayed up to greet him when he returned, running down the stairs before tripping over your own feet, tumbling down the concrete steps without attempting to catch yourself.
Your shins, sides, arms, and head slammed into the sharp corners of the steps as you tumbled downward. It was almost comical how many times they managed to catch you, until one edge dug deep into your temple.
You were fading in and out of consciousness by the time you reached the bottom, trying to find Yoongi with clouded, wandering eyes. There was a ringing in your ears that got louder with every second that passed, worsening when you heard muffled footsteps approaching you.
What kind of face did he look at you with? Disdain? Pity? Disappointment? You wanted to know so bad.
Your pupils dilated when your vision gradually came back to you, showing you exactly what you were dying to see.
“Ah…” You sighed, lips curling into a crazed smile.
He regarded you with the same unreadable expression as always, his head tilting slightly, a familiar gesture you'd long since learned to associate with his irritation.
“’m sorry, Yoongi, slipped...” You slurred, attempting to push yourself off the ground.
With a sigh, Yoongi crouched down, his fingers threading through your hair to lift your head, the excessive tug causing your headache to worsen.
Your pulse spiked.
"...I don't get it." His voice came out low and rough. "Are you really that pent-up? Just some desperate whore who wants to get hurt?"
The degradation settled deep beneath your skin, each word sinking in before blooming into a slow, burning heat that coiled in the pit of your stomach.
“What makes you think I’m even into that bullshit?” He scoffed, yanking your head slightly for a response.
“Answer me, pet.”
Your breathing shallowed as you relished the feeling of his hand in your hair, his words hitting you deeper and deeper.
You held back your tongue, wanting to see how much further you could push him,
“You keep tempting me, expecting me to fall for shallow taunts.” He pressed the top of his shoe against your heat, encouraging you to grind against it, and you happily accept, wrapping your hands around his leg.
“If I knew you were such a masochistic slut I would’ve sent you back to Hoseok long ago.” Your thighs twitched, contracting around his ankles. “Is that what you want, hm?” You shook your head side to side the best you could without accidentally knocking yourself out.
“N-no, he scares me,” You pleaded, pressing yourself against his shoe like a bitch in heat.
“And I don’t?” He laughs darkly, almost offended.
“Can’t say I’m too happy to hear that.”
His hand tightens into your hair, dragging you back up the stairs with little regard for the way your body stumbles after him. When he finally lets go, he throws you onto the bed, the impact sending a sharp tremor through you as pain blooms from the force of the fall.
“I'll be honest,” he says lazily, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it onto the chair nearby. “I suppose I am into that sort of thing.”
He leans closer, planting his palms on both sides of your hips, caging you in with a smile that feels far too amused.
“But you?” His gaze drifts over you, almost condescendingly. “No, I don’t think you deserve to be hurt the way I like it.”
The way I like it.
Those words nearly made you cum right where you sat, salivating at what that might’ve entailed, what he had in store for you if you just used the right words.
“But-” You swallow, refusing to look away. “I did what I had to do to get you to look at me again.”
He shakes his head, disbelief flickering across his face. “You willingly threw yourself down the stairs because you missed the way I treated you when you were hurt?” A quiet laugh leaves him as he tilts his head.
“Is that really what you thought of me?”
He cups your face, his touch almost gentle compared to the accusation in his voice.
“You’re too good for me, sweetheart. You really thought I was that shallow? That I’d only care about you when you were fragile enough to need me?”
Just as you were about to apologize, his fingers pressed into the tender bruise on your hip, one that had only just begun to form thanks to your earlier stunt.
A sharp breath escaped you, your expression twisting before you could mask it.
“You’re right.”
If Yoongi wanted to see the worst parts of you, then you would give him something worth looking at. You leaned closer, taking his bottom lip between your teeth and biting down hard enough to draw blood.
His eyebrows furrowed slightly, caught off guard by the sudden display of defiance, before his fingers curled around your throat again, those long-awaited hands that had once brought you life now held it hostage once more.
He pressed his knee against your cunt, your hips bucking to stimulate yourself against him while riding the high of asphyxiation.
“So fucking greedy…” He growled, loosening his grip upon feeling your body start to limp. Blood flowed back into your brain in a euphoric rush that had you drifting on cloud nine.
His grip tightened again, one of his hands sliding down to lightly trace his fingers against your neck, your ribs, your stomach, then your inner thigh, making you twitch and gasp with every movement.
“Never seen a bitch as sensitive as you.” He chuckles, intrigued that your body was still capable of reacting despite your mind being in another plane of existence.
His fingers reach into your underwear, immediately feeling your wet slick coat his fingers before taking it out and holding it to your lips.
“Open.”
Your lips parted, and he shoved two fingers into your mouth, letting you taste yourself with his long, rough fingers.
Your tongue felt soft and warm, a sensation that made him spiral for just a second before recomposing himself, taking his fingers out before the hand around your throat squeezed your mouth open instead.
He spat into your mouth, and you quickly swallowed, eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head as you adored his taste mixed with yours.
“Fuck…” His tongue poked the inside of his cheek, hands returning to your pussy, and he plunged two fingers inside, not even bothering to prep you.
The sudden entrance made your eyes squeeze shut in pain, loving the way it stung as his fingers scissored and stretched you out.
“Wow, you're actually enjoying this, huh?” He mocks, pace quickening, fingers curling to press against the spot that sent you to the stars.
Your warm and soft insides clenched around his fingers, the frequency rising nearly past the edge before he quickly takes his fingers out, causing your eyes to snap open in shock.
Just as you were about to reach your orgasm, Yoongi stole it from you in an instant, your walls now clenching around nothing.
“W-why did you?-" Before you realized it, your head had turned the other way, a burning, stinging sensation left on your right cheek.
Yoongi had slapped you.
With the hand that struck you across the face, he grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him.
His head tilted, “Who said you could cum?”
Tears fell from your glassy eyes, guilt welling up in your chest, “...I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please can I cum Yoongi? Please let me cum…!” You begged pathetically, the temporary freedom of accumulated stress the past weeks teetering on the edge.
“You wanna cum?” He sat up from the bed, fingers hooking onto the handle of his nightstand drawer before pulling it, digging his hand through the contents before pulling out a glint of metal that clattered against each other.
Handcuffs.
He took your wrists, bringing them together before hooking the chain behind the metal poles of the headrest.
You could only stare at him in confusion, wondering what he had in store for you, impatiently squirming your hips. The sudden lack of stimulation was driving you to insanity.
He sat at the edge of the bed before flicking his head up, “If you can cum without my help, I'll reward you.”
You looked at him in shock. How were you supposed to cum with your hands out of commission?
Not wanting to piss him off to the point he just decides to leave, you pressed your thighs together, desperately trying to create a pleasurable friction to the best of your abilities.
Seconds turned to long minutes, with you trying every position you were capable of putting yourself in to try and orgasm.
By the time you decided to give up, you were in tears, face down, ass up as you panted in frustration. Skin tacky from sweat and tears.
Yoongi had watched the entire thing, start to finish, his eyes never left your figure, not even when Namjoon called to assign him another task. Responding to his boss casually as you attempted to get yourself off.
“Yoongi…Please…” You sobbed, “What am I supposed to do? I can't do it, I can't do anything, please help me, I need you…”
Ah, this was it. Your cries for help were exactly what Yoongi had been waiting for. The way you looked now, helpless, vulnerable, reduced to the frightened little thing that had first woken up in his bed, trembling like a cornered mouse, was far more satisfying than any struggle you could have put up.
Min Yoongi wasn't the type of man to chase after Earthly pleasures, but if there was one thing he got off to, it was when people were at the lowest of the low, completely abandoned by the world and helpless, relinquishing their entire being to him and him only. Obviously it couldn't be just anyone. No, that was too easy.
You were the first girl he'd ever seen with the physical constitution of a marine, but the survival instincts of an unshelled peanut. The contradiction fascinated him. You could withstand more than most people ever should, yet possessed an almost self-destructive inability to protect yourself, making you the perfect plaything in his eyes, a toy crafted from the sturdiest material, one resilient enough to endure even the roughest handling without breaking.
He needed you to need him at your lowest, a specimen as resilient as you, crumbling with just a touch of his fingers; the thought of it nearly made him orgasm dry on the spot.
He could feel his cock twitch in his jeans, seeing the way your frustrated tears soaked into his bedsheets, his hand coming up to wipe a thumb under your eye.
“See? You can't do anything without me,” He cooed, retracting his hand to rest on your ass before bringing it down to deliver a sharp blow, pulling a strained moan from your lips.
“You need me now, don't you?”
He spanked you again, causing your wrists to pull on the cuffs, the edges digging into your wrists.
“Yes…yes…’m sorry…I was wrong…need you so bad…” You felt your ass heat up with each smack, a warm, stinging sensation blossoming over your cheeks. With one final hit, Yoongi's hand remained to spread and massage your swollen behind.
If you weren't already soaked before, you were a sopping mess now, Yoongi having dragged his thumb against your clothed heat to collect your arousal.
“You can't cum without me?” He tugged his boxers off you, several thinning strings of your slick parting with the fabric.
You wiggled your ass slightly, toes curling when the cold air finally met your exposed cunt.
“Mmn!..Yes! Need you to make me cum, Yoongi—please, I've been so good for you, haven't I?” You begged, fumbling with your words in a desperate attempt to get them out.
Good wasn't exactly the best word Yoongi would call you, a desperate bitch needing to be bred more so. But he didn't need to tell you that, right? The way your insides clenched around nothing, your face a hot, tear-stained mess, and your legs, begging to be spread open by his hands were all he needed to see.
With a harsh grip, Yoongi had flipped you over onto your back. He'd normally avoid looking at a broad face. He couldn't stand making eye contact with someone in an intimate setting for that long; it creeped him out. But your eyes were different. They gazed upon him with indescribable raw pleasure, alluring him in a way he wanted to see them roll to the stars and watch life fade away from them when he had his hands wrapped around you.
You hiccupped and sniffled, knees pressed together with your legs in the air, perfect for Yoongi to slip his hands between your inner thighs and pry them open. A single hand worked himself out of his jeans while the other went up to tug your hair at the base of its roots.
The headache returned, making you squirm and whine, but you were powerless to stop him. You were right where you wanted to be.
His thumb pressed against your puffy clit, the touch sparking thousands of nerves to set alight all at once; never once had you ever felt so sensitive before.
And for the reward you had waited so long for, you finally felt his tip kiss your entrance, inching it in before taking it out again. The slow movement nearly made you go insane if you hadn't already; not only was this prepping you so you wouldn't be able to feel the sting when he finally bottoms out, but he would purposely press against the top of your insides where you were most sensitive.
This wasn't enough, God, it wasn't enough. You needed him so deep inside you you wouldn't have to think about everything that's happened, everything that led up to this point. Yoongi was your God that saved you from your hell, and you would be more than delighted to relinquish your womb to him.
A perfect home for his babies.
As if he was reading your mind, Yoongi narrowed his eyes in contempt, “You're thinking about something nasty, aren't you?” He leaned down, breath light and airy against your ears, his tongue darted out to graze the shell. His cock sank deeper with each teasing thrust.
“Tell me what you want.”
You flinched but didn't flee, hands tangling themselves into his hair to give an encouraging tug. An action that rouses a perverse groan from him.
“Breed…” You gasped, “I want to be bred…I want to be hurt the way you like it, please Yoongi..!”
You poor, pathetic little thing, you didn’t even know what you were asking for with such a sweet voice. Pain, pleasure, mingled together to create a paradise for you and Yoongi alone.
In an instant, Yoongi snapped his hips to yours, a hiss escaping through his teeth when he felt how tight you clench around him. The ringing in your ears intensified by the force with which he pounded into you.
Thrust after thrust after thrust brought a wave of pleasure you could practically taste on your tongue. Your insides were practically made for his cock, sure to remember each and every vein that lined him.
His fingers pressed against your carotid arteries, cutting off the blood flow to your brain. How ironic that the very hand meant to confirm you were still alive was reducing your thoughts to a dizzy, oxygen-starved haze, well, not that you had many productive thoughts to begin with.
Your lips formed to the shape of an O when the endorphins flooded your system, nails digging into the palm of your hands, the pain of the cuffs now long forgotten.
If you thought Yoongi’s slender build presented him as someone who didn’t have strength or stamina, you were dead wrong. Underneath the jackets and button-ups he wore were hidden plump muscles you were sure were built as a result of his work. The ease with which he tossed you around, as though your weight were little more than an inconvenience, was proof enough that his performance in bed was just as good.
The sloppy noises of balls to cheek echoed in his room. A mix of your moans and his growls played like a symphony in your ears.
With the restricted blood flow, your vision began to fade. Yoongi would be guilty if he said he didn’t give a fuck and continued to choke the life out of you, but you were the one who begged for this, so who was he to hold back on your pleas?
Your brain had finally reached its limits, fading to unconsciousness as your body went limp. Yoongi waited a few more seconds before finally releasing his grip, his pace never faltering for a second.
He knew what people like you wanted: to wake up with his dick reaching the deepest parts of you, confused and high out of your mind from the way he forced out all the chemicals in your brain.
Even while you were unconscious, your serene face looked so pretty, fucked out and vulnerable for him. How perfect your breasts bounced with each thrust. What did he do to deserve such a perfect toy? All he ever did was dispose of the dead who fell into his brother's hands, maybe a couple more, and he could resintill the fear he held over you. He couldn’t wait to show you off to the others, couldn’t wait to see the terror on your face when he tells Hoseok he can have his way with you.
When your brain finally had a functioning amount of blood returned, so did your consciousness. You hadn’t realized you passed out, the fog evident in your eyes as you tried to figure out what the hell just happened.
“Yoo…Yoon…gi..” Your voice called to him, raspy, dry. Having avoided water unless Yoongi forced you to drink was not the brightest idea. You realized that just now.
“Good morning, Princess.” In the midst of your confusion, he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, tongue intruding past your lips to tangle with yours.
His words and kiss caught you off guard. It was sweet, soft, a stark contrast to how vigorously he fucked you, pulling a myriad of cute, messy noises from your reddened lips. Just how many ways could this man take your breath away?
“Wanna cum…!” A tight knot formed in your core, sore and bruised. You knew better than to cum without permission, not wanting a repeat of the deprivation he put you through. “Yoongi…please? May I?” You mewled into his mouth, legs wrapped around his hips.
“Cum for me.” He groaned with a chuckle, parting from your yearning lips. “You did well, sweetheart.”
His praise seeped into your bones. It was so simple, yet it was like a breath of fresh air in the fog of ecstasy.
You tipped over the edge, insides clenching hard around him as you came all over his cock. His teeth sank into his lips as he bottomed out, tip kissing your cervix as he released directly into your womb.
By now, the both of you were flushed and overheated, the room carrying the remnants of a decision Yoongi probably should have thought through more carefully. He should have taken the time to strip himself of the unnecessary layers, but patience had never been one of his virtues. Waiting was simply not in his nature when something he wanted was already within reach.
He kept your hips pulled firmly against him, his hands tracing upward as though to offer a moment of tenderness, only for his fingers to drift to your cheek and deliver a light, mocking slap instead, meant to drag you back to reality.
“You belong to me.” The smallest hint of satisfaction crossed his face, not cruel, but something far more disturbing, the peaceful certainty of someone who had claimed the world. “All of you.”
You could only purr at his words, pussy aching and satisfied.
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