Summary: Becoming a best selling thriller author? Part of the plan. Living in the city and isolating yourself from everyone? Part of the plan. Inheriting your late uncles home in the woods, his sassy assistant and fortune after he died mysteriously? Not part of the plan. Oh, and he failed to mention the 7 'surprises' he left you as well. And come to think of it... was his death an accident? Or is your imagination going wild again?
Choose your own adventure: The vampires' little mate reincarnated
The vampires’ little mate reincarnated - chapter 2
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Previous winning choice in chapter 1:
Yoongi
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You’re laying in your bed, on your back with your eyes glued in the direction of the ceiling, exhausted from this day that forced you into a world of new information that you weren’t expecting to learn when you left the orphanage.
Solar was very kind as she showed you a set of clothes to change into after the bath, and Bo-young, who was tasked with being your lady-in-waiting, entertained you with simple conversations that made you smile as she dried your hair for the night.
It felt very weird to suddenly have someone asking you if everything was to your liking, if you needed anything from her, but she was so gentle and smiled so sweetly that it was also kind of comforting to you, who was uprooted from one place before being planted into another.
You’re unsure at first if you heard well, the silent squeaking of a door opening and closing having you sit up instantly, body on edge and mind confused.
The complete darkness that surrounds you is so overwhelming that you don’t even think to turn on the lamp by your side of the bed, you haven’t even realized yet that it’s possible to charge your phone, the lamp settled on your bedside table plugged into the wall just like any electric devices would require.
“Have no fear, sweet mate, I’m not here to cause you harm. I only hoped to see your face again before going to bed. May I?”.
This voice… you recognize it, the husky tone of it giving you the image of the black haired vampire with the feline eyes, it has your guts fluttering softly as you nod your head sheepishly. It will probably always be a weird concept for you, to know that they can see you in the dark while you are left completely blind.
The bed dips at your side before a nice, earthy smell follows and you feel a hand gently lower you on your back before the vampire sighs in contentment, his eyes settled on your face and his soul already settling down, because you’re finally here, you’re not running away from them, nor are you scared.
“So long did we dream of this moment... before you were born… we had locked the door, unable to face the outside world again. We knew that word had spread of our mate’s rejection and it hurt so much to feel her get further and further away from us. When the bond fully died… there was no reason for us to step foot outside anymore”.
You listen in silence, your brows meeting in the middle while your heart aches, you always found that story heartbreaking, it felt so… personal for some reason, and now that you know why, it hurts even more.
It must have been hard for your past life self to leave them the way she did, her fear must have been very strong, stronger than the love that you can currently feel emanating from the vampire by your side.
“But then we felt this sudden tickle, and the bond flared back to life, like a blessing. We were there when you left the hospital as a newborn, when you were brought to the orphanage, we tried to be there for you for every steps that you would make while also keeping a reasonable distance. Scaring you was the last thing that we wanted, once was enough”.
The vampire brings a tentative hand to your waist, he slides it all the way up to your shoulder, jaw, then cheek, the freshness of his skin making you lean in closer, he doesn’t feel cold, it’s nice.
“How do you feel, Y/N? Being here… I’m aware that we didn’t make the transition as smooth as it could’ve been, we were so impatient to have you back with us that we did not take your perspective into consideration. Was Bo-young kind with you? Was there anything you found lacking?”.
You shake your head slowly, the hand still rested against your cheek warming up as it caresses your skin, you could bask in this feeling forever, you're sure he would too.
“It’s a little hard to swallow the reincarnation, I won’t lie, but I’m fine, I promise. Bo-young is very kind, as is Solar, they took good care of me. May I ask a question of my own? None of you told me your names, so while I do recognize the voice… it is a bit unsettling to not know what to call you”.
A deep hum, and the body shifts a little closer to feel more of your warmth, the breath that you can feel against your nose speaking of your closeness, it makes your cheeks turn a tone warmer, what must you look like right now in his eyes?
“Yoongi. My name is Yoongi, sweet mate. The others will introduce themselves when the time comes, most likely tomorrow when we meet up for breakfast in the dining room. I could take you there myself, if you want”.
The answer makes his breath flow against your face, it smells fresh, not quite like mint but something similar, it’s unfair that vampires get to be perfect even down to the way they smell. You found that Bo-young smelled very sweet and pleasant earlier, and the same goes for the tall vampire that greeted you first when you entered the room where all seven lords awaited, his scent was musky and warm… like a campfire.
“That would be very kind of you, Yoongi” you murmur in answer, and he closes his eyes at the sound of his name spoken with your voice, it makes his heart stutter and his soul blush, he wants to hear it again, and again.
“Say my name again” he asks, husky voice almost desperate as he holds you closer, your chests now pressed together, the more he holds and the less he can let go.
That must be why Namjoon recommended against it, but Yoongi couldn’t resist you, not when knowing that you were so close to his quarters.
“Yoongi”.
“Again”.
“... Yoongi”.
“Again, please”.
From the way he holds you tighter to the way his voice turns emotional, you decide to keep saying his name for as many times as he requires, your voice turning silent only when you finally fall asleep in his arms, his eyes not leaving your face even as he blinks the wetness away.
You truly are here. It is so hard to believe, and yet the truth is right here, between his hands.
Yoongi kisses your forehead gently, then whispers sweet words of love before closing his eyes as well, his heart finally knowing a peace that hadn’t dared to visit him until now.
He will take the scolding tomorrow, but for now… he wants to memorize the feeling of your body so that he never forgets it, not even when he floats away into the many dreamlands that exist in the deepest part of his soul.
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Who greets you first in the dining room for breakfast? Whose lap do you end up sitting on?
Summary: You had always been his, and no one could take you away from him. Idol!AU
Warnings: Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Slight age gap, Murder intention, Mention of death, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.
A/N: you know what, Kim Seokjin just hits different to me. I miss him and I’m taking u all down with me in my I-miss-u-jin-era.
Hiraeth I
After you got over your initial shock in which you thoughtlessly swung your fist to his handsome face, you found yourself sheepishly walking to the kitchen where you could hear him moving. He looked up as soon as you entered the room, one side of his bruised lips tilted up. He watched you moved with a secretive smile on his face that you so badly wanted to erase. Jin looked like he was thoroughly enjoying this. You couldn’t help but notice how much he changed. He matured, no longer the young man who had soft cheeks and undefined body. Instead, your eyes roamed over his sharp features and his muscular back that couldn’t be hidden by his shirt. In front of you was a man who was confident. And you didn’t know how to handle him.
You didn’t know how to handle him when in the first place, you thought you would never see him again, not after you ran from him. Not after he begged you to come back.
“What are you doing here?” You finally asked after enough time had passed and he was still looking at you as though he was waiting for you to crack. And you did. You could’t take his heavy eyes, couldn’t take the silence as he watched you.
Was he this insufferable when you were younger?
Were you just too blind to see him for how he really was?
Additionally…was he this beautiful when you were younger? Or was time just unfairly favorable to him?
He gestured to the noodles he was stirring. “I’m cooking us breakfast, princess.”
His old name for you hindered you from reacting quickly. You blinked owlishly, memories of him calling you that playing in flashback.
“Yes….but why here?”
He turned off the stove leisurely as if his answer wouldn’t rattle your whole world before leaning his body on the counter, his eyes focused on yours. “Where else would I be? I live here.”
“What? B-but, your mother- she didn’t tell me…”
He shrugged, busying himself with plating the food and bringing it to the simple yet elegant dining table. “Do I make you uncomfortable?” He asked in a nonchalant voice, his movements precise and calm.
When you didn’t answer, he tilted his head to the side, his hand inside his pocket as he stalked slowly to where you were standing near the door. If he noticed how you seemed to be one push away from running, he didn’t comment. Instead, there he was, his tall form towering over you. “Do I make you nervous, princess?”
“J-Jin-“
“Tsk,” he shook his head, his dark, unfathomable eyes focused on yours. His hair was pushed back from his forehead, giving him that regal look you always thought he possessed. “What happened to ‘Oppa’?” He asked in what one would thought of as a sincere question, but the mocking glint in his eyes could not fool you.
“I-I don’t-“
“Hmm? You don’t what?” He whispered sweetly, his fingers stroking your hair. He was transfixed with the way time changed you. Yet, he hated how he wasn’t there to experience growing up with you because you took yourself away from his grasp. But no more. He took a deep breath to calm the demons in him, before flashing you his usual, carefree smile.
“Do I still affect you, princess?”
“N-no!”
Jin regarded you for a moment too long, his eyes sparkling with something akin to mischief and danger. “Perfect,” he beamed at you before pulling your wrist to the dining table. “There’s no reason for you not to stay here, then. Come on, let’s eat.”
Despite him acting as though no years passed between the two of you, you simply couldn’t. You could feel the weight of seeing him in person sitting heavily on your shoulders, could hear the unspoken words no one had the strength and courage to say, could feel the guilt and anguish in your heart.
“So,” you began, your eyes focused on the chopsticks in your hand. “H-how have you been, Seokjin?”
He scoffed, his dark eyes boring on yours. “Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?”
“It’s just that…it’s been so long.”
“And whose fault is that,” he stated tonelessly, his large hand closing to a fist before calming himself down. He needed to remind himself that he had you now, that he wasn’t going to lose you this time.
He had to remind himself that he needed to forgive you if he wanted a clean start with you.
“Never mind,” you sighed, clearly discouraged with his response. What did you expect? You practically ghosted him the moment your turned eighteen, turning your back on your closest childhood friend, to your remaining family just because you were in pain.
Perhaps, you should acknowledge that you hurt him in the process of healing yourself. You didn’t know if you wanted to fix the ruined relationship between the two of you, didn’t know if you could redeem yourself. You had so much buried feelings that you didn’t know if this was worth it.
You quietly ate your food, already internally planning your living situation. You would sort out your living situation today. You could not live with Jin, not when he made you feel things you thought you had long killed. You could not-
“I’m sorry.”
You blinked owlishly as you looked up at the man sitting in front of you. Your astonished and lost expression softened his resolve, it melted his anger.
Only you could silence the dark thoughts in his head. Ironically, you were the reason why the demons in his mind were born.
“I shouldn’t have said that. You were just trying your best to heal the way you know how. It’s okay,” Jin stated, his eyes trained on you, willing you to see his sincerity. Except that it wasn’t okay you left. Yet, he knew it was the best for you despite it destroying him so monumental it took him years to feel normal.
Should you leave him again, he knew the carefully reconstructed sanity of his will tumble down.
“I’m just sorry you had to do it all alone,” he whispered sadly.
Aside from your therapist, you had never spoken about this with anyone. To you, it was something so tragic that saying it would make you relive the pain, loneliness and desperation it caused you. This was the first time in almost a decade that someone acknowledged your pain, you strength, and the sacrifices made along the way.
“But princess,” he continued, his hand reaching across the table to clasp yours. And once he did, he felt peace the moment he was able to touch you. “You don’t have to be alone. Not anymore.”
It was an hour later when you emerge to the living room where Jin was drying his hair. His movements slowed down when he saw you after you ran once again from him. After he said that you didn’t have to be alone, you walked to the bedroom without a word. You didn’t know how to handle your emotions, and the only way you knew how was to run.
And so ran, you did.
He raised his dark eyebrows at you when you didn’t say anything. “Going somewhere?”
You nodded, looking anywhere but him. Was he always this handsome even when had just showered? Was this fair? You looked like a drenched cat when you finished showering, and yet he looked like he was shooting a commercial.
“D-do you know where the nearest bus stop is?”
He nodded, “It’s more than an hour away.”
“What about taxi?”
He blinked innocently, “This is an exclusive neighborhood, princess. Taxis are not allowed here,” he shared in a thoughtful manner.
You swore under your breath. You had grown up in Korea, but you lived your whole adult life in abroad that you were no longer confident with yourself here. You were so certain that you would get lost.
He watched you with a smirk in his face, “You can borrow one of my cars,” he offered with an innocent look on his face.
“I don’t know how to drive.”
He knew that.
“In that case,” he sighed as he stood up, stretching his hands upwards. You didn’t even have it in you to not look at his toned abs, didn’t have it in you to look away from his leaned, yet muscular arms. Jin smiled innocently at you when he noticed your wandering eyes.
“In that case, I need to drive you,” Jin shook his head slowly as though he was burdened by this when the truth was that this was his plan all along.
Jin sat patiently at the hotel lobby, his legs spread out. He was smiling indulgently as you walked near him with a defeated expression in your face. Jin was wearing a black cap to hide his identity, and besides that, an inconspicuous bodyguard was trailing after the two of you at Jin’s command. He wouldn’t risk his princess, after all.
He looked up at you as you stood in front of him, your expression confused and tired as you informed him that there was no available room. This was the seventh hotel you went to, and so far your plan hadn’t been successful.
“So?”
You shook your head, clearly apparent that you wouldn’t move out today. You were stuck. And you loathed depending on anyone, more so you hated depending on him again just like when you were younger. Just like when he would always take care of you, regardless if he was reluctant or not. You became overly independent when you moved away from everyone. It was a thing that your therapist was still trying to resolve. However, you just couldn’t let yourself depend on anyone on anything ever gain for the fear that one day, they might leave you alone too.
“I’ll just stay in a motel-“
Jin stood up, his proximity effectively cutting you off. He tilted your chin up, his eyes serious. “I’m not making you leave, princess. You can stay with me as long as you want,” he offered with a sincere smile in his face when all he wanted to say was that your place was beside him, and it should have been the case since the beginning if only he didn’t lose control. He could see the battle in your eyes, the weariness and the stubbornness to not to give in to him was apparent. You needed a nudge.
You entered the quaint restaurant, your eyes roaming around the area as you waited for Jin. He dropped you off in front before parking his car. The restaurant had a homey vibes to it. Sunlight was freely flowing to the room, and the windows were open which allowed the customers to feel the pleasant breeze. You could see customers enjoying their food and talking animatedly with the other- more so the one group on your right who had their heads bowed down, too engrossed with their food while talking and laughing among themselves. You felt a hand on the small of your back. You looked behind you to see Seokjin smiling at you with his cap still on. He was guiding you in when you heard the sound of utensils falling on the floor. You looked to your right where the group of men were eating and realization dawned upon you.
Jungkook’s eyes were the first ones you met. His doe eyes were even bigger from shock, his mouth agape with his chopstick suspended in the air. Beside him was Taehyung who looked at you and Jin with knowing eyes before smiling that rectangular smile of his. Jimin and Hoseok both looked at you in surprised.
“H-hyung?” Jungkook called Jin with confusion in his face as he looked down at Jin’s hand on you. He had never seen his hyung touched someone from another gender willingly. To be honest, Seokjin didn’t care much about anyone outside the members and his own family. Seeing him looking at you with too much emotion in his otherwise emotionless eyes made all of them curious about who you were.
Jin sighed before looking at his members. “You’re all here. Again.”
“We were starving…” the man you recognized as the leader explained sheepishly. He turned to look at you before smiling, “Hi. I’m Namjoon. And you are?”
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You found yourself sat beside Seokjin who was busy putting food on your plate. If he noticed his members looking at him as though an imposter took his place, he didn’t comment. It was as if the six men looking at the two of you with mixture of bewilderment from Jungkook and Jimin, curiosity from Namjoon and Hoseok, amusement from Taehyung and strangely, indifference from Yoongi, didn’t bother him.
But it bothered you.
You broke eye contact with Taehyung who was sitting beside you with his chin resting on his hand as he examined you with twinkle in his eyes to look at the other man beside you.
“Are you sure it’s fine for me to sit with you? What if someone sees?” You leaned to whisper at Jin.
He merely shrugged. It didn’t matter. In fact, he wanted the world to know you were his. “Eat, princess.”
“I can’t,” you whispered once again, hyperaware of the six pair of eyes on you and him.
“Why?”
“Why are they looking at me?”
Seokjin craned his neck up, frustration evident on his face before looking at his younger members with a terrifying glare. “Why are you always here?”
“We were hungry-“
“And you ate. Now leave.”
“Is that how you treat your customers, hyung?” Jimin teased with a pout before looking at you innocently.
Wait, this was his?
“You’re not my customers because you all rarely pay!”
Chaos ensued as the men bickered and teased each other. You could see the familiarity and the love between them that came with years and years of companionship. You were unknowingly smiling before eating your late lunch. You didn’t realize how hungry you were until you actually ate. They were all still arguing, albeit without any claws to their words, when you felt a finger poking your arm.
“I’m Taehyung,” he introduced himself before offering you his hand. You shook his hand warily. “I’m Y/N.”
“So, Y/N, how did you know my hyung?” He asked, uncaring of the bickering of the men in front of him. He was more interested with who you were. His hyung never did once look at any woman, never once did he touch them. In fact, he was irritated whenever some woman would sauntered to him and flirted. Behind his hyung’s pleasant personality and contagious laugh lied his cold persona reserved for people who didn’t matter to him.
Which was exactly why you were a puzzle to the group. For the first time since they met him, they saw their hyung smiled so genuinely at a woman. For the first time, they saw the darkness that somehow terrified them in Jin’s eyes vanished.
“Oh uhm. We’re childhood friends. His parents and my dad were the best of friends.”
Were?
Yoongi, who hadn’t said a thing yet, tilted his head when he heard you. He looked at you with indifferent eyes before slyly shifting his bored gaze to his only hyung who visibly stiffened from your words.
Interesting.
You watched him as he took his pillow and RJ in his arms. Seokjin really looked comfy and yet, so beautiful despite wearing only his pajamas. “You know I can take the sofa. I don’t mind. I really don’t want to be an imposition on-“
“Nonsense, princess. I want you to be comfortable here. You’re my guest after all,” he turned to look at you before smiling. He walked towards the bed where you were sitting. He leaned down and softly placed a kiss on your forehead.
“Good night, my princess,” he whispered, and before you could even react, he was out of the room.
You opened your eyes, and you were back to that nightmare. You saw your father walking away from you to that damned lake. You felt your heart skipped a beat, your legs moving faster and faster to stop him.
You knew what would happened.
You had seen this before.
You had lived this before.
“Dad! Please. Stop!” You shouted on top of your lungs, but it was as though he didn’t hear you. He kept on walking and walking, until he was in the middle of the frozen lake. He paused his movement to look at you. He never aged. His looks frozen in time.
“Run, my daughter,” he said with a serious note in his voice. This was different. He never said this in all your nightmares. “Run far. And don’t come back.”
“What? Dad, please! Just come here!” You shouted, and now you felt tears falling freely on your face. You knew what would happened.
You knew his destiny.
And you could never do anything about it but to see him fall to the icy water.
“Y/N! Wake up.”
“Princess, please. Wake up. It’s okay. You’re safe with me.”
“Wake up.”
And then you woke up. Your breath were ragged as though you were running for your life. You could feel his fingers wiping away your tears. You were full-on sobbing in front of him. And before you knew it, his arms were around you as he maneuvered your body to rest on top of his chest. Your hand fisted his shirt, wanting anything to ground you. Your heart was beating faster despite escaping the nightmare, and for the life of you, you didn’t know why you still felt unsafe.
Soothingly, he was running his hand on your back. Seokjin was patient as he waited for you to calm down. You felt his lips on top of your head. You heard him whisper how you were safe with him and that he would never let anything bad happen to you ever again.
And that night, he didn’t let you go.
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“My baby looks so handsome!” His mother cooed at the four-year old Seokjin. She fixed his hair gently before holding his tiny hand in hers. She followed her husband inside their closest friend’s home. His wife had just given birth a month ago and this was the first time they would see the little bundle of joy. She was so ecstatic when she learned that the baby was a girl, much to her son’s disgust.
‘Girls are yucky, mommy!’
“Do you wanna see her?”
Did he? He looked thoughtful for a moment, his adorable pout ever so present in his lips. Perhaps, he should see what the fuss was about. He was almost certain- no, he was 100% sure that he was more endearing than that little elf who did nothing but cried.
But fine, he supposed he should look at her one time, then never again.
With a reluctant nod, his mother patted the seat beside her. Once he was fully sat down, his mother lowered the baby to his level which allowed him to peak at the crying Y/N.
Seokjin’s eyes widened at how could someone as little as you cried so loud?
Additionally, how could someone as little as you looked so…wonderful?
As though he was in a trance, Jin moved his face closer to you. His little hand was on its way to caress your hair when he heard his mother gently warn him to be careful. And so, he did. His little hand touched the sparse hair on your small head. He caressed it once, twice, and to the adults’ surprised, you stopped wailing your heart out as thought you were finally at peace.
“She likes you,” your father observed, his eyebags made it apparent that you weren’t letting your parents sleep.
“I think we should keep him with her so she would stop crying, right Jinnie?” He teased the little child.
Jin, on other hand, didn’t say anything. His focus was solely on you. Little Seokjin deemed it okay to stay with you.
It was a sweet moment, really it was. Until Jin dove down to peck your lips, and then chaos ensued.
Synopsis: in a world where alphas, betas, and omegas live along side modern humans as second class citizens, you've fallen through the cracks of a society that wants to take everything wonderful from you. Luckily a timely encounter with the boys just might save your life.
Chapter summary: the boys try to find your pack and face some painful truths.
Warnings: I feel like I should warn you that mc does not appear on screen at all for this whole chapter, language, honestly it's just pretty fuckin angsty.
Wc: 4k
The ride through the kaleidoscope of traffic lights and street lamps passed in near silence as they got closer to your address. Jungkook didn't notice, as caught up as he was in his own head, but for Yoongi the tension was excruciating. With one hand still on the wheel he stretched the other out to grip Jungkook's arm.
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
Jungkook turned slowly to look at the other. "Talk about what?"
With a knowing smile that wasn't truly happy at all, Yoongi slid his hand down to grasp Jungkook's fist, which had been clenched to trembling on his thigh.
"Whatever is bothering you."
Jungkook rubbed his forehead and sighed, consciously unclenching his fist to let his fingers slot between Yoongi's and take the comfort the alpha's large, warm hands offered. He wouldn't really know where to begin. He'd seen so much shit today, the worst parts of society, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. When he first became a cop less than a year ago, he thought he could make a difference, make this world a safer place for everyone in it. But he'd quickly learned that more often than not he was merely a witness, someone who gathered the pieces to say this is what happened when something terrible occurred and to pray for justice that would likely never come. Sometimes it was just a bit too much to handle or to speak of.
Yoongi knew that all too well. And Jungkook knew the offer to talk was just that, an offer, not a demand. Like Jungkook and Jimin, Yoongi saw horror on a daily basis, and he knew there were times that there weren't words to speak. All the pack knew there was an overwhelming amount of injustice all around them. Jin saw so much evidence of it in his office where he worked within the legal system to try and make a difference. But none of them saw it as viscerally each and every day the way the three of them did.
"I can't stop thinking about the phone call with that woman. The way she sounded…not just disgusted but shocked. She really had no idea that Y/N isn't Sap. How is that even possible?"
Yoongi shrugged. "It's not uncommon for Lykos to try to pass for Sapiens in the workplace. It's usually only betas who can get away with it but," he shrugged again. "You said it was a bar right? Between scent blockers and so many other people, maybe it's easy to hide. She gets better wages, better tips. Even though lots of professions aren't required to disclose a second gender, there are plenty of assholes out there that won't hire an omega. Or an alpha for that matter," Yoongi added.
Jungkook sneered. "I still can't believe there are betas out there who honestly think it's better for them to pretend to be Saps. I could never imagine doing that. To just disown your entire heritage like that?" He shook his head and stared out the window.
Yoongi just pursed his lips. He didn't think he could explain it to Jungkook, nor did he think it would matter at the moment. It was good that Jungkook was a proud Lykos, that he was proud of his family and his pack. But Yoongi knew from experience that it wasn't so easy for everyone. Passing for Sapien was, in most cases, a uniquely beta privilege. It was probably even harder for alphas than omegas in Yoongi's opinion. If Yoongi could have passed for Sapien or if alphas weren't so strongly discriminated against, he might have gone to med school and become a doctor. Not that Yoongi was complaining. He was proud to do his job most of the time, even if it wasn't everything he had once dreamed. Luckily, Yoongi didn't have to continue the conversation because the GPS on his phone told them they had arrived.
The building they were looking at was a dingy, dilapidated brown that hadn't seen a fresh coat of paint in several decades. Just as well. The building would probably be better off torn down than renovated.
"Jesus," Yoongi muttered under his breath. Jungkook unbuckled his seat belt. "Wait, let's have a plan. You wanna do good cop, bad cop?" Yoongi asked, gesturing first to his partner and then to himself.
Jungkook shook his head but there was a smile on his lips. "How about a cop and a concerned citizen."
Yoongi sighed. "Sounds lame, but okay."
The pair exited the vehicle and walked briskly up to the front door. The external entrance to the building didn't appear to have any functional lock, and Yoongi's alpha growled in his head at the lack of security as they walked right in the door. Inside, they could hear several TVs playing loudly, probably trying and failing to drown out the sound of the couple fighting on the second floor who they heard as Jungkook navigated them to the unit printed on your license. The mixture of scents in the building was just as loud. Everyone living in the building must be Lykos. When they arrived at #23–only the gold 2 was still present on the door while the 3 was outlined by peeling brown paint–Jungkook rapped on the door with three firm, decisive knocks. Yoongi could practically hear every asshole in the building clench at the sound of what could only be a cop's knock. He had to suppress a chuckle.
After a few seconds, they heard the sound of a chain and several deadbolts make way so that a young Lykos could open the door a few inches. By the smell of her, Yoongi would guess she was a beta.
"Good evening, ma'am. We're sorry to bother you. We're looking for the home of a woman named Y/N Y/L/N. Does she live here?"
"No, sir. She doesn't live here." The woman replied mechanically. Jungkook couldn't read her expression from behind the door.
"Please, we need to get in touch with her family. If you have any information about her," Jungkook pressed.
The woman hesitated a moment before speaking again. "Wait just a moment."
She closed the door on them and Jungkook and Yoongi shared a look of raised eyebrows. The former hoped to hear the slide of the last chain, but seconds ticked by and when she returned the door remained blocked. The woman passed several envelopes through the small space.
"I think she must have been that sad omega that lived here before me. I've been collecting these. Meant to take them to be returned to sender but I keep forgetting. Maybe you can get them to her."
Jungkook took the envelopes, not knowing what else he could do. He cleared his throat. "Thanks."
The beta closed the door once again without another word.
Jungkook heaved a defeated sigh and turned back to Yoongi. He flipped through the various envelopes he had been given. Past dues and final notices in among the junk. Just as they were about to walk toward the exit, a door on the opposite side of the hall opened, and a man stood against the door jam with his arms crossed.
"You looking for that little omega girl?" The tall man asked. Yoongi didn't need to smell him to know he was an alpha. He didn't want to smell him.
"Maybe. You know anything about her?" Jungkook replied vaguely.
"Y/N, right?" Jungkook gave a curt nod. "She lived across the hall for a year and a half. Three weeks ago she was evicted," the alpha informed him. Jungkook looked down at the late bills in his hand. That made sense.
"Any idea where she lives now? Or how to get in touch with her pack?" Yoongi chimed in.
The man gave an amused smile and shook his head. "This is not a place for people with packs," he answered with a gesture toward the general state of the place. "People in this building are usually lone wolves," he added. "Not that I didn't offer to help her with her heats, you know? I'm a helpful guy, especially for a pretty little omega like that."
Jungkook swallowed down the bile that rose in his throat while Yoongi merely stared the man down with a stoney look usually reserved for people who walked a little too close to Hoseok.
"Yeah, thanks for your help," Jungkook muttered as he walked past the man's door and down the hall toward the exit. Yoongi held his stance until Jungkook was a few paces ahead and then fell in line.
The drive back home was even more silent than before, and when they finally arrived they were surprised to find the house just as quiet. All five of their pack members were still awake, but no one spoke as Hoseok sat at the entrance to the hallway and stared down Namjoon and Taehyung. Jin cradled Jimin in his lap with his face buried in Jimin's scent gland. Or maybe it was Jimin that was holding him down.
"What's going on here?" Yoongi chuckled as he dropped his keys into the communal dish.
"These spoiled little alpha fucks have forgotten what the word no means," Hoseok replied, arms flexing as the crossed tightly over his chest.
"Is that so?" Yoongi asked with a raised brow.
"Yes, and just in case you've forgotten too: it means you cannot mount strange omegas without their consent, and consent cannot be given in the middle of heat," Hoseok said tightly.
"Jesus, did you jump her?" Jungkook asked, looking at his mates.
"No. We did not jump her!" Namjoon insisted just a little too forcefully.
"But you would have!" Hoseok fired back. "Alpha scum."
"You're acting like we're pigs or something," Taehyung grumbled.
"You are pigs," Jimin offered from behind him.
"You guys don't get it," Jin finally broke in, showing his face for the first time. "It's not like we want to fuck her. It's just a need. We are alphas, it's our duty to breed an omega in heat."
Yoongi shook his head as he joined his fellow alphas on the couch, squeezing in between Jin and Taehyung before pulling Jimin half-way into his lap to get a sniff because yeah, your scent had saturated every molecule of air inside the house. "Yeah, I don't think that's gonna fly this time, Jin."
"Look, we are doing our best to control ourselves here. Can you give us some credit?" Namjoon asked, but he only met with Hoseok's stony glare.
"Do you think her actual alphas will be thanking you for your bare minimum decency?" He turned his head to Jungkook. "Speaking of which, did you find them?"
Jungkook sat down near Hoseok and for once made an effort not to let his scent spread out, not until he could level himself out. The omega was on high alert, and didn't miss the pungent edge of mildew coming from him. Hoseok grabbed his sleeve and tugged until the beta scooted closer.
"What's wrong? What happened?" He urged as he ran fingers through Jungkook's hair.
The youngest sighed. "She doesn't live there but she used to. An old neighbor said she got evicted a few weeks back."
"No forwarding address?" Jin asked, fighting to keep his clarity.
"Neighbor said she was a 'lone wolf,'" Yoongi added, voice muffled by Jimin.
"Alone?" Someone echoed as Jungkook rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands.
"That place…it was awful. Even though I see it all the time—I don't think. I come home every night and I let myself forget that there are people out there with no pack, who are struggling just to survive."
"Kookie," Hoseok cooed, rubbing a hand up and down his mate's back.
"We're very lucky," Jin agreed.
"There are so many loners these days. We're trying so hard to get kids into good packs, but it can be tough to find the right fit. And so many of them have trust issues or have never had a pack…they don't know what they're getting into at all. It scares me to think that could have been me," Jimin reflected. It was only a handful of years ago that a chance meeting with Yoongi had led him to his home. Jimin's light scent and lack of a family history often excluded him from groups and from forming proper bonds with other Lykos. He was the last to join their pack, but it was always a blessing.
The sadness filling the room and his mates caused panic to rise in Hoseok's chest. His fingers curled into Jungkook's shirt. "Maybe the neighbor was wrong. Maybe she moved out to move in with a pack!" He suggested with forced cheerfulness. "Did you find any other leads in her bag?"
Jungkook shook his head. "I didn't have a chance."
Hoseok popped to his feet. "I'll go get it from the room!" He paused as he turned. "Keep your eyes on those four," he added before padding to your door and closing it behind him in a futile attempt to keep your heavy scent inside.
"I was just reading an article today about how pack life is healthier for people. Omegas live 8 years longer on average as part of a pack than alone," Namjoon told them just to fill the silence. He was one of the lucky ones, like Jin, Hoseok, Tae and Jungkook, who had only ever known pack life. For them any other way seemed inconceivable. They'd gone from pups to their own mature pack without ever living one night on their own, but even the thought of it ached with unbearable loneliness. Lykos were not meant to be alone.
Hoseok returned a moment later, large black purse in hand.
"How is she?" Yoongi asked.
Hoseok gave a dramatic eye roll. "She's fine."
"Hyung," Tae whined.
"She's so fucking out of it she doesn't know where she is right now, Taehyung."
That did not soothe any of the alphas fraying nerves.
"Maybe we could just cuddle–"
"No." Hoseok cut Namjoon off. "You are not going in there for anything. End of discussion."
He dropped the bag on the floor in front of Jungkook, who opened it and began to carefully sort through your belongings. At the top of the bag was a change of clothes that he couldn't stop himself from taking a sniff of, catching your normal crisp apple scent instead of the gooey apple pie you were giving off tonight. The trace on the shirt was so faint it was almost drowned out among the other smells in the house.
"Let me smell it," Namjoon chirped before he could stop himself.
"Don't you feel embarrassed?" Hoseok returned quickly and harshly, and Namjoon cowed his head because he did.
Jungkook merely set the clothes to the side and continued to search. Next he pulled out two boxes of extra strength scent blockers, the kind that go inside your nose so you don't smell anyone around you, and then a bottle of scent spray that you bought at a Sap store. It smelled similar to your apple, but more artificial and layered with other scents.
"I guess this is how she passes," Jungkook mumbled as he set the items in front of Hoseok, who picked up the bottle and sniffed its top, wrinkling his nose at the chemical smell. Your scent was much nicer than that.
The pack's attention was drawn to a rattling sound before Jungkook pulled out a large plastic medicine bottle. He looked briefly at the label before shaking the bottle and then handed it to Hoseok.
"If she had a full bottle of heat suppressants, why did she go down like that?" Jungkook wondered aloud.
The omega beside him unscrewed the cap and shook a single pill into his hand. "Holy fuck! I didn't know they were this big! How does anyone swallow that?"
"Let me see?" Jimin asked. He was probably more familiar with heat suppressants than any other pack member because they were required in order to stay in pretty much any mixed-gender shelter, and even in many single-gender ones. Hoseok replaced the cap and tossed the bottle across the room. Jimin picked it out of the air with one hand and brought it down in front of him and Yoongi. "Where the fuck did she get these?" Jimin asked after reading the label.
"What is it?" Jungkook asked. It wasn't something he was particularly well-versed in since Hobi had never taken any. And he'd never had any other omega.
"I've only ever heard about these," Yoongi said, taking the bottle from Jimin. "Some omega activists are trying to get these banned. They have mega doses of hormones to stop heats, but they can cause permanent damage to an omega's reproductive system. I've also heard that most omegas don't like to take them unless they have to because the side effects are really harsh."
"I've heard rumors that some of the shelters give them out to omegas who want to stay," Jimin added.
"Is this one of them?" Jungkook asked when he found a crumpled flier in your bag. The paper showed a posed group of people wearing smiles outside a generic looking building in the downtown area. It also stated the hours of operation and contact information. Jimin held out a hand and Jungkook passed it through the alphas to him.
Jimin gasped quietly. "This is the worst shelter in town. The people who run this are fundamentalists who think that Lykos are abominations. They preach that we are unnatural and against god. Kids sometimes come to us from there and have said they were prevented from nesting or sharing beds with others. I'm sure they gave her these before letting her in but-" That didn't answer how you had ended up in your current state.
Jungkook thought he was going to be sick, and he wasn't alone.
"Why would anyone go to an organization like that?" Taehyung wondered, his hand sliding into Namjoon's.
"Some people don't have any choice," Jimin answered.
Everyone sat in quiet thought for a moment until the sound of Jungkook's sob broke from his chest. Six heads snapped in his direction, but only one spoke up.
"Jungkook, come here, baby," Jin said with arms held open. Jimin moved down to sit over Namjoon and Taehyung while Yoongi squeezed to make room for Jungkook. In spite of being a beta, Jungkook was just a little too large to sit comfortably in the pack alpha's lap, but he sat down and let Jin pull his legs over his lap and snuggled into his chest. "Tell alpha what's going on," Jin cooed.
Jungkook tried to calm his sobs, which got easier when Yoongi pressed himself against the beta's back. It took a minute before he was able to speak, but no one rushed him.
"I saw an omega get killed today," he finally said in a watery voice. "He was just a couple years younger than Y/N. He was alone and he was shot by some hateful Sap, for no reason. And all I could think at the time was where is his pack? Why didn't they protect him? But he didn't have a pack. There wasn't anyone to call. And then we found Y/N. And I just…why isn't there anyone to call?"
Jin hugged the man tighter to his chest and let him cry. "It's okay, Kook. Let it out. It's okay. There are four good alphas here and no one is going to get hurt," he assured in a soft voice.
Jungkook sucked in the deepest breath he could before he pulled away and leaned into Yoongi. "Sorry, it was kind of a fucked up day," he said as he wiped his eyes.
Yoongi gave his arm a squeeze, one that said he was sorry there were so many fucked up days, because Yoongi always knew more about them than the others, because sometimes Yoongi and Jungkook would lay in the nest in the spare room and whisper the things that haunted them before they could go to sleep.
"You should have told me before we went out, Kookie. We didn't have to go." Jimin reached a hand out across the alphas and Jungkook took it.
"I'm glad we did though." He didn't want to think what it would be like otherwise.
"Pup, you need to tell us when things are weighing on you like that," Hoseok chided, still rooted to his spot on the floor.
"I honestly can't bring that to you all the time," Jungkook admitted.
"We’re your pack, Jungkook-ah," Jin reminded him. "It's our job to share your burden, especially when it's too hard."
"I'll try."
Hoseok sighed. "It's late. Everyone, go to bed. We can decide what to do next in the morning."
No one argued with the omega. The tone of the conversation had dampened their yearning for you in the other room.
"Are you coming, my love?" Jin asked with an arm outstretched to pull him up.
Hoseok shook his head. "You all go on."
"Honey, you can't sit here all night."
"I'll get some things settled for her and then I'll sleep on the couch. No one will get past me."
Jin pouted. "But it won't be the same in the nest without you. You haven't even gotten a chance to build it up yet. How can we sleep there?" Seokjin always became so codependent when he was sleepy.
Hoseok's resolve cracked just a little.
"Hobi, you go up. I'll stay down here. I think I'd be more relaxed that way anyway," Jungkook suggested. It would be easier to rest if he knew you were safe from danger. Is this what it felt like to be an alpha all the time?
Hoseok grumbled but he was already giving in. "I can't let you go to sleep smelling like that."
With a wave of the omega's hand, all of his packmates gathered around Jungkook and marked wherever they could reach until he smelled like the unique blend of scents that to him smelled like home. When they finally backed away, Jungkook wore a dopey, scent-high smile, and Hoseok could go upstairs to his nest with one fewer worry.
Once they had all gone up to bed, Jungkook took a thick blanket from the hall closet that was too thick to use this time of year and laid it out on the floor in front of your door along with a pillow from the couch. He thought briefly about going in to check on you, but he honestly wasn't sure he would be able to stop himself from climbing in the nest to cuddle you. He couldn't stop thinking about the way they wouldn't let you sleep with others in the shelter, or how you had probably slept alone for at least a year and a half prior to that. But Hoseok was right about boundaries and consent, and he could be good if he just stayed on this side of the door. If you couldn't be comforted, you could at least be safe.
Synopsis: in a world where alphas, betas, and omegas live along side modern humans as second class citizens, you've fallen through the cracks of a society that wants to take everything wonderful from you. Luckily a timely encounter with the boys just might save your life.
Genre: a/b/o, omegaverse, angst, hurt/comfort
Pairings: ot7 x reader
No schedule for my sanity. I'm just trying to enjoy writing again. Send an ask or comment on this post if you want to be tagged.
Series warnings: bigotry, including internalized bigotry, negative self-talk, neglect, childhood trauma, mentions of SA
A/n: This story will deal with a lot of internalized negativity about and struggles with society. The plot will contain many events and concepts that have numerous analogies to our own society and multiple interpretations are possible. I certainly have my own ideas, but the only agenda I intend to push is one of self-acceptance and love. I'm open to respectful discourse in the comments. Please keep in mind that I and others are very sensitive and if you want to be mean then be mean somewhere else.
I love when inspiration hits me while listening to a song. Have a story being written with new plots and am so excited 🥰 but I promised myself to get back into a writing schedule first 😅 my goal is to update About Love twice a month for now 💜
Summary: Becoming a best selling thriller author? Part of the plan. Living in the city and isolating yourself from everyone? Part of the plan. Inheriting your late uncles home in the woods, his sassy assistant and fortune after he died mysteriously? Not part of the plan. Oh, and he failed to mention the 7 'surprises' he left you as well. And come to think of it... was his death an accident? Or is your imagination going wild again?
Genre: Hybrid!AU
Warnings (if bolded then this chapter contains these elements) : Fluff, Hurt, Comfort, Angst, Death, Abuse, Smut, Violence, Dom/Sub, Dom/Sub Elements, Non-Con Elements, Slow Burn, Trauma,
Rating: M 18+
WC: ~6k
Tag List: CLOSED- Tumblr doesn't like my list, I'll most likely have to do the list on a separate post... I'll figure it out lol
Notes: I'm so happy to be writing again! Thank you to everyone who waited and to those who have just started to read <3
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After being thrown into a brick wall, drowned in scolding black liquid, ran over twice, and bent to the point of snapping in half did sweet mercy come to relieve the pains of the world. It just so happened to be in the shape of a large metal box. And smell like every health violation known to man and hybrid kind.
Clunk!
Y/n’s damaged phone hit the bottom of the dumpster, the loud noise nearly being lost in the dark alleyway thanks to the busy traffic of the city. The device was now gone and irreparable (which may or may not have been extremely fun to do- perhaps he has some pent up rage he should work on...) meaning it could no longer be tracked. He was oh so careful about it.
He was careful when arriving in the city, taking detours and making random stops before settling on a random alleyway with a dumpster. Despite knowing he was alone Jackson remained careful though, double checking his surroundings before exiting the dumpster and heading back into his car. It might have seemed too extreme to someone looking in, but if the knew the Spades family. Knew what they were capable of...
Closing the door with a little too much force, he leaned back in his seat and let out a long sigh. Jackson closed his eyes, feeling the freshly fallen snow slowly melt and dampen his jet black hair. His lips were pulled into a thin line, nearly sucking his teeth, as the events from the day played back in his mind.
The day was supposed to be an easy one. Get the new heiress into the new home, help unpack, question her mini library and the knickknacks he had noticed from prior visits, then head home. Simple. Done. Takoda made this all sound extremely easy in the will. But that man could make lassoing the moon look as easy as riding a bike. He was the kind of man who accomplished what he put his mind to and didn’t hesitate. Jackson admired him for it, looking up at him as a mentor ever since he was first hired. Even now the young man wanted to strive to be like his late boss.
He really wished the old man was right there with him, to help shed light on what Takoda was up to. And what Jackson should do with the chaotic mess he was in.
Not only does Jackson now have to worry about the Spades family but now hybrids. He never held any ill thoughts towards the beings and honestly viewed them just as he viewed humans: there were good and bad hybrids just like there were good and bad humans. Of course he found it odd that even now, so long later, they weren't given basic human rights. Hell, many places still want to keep them on leashes. He just couldn't see how they could be treated that way.
Well... maybe for one hybrid he could. Jackson scowled at the fresh memory of the shaggy brown haired hybrid that held him in that death grip. He would enjoy that one being in a doghouse, more for the sake of his injured ego than for the hybrids actions. A large part of him wanted to stay and ensure Y/n was in good hands. But judging at how they reacted to him was enough to let Jackson know she was going to be safe. His ass still hurt from the youngest canine tackling him to the ground.
‘Little shit.’
Bzz! Bzz!
His cell phone vibrated in his pocket, breaking the warm and calm atmosphere of the car. At first he was prepared to see a new number, knowing Y/n would be calling to give him her new cell phone information. However he was surprised at the name that appeared, his eyes narrowing for a moment. He really didn’t want to take this call…
But he had no other choice.
“Hello?... Hold on, what? … No, that’s not possible. I just… He what?...” He paused as he heard the new information being told to him. “... Of course he did… Alright.” The line went dead and he tossed the phone into the passenger seat. For a brief moment he stared straight ahead, allowing the new information to sink in.
He blinked.
Sighed.
BEEEEEP!
And banged his head into the car horn.
People walking about on the sidewalk jumped and stared at the parked vehicle who’s car horn was going off for a long period of time. But Jackson didn’t care. No, at that moment only one thing was on his mind: what the hell was Takoda up to.
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The entire drive was rather relaxing. Namjoon kept a keen eye on the road while also engaging in conversation here and there. Jungkook and Jin decided to ask you a million questions, the duo's eyes were shining the entire time. It were as though you were telling them the greatest story to ever be written, even if it was just tidbits of your life. You did try to ask them questions about their own lives as well but they would get shy and nearly clam up.
It was shocking compared to how flirty and outgoing they were most of the time. You wondered if it had to do with their files... Those manilla envelopes might be holding their history and maybe some secrets they are afraid of speaking. It was hard to ignore when Namjoon would tense up beside you; Jungkook would let his hair fall in his face and glance down; Jin's smile would freeze before he stuttered a question of his own.
Did they really think you would kick them out from what those files stated? You heart clenched at the mere idea of it. Judging with how they acted you knew they were kind, too kind for the world they were created for.
And it made you nervous thinking of all that could have happened to them while being alive.
"You have arrived!" The GPS announced as the car slowed down. You were too busy with the pack that you failed to realize how fast time had gone by. "Welcome to Unova Mall!"
There was a time where shopping centers were dying out. Online shopping had grown and become popular with how easy it was to merely pick up your device, press a few buttons, and you’d see the item within the week. It wasn’t until hybrids came to be that mall’s began a resurgence. As more and more people began to adopt they soon realized that they had no where to showcase their new adoptions; restaurants were hardly allowing hybrids in due to them being seen as animals and highly dangerous (especially the first generation of hybrids), and parks were working on regulations on whether they needed leashes or not.
As the world shifted with the new profound creations certain businesses picked up on this opportunity; mall’s were revamped to accommodate hybrids, allowing specialty stores of all types to gather together. For some it was convenient to shop for themselves and hybrids in one go. For others it marked a great place to allow their hybrids to be seen by the world; from owning the latest generation to the rarest of breeds it was the place to go.
Personally you never shopped in malls before, never had a reason to. You preferred to get what you needed online or by running to whatever market you stumbled upon. However you knew there was no better place to complete your shopping list than the mall. Even if it made you cringe on the inside. The mere idea of being mistaken for someone who uses hybrids for clout... It left a rotten taste in your mouth.
Pulling up you could see the appeal of walking around in the large shopping center. The stores appeared to be outside but upon closer inspection you could see a glass ceiling covering all the stores, protecting shoppers from the elements. There were large and tall metal pillars placed throughout the area; units designed to heat or use AC depending on the weather. While there was a parking lot for people to park, the stores had large paved areas for everyone to walk around freely without worrying about traffic.
“I’ve never been to a place this large before.” Jungkook whispered, gold eyes large as he watched everything from his window. The car parked itself close to the front of the main entrance.
You were taken back once more to those files, wondering what their histories were like. Even now, stepping out of the car, that logical part of your brain was alerting you that you didn’t truly know these males. And, of course, that small voice in the back of your mind was reluctant to think of them as anything less than perfect. Nearly purring at the idea of them being the best men out there.
You really hated your brain sometimes.
“Alright beautiful, where do you want to go first?” Seokjin stood next to you. He kept close, his body acting as a shield to the wind and most of the snow.
“Furniture first, it’ll be easier to get that out of the way.” You responded. You stuffed your hands in your pockets, trying to keep the cold away.
Despite being mainly outdoors, the main entrance to the shopping center could easily be noticed by the large LED 'Welcome!' screen, models posing with hybrids wearing big smiles. The screen would shift and list attractions and new sales that the stores located all around would have. The stone pathway began right where the large welcome screen was, a directory stationed right beside it to assist in finding certain stores faster.
Namjoon walked beside you with Jin and Jungkook following close behind. “Do you know what you need exactly?”
“A bit, yes. I have a mental list of everything.” You beamed at him, your eyes meeting his amber ones. “It really shouldn’t take too long. Hardly any time at all.”
“Are we going to buy things for the arcade room?” Jungkook asked with a hint of hope in his voice. It did have you grinning but you shook your head at him.
“No, at least not today. We’re going to focus on the basics today.”
"There's still hope." He whispered, Namjoon rolling his eyes as the youngest grinned at the mere idea of having an entire game room to themselves.
The minute you stepped foot on the stone pathway entrance you felt warmth engulf you. The entire area felt warm and cozy, and even smelled good: you could smell hints of something sweet in the air almost like a bakery. A nice place such as this would provide air scents to boost appeal from the customers and create a relaxing atmosphere. Even Namjoon looked calmer though he was looking around and familiarizing himself with the place. His eyes were alert on the few people walking around, body shuffling closer to you.
‘What a good alpha.’ The pesky little voice in your head swooned. You mentally stomped on it with a boot and shook your head. With a quick glance you spotted the store with ease. “The store is right over there! Hopefully they have expedited shipping.”
“Are you in a rush for a coffee table or something?” Jin quirked an eyebrow, bright blue eyes looking confused for a moment.
“Not that, but I need a place to sleep.” You laughed as you all walked into the store. It was brightly lit and held displays for various rooms a household could have. It went far beyond what you could see from where you were standing. Glancing around you saw the bedroom area and quickly went towards it. “You guys got the bedroom since there are three of you in your pack. I’ll take another room and make it my own.”
You could feel a small amount of tension and turned to see the three hybrids staring at you, stone still at the entrance of the store, with mixed emotions; Jungkook looked hurt, Jin looked confused, and Namjoon appeared to be troubled. There was no telling what was going on inside their minds as you stopped mid-walk and blinked at them.
“What’s wrong?”
“That’s what we want to know? Was it the nest?” Jungkook quickly walked up to you, eyes searching yours for something that you didn’t know. “I can do better. Make it better.” Your face heated up as he knelt to your level, hands on your shoulders creating warmth and security that you hated to admit that you loved. “What did we do?”
“I- you guys did nothing,” You stammered over your words, noticing the rest of the pack gathering around you as well. A million questions rocketed in your mind, not knowing where this behavior came from. You really needed to do your own research or communicating would be nearly impossible. You could ask but you couldn't find the nerve to; you were already viewing yourself as a terrible owner for leaving them alone for months. Asking questions on basic information made you even worst in your own eyes. Stressing them out, not knowing enough about their species... you needed to do better and give them some hope in you and your abilities.
“You guys are a pack and would want to stay together, so you guys can take the master room. Since I’m not a pack member I really shouldn’t intrude.”
You could tell Jungkook was ready to argue, however a deeper voice was faster. “We understand Y/n. Thank you for thinking of us.” Namjoon gave you a soft smile, though it was a small one. His eyes seemed to be swimming through emotions that you couldn’t decode no matter how hard you tried. There was a pang in your heart at the thought of hurting them though you had no idea what you even did. If anything you were trying todo what was best for them.
As if sensing your doubts he gently took your arm and began to lead the way to the other showcases. Jin followed and offered you a soft smile as well, but just like the pack alpha’s it was small and didn’t reach his eyes. You pushed your questions to the back of your mind as the bedroom displays came into view. Instead you focused on what you needed and went straight to the mattresses first, needing to test them out and see which one would be comfy for you.
Namjoon and Jin did help you, making good points. Jungkook, however, not so much. He decided to full on pout and whine, hands tugging on your jacket as he tried to sway you with pitiful words. Small attempts at pointing out minor flaws (“It’s an ugly color!”) didn’t help him either. Sitting on the seventh bed, you felt like it was made from a cloud. And no pouts from the youngest hybrid could sway you.
“It feels like I’m on a cloud, I really like this one.” You sighed and leaned back, closing your eyes. “I think I’m taking this one. Scratch that, I know I’m taking this one.” Since entering the store you could feel yourself feel less tense and stressed, boy molding into the soft material. You were ready to take a nap right there and then. The mattress shifted and you cracked your eyes open to be met with a pair of gold eyes boring into your very soul. You heart nearly stopped in shock at the canines presence. You didn't even notice him near you.
“But why not just stay with us?”
Jungkook saved the puppy dog eyes for last. Large doe eyes were staring right into your soul, lower lip jutted out in a pout that could shake even the iciest of hearts. There was determination behind the adorable stunt that you could see; the sharpness in his eyes as he waited for the perfect moment to try and persuade you once again. And what better way than when you had your guard down? He was hovering over you, hands on either side of your head, knees placed on either side of your waist though not a single ounce of his weight touched you. He was holding his own weight easily, without so much as a second thought. Your cheeks heated up as you realized the position you were in and blinked rapidly up at him, trying to collect your scrambled thoughts.
Your heart hammered in your chest, nearly jumping up your throat. You willed it to be steady for your own sake. “Jungkook, we talked about this. You guys need space as a pack.” Your words were met with a frown tugging on his pout, eyes searching yours once more. But you had no idea what he was looking for. So you changed tactics instead. “Besides, I’m the worst to sleep near. I’m certain I snore a lot.”
“I doubt that. Prove me wrong, spend the night with us. If we don’t mind then you stay.” His tone was firm, almost a command. Having him be this persistent should have made you roll your eyes and be snippy with the hybrid. But instead of feeling annoyed or even angry you felt yourself sag a little. Almost as if you were going to follow his orders, your eyes dilating ever so slightly as you stared up at him. Some type of trance seemed to take place over you, as if you were in your own little bubble with Jungkook where he was in control over everything. And somehow you were perfectly fine with that, hell you found yourself relaxing even more.
You couldn’t explain what your body was doing, you just felt the need to let go and let him take control. Maybe he was right… “Trust me, it’s best if you don’t. I-I also toss and turn all night.” You sounded weak, words spoken in a hush that not even you would have believed.
The pout had disappeared moments ago, the moment you relaxed under him. Jungkook was now gazing at you with a small smirk and hooded eyes, the gold shining brilliantly against his dark lashes. He seemed to be in a trance himself as he slowly lowered himself closer to you. His body was a hair's width away from you now, if you so much as took a deep breath you would be pressed against him. You could feel his warmth radiate off of him, his voice dropping several octaves, almost a growl, as he spoke. “We can keep you in place. Namjoon-ah especially.”
The next second happened too fast for you to grasp. The smallest of whimpers slid past your lips just as Jungkook yelped and disappeared from your view. It was as though the trance you were in shattered entirely and you sat up quickly, face ablaze as you looked around. Namjoon was gripping Jungkook by the back of his neck, the youngest looking almost ashamed with his head bent. Jin was reaching to slowly pull you up with sigh. There was no one else around (thankfully for you) and you nearly forgot where you were.
“Sorry about the brat, beautiful. He can be very persistent. We looked away for one moment and this happened.” His tone sounded remorseful, hands carefully pulling you up from the mattress. Those blue eyes carefully watched your face for a moment, as if waiting for something to happen. For you to do something or act out.
What even was that? You didn’t know what came over you or how it happened. Truth is you honestly didn’t want to know. Not yet at least. For now you were blaming it on your lack of intimacy. It has been quite some time since you were with someone…
Shaking your head you sighed. “It’s alright, he tried though. But I want this mattress.”
Taking note of which one you wanted, you continued down your list and got the rest of the things you needed. Namjoon kept Jungkook a bit away from you, the leader sending cool glares when he got too close. Jin was the one who did most of the talking with you, assisting you in certain items and his thoughts. An hour later and you were heading outside the store with your new belongings expected to be delivered that evening. While Jin was walking with you, Namjoon and Jungkook were following behind. The youngest was sulking while the leader was giving him a side eye. Whatever happened definitely wasn't approved by Namjoon.
'It's probably best if to keep my distance.' You thought, trying to keep some space between you and Jin. The husky sent you a questionable look that you ignored completely. You needed to get everything done before something else happens.
Next on the list was the hybrids themselves and getting them whatever they wanted or needed. You didn’t want them to feel rushed to shop, hence why you grabbed the furniture first. This ensured that they had plenty of time to browse and take a look around at whatever they needed. The store you had seen was not too far away; a mere few stores down was the famous store known for hybrids: Brand New Day.
BND was a large store that was filled to the brim with supplies for any type of Hybrid. It was a staple store in the community, being known for their amazing customer service and embracing acceptance towards all Hybrids. The four of you walked through the glass doors and towards the softer glow of lights that gave the store a warm appearance. The entire place felt like a giant hug; from the soft color scheme to the classic wooden floors. Displays scattered all around the store showcased all sorts of items, you felt lost looking around for a moment- where to even begin?
“Hi, I’m Lisa! Is there anything I can assist you with today?” A young woman approached your group, her hair glossy and as black as night. Her smile was kind, eyes meeting each person in your group. She wore an all black outfit with a beige apron, the BND logo embroidered on the front. Lisa looked relaxed and eager to help, eyes mainly trained on you since you were the owner of the trio.
You smiled back at her. “Hi, yes we need help. You see, I recently adopted my hybrids and…” You trailed off, obviously not knowing where to start. You feared you were going to look like an idiot and maybe even laughed at but the smile never once faltered. Lisa seemed to understand your predicament and give you a reassuring smile.
“I totally understand, it can be overwhelming. Especially if this is your first time.” Sliding her hand into her apron pocket she pulled out a small stack of pamphlets of various colors. “Now, what breed are each of your hybrids?”
You told her their names and their breed and she handed each one a pamphlet of different color. Jungkook had her faltering for a second, eyebrows knitting as she looked at the pamphlets. The wolfdog shifted his feet, gold eyes cast down as the seconds ticked by. Jungkook seemed uncomfortable as Lisa flipped through more pamphlets. You frowned, opening your mouth to ask what was wrong but Lisa was quick to perk up and smile at the two of you.
“Ah, here’s one for general canines and one for wolves! A crossbreed such as his is rare and while these are a good guide to buy the products you need, but Jungkook can absolutely browse and make his own selections. They all can really. These just help answer any questions you may have.” She explained, smiling gently at your group.
It wasn’t hard to tell that Jungkook looked almost embarrassed about the whole thing. And to make matters worse he seemed to be watching your reactions, gauging how you reacted to it. Sending him a soft smile you nodded.
"Thank you for your help!" You truly meant it too; Lisa provided a warm presence and reassurance. The fear of being laughed at or frowned upon for your lack of knowledge was slowly melting away. There was something about her presence that made you feel better.
"It is not a problem, if any of you have any questions don't hesitate to ask! I'll be on the floor if you need to find me." One last cheerful smile and a small bow she made her way back to her associate duties.
The pack was looking around with wide eyes, glancing in every direction. BND certainly had a wide variety of items, which was incredible for those who had owners of different breeds, and easier to find what you were looking for. You were about to ask where they wanted to go to first but held back as you remembered how Namjoon behaved earlier; his iciness when Jungkook behaved in the furniture store was hard to ignore.
'It'll be best if I let them get their own items. Give them space.' You didn't want to cause another incident and have an angry wolf on your hands. Instead you gave each of them a small smile, ignoring the uneasiness you felt of your choice.
"Why don't you guys go and gather what you need? I'll have Lisa open a register for you to place your items as you go." Your voice was light and positive, watching their facial expressions, especially Namjoon's.
Those amber eyes met yours, the corners of his mouth turned ever so slightly down. "Actually-"
"Sounds like a lovely idea, beautiful." Jin smiled at you, grabbing his pack mates arms. "We'll gather what we need. Is there a limit on what you wish to spend?"
"No, gather what you need or want. If it can fit in the car it can be purchased. Have fun!" You quickly turned on your heel, looking for Lisa. You didn't want Jungkook or Namjoon to try to persuade you to linger. Besides you assured yourself that they would love the space to shop freely without you hovering.
Spotting the raven haired woman, you explained your plan to her: leaving the trio inside the store to shop while you ran out to get a new phone. You were vague, explaining that your previous one was damaged from being left on top of the car. Whether she believed your or not did not matter and she only smiled and promised to keep an eye on the trio while you were out.
Exiting the store you nearly jogged to the phone store located several stores down. Not too far to cause worry and only a few minutes to walk to. Once inside you got down to business, determined to finish everything up as soon as possible.
Which happened to take over an hour.
You had to close your old account and open a new one with a whole new number (you claimed you had a stalker named Jackson) and decided to add three more lines to your account. What took you the longest was picking out which color phone to give to which hybrid. It was so slow in the store that several phone service representatives began to vote for colors for each hybrid (you did have fun with that though) and settled on three new colors along with one for you.
Once they were set up, you were handed a bag and free to dash back to Brand New Day, mentally praying that nothing bad had happened. However opening the glass door you stumbled upon a heartbreaking scene.
Jungkook was alone and curling in on himself, tail tucked between his legs, merle ears so low you could hardly see them from his fluffy hair. Soft whines poured from his hunched figure, back starting to shake. Lisa was next to him, her words soft as she tired to calm the canine down. She didn't touch him however; she was attempting at keeping his personal space for his own sake. But her words were falling on deaf ears.
Your heart splintered at the site of the hybrid shaking and turning his head to the side and away from Lisa and the door. A single tear rolled down his cheek, lips trembled as another whine came through. He sounded almost as if he was going to start howling. A wave of worry finally got you rushing forward, sliding towards your hybrid.
“Jungook?” Your voice was high pitched, the worry leaking out into the open. Your own eyes were wide with worry as you tried to make your way towards the hybrid.
Hearing your voice he snapped his head to you, his ears perked up and twitched at the sound of your voice. Gold eyes brimming with tears. It only took a millisecond before you were nearly tackled. Strong arms encased you close and tightly as though you’d disappear if he loosened his grip. His nose was pressed into the crook of your neck, breathing in deeply before he sighed. “Couldn’t find you. I kept looking. Thought you left.” Although his words were muffled in your skin, you could hear them perfectly clear.
‘Was he left behind before?’ You had to wonder if this was something he had experienced, given that it was the first thing he thought of when he couldn’t see you. The mere thought had you holding him just as tight, a hand running through his locks. “I’m sorry, I had to grab something. Besides I can’t leave, not without my hybrids.”
Your eyes met Lisa and you mouthed a thank you to her, and she smiled back and nodded to the register where you spotted a confused looking Jin setting some clothes down and heading over to the two of you. "Jungkook? Y/n? What happened?" The concern in his voice had you feeling a little safer; knowing he was worried about you was almost reassuring in a way you couldn't explain.
"I had to run an errand, Jungkook couldn't find me and thought I left you guys..." You trialed off, feeling guilt eat at you now. You honestly didn't think it was going to take that long to get everything done, thankfully he only just realized that you were gone.
Jungkook peeked up from your neck and looked at Jin, the two staring at one another for a few moments before Jin sighed. "I'm glad to see your okay, Y/n." His lips curled down however, eyebrows knitting as his bright blue eyes pierced into yours. "However, you need to tell us next time. What if something were to happen? We wouldn't know where you were or went to."
His tone wasn't condescending, but there was authority behind it. An order of sorts. It had you looking down, feeling small and weak for a moment. "I told Lisa, I wanted you guys to have some shopping and fun without me breathing down your necks."
Hearing this had the pair of hybrids looking at you with confusion, Jungkook pulling away from you. His lips parted and whether he had a questions or statement you wouldn't find out; Namjoon's voice broke the three of you out of the quiet stare down you guys had going on.
"I think we got everything we need." The ashy haired wolf approached the group, eyes lingering on everyone with an eyebrow raised. Seeing the questionable look you jumped away from Jungkook, creating some distance from yourself and the others.
"If you guys got what you needed we can pay and head out." Ducking your head, you headed towards the register where Lisa stood with a smile. Everything was rung up and ready to go, two shopping carts filled with items the hybrids had picked out. With a quick good day your group left; Jungkook and Jin pushing the carts towards the car while you gripped the single shopping bag from earlier.
"Y/n?" Namjoon was standing right behind you, his deep voice making you freeze on the spot. Slowly you turned and looked at him with eyes slightly large.
You managed to squeak out a 'yes?' and stare at the wolf, wondering what he was going to do. Was he going to go off on your for what happened in the furniture store? Or for leaving and making Jungkook upset? You were on the verge of fidgeting the longer he looked at you. Those eyes scanning over your every feature making your heart beat faster. It was soft, barely heart but you know you did: Namjoon let out a soft whine in the back of his throat, his hand quickly reaching out for one of yours.
"What's wrong?" He sounded concerned, his voice coming out in a hush. His thumb was brushing slow circles on the back of your hand, the gentle action helping quiet your hammering heart. "Did something happen?"
"I... I just thought you guys would want space as a pack." You wanted to kick yourself for sounding so weak and quiet. It seemed to be happening a lot as of late and it bothered you a bit. Closing your eyes you decided to be honest and not dance around the bush. "After all that happened today, I thought it was what you wanted. You seemed upset at the furniture store-"
"Oh angel." Namjoon cut you off with a sigh, his hand pulling you closer. Your eyes snapped open, meeting his gaze head on. The new nickname had your cheeks turning rosy. "I'm not upset. At least, not with you. Jungkook... he did something that I disapproved of." Reading your confused expression he only brought your hand up to his mouth, pressing his lips to the back of it, breathing your scent in deeply. "I'll explain once you read our files, angel."
When you only nodded he raised an eyebrow at you, not pleased with no verbal response. He raised his eyebrow for a second before his teeth nipped at your knuckles playfully, making you leap back and scowl. "Fine, yes!" He laughed at your response, gently pulling you towards the car.
"Let's get the groceries and head home." He laughed again, and looking up you spotted dimples with his wide smile. Grinning back at him you nodded in agreement with only one thought on your mind: You really liked how he said 'home'.
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It was eerily quiet in the large vehicle. The soft sound of the heater flowing through the vents from the front seat would have created a beautiful little bubble in the car. If it weren’t for the two passengers sitting in the back seats, shivering in their thin jackets. They learned quickly that the vents were either broken or the driver simply refused to turn the back vents on. The teasing of the heat that barely reached them would have created a sour mood. But not today.
No, today was indeed a perfect day in their eyes. And no amount of cold could dampen the light that their eyes held as they watched the large city come into view. Towering skyscrapers twinkling in the late afternoon, their lights illuminating the grays and whites from all around. The lights seemed to glow brighter as if sensing their hopeful hearts. He pressed his head against the glass, ignoring the biting chill of the surface and watched with wide eyes as the world around them zoomed by. What would they look like? For months he had envisioned what their savior would look like. He wondered what their hobbies were, their favorites, he wanted to know it all.
The daydream came to an abrupt halt much like the car that screeched to a stop on the side of the road, right outside of an apartment complex. It towered and loomed over the pair as they stared with mouths slightly agape. Was this the place? Was this where they were meant to go? The company gave them zero information on the matter with the exception of one name.
“Get out.”
The driver’s voice was as cold as the winter winds. Beady, dark eyes glaring at the two from the rearview mirror. One hand was gripping the wheel and the other was on the gear shift. He wanted them out as soon as possible. Obviously he wasn’t a fan of hybrids. It was a common occurrence but still the hate in his eyes had the pair tensing up.
“B-but which one do we-” The eldest tried to speak up, the cool glare already rattling his nerves. Even his sensitive ears he could hear the insecurity and softness in his words. He wanted to sound brave for his pack but it was hard when his own heartbeat betrayed him. He could have spoken up, perhaps sound stronger but those words died on his lips as the man in front of them laughed. It was scratchy and deep, full of mockery.
“Like I care. I was told to deliver you two here, nothing more, nothing less. So get out. Now.” He tapped the gas pedal once, cackling as the vehicle bucked forward sending the pair forward into the front seats.
Anger brewed inside but he knew arguing with the older man would only cause problems. Gripping his younger brother's hand he gently pulled him out the doors and into the cold winter air. The lightweight jackets they wore were no match for the icy winds and snowflakes that whipped around them. The moment the door was closed the car screeched off and out of sight.
“H-hyung, what now?” Arms crossed over his chest, the youngest leaned into the eldest to try and get warm. Pointed ears flattened against his head and bushy tail wrapping around himself as protection. “Sh-sh-should we kn-knock?”
They both knew that wouldn't work. At least not for them; two hybrids knocking on every door would only have Hybrid Protective Services called. And going back was not an option, at least not for them. Being homeless and living on the street would have been better than returning. Anything would have been better than returning to their company.
Today was supposed to be the start of a new life for them. A new chapter with possibilities and hope for a better future. A fresh start. Was this all a joke? Fear began to creep in as the thought of this all being one large prank grew; giving the two of them one last bit of hope only to have it ripped from them. It was very possible, knowing their company, and the thought had the eldest almost spiraling when a soft voice broke the chain of thoughts.
“Are you two from Faux Inc?”
A young woman stood behind them, shocking the pair for a moment. Dark hair was glittered in snow flakes, with equally dark eyes watching the two with curiosity and, from what they could tell, hope. She wore a professional pantsuit with a thick outer coat to help protect against the harsh weather. The air she had was calm and collected, though not cool- she was someone who felt dependable, a safe place to land.
The youngest perked up, tail wagging at the young woman. “Are you Mr. Takoda?” There was a hint of desperation in his voice, fingers gripping his hyung’s jacket.
She smiled and swallowed the giggle that tried to escape and shook her head. “I’m afraid not. My name is Soojin Seo, I was one of his three assistants. I was informed by your late owner to provide you with a home for a while, letting his niece get settled in before escorting you both to the home.”
“Late owner? Mr. Takoda has passed?” The eldest blinked in surprise, turning to the other. This was not something that they were told.
“That is correct. However do not worry; his niece will be your new owner. She is slowly adjusting with the changes.” Soojin smiled at the two softly, knowing this was a confusing situation. She could only do her best to help the pair while under her temporary care. Takoda was a well planned out man; she had her instructions and would follow them perfectly. “While she is getting settled, you two will be with me for a bit.” As she spoke she walked towards a large white SUV, gracing them with a reassuring smile. “I can answer all your questions to the best of my ability on the way back to my home. I’ll do my best to ensure your safety and happiness.”
The two shared a look with the same thought bouncing between the two of them: they had nothing left to lose anyway. Perhaps it was blind trust and the cold, or maybe it was the desperation of wanting a home. Regardless the pair climbed into the warm car, their hands clasped together as questions crept to the tip of their tongues.
My heart aches for his family, Astro and their beautiful Aroha. Moonbin was a beautiful soul and human and I ache for all those that have been impacted by this tragedy. There are no words that can begin to describe how difficult this is for everyone, and I am deeply sorry for your loss.
Please, if you ever feel down or alone I’m begging you to reach out. You are never a burden. You are never unwanted. I know it’s hard. I know life can kick you so hard you never want to get back up. But I’m on my knees begging you to keep going. If you need to talk come to me. I’ll do my best to create a safe haven here for you.
Sorry it’s been a while, life is crazy and I’ve been taking it day by day 😅 just wanted to thank everyone for sticking around and still looking into my story! It is 80% completed and an update should be taking place within the week! I’m incredibly excited to write again and can’t wait to share it with all of you 💜
The Order of Fire is the oldest and strongest generation of knights to exist in Faywyn, a line of pureblood dragons that keep watch over the Stainad Empire.
It's every knight's dream to fight by their side, to be noticed by them, because it sometimes happens - though rarely - that a talented human becomes a dragon's partner and gets promoted to the castle.
Such is my dream, though I know better than to take it seriously. The knights who receive that honor are amongst the best in the Order of Steel and I am far from their level as of now.
But I digress, let me introduce myself properly.
I am a new knight recruit and my name is Y/N Aithne Shields, at your service.
This right here is my new obsession. I’ve been gone for a long time and this brought back a spark of wanting to write again. Ughhh it’s so good and I adore this MC and her strength. The world that’s being unveiled has so many possibilities and I am so excited to see what lies ahead for these characters 🤩 another great story from another beautiful author
If you like fantasy, dragons, and a good soul mate story, this is your cup of tea. Definitely worth keeping tabs on and rereading- I’m currently rereading it once more 🥰
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“Y/N!”.
Namjoon and I barely have time to enter the shelter that Yoongi is already picking me off my feet to spin us in circle, his face burrowed into my neck with a deep inhale of my scent, his own peppermint bursting with happy pheromones that make me giggle happily.
Namjoon walks around us to join Jin’s side, a handshake shared between the two of them before they bring their gaze back to us, one pair of eyes with a little drop of jealousy within while the other’s simply content to see friends reunited.
“I missed you, a week felt like an eternity since I was so used to seeing you everyday” the cat complains as he finally settles me back on the floor, hands cupping my cheeks with a pout on his cute lips, eyes shining with relief because Namjoon didn’t lie, he really brought me here to see him.
I allow myself to lean into his warmth with an eye smile that makes the cat’s stomach flutter, then step back with an excited jump, too eager to show him my new things to stay still.
“I missed you too, Yoonie. But look! Namjoon took me shopping today and now I have my own clothes! And I have a phone! And a necklace that serves as a tag since he didn’t want me to have a collar like most hybrids!” I chirp while twirling in front of him and Jin to show off because I’m just so excited!
Yoongi feels his soul sway with endearment as he watches me twirl with pride, my beauty somehow increasing whenever he sees me, he doesn’t know how I do it but he doesn’t tire of it, he could never.
Jin chuckles at the sight, he never misses the adoration that flashes in the cat’s eyes whenever he gazes at me and he can see the same in Namjoon’s eyes, it makes him happy, maybe even gleeful, he can’t help but feel curious about what the future may hold for us.
“You look beautiful, honey. I take it that things went well between the two of you? You look comfortable together” the human muses gently, words that put an end to my twirling before I stare at him with a frown, feet stomping his way before I stop in front of his towering body.
“You not letting him know beforehand caused me a lot of stress, Jin! I only shifted yesterday because I wasn’t sure how he would take it and even then, he caught me before I was ready to show myself, it was scary! You shouldn’t do that again, it’s not good” I scold him seriously and he loses his smile slowly as I make my anger known to him.
Jin glances at Namjoon who meets his gaze with a pinched smile, it indeed could’ve been handled better. He wouldn’t have refused me upon hearing that I’m a hybrid, he simply would’ve prepared a little bit more so that he would welcome not a dog, but a person into his home.
He still feels bad about the dog food.
“Ah… right, I didn’t think about how you would feel. I’m sorry, Y/N, I shouldn’t have done that. I just had a feeling that Namjoon was the one for you so I didn’t think much of it, I’ll be sure to be careful from now on” he apologizes sincerely with a hand on my head and I calm down slightly, it did end up going well after all so… I can probably forgive him this time.
“You shouldn’t do that for other hybrids, Jin, don’t do it again, okay?” I still utter, just to be sure, and he promises with a smile and a ruffle to my hair before having a look at my necklace, the gold medallion engraved on both sides, one with Namjoon’s contacts while the other shows a flower that I chose myself, a pretty tulip.
“This is lovely, honey, it fits you, as does your outfit. You look happy” he states softly before stepping back to have a look at me and my owner, a grin on his lips when the latter wraps a protective arm around me to keep me close when Yoongi hovers near, hands jittery as he tries to get a hold of me again, which bothers Namjoon greatly.
Yoongi liked the giant human when he said that he would bring me here again, but now he’s not so sure anymore. Why did he pull me away from him with such a possessive squeeze of my waist?
Who is he to keep Yoongi from loving me?
The cat frowns at Namjoon before grabbing my hand anyway with a little pull that catches my attention, ears twitchy as I notice his insistent pout. Yoongi doesn’t like being ignored for too long and this is exactly what’s going on here, it makes me step slightly out of Namjoon’s hold, something that displeases the man yet pleases the cat.
I turn to look at Namjoon with a smile. “I’ll go play with Yoongi, that’s why we came here, right? I can go?” I ask, and though his guts urge him to keep me within sight, his instincts stating that Yoongi isn’t seeing me as a simple friend - he should’ve noticed that first day - he plasters a small smile over his face anyway before nodding his head.
It would be weird of him to change his mind when he was the one offering to come here so I could see the cat. He’ll just have to suck it up for now.
“Sure, you can go, sweet pup. I’ll stay here with Seokjin so… you know where to find me” he says halfheartedly and I quickly rub my cheek against his bicep before running off with Yoongi glued to me, our hands linked as we head to his room where we usually spend most of our time.
His POV
I stare at the doorway for a bit longer before moving my gaze to Seokjin when I hear him chuckle to himself, knowing eyes creasing at me as he crosses his arms over his chest, his weight leaning over the edge of his desk.
“Isn’t she the sweetest? She’s got character but she’s fun, right?” he muses and I huff lightly before nodding my head, that she sure is.
“She’s full of energy and she’s always got a comeback to hit you with, that’s true, but she’s also adorable no matter what she does, she’s perfect” I admit, to which his smile widens with a pleased hum.
“You’re already starting to fall for her, aren’t you? I saw the way you stared at Yoongi, how you tried to keep her from him, without success must I add. The kitten is tenacious, he won’t give up on her just because you adopted her” he chirps and I grumble under my breath, tongue swiping against the inside of my cheek as I stare at the empty doorway once more.
This man is too observant, I’d rather not have him poke at my feelings like this before I can even do it myself, but since he approached the subject first…
“What about her? Does she like him too?” I ask lowly, eyebrows furrowed under the weight of concern, my nerves acting up against my will because it’s possible that he says yes, but to that, he simply shrugs in dismissal.
“I’m not sure. Y/N is affectionate but she doesn’t really have such a good understanding of her own emotions sometimes, I put the blame on the childhood she had. If you’re kind with her, she’ll naturally be more inclined to be cuddly with you, but I don’t know if she can make the difference between romance and friendship when it matters.
So does she like Yoongi the way he likes her? Perhaps, she always lets him get his way with her, even when he’s being an annoying brat while I get scolded for behaving the same way, she’s a big softie for him” he says with a chuckle, words that make my heart sink in my stomach, have I already lost before I could even begin?
“But” he adds before staring at me with interest.
“She has those soft, pretty little eyes when she stares at you. I can see that you make her feel safe, cared for, yet at the same time, you need her, which must make her want to take care of you as well. That’s different from what Yoongi gives her. I’m not diminishing the affection she has for the cat, her emotions are valid whether she understands them or not, I’m just saying that you have a part of her heart too. As I said the first time, Y/N has a lot of love to give”.
I sigh and nod my head, it’s true that her reaction to Seokjin isn’t the same as the one she had to Yoongi when we first came in, I guess that’s why I felt the need to keep her closer and away from him. She melted in his touch the same way she melts in mine and I felt threatened.
She has such a tight grip on my heart already when it’s only been a day of knowing her a hybrid, what will it be like in weeks? Months? Will she gain the power to break me apart if she decides to leave me behind to love Yoongi one day?
“Don’t worry too much, Namjoon. Dogs are loyal, her being half-human doesn’t erase those traits, quite on the contrary. She won’t leave you behind, you’re already most likely the most important person to her right now. You’re her owner, and dogs always end up falling in love with their owner” Seokjin states so calmly that it makes me frown in contemplation.
“Always? So what, even if I treated her badly, she would still end up loving me?” I ask bitterly, such a scenario one I know to happen way too often in too many houses, it’s a question that makes his face fall into a saddened expression.
“Always, Namjoon. That’s why it’s important for people like me who own hybrid shelters to make sure they end up in deserving hands. It’s so, so easy to make them into miserable hybrids if their owner isn’t chosen carefully” he murmurs with a gaze that lets me know how serious he is about this, he only wants the best for the hybrids under his care and… it does make a hint of pride flutter in my chest because I was chosen for her, he didn’t hesitate about me.
He turns his gaze my way and gives me a small, worried smile.
“Just… don’t go thinking that her love for you isn’t sincere for the simple reason that it was going to happen anyway. Y/N loves with her whole heart and soul, but it in turn makes her that much more fragile. She was abandoned once already, she’ll most likely be a little bit more careful before she reaches the point of trusting you blindly so please don’t dismiss her love for some basic animal instincts, she’s much more than that”.
I remain silent at his gentle plea, his care for her obvious in the way it creates soft creases on his face. It’s true that knowing that this love would grow either way does disturb me a little but… he’s also right in the way that she’s much more than simple animal instincts.
I’ll just have to focus on the fact that she’ll get to love someone who will treat her right, someone who will take good care of her more than I should focus on the fact that she would still find it in her to love an abusive owner.
There’s also the matter of her being abandoned once that bothers me.
I think back to earlier at the mall, to the way she kept looking at me with a nervous twitch of her ears whenever there would be distance between us, and even before we entered the mall, the terrified glow in her eyes enough to make me hold a protective stance around her.
Was she left on her own in that kind of environment? Left alone in a sea of strangers with no way to find her way back home?
“How…” I hesitate on how to formulate the entire question, it feels so wrong to say, the words ones that my soul rejects wholeheartedly, how could anyone do such a thing to a sweet pup like her?
“You want to know how I found her” Seokjin asks for me and I release a breath, that’s a much better one than what I had in mind. The man sighs before looking up with a shake of the head, like the memory still angers him.
“Strangely enough, it was at the grocery store, from when I went on a vacation two years ago. Where was that… ah. Jeju Island. Figured the sea would be a nice change of scenery from the forest surrounding our town, you know? Anyway, one day when I went to buy food for the week, I found her crying on her own in the middle of the shop.
She was wearing those… old, dirty clothes and walking around every aisles searching for her owners with that little box of pasta in her hands. I helped her search for them and then waited with her for an hour, that’s when I understood that she was probably brought there so they could get rid of her by asking her to go get something before fleeing, she was… heartbroken”.
I clench my fists tightly at the mention of her pain, face neutral as I glare at the wall, chin jutted out as I grit my teeth together. That explains a few things then.
“Did you ever find out who were her previous owners?” I ask somberly and when he nods, I make sure to remember every single words he’s going to say because I’m sure as hell not letting this go unpunished.
“It wasn’t that hard to find out, there was only one place where you could find hybrids in that town, a family of breeders who kept the hybrids outside like animals. I heard from some locals that they would force her mother to get pregnant once in a while from a different male before sending him away to bring in another one. I think Y/N was too rowdy for them, she was playful and would often engage into fights with her siblings to pass the time, that’s probably why they got rid of her. They saw her as problematic, she could… damage the goods.
I went there near the end of my stay and got them to sign a paper stating that they gave me full permission to take her back with me, I wanted to make sure they wouldn’t start a legal fight when they were the ones who abandoned her in the first place, then I brought her here with me. Yoongi was thrilled to get company and he was also the only one who could match her level of playfulness. He helped her to get over her pain like only he could, I saw her cry many times in his arms before she started to get better”.
Y/N’s giggles as she runs away from a chasing Yoongi reach our ears and I exhale deeply, jaw relaxing as I try to clear up the messy knot forming in my heart. Of course she would get attached to the cat if he was the one to take care of her at the time.
I run a hand through my hair before nodding lightly, the matter of the heart one that can wait for later. For now… I’ll be sure to deal with that family sometime this week, they won’t have a single clue what hit them when morning comes.
Y/N suddenly comes running into our room before spinning around me, her breathing loud as it merges with laughter, hands grabbing onto my own while she hides behind me when Yoongi stops in front of us, out of breath and with a wide gummy smile on his face, eyes bright with joy.
I can’t help the huffed laugh that leaves me at the sight, his ears standing tall on his head and his tail waving excitedly behind him, I guess he looks kind of cute when he’s smiling like this.
“Yoongi is threatening me with tickles, Namjoon, you have to save me” my sweet pup demands and I feel my lips twitch into a grin. “He won’t give up until he’s tickled me until I pee and I don’t want that, I can’t even tickle him to defend myself because he’s not ticklish” she continues at my silence, her body shifting around me when the cat begins to circle me.
“That would be terrible indeed, what do you want me to do?” I ask her with a hum, and she squeals with a jump when Yoongi makes a quick step forward to scare her, his giggles echoing in the room while Seokjin stares at us with a strange light in his eyes as he observes from a distance.
“Pick me up, pick me up” she stresses into a screech with her hands clinging onto my arms when Yoongi finally manages to touch her waist, and it’s with pure delight that I pick her up before holding her to my chest, her legs closing around my hips and a yelp past her lips when Yoongi doesn’t let that stop him, mischief in his eyes as he begins tickling her sides, and occasionally mine when his fingers slip.
I make the mistake of hissing at his touch once, my nerves tingling at the feather touch that is his and Yoongi suddenly decides to make me part of his ‘tickling until you pee’ mission as well, which has me beginning to run away from him with a screaming Y/N in my arms, a ridiculous scene that makes the only calm person in the room laugh in amusement from the safety of his desk.
“I’ll protect you, sweetie - oh shit that really tickles - I’ll- I’ll protect you” I promise as I become the sole victim of his dangerous fingers, my dislike for the cat melting like sugar over fire as their laughter fills the room with happiness.
Yeah, I’ll worry about this heart of mine later. For now…
Summary: Becoming a best selling thriller author? Part of the plan. Living in the city and isolating yourself from everyone? Part of the plan. Inheriting your late uncles home in the woods, his sassy assistant and fortune after he died mysteriously? Not part of the plan. Oh, and he failed to mention the 7 ‘surprises’ he left you as well. And come to think of it… was his death an accident? Or is your imagination going wild again?
Genre: Hybrid!AU
Warnings (if bolded then this chapter contains these elements) : Fluff, Hurt, Comfort, Angst, Death, Abuse, Smut, Violence, Dom/Sub, Non-Con Elements, Slow Burn, Trauma
Rating: M 18+
WC: ~7k
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Nervous.
It was a feeling he knew all too well. He had been nervous when taking the assessments and exams. He had been nervous when he was placed in his first home. He had been nervous when heading back to the facility after failing, wondering what his future held. He had been nervous when they were unceremoniously dropped off in front of this home which, to be quite frank, would be their last. But this nervousness was quite different from the others.
Summary: Becoming a best selling thriller author? Part of the plan. Living in the city and isolating yourself from everyone? Part of the plan. Inheriting your late uncles home in the woods, his sassy assistant and fortune after he died mysteriously? Not part of the plan. Oh, and he failed to mention the 7 ‘surprises’ he left you as well. And come to think of it… was his death an accident? Or is your imagination going wild again?
Genre: Hybrid!AU
Warnings (if bolded then this chapter contains these elements) : Fluff, Hurt, Comfort, Angst, Death, Abuse, Smut, Violence, Dom/Sub, Non-Con Elements, Slow Burn, Trauma
Rating: M 18+
WC: ~7k
Tag List: OPEN- DM only! From here on out DM only - I might lose you in the comments <3 If I missed your tag please DM me so I can ensure you’re on the list (:
Notes: A huge shoutout to @imnotlauriane- starting this chapter was tricky but you helped me loads <3 And thank you to everyone who has taken an interest and given feedback! I read every bit and try my best to reply to everyone <3
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Nervous.
It was a feeling he knew all too well. He had been nervous when taking the assessments and exams. He had been nervous when he was placed in his first home. He had been nervous when heading back to the facility after failing, wondering what his future held. He had been nervous when they were unceremoniously dropped off in front of this home which, to be quite frank, would be their last. But this nervousness was quite different from the others.
“It is said that the night sky is made up of tiny wishes that humans were never able to fulfill. That the stars only became bright by the fulfillment of those wishes. In your eyes, the stars that shine never seemed real, your childhood wishes dark and dim as you grow. But now, now you understand the twinkle in their eyes as they look down at you.”
Summary: Your experiences told you that soulmates were something you would never have the pleasure of having; something not given to you because of who you are, despite the soulmark that resides on your inner left wrist. During your solo trip to Los Angeles, you find out that you are more than capable, that your soulmates had been waiting for you for a long time, and would not be letting you go anytime soon.
Warnings: mental illness, talk of disability, lots of angst, miscommunication, feelings of depression, feelings of isolation, polyamory bts, stalking, dangerous behavior, eventual smut,
Chapter Warnings: some anxious feelings, feelings of being perceived, protective bangtan, mention of safe foods, judgmental front desk clerks, not too much going on,
Jimin can’t help but let out a cry of defeat as Jungkook, Jin, and Hoseok grow triumphant grins and move to your side. You feel bad for the man, still holding onto your hand as you squeeze it in your grasp.
“You can sit next to me when we eat, if you want.” You offer to the upset singer, only for him to grin and begin to brag to the others that you were his buddy for lunch.
Yoongi, despite being a little upset he couldn’t go with you, let Jungkook take his spot next to you, loving the excitement on the maknae’s face as he goes to hold your hand, jumping on the balls of his feet as he waits for Jin and Hoseok to get ready to go.
Warnings: nsfw content! (blood, gore, etc.) This story will contain themes of major horror/psychological horror and also explore obsessive behaviors and codependency. Many characters are morally gray. Please be warned! Reminder that this story in no way, shape, or form reflects the actual ideals of the members of bts, their likeness is being used but that’s all.
Summary: Fresh out of school with your psychology license, you would have never guessed your first job would be to take care of those who hide in the dark… The Nightmares.
Find my Main Masterlist here! ♥️
Nsfw/18+ 💋, Fluff 🌸, Angst 🥀, Horror 👻
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Main Story:
(Small note that the parts are not listed in chronological order on purpose ♥️)
Nightmare!Hoseok could do the most shameful things to me and I'd say please and thank you 😩
This series is by far one of my favorites, I've been reading Red Lights for some time now and I LOVE the entire world that Candi has built. Like these species are so cool, terrifying, hot and sexy like Hobi can come and get it any day hmu wing boi, and the story overall is a thrill to read. I love the chemistry between everyone and mystery surrounding the story.
(Idk if you remember but I'm the anon that had the Jackson Wang dream, had to be his doctor and he wouldn't stop partying 😅🤣)
Summary: Becoming a best selling thriller author? Part of the plan. Living in the city and isolating yourself from everyone? Part of the plan. Inheriting your late uncles home in the woods, his sassy assistant and fortune after he died mysteriously? Not part of the plan. Oh, and he failed to mention the 7 'surprises' he left you as well. And come to think of it... was his death an accident? Or is your imagination going wild again?
Genre: Hybrid!AU
Warnings (if bolded then this chapter contains these elements) : Fluff, Hurt, Comfort, Angst, Death, Abuse, Smut, Violence, Dom/Sub, Non-Con Elements, Slow Burn, Trauma
Rating: M 18+
WC: ~7k
Tag List: OPEN- DM only! From here on out DM only - I might lose you in the comments <3 If I missed your tag please DM me so I can ensure you’re on the list (:
Notes: A huge shoutout to @imnotlauriane- starting this chapter was tricky but you helped me loads <3 And thank you to everyone who has taken an interest and given feedback! I read every bit and try my best to reply to everyone <3
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Nervous.
It was a feeling he knew all too well. He had been nervous when taking the assessments and exams. He had been nervous when he was placed in his first home. He had been nervous when heading back to the facility after failing, wondering what his future held. He had been nervous when they were unceremoniously dropped off in front of this home which, to be quite frank, would be their last. But this nervousness was quite different from the others.
Because of you.
Namjoon was an alpha. The head alpha of his pack to be precise, and he could steel his emotions and be reserved if need be. All those times before? He wore a cold and hardened face; a mask that shared no secrets or emotions. Absolute ice. His eyes alone could either freeze or burn someone with a single glance.
Until it came to his pack.
Jin and Jungkook were accepted quite easily but even they were kept at a distance for a while. His trust had been torn down but the pair were patient and gained his trust as the days lead to months. It took time but they could see beneath his mask and loved him all the same.
But you, oh you already had his heart pounding against his chest. There was no mask when it came to you, he quickly discovered, and he felt almost like an open book. No matter how he tried to steel his face one look at you and it was crumbling down. Those soft eyes of yours, a color he now declared his favorite, were looking between himself and Jin as that adorable blush from earlier began to die down.
‘Pity, she looks cute with those red cheeks…’ Jin’s voice echoed in Namjoon’s mind, a smirk playing on his lips. His tone held a mock of sadness. When you caught Jin’s eyes your face flushed once again. ‘There we go. Look at how beautiful she is.’
‘Don’t mess with our poor girl, she’s already nervous enough as it is.’ Namjoon lightly scolded the other male, a small smile of his own appearing when you looked at him. It was to help soothe the nerves he felt coming off of you. ‘You and Jungkook’s teasing is going to make her uncomfortable.’
He would have joined in himself, in fact his animal instincts wanted nothing more than to tease and play with their new mate. But he had to play the referee and ensure you were comfortable and secure. The other two might play their little games but Namjoon wanted to help you feel at ease- your comfort a top priority of his.
It were moments like these where Namjoon was thankful for the mate mind link, a way to communicate mentally to one's mate. It was useful for many different reasons, and could also be quite entertaining; they’ve had their fair share of fun with the mind link. Especially Jin being a tease. He just wishes you could share that link with them right then and there. It might be a possibility, however a human sharing the link wasn’t something he has heard of. In fact a human mate was rare all on it’s own. Research needed to be done...
But you weren’t going to know this, not for a while at least. The pack could see the way you were drawn to them just as much as they were to you; the way you were at ease with them from the get-go, how you subconsciously leaned towards them without you even realizing. Namjoon could see your eyes flickering from your hands to theirs that you craved their touch. And he would want nothing more than to give you what you wanted. Jin even had hard time letting go of your hand once they entered the living room, the other alpha’s fingers twitching at the loss of your contact.
He could tell by the way you acted you have never owned a hybrid nor been around them closely. Which also meant you didn’t know that you were their mate, something the pack could agree on. The small interactions were enough to tell them that you didn’t know and why confusion was always hidden just underneath your scent. They must be the first hybrids you truly interacted with...
Except for the feline, Wonjo or whatever his name was. The alpha almost snarled at the idea of anyone getting too close to you- just the fact that the pesky cat messed with your scent was enough to nearly have his instincts take over. But Namjoon was able to calm himself, having you in his sight helped ground him. You were safe and at home.
Home... a word Namjoon kept using but even he knew the debate on whether they stayed was up to you. And your thoughts on their files. He wanted this to be home, wanted you to be home.
When Namjoon first arrived at the large home in the woods it was empty, no owner to greet them, not a single soul alive inside the building. They were quite literally dumped at the front step, one single backpack they shared tossed in the snow, and their facilities van sped off without looking back. Not that any of them would chase after it; they’d sooner live in the woods then go back to that hell hole.
He remembers the confusion as they wandered inside. Usually there were rules that owners gave them or even requirements before stepping a single foot into the home. From the get-go it was odd and everything had his senses on high alert for an attack or something until Jungkook found an envelope addressed to Namjoon himself on the counter. It was detailed, pages long, and he could see that their original owner, Takoda Spades, put his honest and pure heart into every word. The instructions were simple: wait for Y/n Spades to return. He told them a lot about you, one of the pages being entirely about the type of person you were and how his pack would be very well protected and safe.
However the man was still a stranger and he had a pack to care for.
Namjoon had his doubts; Takoda Spades was a stranger to him and his pack. His words may have been moving, his actions speaking nothing short of kindness, but Namjoon still had to remain wary of everyone around them. And just as the letter explained, a young man delivered some boxes to the front door.
Namjoon was shifted at the time, walking around the woods in deep thought when he heard the car approaching. He remained hidden in the dark wood with his eyes fixated as boxes upon boxes were placed on the door steps. He was quick, pausing a little to look at the house before quickly leaving.
Wise man.
The letter explained that this man, a name Namjoon didn’t even bother remembering, was going to be delivering Y/n’s belongings every week until about the end of the month, in which she should be arriving. Takoda explained that it was to help not only his niece adjust but to allow the hybrids to get to know her scent. He had done research and learned that the more familiar a hybrid was to someone’s scent the more friendlier they would feel and become. That alone had Namjoon feeling much more at ease. To slowly introduce a scent was better than being tossed at it- something many humans never think of.
Namjoon had quickly gone around back to the mudroom, shifting and getting dressed when something so sweet hit his nose. He remembered feeling his animal side perk up immediately at the scent, so sweet and mouth watering, he headed straight to the kitchen to see what Jin was cooking up. However it was empty and his two mates were nowhere near the kitchen or even the living room. He traced the scent to the foyer and froze at the scene that greeted him.
All the boxes were placed inside as per the letter instructed however some of them were opened and completely missing. Namjoon continued the hunt, the scent getting stronger and stronger until he reached the master bedroom. A bedroom that was designed for their owner, that much they were sure of, and a bedroom he ordered none of them go into for that reason. The doors were wide open and the flash of irritation he had felt was gone at the soft sight before him.
Jin stood close to the door, arms crossed as he shook his head though his tail was swaying softly. Blue eyes were focused on Jungkook who was curled up in the middle of the bed, a nest messily and quickly made out of the blankets, gold eyes glazed over as rumble after rumble left his chest; he was more feline than canine in that moment.
The youngest was on a scent high; clearly in his alpha headspace. The room was drowning in the sweet scent and Namjoon found himself breathing it in heavily, memorizing each note it contained. Sweet, fresh, with a dash of spice- a bakery built and designed just for them.
Their little mate.
As the weeks went on the bedroom became a nest as their instincts were going haywire- having your addicting scent without your actual presence had their own animal instincts acting up; Jungkook was heavily nesting in the bedroom, Jin began to pace and write down his own meals that were designed for female mates, while Namjoon began to patrol the woods for any intruders and to keep the home safe. Their instincts were heightened as they waited for their mate.
And today finally arrived.
Their nerves were everywhere and it was agreed a good run in the woods would help use up some of the energy, before heading back to clean up the mess of your items (Jungkook was shameless in dragging out your clothes; Namjoon began to read the books that came each week; Jin chastised both males but was no better). Jin had been excited about for weeks about a welcoming meal where they would be able to finally have you where you belonged. They each imagined how beautiful the scene would play out, eager to get their little mate safely into their arms.
However the scene was nothing they had imagined: Namjoon walked in to see their beautiful mate on the stairs, an upset Jungkook behind her and Jin in front, trying to ease the situation. Namjoon wanted to run up to you and carry you into the nest. The need to comfort and protect you was running strong, but the scent of the feline predator held him back as insecurity set in and he realized why Jungkook was acting the way he did.
Were you already mated? Were they too late? His feelings were going haywire for a brief moment but the role as leader took over as he quickly confronted everyone with a steady mind and voice. Or at least he tried, but when your beautiful eyes met his he could feel the bond setting in and knew you were drawn to them just as much. He just hopes Jungkook didn’t push you too far or scare you away with how he acted. Jin held back by the skin of his teeth, but Jungkook acted by instinct from the second he sensed you.
The youngest was by far the more protective and possessive of them all. Namjoon worried that Jungkook’s extroverted actions could have led you to regret stepping foot in the house. Although they could pick up on your scent becoming deliciously sweeter from your interaction with their maknae in the kitchen (Jungkook boosting about it in the mate link even now) there was a small hint of fear; they were strangers to you. And though you felt the same draw to them as they did you he also knew that you were wary of them.
He was just glad you didn’t run away yet.
Jungkook entered the living room minutes later, dressed in the same outfit as the others with the same DRF logo stitched on. Namjoon and Jin sat across from you on the sectional couch with a coffee table separating the three of you. Although everyone was safe in the home he still had placed you strategically further away from the front door, instincts not liking the idea of you close to the entrance just in case something were to happen. On the coffee table he had placed the three manila folders as well as the letter- all for you.
He could sense the wolfdog trying to quickly and smoothly sit next to you. Namjoon was no stranger to that need, having you sitting across from him had his instincts nagging him, an itching need to pull you into his lap and keep you close as if you would disappear. However he didn’t want to push things, knowing that Jungkook was the least likely to hold back out of the three. Catching the young male's eyes, Namjoon patted the seat next to him. An order that Jungkook pouted and obeyed. However the gold eyes were fixated on you.
“So, Y/n, I assume you are feeling rather… confused right now.” He decided to begin, watching as you sat straight up, alert, with a nod at his question. He smiled, you being obedient had his alpha crooning, the other two feeling just as affected.
‘Such a good girl, we should reward her- oww!’ Jungkook felt the slight sting as Jin managed to pinch the youngest discreetly, as well as sending a ‘Horny dog’ down the mate link. But even Jin felt his animal side perk up, itching to bring you closer. At least he had control over himself.
“Yes, sorry.” You let out a small chuckle. “As I said earlier Takoda never mentioned hybrids in his will. I mean, it makes sense- the Spades family has never been favorable to hybrids. Or any living creature that they didn’t deem worthy for that matter.” A frown appeared on your face, Namjoon leaning slightly forward. He wanted to take your hand in his, erase that frown forever. “My father… he wasn’t a good person.”
“Takoda explained this to us in the letter,” Jin spoke this time, blue eyes steady with a bit of coolness to them at the mention of the Spades family. “Besides himself he claimed you were the only one who had a heart in the family.” Plump lips forming a smile as he caught your gaze. “We can easily see that.”
“Ah, I mean, you don’t really know me…” Your cheeks burned as you ducked your head, playing with your hands. It seemed you weren’t the fondest of taking compliments- they would have to change that.
“That’s not true- Takoda told us all about you!” Jungkook perked right up with his tail thumping against the couch. “Your uncle spoke highly of you. It’s clear as day that his words were true- you’re sitting with us aren’t you? Any other human would have kicked us out by now.”
“Your heart is as good and pure as what Takoda has said… so I ask that you keep that heart when you read this.” Namjoon swallowed the lump in his throat, index finger tapping the files with their names typed on each tab. “Our history is right here… I’m going to be honest with you, Ms. Spades.” That had your attention, watching as you sat froze a the deeper tone he used. A true prey before a predator. “We are the rejects of our facility. The details are written here, however, please keep in mind they are strictly… one sided.” He looked down at those files, eyes heating up at the things written inside. “Our accounts on matters were never taken.”
He waited for the shoe to drop. That this will have you wanting them to leave, to pack up their little backpack and head back to the facility. He was waiting for you to scoff and call him a liar- that he was just trying to convince you to stay and wasn’t speaking the truth. His heart stopped as you opened your mouth, waiting for those words to leave those soft lips-
“I understand.”
The room was still. Namjoon has read about a silence ‘ so loud you could hear a pen drop’ but this was the first time he experienced it. Even his mates had blank minds as they stared at you, mouths slightly agape. Instead of a face that held uncertainty and skepticism over their leaders words, they were faced with one of sadness, of understanding.
“I’m going to be honest… I don’t know much about hybrids. I know only a little from what the schools taught, which was basically the history and nothing else. But I’ve seen how most owners can be. What they do… I may not understand what you went through. I do, however, understand that these files are strictly one sided.” You leaned forward yourself, watching the three hybrids with a soft smile. “Look, I don’t know you guys well… barely at all. But I know my uncle, and my own instincts are hardly wrong. And my instincts tell me that you guys are safe and kind. As long as you guys want you have a home here.”
The nerves from earlier disappeared, Namjoon’s ears twitching as if he didn’t believe what you had just said. No words could form as he merely stared at you. There was no way you were a human, no... you were an angel. An angel sent personally for them.
Their own personal angel.
“Let’s forget the files and the letter for now and properly introduce ourselves.” You easily held each of their gazes though it wasn’t too hard seeing that they were watching you with hearts and stars in their eyes. “I’m Y/n Spades and I’m an author, I mainly write thriller however I do dabble in some poetry here and there. I was living in the city of Lenox before I moved here.” You thought for a moment with a cocked head. “Guess that’s all there is to really know right now. The small details we can learn about each other over time.”
Over time. Namjoon adored that idea and embraced the possibility of it. They wanted to know all the little details that created the beautiful human being that you were. From your little habits to your biggest hopes and dreams.
“I’m Seokjin but I prefer Jin. I’m a Siberian husky hybrid and come from the Damion Research Facility. I met Namjoon and Jungkook there three years ago, we were placed in the same cell.” His blue eyes softened at the other two hybrids. “It was pure luck we found each other.”
“I’m Namjoon and I’m a timber wolf hybrid. I am also from DRF which was how I found my mates. I am the alpha of our pack.” He felt pride in stating this, eyes looking into yours. You were part of his pack, his wolf had already decided this from the minute he caught your scent. He just wished he could tell it to you.
But they needed to take it one day at a time- you were going through too much.
“I’m Jungkook and I’m... a wolf mix of sorts. Just like the others I too am from DRF. We met at the same time and day.”
Najoon winced as Jungkook mumbled about his breed type. He watched as your eyebrow quirked a little and knew you caught on to the small hiccup. It was hard not too, especially when the maknae let his long locks become a barrier between you and him. It wasn’t his fault he didn’t like to speak of it and the pack was thankful you didn’t push the matter.
“Short and simple, at least we kind of know each other now!” Your tone was upbeat and helped lighten the atmosphere. “For starters we really need to get some shopping done, I know you guys need things as well. But before that I need to know what all this place needs. So... who wants to take me on a tour?”
At that Jungkook jumped up and grabbed your hand with a grin. You were already being tugged away from the living room and up the stairs with Jungkook talking to you already about how many rooms and his ideas for each one.
Jin sighed and glanced at the pack alpha with a smile. “So... looks like we’re home.” The softness behind those words had Namjoon smiling even larger. “I haven’t seen you smile like this in a long time, Joonie.”
The nickname easily had the alpha flushing a light pink. Taking his packmates hand he tugged the eldest up and to the stairs. “Let’s go before Jungkook convinces her to create that arcade room.”
“Hey, I thought it was a great idea too!” Jin dropped Namjoon’s hand and ran to catch up with the others.
Even making it back up the stairs Namjoon still wore his smile, watching the two hybrids explain how important a whole gaming room would be.
His pack was complete.
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Those three manila folders and letter were calling to you like a siren. Especially the letter. Perhaps it held important information on Takoda and his death, what if there was a clue hidden within those lines? Something that would help lead you down the right path and find justice for a man who was innocent his whole life? As for the pack’s files, well, you were more nosey than anything. You wondered what their previous lives were like and was willing to make a bet that it wasn’t kind.
The trio had good hearts and souls; you couldn’t see them hurting a fly. You would have guessed that they had one home before yours with how at ease they were around you. Everything felt natural when it came to them and just being around them in general. Perhaps it was part of their training. Or maybe... maybe it was something more. Regardless you placed those files and letter in a locked drawer.
Those would be read at another time.
The home was just as large as you assumed and just as bare. There were only a few pieces of furniture and some essentials (you nearly cheered when you saw a dining room table with 8 chairs) and all of you agreed to head out within the hour to get started. Guilt was bubbling up in you at each room and area you passed as you saw just how little they were left. But each time they would reassure you it was fine and not your fault.
“You didn’t even know about us, so erase those thoughts right now.”
“Honey we had just about everything we needed. We just needed you.”
It seemed to work until Jin had led you to the kitchen area once more. As soon as you re-entered the kitchen your face fell at the sudden realization: they had zero transportation to get to any city for essentials. For weeks they had been in this home, alone, without any source of food. ‘I’m already failing and it’s been not even two hours.’ They didn’t even have any income to get what they needed... The fact they were still alive was a miracle. You were frozen in the middle of the kitchen as these thought raced in your head.
“Beautiful?” Jin moved to stand in front of you, blue eyes etched with worry and concern when you didn’t respond. “Y/n-?”
“I let you guys starve...” The words were a hush, the hybrid before you even more confused. “You had no access to food, I am a monster-”
“Never call yourself a monster.” His voice was sharp and had you taken back for a moment. “You see, Takoda set us up with a company. They send us meal kits, each different from the last, as well as some extra groceries for us to be creative with. We’ve never been without food, Beautiful.” Jin was quick to explain after smelling the guilt your scent had- the sweet and fresh tainted heavily with something sour. His instincts wanted to take control- pull you close and reassure you in whatever way possible. He hated your scent being anything but the sweet concoction they knew...
Luckily he knew how to get you smelling divine again.
An enormous weight was lifted off your shoulders at hearing this. You should have known Takoda would have set something up to ensure they were well off. It was only logical, but if there was one thing you were learning it’s that logic seemed to be thrown out the window with this pack.
You nodded your head slightly. “That’s good… I was worried that I left you guys here to starve.” Your gaze was the fridge, the door lit up and revealed the contents as well as a digital list of what was left as well as recommended recipes. “Do you guys like to cook, or-” Your words were cut off as a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, lean but still strong and felt so safe and secure.
Jin held you tight against him, his nose skimming your neck as he took a deep breath. A low growl came from his chest as he felt your heartbeat race. You scent sweetened to his liking, grinning as he detected something else- the fresh apples mixed with vanilla and bit of cinnamon. You were a treat he wanted to sink his teeth into, wanting nothing more than to inhale your natural perfume. If this is how you smelt when you were a little aroused then how would you compare to when he was worshipping every inch of your skin?
He was dying to know.
“Mmm, I love cooking for my mates.” You were beginning to notice how he could turn his voice into a siren song- made just for you to put you under a spell. The contact felt like sparks dancing across your skin and it brought a shiver down your spine. “What should I cook for you? I love to make naengmyeon, could even make it hot to help warm you up in this cold weather. Or perhaps I should make it cold… you feel a little warm, Beautiful. Which would you prefer?”
The question was a murmur in your ear, his breath tickling the side of your neck and ear. You could feel your face turning red and your mind already declaring that both Jin and Jungkook were dangerous hybrids who wanted to see you pass out. It had to be their mission to turn you into a puddle.
There was a warmth tickling in your belly as his arms held you tighter to him, legs feeling weak as his lips grazed the shell of your ear. Your breath was caught in your throat and your mind malfunctioning as Jin invaded all your senses. At this point the eldest hybrid was holding most of your weight and you noticed he was doing it with so much ease, just like on the staircase. It was stirring something deep within you as less than appropriate images were trying to surface. How easy would it be...
“Or perhaps you prefer something else… something with a bit of spice...” The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs had Jin releasing you, but not without a soft whisper, “All you have to do is ask and I’ll get you what you need.” By the time Namjoon and Jungkook had come back the two of you were a few feet apart; Jin smirking and you looking flustered, your scent sweet.
The duo had gone up the stairs to clean up their mess after your tour, which had Jungkook whining from the beginning. He had followed his leader up the steps, a pout on his lips as he muttered about ‘destroying his nest’. It was cute and if only you knew what he meant. You had a feeling Google would become your best friend when it came to your hybrids.
They stopped and surveyed the scene, Jungkook’s tail wagging faster as Namjoon raised an eyebrow at Jin. A single wink was sent to the leader as Jungkook smirked along with the eldest, eyes flickering between the two of you.
“So, I made a list of things we need to get.” You cleared your throat as your face turned back to its natural shade. “Furniture being the top of the list, and clothes… You guys only came here with what was on your back, right?”
Namjoon grunted, pulling at his shirt with a frown. “We were given some jackets for the winter as well as some toiletries for the month. To be honest I want to get rid of this logo as soon as possible.” The other two quickly agreed with their leader as their own faces scrunched at the logo on their own shirts.
You couldn’t be happier to get them out of those clothes and into something comfier and warmer. “Right, let’s head to Lenox then-” You froze as you realized that you couldn’t possibly enter the city. Not with your family there; their friends would easily spot you and the hybrids and soon you’ll be finding yourself in deep water.
“There’s another city, Unova.” Jin spoke up. “It’ll take an extra thirty minutes to get there, but it’ll be safer.” They knew you were worried about your family and going back to that area was just not possible.
The idea brightened your face immediately and you smiled. “Awesome, Unova it is. Why don’t you guys grab your jackets and make sure the house is locked up? I’ll head to the car and wait.”
The sooner you all go into the car the sooner you could get the supplies you needed and make this place feel better. Feel like home. A smile was on your face as you stepped through the front door, closing it behind you as you made your way to your cars.
Cars?
You froze, hand on the driver’s door of your car as you looked at the vehicle parked not too far from yours. Slowly your brain caught up and immediately felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand. You had ONE care, not two. Your smile disappeared as a familiar figure stepped out of a familiar SUV. A long black coat, dark scarf, and deep brown eyes glaring right at you. A man that was deemed a supermodel by your very own best friend.
Jackson Wang.
“Oh fuck-”
“Don’t move,” His voice was deep and pissed. Not that you needed to be told this, you were frozen anyway, eyes as wide as a doe’s as you watched him stalk closer. “You are in deep trouble Heiress.” The nickname that was once spoken in a sarcastic and witty tone was now a hiss.
“Uh, hey buddy!” You squeaked, finally finding your words. Blinking quickly you stepped away from him. You tried to lighten the mood with a smile that was far from happy- it was awkward and clearly forced. “You made it~!”
“What did I tell you?” He was borderline shouting, his tone so harsh that you physically flinched. Each step he took you took one back, getting closer and closer to the front door. “You had one job, Y/n, one job!”
The shouting finally had you switching gears- fear was thrown out the window as anger replaced it. Jackson had been here multiple times, must have known about your hybrids, and he left them inside. Alone. Your hyrbids. “My job? What about yours? It’s your fault they were stuck inside the house for so long!”
This time he looked confused. Stopping mid-step his eyebrows narrowed. “What?” The anger that laced his words was now bordering on worry, brown eyes flickering from your to the house.
“You came by once a week and never once bothered to check on them! Didn’t even see if they needed anything!” You were shouting now, anger fueling you. “You judged them from the minute you saw them, didn’t you? That’s why you wanted me to wait for you- so that you could try and change my mind!” Your blood was boiling now and your heated gaze was fixed on the man in front of you. The emotions felt like a wave that wouldn’t stop crashing into you. The feelings were intense and made your skin crawl- you wanted something to hold on to you. A brief image of amber eyes popped into your mind for a fraction of a second-
“Y/n... what do you mean?” Confusion was written all over his face and it dawned on you: he had no idea what you were talking about. He didn’t know about the hybrids existence.
“What are you even-” Jackson didn’t even finish his sentence, eyes widening before grabbing you and shoving you behind him. It happened too fast for you to even think, feet sliding along the slightly slick driveway. You felt like a ragdoll being tossed away from the house. You legs wobbled a bit as you gripped Jackson’s arm and gasped from the sudden force he used. He had you pressed closed to his back as his body stiffened. You opened your mouth to yell some more but a noise stopped you dead in your tracks.
A growl. A low growl. The ones you heard earlier were child’s play compared to this; they were ones a puppy would make. Childs play compared to this, because this growl was deeper, darker, and had you frozen. It didn’t take an animal to know that whoever this belonged to was beyond angry; they were out for blood.
You peeked around the man and saw Jungkook standing, his body so tense you were afraid he was going to snap himself in half. You knew if he was shifted his hackles would be standing straight up, teeth barred. Somehow his presence could be felt; the light crisp of the winter morning was long gone, in it’s place was a suffocating force that gathered around the three of you. Your own knees shook and you felt a compelling need to kneel. To make yourself look smaller, bare your throat, do anything to ensure that you were invisible from the hybrid.
Your wide eyes met his gold ones as another growl ripped through his throat when he looked back at Jackson. Jungkook’s nostrils flared slightly, body leaning forward. By no means were you a specialist, but you had a feeling he was going to pounce. The force from earlier was heavier and you swore within the minute you were going to buckle to the ground if he didn’t stop.
‘How the hell can he do that? What even is this?’
“Jungkook,” You pulled your arm from Jackson’s hold. Your voice was weak, trying to fight the primal urge to drop to the ground. You needed to calm him down and let him know that everything was okay. You tried to step around Jackson, reaching out to the wolfdog. But Jackson gripped your arm and shoved you back harshly.
“Get back you idiot-!” He hissed as Jungkook began to growl even louder, Jackson trying to protect you from what he thought was a threat. You felt like you were being suffocated from whatever Jungkook was doing, oxygen becoming scarce you worried you were going to faint.
“Step away from her.”
Namjoon. His tone was colder than the temperature around you, words so calm that you knew it was the calm before the storm. The alpha stood next to Jungkook, and while the maknae was physically stiff and on edge, the leader was cool and collected. And it made you even more nervous. The suffocating air Jungkook created was gone and you took in a deep breath. ‘Was he able to reign Jungkook in?’
Jackson wavered slightly as he noticed the newcomer, even he knew that Namjoon was a force to be reckoned with and it seemed that he was going to quickly obey the hybrids orders. But when you tried to move again, Jackson gripped your arm tighter as if he snapped out of whatever hold the alpha had, still refusing to get closer.
“Ow, you asshole!” You yelped, your other arm was raised and ready to hit the man so he could release you but his grip was quickly removed.
Everything happened too fast for you to see properly, but the end result was your face being cupped by Namoon. The liquid fire of his eyes tracing every inch of your face for any hair out of place, worry written onto his handsome features. His hands were warm, thumbs brushing your cheeks for a second and then one of his hands dropped and inspected your arm, a frown etched on his face. His fingers trembled as the traced your arms, ready to feel for any bruised or broken bones. “I’m fine, Namjoon. It’s just Jackson freaking out.”
Turning to the man you saw Jungkook had tackled him, growls still erupting from his chest. One of his hands were gripping his arm while the other had him pinned by the neck.
“If she has a bruised arm then he gets a broken one.” The snarl in his voice was nasty and even had you flinching.
“Jungkook, come here,” You couldn’t move with Namjoon refusing to let you leave his side and get closer. His grip soft but unrelenting, eyes watching the youngest handle the intruder. “Please, Jungkook, for me?” You pleaded, even adding a jutting a lip, hoping it would make him feel guilty enough to listen.
It did the trick.
The hybrid glanced at you, gold eyes softening. Giving Jackson one last scowl he pushed off the man and was quick to be back at your side. His eyes were on you, also inspecting you wordlessly. The alpha let the youngest pull you closer as he, too, looked you up and down. If he saw so much as one little scratch you knew he’d be on Jackson in one second flat.
Jackson sat up, snow covered his hair and coat. Eyes narrowed he looked straight at you. “You have some explaining to do. Now.”
“I highly recommend you show some respect to our beautiful girl. Unless you want to leave here in crutches.” Jin appeared right behind you, his chin resting on top of your head as his hands came to settle on your hips. You couldn’t see his face but the venom in his voice was enough to have you stiffening. Feeling this, the eldest gently pulled you closer to his chest. “Are we in agreement?”
Your assistant stared at the three hybrids, still sitting in the snow on the ground. Despite knowing the man for not too long, you knew him well enough to know he would play nice. And that he was also contemplating whether he could let loose his tongue without getting decked. The odds were not in his favor.
“Jackson Wang, these are my hybrids: Namjoon, Jin, and Jungkook. Guys, this is man is my assistant.” A quick introduction but at least it was calming everyone down. “Jackson and I were arguing because he didn’t want me to travel alone up here.”
“For good reason!” Said man was now upright, dusting snow off himself. “It could have been dangerous, they could have been dangerous- what if these hyrbids weren’t friendly? What if they rejected you?”
“Then that would have been a problem for you, seeing that you would be the one dealing with that mess since I’d be their chew toy.” You snapped back. Jin’s hands squeezed your sides gently, obviously not like the idea you put out.
Jackson scowled and sucked on his bottom lip in an attempt to control his anger. “I didn’t know they were here. Evidently only Takoda knew of their adoption. He most likely didn’t want a single chance of your family discovering them.”
That you knew to be true: one trace of evidence of their daughter owning a hybrid and they would be taken from you. While it would be considered illegal you don’t doubt nor underestimate the power your father held over the city of Lenox. Neither did Takoda so it seems.
“And before you left, please tell me you turned off your phone.” The deadpan look on Jackson’s face already told that he knew the answer. But of course he wanted to hear the words from your own lips.
You frowned, cocking your head. “Why would I need to do that?”
He sighed deeply, running his hands over his face. “You and your family might not be on good terms, might hardly ever communicate, but your phone number can still be traced. And if your father gets curious and just wants to see where you are...”
Oh shit.
You were quick to leave them and rush to the car and flinging the door open. Inside sat your phone with all the missed calls and texts from Jackson, his caller ID Sassy ASSistant on full display.
“Wow, how original.”
Said man glared at you, having seen his contact information. He was hovering over you with his arms crossed. You rolled your eyes. “If the shoe fits, wear it Jackson. So what should I do with this...?”
He grabbed your phone and slid it in to his pocket. “I’ll take it back to Lenox and get rid of it there. In the mean time, you need to get a new phone.”
“We’ll make sure she gets a device as soon as possible.” Namjoon and his pack stood next to the car. “Is there anything else you would like to tell us before we go?” The alpha’s jaw seemed locked, obviously not the biggest fan of your assistant. After all that went down you don’t blame the hybrid.
The two stared at one another for a moment. You could almost see the gears in his head working, probably wanting to tag along. Even though you looked comfortable he also knew that you had just met that morning... But the way the were behaving had the young man’s eyebrow twitching. He had a feeling he knew what this was... but did you?
So Jackson smiled politely. “No. Take care of your owner.” He turned to you with a pointed look. “I expect a text with your new number tonight.”
You nodded your head though mentally rolled your eyes. ‘If I remember then sure.’ As if reading your mind Jackson rolled his eyes and went back to his car with a wave. You watched as he pulled out before the four of you got into your vehicle; Namjoon in the driver’s seat with Jin and Jungkook in the back.
“You can drive?” You asked with a raised eyebrow when he took the opportunity to sit behind the wheel.
The alpha grinned at you, small dimples showing. “Of course. We all can drive- it helps us take care of our owner.” He typed in the Unova mall into the GPS and allowed the car to do the work. “Will the mall be okay? It looks to have everything we need.”
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