āŗ Pairing:Ā Hybrid!Yoongi & Timid!Reader
āŗ Genres: Hybrid, Fluff, Angst, Adventure
āŗ Rating: PG15 (This could change.)
āŗ Warnings:Ā Trust Issues, Hybrid Issues, Society Issues,Ā Gangs, Fighting, Mild, Violence, Injuries, Blood, Mental Health Issues, Anxiety, Insecurities, PSTD, Night Terrors, Mentions of Trauma, Police, Social Anxiety. Please Read At Your Own Discretion.
āŗ Banner: Thank you so much @dee-ehnā for this fabulousĀ banner!
āŗĀ Beta Read: by the lovely @jinned Youāre an angel! (Thank you to @hobiance & @joonsrackā for helping with the summary. Youāre both godsends.)
āŗĀ Cowritten: by myself and the ever so talented Alexa @mintedmangoā.
āŗ Summary:Ā The Support System. A program designed to offer help to those in need through the form of a dependable hybrid. You donāt have much faith in it, especially when a no nonsense cat-man shows up at your door looking like he was plucked from the streets. Gone are the days of solitude that once filled your dreary home, peace and quiet making way for the lawless enigma known as Min Yoongi. Little do you know that a healthy dose of adventure by his side might be just what you need.
āŗ Alexaās Author Note:Ā I just want to say first and foremost, I am really appreciative of Beau - @mindays - for wanting to collab on this really creative piece! Beau had originally wanted me to work on this for a commission but after me not being able to work through my mental roadblocks, Beau asked me if we could work on this TOGETHER - which shows me a lot of his character that I admire and adore about him. āSupport Systemā is a mashup of everything I love: hybrids, anxious thoughts, and pining for the one who holds your heart. Now, on to my second point: my dear friend who is presenting to you here on this day: BEAU! Beau has been a support in the writing community for a long time and has been in my corner as long as Iāve known him. I donāt think I could imagine my life without my shining star of a friend to help guide me and comfort me when I need it most.Ā
This past year has been hard and Beau has been there to pick me up, dust me off, and tell me Iām doing a great job. I feel like not enough writers (and in general content creators) donāt hear enough. So, my dear friend whom I shall never do enough with just my words, you are doing a nice job, keep going. You are such a brilliant, talented, thoughtful, level-headed, and compassionate person that I am honored I know on a personal level. I may even be so bold to say I love you. You are such a big part of my life and Iām truly grateful to have met you. My final thoughts are this: (to all my followers, readers, and friends) even though I wonāt be on this platform or my blog anymore for a multitude of personal reasons, I am still grateful and happy I got to write stories with/ for/ because of you. I can say nothing more but a very polite thank you. I hope you all will support the content creatorās works you enjoy in the future and I wish you all lots of love and happiness in the future! I hope you all enjoy āSupport Systemā and you will continue to sing Beauās praises because he deserves nothing less!Ā
āŗĀ Beauās Author Note: (Insert me crying at Alexaās note) Ahem. To be able to work on a story with one of my dearest friends and someone who I have admired for SO long as an author is still wild to me. Thank you for putting up with my endless ideas and questions, giving me so much advice and being such a sweetheart. This is hard because youāre leaving soon, but Iām honored that we were able to work on this together and post it before so. You have all my love for now and always, Alexa.
I hope our readers can enjoy this writing that we both have spent much time crafting and discussing together. Thank you and as always please do leave feedback and show Alexa love. Enjoy!
A sigh of frustration leaves Yoongiās lips, floating into the cold night air in a quick, wispy fog. He hates scaling fences. Itās not that he canāt or wonāt, just out of laziness he doesnāt like to. Yoongiās yellow eyes rake over the rusted building behind the nine foot chain link metal. His long blonde tail twitches behind him as his ears perk up, scanning around his head, swiveling and scanning for any approaching noises.Ā
Nothing but the usual city sounds on this chilly autumn night, but he can hear those bastards inside, laughing and giggling like children. Were they that happy because they raided his gangās hideout and stole all their money they have been scraping together? A low, quiet growl vibrates in his throat as he curls his upper lip in thought.Ā
The junkyard where those devil dogs are hiding is about to be in for a rude awakening, he thinks as he rolls his neck from side to side. His yellow eyes turn into slits as he tests his pride and joy - his long nails - feeling the sharpened point of his claws on his leather jacket as he expels a steady breath into the dark night as he quietly climbs the fence.
He lands almost silently on the other side of the fence, the dirt and gravel barely crunching beneath his beat-up sneakers as he continues to slink his way up to the building.
Yoongi was by far the best hunter in the colony he grew up in despite his small stature and it certainly carried through his young adult life. Though he lacked bulk and speed like the other males, he was stealthy, quiet, and excellent at observing - whether that be his prey or opponent. What he lacked with his physical body, he made up with his always working mind. Yoongi was always great about picking up on peopleās habits, abilities, and limits; he was a master when it comes to pin-pointing weaknesses and strengths.Ā
They say house cats are the most useless hybrid types or animals because they are so common, but Yoongi begs to differ. They just havenāt met him.Ā