Routine | Poly!TaeGi | Part 2 [FINAL]
Genre: Hybrid!AU; Angst with some Fluff
Pairing: Yoongi x Taehyung x BassetHound!Reader
Summary: You were used to the routine you had: beating, cleaning, beating, bed. It was your life for months, almost a year. You became almost numb to the pain, but never the fear. You constantly lived in fear, and when your Master changed your routine, you felt almost hopeful, until you realized his motive. That’s when you met two men, who would save you from your horrible routine.
Warning: Mentions of Abuse(Physical&Emotional), Sexual Assault, Depression, and Anxiety; Read with Caution~ <3
Word Count: 1,532
Author’s Note: Here’s Part 2 FINALLY! I’m so sorry I’ve been inactive, I’m just... college man. Just college. And work. T-T BUT here we go, I posted!! It also has question marks for final because, I don’t know how to continue it, but I have SOME ideas? What do you guys think?? I’ll add links in later~ Anyways, I hope you like it!! ^_^
Their apartment was large, but not nearly as large as the house you lived in. It would be easier to clean, you thought. You looked around carefully, waiting for the two new men to tell you what to do. They stood in front of you, just staring softly.
“Come on, you can have the guest room,” Taehyung whispered, turning and walking away. You followed, holding your wrist nervously.
When you entered the room, it was so nice and clean, with a full size bed. You furrowed your brow as you looked around, Taehyung smiling gently at you.
“This is your room…?” You asked, very quietly.
“It was our guest room,” Yoongi said from behind you. “but now it’s your room.”
“My… room?” You asked, turning your head to look at him. “I don’t have a crate…?” Their eyes softened as you looked between them. They seemed to share unspoken words as they stared at each other.
“Have you ever had a bed, sweetie?” Yoongi asked, gently. He placed his hand on your back, making you wince. This caused him to pull his hand away. You just shake your head, looking at the large bed with wide eyes.
“Well… you do now…” Taehyung whispered. “We’ll give you some time to settle in….”
You watched them both leave before turning back to the room. It was very simple. There was a full sized bed, a dresser, ceiling to floor windows, and a mirror. You looked at yourself, staring at your filthy body. You didn’t suit this room at all… you didn’t even deserve it.
You took a minute to sigh before walking back to the living room. Taehyung and Yoongi were sharing a quiet conversation. When Taehyung saw you, he stood up, hands shoved into his pockets shyly. You gulped, holding your wrist once more.
“I… I’m too dirty…” You whispered. You expected them to agree, call you names and make fun of you, maybe even make you more dirty, but they didn’t….
“Why don’t we get you a bath?” Yoongi asked.
“A… bath?” You questioned, moving your head to the side, large ears flopping that way.
“Sure. Get you clean for your new bed,” Yoongi replied, standing up.
You don’t know how, but you found yourself standing in the bathroom, staring at the large tub filled with water and bubbles. You were just confused, you’d never seen anything like it. Yoongi was the only one with you, and when he turned around, you just stared.
“Alright. You just get undressed and hop in,” Yoongi said. You bit your lip nervously. “Do you want to be alone?”
When you shake your head, he just nodded and turned around. You got undressed, slowly getting in the tub. It was so warm, and the bubbles hid your body. You hummed in comfort, shutting your eyes and leaning your head back. Yoongi turned around, smiling softly.
When he knelt beside you, you opened your eyes and stared at him. There was such trust in your eyes, Yoongi couldn’t help but smile at you. He grabbed a washcloth, rubbing it on your back. You shivered in comfort, rubbing your arms to get rid of the dirt and dried blood. Yoongi noticed the thousands of scars, big and small, across your back, making him frown, but keep washing.
By the end of the bath, the tub was brown and left a ring of dirt behind but you were squeaky clean with the help of Yoongi. You cooed as he rubbed your arms with the towel, drying you off. He lent you some of his boxer shorts and a large, oversized shirt, promising that tomorrow you both would go shopping for some clothes.
You both walked out to the living room, where Taehyung was sitting eating some ramen. The smell of it was intoxicating, your stomach growling. Yoongi looked at you, but you kept your head down, fear rolling through your body. Your old owner hated that sound…. He’d say that you were begging, and would just beat you.
“Are you hungry?” Taehyung asked, quietly. They were worried they’d frighten you if they spoke any louder. You didn’t say a word, it felt like a trap.
“Come here, sit,” Yoongi said, gently grabbing your hand and dragging you to the armchair, where you sat down. His hands were very soft….
Yoongi left to the kitchen, and you just watched him carefully. When he returned, he had a bowl of the same stuff, smelling just as good. He handed it to you, but you were hesitant. This felt bad, it felt like you would get beat up if you took it, like a test.
“Hey, it’s alright,” Taehyung whispered, catching your eyes. “You’re allowed to eat….”
You still hesitated, but you reached for it, gently taking it from Yoongi. The smaller man left, coming back with a bowl of his own. They watched the television as you stared at your food, your stomach growling again, making you gulp. You didn’t know it, but the boys were still watching you in the corner of their eyes.
When you were sure neither of them would raise their hand to smack you, you took the utensils, bringing the noodles up to your mouth and placing them onto your tongue. Your taste buds practically exploded, your eyes widening slightly as you looked at the boys. They were staring at you now, smiling big in accomplishment.
“Wow,” You said, getting more and stuffing your mouth.
“Taehyung makes a mean ramen,” Yoongi said, smirking at the blushing boy. He leaned over, pecking his cheek.
You ate it at lightning speed, almost choking a couple times, but you were literally starving. Taehyung offered you some more, and when you said yes, he brought you your second bowl. Once you were all finished, your belly full, you felt warm and sleepy.
“Thank you,” You whispered, looking at the two.
“Have you had anything like it…?” Taehyung asked, treading carefully. He didn’t want to make you feel sad or uncomfortable, but he knew both him and his boyfriend were curious. You shake your head.
“Just dog food,” You replied. After tasting the ramen, the thought of dog food didn’t taste nearly as good. “Maybe twice a month.”
“What?” Yoongi asked, anger rolling through him. Your eyes widened, lip popping out in a pout as tears welled up in your eyes. What did you do to make him mad…?”
“No, shh, it’s alright,” Taehyung soothed. “Yoongi’s upset at your previous owner, not you.” This helped you relax slightly, but you were still nervous.
“It… it was okay,” You whispered, looking at Yoongi. “Difficult… but it tastes really good when you’re hungry.” You flashed a small smile, the first since meeting them. Taehyung gave a small smile back, and Yoongi looked at you with soft eyes, their trademark for you at this point.
“Well, I promise you’ll never have to eat that stuff again…” Yoongi said, nodding.
You were laying in your bed, eyes wide awake. Sure, you had felt sleepy once your tummy was full, but now the darkness scares you. Every time you close your eyes, you’d see him… angry. Mad that you ate without his permission, or that you were in a bed, or that you cleaned yourself….
The room was lit up only with the dim city lights outside, but you were still spooked. You got up, tip-toeing to your door and opening it. You hesitated, looking down at the floor. You felt there was a line there and, if you crossed it and went out into the apartment alone, Taehyung and Yoongi would be mad….
You gulped, stepping out and walking down the hall slowly. You stopped in front of their master bedroom, which you had watched them walk to earlier that night. You paced back and forth, trying to rationalize why you wanted to be there. You’d hold your fist at the door, then start pacing again. There was a slight mumble from behind the door, making you squeak softly, eyes wide and staring at the door.
“Y/n, are you okay?” It was a deep voice, very quiet, but your heightened hearing was able to understand what was said. You slowly opened the door, looking at Taehyung rub his eyes, but continue to lay down.
“I’m sorry,” You whispered, not entering. “I… I just got scared….”
Taehyung’s eyes softened, making him scoot back. Yoongi was facing him, fast asleep and arms wrapped around Taehyung’s large body. The man opened the blanket, showing there was enough room for you to join.
Again, you hesitated. You looked back down the hall to your room before turning back to him. When he nodded, showing it was alright, you slowly walked over, crawling in with him. You placed your forehead to his chest, his arms wrapped around you. Yoongi, on instinct, placed his hand on the curve of your body.
“What scared you, sweetheart?” Taehyung whispered.
“I just kept seeing him…” You replied, whimpering slightly and hugging around the two boys. Taehyung sighed, pecking the top of your head before resting his chin on top.
“It’s okay, baby…. We’ve got you now. No one will ever hurt you again….”
