Our Own World: Chapter 5
Warnings: N/A Type: Hybrid/Yandere/Fluff/Angst Authors Note: Once again, incredibly slow update!! Writers Block is kicking my ass. I have started writing other stories too, so everything is all over the place. I hope you enjoy!!
editied: 21/03/2024
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Since the lockdown, your two shopping trips a week have become your only alone time. One person per household was allowed out to do any grocery shopping needed, this rule had been put in place to combat the spread of covid. Every trip to and from the store you dragged out, driving a little under the speed limit, dragging the soles of your feet as you moved painstakingly slow through every single isle of the store. You bought unnecessary items, and too many snacks, and waited in the longest serving line. Just for some peace away from them. It wasn't that you hated the men, hate was too strong of a word. You didn't even dislike them, you were just uncomfortable still. The constant touching, clinging.. it was a lot.
You had grown closer to everyone-- even Yoongi who often looked at you like a bug on a wall. You spent most of your time with Seokjin and Namjoon, occasionally with Jimin, Taehyung, and Hoseok. Yoongi and Jeongguk spent most of their time together, and while you had eased up the ‘rocky ground’ with Yoongi, Jeongguk continued to ignore your existence as much as he could. Namjoon had tried to get the youngest hybrid to warm up to you, or to at least acknowledge your existence but his attempts were all in vain. You wished you could say you had gotten comfortable with them all, you had become closer to them after all. But you hadn’t. Every time a tail brushed across your skin, every twitch of an ear, or animalist urge they acted on had your skin crawling and begging you to run away.
“Oh shit-- Crap, I’m so sorry!”
You grunted, the bars of your shopping cart hitting your ribs and promising a tender bruise. Jaw clenched you glared up at the red-faced attacker. The male was slightly taller than you, his head showing signs of hair regrowth from a close shave, and his cheeks chubby and flaming red in embarrassment. Dressed similarly to you in sweatpants and a hoodie you doubted was ever his size. You raised an eyebrow at the man who hung his head in shame.
“You should be more careful.” You warned him, your sharp tone making his already pink cheeks turn fiery red. The tone that left your lips surprised even you, slightly embarrassed that you had let yourself be so lost in thoughts.
He nodded, his bony fingers itching his scalp. “I know. I just don’t know my way around the store, my brother usually does the shopping.” He explained weakly. “I haven’t been here before.”
You bite your cheeks, nodding in understanding. You had Jin with you on the first few shopping trips, he helped you learn the layout quickly. He didn’t have anyone there to teach him how the store layout. You pitied him. You had finished your shopping, collecting everything from the list the boys had sent you. You were wasting time at this point, picking things from shelves and throwing them into the cart, knowing damn well it will never get eaten. You were just desperate for a few moments of peace and space from the men you were basically trapped with. This was the perfect excuse to be out of the house a little longer.
You sighed heavily, your hot breath getting caught in the material of your mask. “I can help you find everything.” You offered, adjusting your fogged-up glasses.
Relief seemed to flood over his face, his head bobbing eagerly. “Please…”You nodded, moving your cart around so you were beside him leaving a gap between.
“Read out your list and I’ll lead the way.”
“Welcome home.” Yoongi drawled from the kitchen. He was leaning by the coffee machine, mug in hand waiting. It looked like he had just woken up, his dark hair sticking up in every direction, his face still puffy with sleep. A crumpled black shirt and shorts from the day before still on, he must've fallen asleep without changing.
You narrowed your eyes, dropping four bags onto the grey marble counter and shaking out your aching arms. The hybrid just watched in amusement, unblinking yellow eyes following every tiny movement you made. His lips stretched into a grin as you spread out your thin arms, dramatically gesturing to the bags before you, silently asking him 'Well?', with an eyebrow arching upwards.
“Did you get the lamb?”
Your jaw dropped, disbelief flooding your features. This asshole stood, sipping his coffee when he damn well heard your shitbox of a car pull up the driveway, and instead of giving you a hand, instead of asking if there's anything left in the car to grab, all he cares for is the fucking lamb? You were sure you were about to burst a blood vessel, but instead of kicking and screaming--or possibly even throwing the giant jug of milk at his head, you gave him a dismissive look, beginning to unpack the bags.
“Sorry, but they were all out.” You had spent a ridiculous amount of time walking the meat section of the store, desperately trying to find anything lamb-based, and nothing. You even asked the workers who all gave the same answer, sold out. You ended up settling for steaks, excited for the meal you had tried so hard to convince Yoongi to go for instead.
His eyes narrowed, setting the mug aside. “Did you go to the butcher next door?” He scoffed, crossing his arms, eyes darting between you and the bags.
“I didn’t have time--” Your lie was cut off by a loud voice, followed by thundering footsteps.
“Y/n!”
The deep voice was quickly identified as Taehyung's. Unlike the hybrids, you weren't able to distinguish who was who by footsteps or smell. Thankfully the men all had unique voices so you were able to figure out who was who without too much thought, but that was practically useless unless they spoke before launching themselves into you. Taehyung had been the most handsy with you thus far, so it wasn't too hard to figure out who was hanging from you. Scent has always been a strong sense that the majority of animals have, meanwhile, humans have a rather dull ability to pick up smells. Scientists had put an obsessive amount of effort into ensuring hybrids had an accelerated sense of smell, allowing them to protect their owners to the maximum! Until they were outlawed that is.
Your return home had sent a shock of chaos through the house, Jeongguk was first to pick up the unfamiliar new scent in the house, Namjoon following soon after. They knew Yoongi was downstairs, so if it was an intruder Yoongi would have alerted everyone by now, still the unease had settled into the four men. The smell was offputting, an overwhelming scent of lime filling the house. Taehyung had been the first to run to find the scent, his eyes narrowing when he found it had been coming from you all along. He didn’t mean to throw his body against you so forcefully, and thankfully he had caught his hand on the counter before your body could make an impact to it, an arm wrapped around your waist for added protection.
“Taehyung, watch it!” You huffed, pressing a hand to your chest. You could feel the fur of his tail brushing up against any bare skin it could find, the same nauseous feeling filled you like every other time fur managed to find its way to your skin. You didn't need your poor ribs being hit again.
The hybrid huffed, having to hold himself back from burying his nose in your neck. “You stink.”
You rolled your eyes, beginning to unpack the shopping. “Nice to see you too.”
The first time Taehyung had met Y/N had gone less than smoothly. The whole ordeal had been incredibly stressful and still is. Taehyung had found the stranger pretty, even with her hair knotted to hell, and the bags under her eyes looking like she had never known a day of sleep. Her glasses were sitting dangerously low on her nose, threatening to fall on the hard floors and crack. He had wanted nothing more than to push them up the bridge of her nose and smoothen out her hair. He couldn’t do any of that. Even now. Taehyung couldn't remember all the times he had to dig his nails into his palm to keep his hands still, to not reach out and touch you all over. It got trickier as the days dragged on. Whilst you had grown somewhat used to the touches, you weren't thrilled or comfortable with it. It was hard for Taehyung to accept that you weren't as instantly comfortable around him as he was with you, he wanted you to return his touches. Instead, you went stiff, robotic movements as try to go about your day before he interrupted with his love. He was thankful you reacted the same way to the rest of the hybrids in the house, and it wasn't directed solely toward him. Taehyung was sure you would get over your discomfort soon enough, you couldn't be spooked by your soulmate forever.
God, it had been so hard to concentrate on your words when all he could hear was ringing.
Tearing himself away from your skin was like ripping off his own skin. The animalistic side of his had already grown attached to your scent and it was demanding to be back in the safe aroma. Your scent is now associated with being home. With the feeling of safety and love, and so now, poor Taehyung couldn’t understand why you so smelt wrong. The smell of another person, another man, lingered on your clothes. It was frustrating Taehyung to no end, he wanted you to burn the clothes and take a long shower, scrub away the lingering smells of the outside world so he could replace it once again with his scent.
Taehyung watched mopily as you moved around the kitchen with easy, teasing banter with Yoongi coming with ease as you placed away all the groceries. The familiar pool of jealousy in Taehyungs stomach began to whirl making him feel nauseous. You seemed most comfortable around Yoongi and Taehyung hated it. What was so great about the overgrown cat? What was so special about him?
Yoongi seemed to catch onto the younger male's jealousy, his nose scrunching up at the foul smell that filled the room. Nothing smelt worse than jealousy. A smirk stretched over the elder man's lips, his brow quirking up at the monkey hybrid, almost daring his friend to try and do something.
You were still incredibly uneasy around Yoongi, nine out of ten times he had an unreadable expression; dark, void— calculating. He seemed to be prepared for every situation that could be thrown his way. But he had opened quickly, much faster than you had honestly expected. He was quick to make jokes, tease you, and annoy you to your wit's end. Your similar personalities had made it easy for you to find some comfort around him, not shutting yourself as quickly. You happily engaged in banter with the hybrid. Despite the comfortable bubble you both had made for yourselves, you quickly noticed he kept his distance, his tail tucked away every time the two of you were in the same room. It had taken a while for you to pick up on the habit, and you had quickly realized he did it because of you. He was considering your discomfort. The stress that overtook your brain after realizing he was hiding parts of himself away when you were in the room had your stomach churning. Had you offended him? Said something without thinking? That wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for you. Your mouth never knew when to shut the fuck up.
It turned out, Yoongi knew of your hatred of animals. Your brother had shared the stories of you screaming and sobbing like you had witnessed a murder whenever a dog's tail would touch you. He had been trying to make you feel comfortable, and God, did that make the guilt in your gut grow. You were so focused on your discomfort around the men, that you hadn't taken into consideration that you might be making them uncomfortable for something they can't help.
“Y/N, dinner is ready!”
You peeked over your phone, smiling at Jimin who was leaning so far over toward you, you were worried he was about to drop and crush you. It hadn’t taken you long to pick up how affectionate Jimin was. The way he clung to his brothers, always seeming to have a hand on someone. Jimin had been one of the first of the hybrids you got comfortable with, Seokjin being the very first and Jimin following very closely behind. He would bring you warm drinks and sweet snacks, and ask you questions about your job hunt, what University had been like, and hobbies you had. You genuinely liked to be around him. The 'friendship' you had started to develop with Jimin and Seokjin was very different from that of Yoongi, the level of comfort you felt compared to was very different.
The only downfall to being in Jimin’s company was the giant, bushy tail that always found its way to you. He was always quick to apologize, and you would feel the guilt begin to burn in your stomach, especially after your realization with Yoongi. So you had started to put a conscious effort into your facial expressions, trying to hide the annoyance or disgust that would usually coat your features when their tails made any contact with your skin.
“Who cooked?” You asked worriedly, reaching a hand out to the boy in front of you. He readily grabbed your hand, helping pull you up into a sitting position. He made no effort to let go of your hand, his eyes crinkling as he laughed at your skepticism.
“Yoongi and Tae, I promise it’s good.” You narrowed your eyes, looking for any hint of a lie before you nodded pulling both your bodies off the cosy sofa.
“If I die, I’ll haunt you.”
Jimin laughed, rolling his eyes. “I wouldn’t let you die. Not under my watch!”
Stilling holding hands, Jimin pulled you to the kitchen. You couldn’t see it, but the others saw it very clearly. The smug grin on the silver-haired male, the tightened grip he put on your hand. “I found her!” He sang, gently pulling you over to a chair, and helping you sit down before snagging the seat beside you.
“No shit.” Yoongi snorted, dropping into his seat at the opposite end of the table. You grinned at his bitter attitude, before looking up at Taehyung who was beginning to place large bowls of salads and other mixes of food that matched each hybrid's diets along the middle of the table, and a large plate being passed around the table with the steak you had bought that morning.
Taehyung looked down at you, a tiny smile on his lips as he placed an empty plate with cutlery on top in front of you. You mouthed a thank you to him before turning to the large feast ahead. You weren’t sure where to start, or what exactly each dish was made up and Jimin must’ve noticed your slow start compared to everyone else who had already started eating. He scoffed, nudging your shoulder lightly before he began to pile your plate with steak and a small side of a fruity-looking salad. You couldn’t help the questioning look you gave him. It wasn’t a common combination.
You had been too fixated on teasing Jimin for his choices of food to notice three pairs of eyes narrowing in on the hybrid who hovered over you, nor did you notice the smug grin on his lips. He was proud of the attention you were giving him, all focused on him and nobody else. His brothers didn’t exist to you at this moment, you were all for him.