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Hiii!!!! I hope your doing well! I saw that you write for ot11 the boyzs and that your asks were open. I was wondering if you could do ot11 x reader hybrid au and just tons of fluff you have full freedom to do what ever you’d like with it!! ( we need more poly tbz fics in this world ).

Hellooo, Anonie! 🩷🩷

I was very happy when I received your request. It was a great experience, considering I haven't written with the guys for a long time and I never wrote a poly!ot11 before. I enjoyed it very much. 🫶

It's probably not the last time I write with them, because I agree, poly!tbz content is not enough!! 🙂‍↕️

And I hope this worth the wait! ❤️

➳ so so loved

➶ poly!the boyz x gn!reader ｡˚ °

-ˏ` ✎﹏five times in the past months when you felt loved.

➴ genre: fluff, hybrid!au, getting together, a little bit hurt/comfort in the beginning, estabilished ot11

: ̗̀➛ warnings: nightmares, petnames (literally, kevin uses them frequently), except a lot of kisses & cuddles, kinda fluff without plot hehe

: ̗̀➛ human!sangyeon, human!kevin, human!younghoon, bear!jaehyun, bunny!jacob, penguin!chanhee, squirrel!changmin, golden retriever!eric, raccoon!sunwoo, persimmon!juyeon, pig!haknyeon, fox!reader

⌨ :: 6.9k words ♡ ︵ . .

⁀➷ this fic has no playlist, but i was listening to darl+ing by seventeen an insane amount while writing. i think it captures the vibes well apart from being a great song.

⁀➷ thanks for @wonsheep for betaing! you did a great job again.💓

➳ mlist

You dream about the shelter less and less these days, but it still happens from time to time. You're there again, in your own room, alone, wondering if there will ever be a person - an owner - who thinks you're not a danger to society and will give you a chance to live outside. Out of this boxy room, out in the real world.

And then you wake up, and even in the dark it's as if you're still back there. You clutch at your chest, your fingers grip the fabric of your pajamas, and your tail is resting protectively on your thigh as you try to explore the pieces of furniture which appear as dark blobs, to identify where you are. If you stare into the darkness long enough, you'll get used to it and be able to gaze across your surroundings with the eyes of a predator, seeing clearly despite the darkness.

At the sound of a light switch you snap your head to the side. Changmin steps out of the bathroom. He certainly notices you, because he steps back and flicks the switch again. Since the door is now open, light pours out of the opening and you can see the boy's silhouette, and he can see you clearly now, too.

Okay. You're home.

Yet you still struggle to catch your breath.

“Y/nie, did you have a nighmare?” he asks in a sleepy voice.

You don't have to answer, because your grip on your pajamas, your anxious breathing, your ruffled, nervous tail is enough.

Changmin follows the path of the light around the armchair and makes his way to the sofa on which you sleep on for the time being.

Considering that Younghoon spends all his free time unpacking the guest room for you, you'll definitely have your own room soon, and then you'll be the only hybrid in this household with your own bedroom - Chanhee and Changmin both sleep with Younghoon.

“I'd cuddle you, but we can't fit on the couch. Want to come over to our bed?”

Changmin smells of lavender soap when he holds out his hand, not at all reminding you of the shelter. You accept the hand extended to you, and Changmin pulls you up off the couch, then lets you pass in front of him. You reach the end of the hallway in the dim light of the bathroom. When you reach the door that leads to your owner's bedroom, he turns off the light for good and stumbles in darkness towards the right direction. Although it's an exaggeration to say that he stumbles: he knows the place, which you've only been calling home for a few weeks, very well in the dark.

The doorknob creaks slightly, but no one wakes up, only one of the blankets rises up as a body settles beneath it. Changmin takes your hand again and guides you to the right edge of the bed. The sheets are rolled up, the blanket thrown to the side: this is where he has slept. But now he's urging you to lie down there. Comfortable indeed, the mattress holds the remnants of his body heat, the pillowcase the scent of his shampoo.

He pulls the blanket up to your chin, tucks it under your back to make sure it doesn't slip off, but instead of wrapping you in a full burrito, he snuggles next to you and shares the soft material. Your tail instinctively finds his and simply locks onto it, and Changmin returns the motion, his fluffy squirrel tail feeling as if it was designed for you to find comfort in its weight as it's entwined with yours. Each of his other body parts are also committed to giving you a nice tight hug.

“What did you dream about?”

“I was at the shelter again,” you answer simply, concisely. The images from the nightmare and the feelings they evoke are vividly alive inside you, but you can hide from them somewhat under the blanket, pressed against Changmin's pajamas.

Changmin gives you a sad look. “You don't have to be afraid of that.”

If you are deemed not well-behaved enough for society, you will be taken back. If you show signs of having rabies, they'll take you back. If your owner is not pleased with you, they take you back.

“They could take me back.”

These thoughts are all complications of the nightmare, and are only strong at night, when the darkness stretches on and the sofa creaks heavily beneath you. None of the possibilities seem close now, since you're safe in Changmin's embrace, able to hear Younghoon's peaceful breathing, but they still exist.

“If they want to take you away, we won't let them. Not Younghoon hyung, not Chanhee hyung, not me. This is your home now, and we are your family.”

You move closer to him, leaning your forehead against his. An old habit. It's how fox hybrids express affection, love and trust in a single gesture. “Thank you.”

“It's only natural,” says Changmin.

Your legs are curled together, arms around each other, your foreheads pressed against one another, with even your noses touching.

Changmin shudders slightly, then pulls back. “Y/nie?”

“Hmm.”

“Can I kiss you?”

As far as you know, Changmin values physical contact, and you know that he kisses Younghoon, and you've seen him kiss Chanhee more than once. Still, you're surprised he wants to kiss you too. You. You aren't surprised that you, yourself want to kiss him, or at your own response.

“Yes.”

Changmin leans in for your lips. He gives you a soft, gentle, slow kiss, and the remnants of the nightmare dissipate. When he leans away, you smile gratefully at him, and he grins back. This time, he’s the one that presses your foreheads together.

“I hope you'll have nice dreams now,” he whispers.

You hum and close your eyes. You open them again when the body behind you turns and throws a pair of arms around your sides.

“Min…” Younghoon murmurs half asleep.

“It's not me, it's Y/nie,” Changmin whispers back.

“Alright,” says Younghoon, hugging you tighter.

Your owner is holding you in his bed in his sleep. Sparks crackle under your skin.

“Shall I get him off you?” Changmin asks willingly.

“It's fine like this,” you assure him.

Then you steal a kiss from his lips and squirm around to find the perfect, comfortable position. “Good night, Min!”

“Better night to you,” he says.

The nightmare doesn't return.

You adjust the yellow clip on your nose and continue on your way. It's a strange feeling, and a bit uncomfortable to walk around like this, but you wouldn't be able to play hide and seek without it. If you guys had played the first time you'd been to Kevin's house, you wouldn't have had to put it on, because everything had been unfamiliar: the rooms, the hybrids, all those smells. By now, though, you'd easily identify the scents of the players, and you'd quickly find them without the clip blocking your nose.

It's not hard this way either: as you approach Eric, you can hear his tail drumming.

He's hiding in the cupboard under the tap in the kitchen, upper body curled up next to the water-conduits. When you open the door, he slaps the wall of the cupboard.

“Come o–ow!” During the hasty motion, he bangs his elbow, pouting in exasperation.

You help him out of the tight space and check that his hand is okay.

“You were creative,” you praise him, like Donald Duck's long lost voice provider.

Just a few words and he's in a much happier mood, the grumpy pouting has faded, and he's wagging his tail again. His now dusty blond tail.

“Wait in the living room, okay?”

Eric salutes, then hurries off to said room.

Changmin is hiding between suits in one of the bedrooms. You find him, because he's rattling the bag of pumpkin seeds.

“Oh, you got me!” He grins. “What now?”

“What now?” you ask. You let him snake his hand around your waist. “Should I keep you here?”

The bed groans. Alright, not the bed itself, but the person rolling out from under it, hitting their head on the way. Dusty clothes, a grey and black striped tail - which doesn't clearly show dust - and a disgruntled look. Sunwoo lets go of his head and perches on his elbows. “If you want to start kissing in the middle of the game, don't exclude me!”

You snap your head away from him as your neck begins heating up, and instead help Changmin climb out. “This isn’t the middle. It's the end. Only Juyeon is left,” you explain.

“Only Juyeon? As I said, it's the middle of the game,” Sunwoo hums, dusting off his palm. “Meet you in the living room?”

“In a few minutes, yes.”

Ten minutes later you're still in the same place. Juyeon's nowhere to be found. You have double-checked every room, to no avail. Hesitantly, you wander into the living room to start over in case you’ve missed something.

“Give up?” Sunwoo asks. He's sprawled on the couch, his dusty clothes changed, but his tail hanging untouched from the seat, ready for its usual post-game combing.

“Say you give up and he'll appear like a genie,” Eric nods, comb already in hand.

“Though he won’t grant three wishes,” Changmin adds, tossing another helping of pumpkin seeds into his mouth.

The two other boys' ears - and no doubt yours - turn towards the rattle, but they continue to look at you curiously.

“Fine, okay,” you plop down next to Changmin and take the clip off your nose. “I give up,” you shout.

And indeed: in less than half a minute, Juyeon appears.

“Where have you been?” Eric asks.

“It's a secret,” he replies.

A secret, like him, you think.

“Are you combing your tails?” Juyeon asks, stepping closer. His tail swings slowly behind him, almost hypnotically.

“Not yet. We've been waiting for you,” Eric replies, and then holds out the comb towards you. “Y/n?”

You happily accept that you can comb. It makes you proud to think that you did it right last time and are therefore allowed to do it again. Or part of it: last time Juyeon didn't play. And the soft, Persian cattail even at a glance requires more care than this simple brush.

“Who's first?” you ask, and cast a tentative glance towards Juyeon, to find that he's gone.

He's sitting on the armrest of the sofa, next to Sunwoo, at the furthest possible point from you, and he's eyeing you shyly. Yes, that's so Juyeon: the distance, the measuring looks, the mysteriousness of cats. Across from him, Changmin is quick to pounce, his huge, fluffy tail flicking you from the side. You're lucky he didn't come out from under the bed, or he'd be blowing a big cloud of dust all around you.

You smile, then start to comb the brown fur with careful strokes. You move consistently, from top to bottom, then a little to the right, then from the end towards the base again. Meanwhile, you listen to the quiet conversation of the others. They're talking about when Eric plans to go home, and as a related fact, Changmin remarks that you two are going home after Younghoon calls you to tell you that he and Chanhee are done with their date. Then the conversation turns to the university.

You finally get around it, having combed out every part of the tail, and you've got a really fluffy end result.

“Next, please.”

Sunwoo settles in next to you. Eric is going on about his latest exam in great detail, so he doesn't jump at the chance. Sunwoo's tail is much dustier, but less hairy, so you can move faster with him. When you finish and lean away, Sunwoo catches your chin and presses a gentle kiss to your cheek. Then he grins and moves over, making room for Eric. The golden retriever's longer fur is easier to comb than Changmin's.

That is, it would be easier if Eric didn't wag it frantically every time you approached with the comb.

“This is going to take forever,” Sunwoo concludes.

Eric tilts his head back. “Hey! I can't help it. It's my automatic reaction Y/n.”

You try a little more, but you barely reach a small section with the comb, and the tail moves on. Sunwoo is fed up first, trying to hold down the moving body part. Eric yelps in surprise, then throws himself at Sunwoo. They wrestle from the couch to the carpet. Sunwoo starts to tickle Eric, climbing on top of him. However, Eric is not to be feared, for although he laughs loudly in his agony, he quickly wriggles under Sunwoo's fingers and gets his own hand on Sunwoo's side, he too launching a tickle attack on him. After a minute or so they are out of breath, but instead of getting up and possibly sitting back on the couch, they start kissing.

You're getting used to someone always kissing. In fact, you’re starting to get used to the fact that you don't only want to kiss Changmin, just as he doesn't only do it with you, Chanhee and Younghoon, but with Younghoon's two friends Sangyeon and Kevin and their hybrids. He collects kisses like other people collect Pokémons. And his kisses are also collected by others. Because with them it's natural, it's commonplace, and you find yourself becoming more and more like them as you get to know, become interested in and attached to them.

Should you call Eric back? Wait until kissing will maybe calm him down? You fidget with the handle of the comb. When the couch dips beside you, you look up. Juyeon has sat down next to you, tail resting calmly next to yours.

He's only been this close to you once before, when you had first met. You were leaving this house, and he came in at the same time, and you bypassed each other in the hallway. You were smitten by his scent, and for a week afterwards, every coffee-related thing reminded you of him. You asked Changmin about him, and you found out his name, learned about his love for reading, and that he's one of the sweetest boys in the world, but he's very shy around strangers, and keeps a great distance from them.

You don't want to be a stranger anymore, and maybe this is your chance.

“Maybe mine—”

“Sure,” you respond immediately.

Juyeon smiles faintly at your undisguised enthusiasm, and you gently stroke his tail across your palm. Your fingers tremble slightly around the warm fur. You don't want to ruin it, you don't want to cause pain, you don't want Juyeon to be away from you again. You get to work in concentration, moving with gentle strokes, the imprint of the comb's branches in the thick fur like a plough mark in the earth.

“Your fur is very soft,” you tell him.

“Your scent is very nice,” he replies.

You pause in your movement and lift your head. Really?, you ask without words.

Juyeon looks away. “It's nice. After you leave, it's everywhere. Still, it's better to have you and your scent than just your scent.”

“That's good to know, because I like it here,” you reply in the most natural way you are able to, while your heart pounds in your throat and forms a lump. “Also, I'm happy when you're home, too,” you add.

You look at each other. Juyeon doesn't avert his gaze this time. Then you plow another trail into his tail, and Juyeon starts purring. The sound vibrates softly through his body, and it doesn't bother you in the least. You bathe in it like a warm bath full of foam bubbles.

“Who's gonna do your tail?” Changmin asks innocently when you're done with Juyeon.

It's a question that piques everyone's interest. Changmin doesn't rattle his pumpkin seeds and the Sunwoo-Eric duo raise their heads.

You were the one who did that last time. You didn't make any excuses, simply brushing it out before the others had a chance to sign up. You had panicked because you've never felt like you wanted to honor anyone with the task before. It's customary for fox hybrids to be allowed to comb their tails only by their parents, themselves or their partners, it's a special favor. Certainly the others don't know this.

“Doesn't matter.” And so it's a confession that no one understands.

“Are you sure?” Juyeon asks.

So he does understand the significance of it.

“Yes. Whichever one of you wants to.”

You don't panic like you did last time. You trust them.

“May I?” Juyeon reaches for the comb and your breath gets caught in your throat.

He combs your red fur with light, graceful strokes, yet every moment is filled with intimacy, a person combing your tail who knows how significant it is.

Meanwhile, Kevin arrives with two large bags. The others get up to help him, but they make you swear on your souls that you won't move and carry on befriending each other. Changmin even winks.

“Why don't you tell them what this means?” Juyeon asks quietly when the others have left the room.

“I just... I don't say these things out loud. Just like you don't say why you're being so direct with me all of a sudden.”

“Do you want me to tell you?”

You're shaking your head. “I'm not trying to force you to do anything.”

“I asked you to comb my tail. There's no coercion involved. I owe you an explanation.”

You raise your eyebrows.

“It's the same for us as for foxes,” he tells you.

“Oh.”

“I like you.” He looks at the hand holding the comb, which is lost in the fur of your tail. “And unless I've misunderstood, you like me too?”

“You didn't misunderstand anything,” you reassure him.

When the others return, they're treated to a sight they've never seen before. You are lying on the sofa, stretched out comfortably, intoxicated by the scent of Juyeon, who is lying on top of you. His head is tucked under your chin, his arms are loosely at your side, his tail swaying peacefully behind him, purring so loudly you can probably hear it halfway across the world. You want everyone to hear this piece of proof that Juyeon no longer treats you like a stranger.

You are having a picnic, and this is the first time you see everyone at the same place, the owners and their hybrids - although the owners treat you as equals and don't consider you their property, these terms have persisted in public discourse. Sangyeon and Jacob, Jaehyun and Eric respectively. Kevin and Sunwoo, Juyeon, Haknyeon. And of course Younghoon, Chanhee, Changmin and finally you. This doesn't mean that you're all actually with your respective owners, not at all. You mingle as usual and you get a bigger picture of how close they are to each other now that you see not just some, but all of them.

“We're having lovely weather,” Jacob announces. He turns his face to the sun and stretches his black bunny ears. Then he sighs with relief and continues peeling oranges.

“It's really nice,” you agree.

The shady forest path you've been walking along leads into an open clearing, where you've set up camp. Chirping birds fill the branches of the surrounding trees. Butterflies flit among the grass. Wildflowers nod in the breeze and honeybees hover on the outstretched petals. It's a place where you gladly want to spend this spring afternoon. But the location alone wouldn't be enough, it's the fact that you're all here that makes it so magical.

The happy cries of the hybrids chasing each other, the laughter, the hope that maybe today you can be closer to the humans. But for now, you're having a great time with only Jacob on your plaid blanket.

“What would you like to do?” The boy asks, holding out a piece of orange, and as you take it, the concentrated smell of fruit fills your nostrils.

You pop the piece in your mouth. “What do you mean?”

“It's customary that when an owner adopts a new hybrid, they choose the game to play together at the next picnic. When I chose mine, we played a flower-picking contest. Last time we played hide and seek.”

Before you can answer, in the long-stemmed grass, Kevin approaches with a thermostate.

“Bunny, I had to take your carrot juice out,” he says as he squats down next to Jacob. "We need more room in the cooler for little penguin's ice. It would melt too quickly in the other bag. Are you going to drink it now, or should I put it in the shade so that it won’t get too hot?”

Jacob puts the orange peel on the edge of the plate so he can take the bottle. He opens the cap and drinks. Kevin turns his head towards you.

“What's up, Y/n? Do you know what we're going to play?”

To Kevin, you're still Y/n.

You shrug. “Can I have a little more time to think?”

“Sure, you can. We'll probably be here till sundown. But we could stay for a week, since bunny and bear packed so much food that– Oh yeah, where are the cookies?”

“In the green bag, if Changmin didn't eat them,” says Jacob.

Kevin presses a grateful kiss to the base of Jacob's fluffy ear, then stands up and looks for the bag.

“Shall I hunt down a cookie for you, too?” Jacob asks. “Would that cheer you up?”

You blink in confusion.

“What's wrong?” Jacob continues asking.

“Is it that obvious?”

“I don't know. I usually notice things like that. It doesn't mean it's that obvious to anyone else, even if they're paying attention. So do you want to talk about it?”

You reach out and start peeling an unopened orange. “Humans are complicated.”

You found your place soon among the hybrids. Changmin was very helpful in aiding you to fit in, to understand their dynamics, the romantic bonds that exist between them, and to become part of them. They accepted you and welcomed you into their hearts.

It took you the longest with Juyeon, but it wasn't as difficult as trying to fit in with the humans.

The other day, Younghoon almost brushed your tail, but backed out at the last minute. Even Chanhee looked puzzled, and he ended up brushing your fur. And then there was the time that you played Uno and had a chance to beat Kevin. But before you could put the card down, he knocked you down and you laughed, and then he almost kissed you, but pulled away before it could happen. And Sangyeon had his own special almosts: when he almost said something while you were hugging Haknyeon together, when he almost touched your ear but pulled away, when he almost gave you a goodnight kiss.

“What do they see in me? A friend or... someone else? It's never clear.”

“I'm sure they like you as much as we do. They just need more incentive, because human courtship is much more methodical than ours. For example, the first time I gave Eric a collar as a gift, he kept showering me with kisses all day. Kevin and I had been on five dates before he kissed me on the cheek. The point is, don't worry, just let them know you're interested in them. And eat more oranges.”

“Thanks, Cobie.”

When you approach the only blanket in the shade, you have two peeled oranges in your hand and a comb under your arm. Younghoon is sitting by the cooler, watching as Juyeon exchanges icy compresses on Chanhee's neck and forehead. The melting water drips down Chanhee's flushed face. Even though it's seventeen degrees and shady, Chanhee's body temperature is like a penguin's, and he experiences the pleasant spring sunshine as a gut-wrenching heat wave. Physically, that's all there is to his hybridity, no wings, beak or bird feet.

Juyeon takes another wet towel from the ice and gently presses it to the boy's neck, stroking his heated skin. Chanhee's eyebrows furrow and a sigh of pleasure escapes his lips. Juyeon holds the cloth around his neck, caressing it, only removing it when a wet spot forms on Chanhee's shirt.

“Better?” Younghoon asks.

“Slightly.”

Meanwhile, you take a seat next to them. You give one orange to Juyeon and the other to Chanhee.

“What about me?" pouts Younghoon.

You give him the comb. “Jacob wants me to eat this or– Oh.”

He falls silent when he understands. A few moments of quiet follow. You cling to the encouraging looks of Juyeon and Chanhee, and it gives you the courage to speak.

“You can say no.”

Younghoon shakes his head. “No, no, I’ll do it. Gladly.”

You don't know if the sigh of relief is yours or Juyeon’s and Chanhee’s, but you turn around, and when the comb brushes through your fur, a pleasant tingle runs through your body, as the gesture makes you feel as close to Younghoon as possible. And you don't want to be very far away from him anymore. You want to stay close. As close as Changmin, Eric and the others do.

He's quietly combing your tail, intimately, and all the while you watch Sangyeon chase Eric, who's wagging his tail, laughing. In the end, it's not Sangyeon who catches him, but Haknyeon, whose golden hoop in his pig-ear glistens in the sun.

“Done,” Younghoon says softly as he pulls the tool away.

You turn around and flash your best smile at him. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you. It means a lot.” Younghoon smiles too.

You take his hand and squeeze it, and he doesn't let go.

Then you both turn to Chanhee, who sighs in exasperation. He's just getting up to change the ice, looking so helpless that you wish you'd hand-carried the air conditioner from the apartment. Since he has come, you want him to enjoy it somewhat. It'd be nice to distract him from the fact that he's feeling bad.

And then you remember that you get to choose the collective game today.

You form a funnel with your hand and shout out for everyone to hear: “I know what we're going to play!”

Five minutes later, you're all (except Chanhee) walking the paths of the forest, looking for a pebble worthy of Chanhee.

Penguin hybrids love pebbles as courting gifts, and you had the opportunity to observe Younghoon and Changmin competing to see which one of them would take Chanhee on a date that night, and the winner was the one whose pebble Chanhee thought was prettier. Later, somewhere between the first time Jaehyun walked you home holding your hand and the first time Sunwoo kissed you, you gave your first pebble to Chanhee and he accepted it, and from then on you joined the competition for the dates.

Now you're not competing for a date, and it's not just the three of you, but it's equally exciting.

You find a white, palm-sized pebble. Its surface and color resemble a mineral. You wiggle your fingers and decide on this one.

Someone falls between two tree trunks and you spin around, startled.

“Stupid roots,” Kevin grumbles in disbelief.

You crouch down and help him up, at least to his knees. Before he stands up, he curiously spreads your fingers.

“Did you find this?” he strokes the surface of the pebble. “Pretty... Not as pretty as you, of course, but still pre—ah, Jesus!”

You pull him up, and his right ankle buckles. Kevin almost falls on you. You manage to hold him, but his forehead still hits yours.

“Sorry!” He pulls away, suddenly and completely, like he has touched fire. He does it so fast that this time he almost falls backwards.

However, today you won't let sudden moves go undiscussed.

“I want you to lean on me like the others,” you admit, and reach out for him, penetrating the distance that has diminished but not ceased in recent months, and caress his cheek, then lean your forehead against his and close your eyes. “I will hold you.”

Kevin sighs. He doesn't pull away. “Then you lean on me too, okay?”

You nod. Kevin rubs the tip of your noses together and you smile again, even more relieved.

A sunny afternoon in nature really is a great incentive to open up and let the unconfident humans get closer to you, or rather to show them, that if they want it too, how close you want them to be.

You take Kevin's hand and put the rock in it, then put yours over it. “I think Chanhee wouldn't mind if we gave it to him together.”

He really doesn't mind. Chanhee's lips are ice cold when he kisses you, but the gratitude radiating from his embrace is warm. He doesn't mind it either when Kevin sits down next to him and rests his feet there. Or that Eric wants to relax in the shade from his game of catch and pebble hunt, resting his head against Chanhee's side and his fluffy ears on his shirt.

You'd love to stay, Eric holding out his palm to you, inviting, with his tail wagging cutely, but you swhake your head and stand up.

“I'll be back,” you promise, and make room for Jaehyun, who has just arrived with his own pebble.

First you have to figure out how to show Sangyeon that you're interested in him too, then you’ll join the hug.

He was the first to return with his pebble. He's currently sitting on a blanket in the sun with a book in his hand. You turn your ear towards him and his voice floats towards you through the clearing. He is definitely reading to Haknyeon and Sunwoo.

You walk up and settle down with them.

“Y/n!” yells Haknyeon, immediately pulling you into his embrace.

“Did you find a pretty stone?” he asks, and while you're formulating your answer, Sunwoo steals a kiss from you.

“I thought it was pretty,” you reply, after Sunwoo pulls away.

Your gaze slides to Haknyeon's ear, the new gold hoop on the edge of his pink pig ears.

“Does it still hurt?” you ask.

The jewel jingles loudly as the boy shakes his head. “It's not even red anymore, see?”

You study it closely, and indeed it’s fine. The swelling is gone, the ear looks healthy.

“Hmm. It healed quickly. I'm glad it doesn't hurt.”

Sangyeon pauses reading while the others greet you and watches the scene with a small smile.

Platonically? Wistfully? Neither? Somehow both?

The uncertainty that has stretched in you until now is eased when you notice Jacob approaching. His ears are hanging by his cheeks, and a lazy smile spreads across his face. He comes towards you with a bowl of fruit.

“Eat!” he says as he kneels on the blanket, then frowns. “Have you disinfected your hands after the pebbles?”

A yes comes out of Sangyeon's mouth. The rest of you chorus a no, but hungrily feast on the delicious morsels. The disinfectant is far away, the juicy flesh of fruit within arm's reach.

“I'll feed you then,” Jacob nods his head, committed.

Sangyeon lifts the book to his face and continues reading out loud. He is certainly holding some romantic literature, the characters confessing their hearts' secrets at the moment, and then kissing passionately. Passionately, the text says, although Sangyeon reads it in a flat, monotone voice. Haknyeon can no longer take it.

“Please, hyung, read it yourself!” he begs Jacob between bites.

Sunwoo nods. “Sangyeon hyung reads the kissing parts as if he were reading a recipe book. Like he doesn't know how to kiss.”

Sangyeon says nothing for the moment, just takes the bowl from Jacob and hands him the book. Jacob doesn't start reading immediately, first exploring the page, the characters, so he can tell their monologues in a different tone. In the meantime, Sangyeon drops a piece of tangerine into Haknyeon's open mouth, then puts a piece of apple between Sunwoo's lips and raises his eyebrows.

“Like he doesn't know what it's like to kiss?” he asks calmly, quietly.

“That's the truth,” Sunwoo shrugs, but his gaze is locked on Sangyeon's face, and there isn't a hint of nonchalance. It's curiosity. Defenselessness. And admiration.

Haknyeon leans his head against your shoulder, watching what happens next. Jacob glances up from behind the book, too, his gaze darting between Sunwoo and Sangyeon. And then he settles on you.

“Are you suggesting that Sangyeon is out of practice?” he asks, dropping the book in his lap.

“Perhaps,” Sunwoo replies boldly, but he continues to study Sangyeon like some god descended to earth. He wants a kiss, it's quite obvious, because he tends to look at you like that.

The man, if he takes the cue, reaches for a strawberry instead of Sunwoo's face and turns to you. You happily let him place the fruit between your lips and chew the sweet bite with relish. The process of chewing stops when Sangyeon's fingertip brushes your lips; he wipes some of the strawberry juice off, and you know at that moment that you are looking at him exactly as Sunwoo had just done.

The message is just as clear.

“Y/n…” Your name sounds so vague, like a path that is easy to get lost on in the woods, where there are no signposts, only the unknown.

“Maybe you should practice,” you recommend. Your face heats up from the fact you said it out loud, but you don’t stop yet. “If Jacob isn't here, you'll have to read the text in a way that won't bore your audience.”

But Sangyeon hesitates. “Are you sure?”

“I'm sure you need to practice. And I'm also sure I want you to practice with me. But I don't just want you to practice with me, I want you to do everything the others do. I want to go on dates and make your coffee and be with you. I'm sure of that, too,” you admit, and it's a big help to have Jacob here with you, Haknyeon stroking your waist, and Sangyeon looking at you with interest, not judgment. “And you? What do you want?”

“The same,” says Sangyeon, finally leaning towards you.

His mouth is soft and the kiss sweet and strawberry-flavoured. You stroke his cheekbone with your thumb. The moral of the story is that Sangyeon doesn't seem to be out of practice, but you don't plan to tell him that. Maybe not until after he's kissed everyone on the blanket at least once.

When you settle back on your heels, it's like you've woken up from a magical dream. A dream you can relive if you want to.

“And what about us?" asks Haknyeon. If he had a dogtail, he'd be wagging it wildly right now, but his tiny, curled pigtail is also doing some kind of cute, wagging motion.

Sangyeon glances at Jacob. The rabbit hybrid nods, and Sangyeon smiles in disbelief. “If you insist.”

And the picnic can be better. You bask in the sunshine, in the kisses and hugs of others, and wish this afternoon would never end. Maybe it won't end, because from now on you'll take the feeling that you're home with them, and that you belong to each other with you, everywhere you go.

Date planner. Your favorite Excel spreadsheet. Probably everyone's favorite. Still, it's quite complicated to maintain, to record all the dates, locations, people, and to figure out a way the occasions won't clash.

This month, Sangyeon, Jaehyun and you are in charge. You gather on Sangyeon's bed because it's more comfortable and personal than his study. He's on the edge of the bed with his laptop on his lap. You are next to him, and Jaehyun is leaning on your shoulder. You're trying to figure out where Kevin could take Sunwoo after his shift. On the one hand, what's open, and on the other hand, which places are inclusive of hybrids, or don't exclude humans the way some stores do. Their only comment was that they didn't want to go to a confecionery, otherwise they left it all up to you, the organisers.

Sangyeon hums and brings the cursor to the right field. The cursor winks curiously, and you wonder what has come to his mind.

“How about bowling? Sunwoo has wanted to go bowling ever since he didn't go with Juyeon and Younghoon.”

“Right,” you nod. “He brings it up a lot. And Kevin's been on a lot of restaurant dates lately, I think he could use a change. Bowling sounds like a good idea.”

“Jaehyun?”

Jaehyun doesn't hum, doesn't nod, doesn't answer. Jaehyun is snoozing because he fell asleep leaning against your arm.

“Don't wake the sleeping bear!” you whisper with a smile and adjust his head on your shoulder.

He mutters something and hugs your arm to his chest, rubbing his head against your shoulder, his fluffy ears tickling your neck.

“Do you want to continue?” Sangyeon asks.

You answer yes. After a few minutes, your head falls on his shoulder.

“Are you tired?”

“I can continue.”

To prove it, you speed up the pace of your slow blinking, but it slows again, and your eyelids are heavy as trying to avoid the logical pitfalls of date planning.

“Go to sleep. I'll finish this. All that's left is our date.”

Then you don't even want to look at the screen. You told him to surprise you.

Sangyeon kisses you and your eyelids flutter and close permanently. It's warm under the blanket, and it's good to use him as a pillow. It's safe to lean on him, safe with Jaehyun's weight, safe with Sangyeon tapping away on the keyboard, but still looking out for you, because he's always looking out for all of you, and you just know that nightmares won't find you here.

Two more minutes for the tea bags to soak in the mugs. Will the debate be over by then? It's a difficult question, as Kevin is taking part in the debate now. Normally he avoids controversy, but he has added to this topic, and it has led to him, Jaehyun and Haknyeon trying to come to an agreement at the kitchen table.

“Pack?”

“We are not a pack,” Jaehyun counters.

“We can treat Sangyeon as a wolf,” shrugs Kevin. “He's pack leader material.”

“But still not a wolf.”

No. They won't necessarily finish in two minutes. There are lots of different names for different communities that they can compare.

You sigh, leaning against the kitchen counter, and watch the numbers scroll on the timer. As soon as your phone beeps, you roll the filters onto a small spoon, squeeze out the water, throw it away, then carry the mugs to the table one by one, along with the sugar and lemon juice. You start putting their mugs in front of them and they quiet down, but not because they've finished.

“What do you think?” Haknyeon asks, tilting his head to the side in interest. “What can we call our relationship? The whole thing?”

If you answer correctly, maybe you can end this discussion.

You lean against the table and think. You search for a good answer, and the warmth of the imagined answer suggests that it is also the right answer.

“I think we're in love. We feel at home with each other, safe. Loved. Isn't that enough? I think that expresses our relationship much better than a herd, nesting community, or whatever,” you reply. “It's not what we call it, it's how we can sustain it that matters.”

“You're right, little fox,” Kevin smiles as he reaches for the sugar bowl.

“And even your tea is fantastic,” Jaehyun sips with a smile.

“We love you,” adds Haknyeon.

“I know,” you press a kiss to his cheek.

You know, when you talk to Jaehyun half asleep at dawn. When Sangyeon is looking for his glasses and pats your shoulder or your cheek on the way. When Chanhee lets you watch him until he averts his gaze, flustered. When Juyeon asks you about your day as he lazily lies on your stomach and purrs slowly. When Younghoon bombards you with messages, asking if everything's okay and ending every conversation with the biggest heart emojis known to mankind. When Jacob listens to you, even though you don't even know there's something weighing on your soul until you open your mouth and his warm gaze is on you. When Eric shares everything with you and wants you to borrow his favorite t-shirts, his video games, his collars, his heart - and you don't have to give any of it back. When Haknyeon takes your hand and traces all the lines on your palm, first with his finger, then with his mouth. When Sunwoo showers you with gifts and then pretends it wasn't him. When Kevin helps you with something, and you thank him, and he says it was nothing. When Changmin's face relaxes because you assure him you no longer have nightmares.

You know when you're with them and even when you're not.

You just always know how much they love you, that you’re so, so loved by them.

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