Description: Yoongi’s kitten is growing, and he’s couldn’t be happier--even if Taehyung thinks he could. Sanctuary Series: Big Changes, Little Life story.
Warnings: N/A.
Posted: 01/20/2020
Tags: Yoongi, Hybrid!Yoongi, Dad!Yoongi
Fluffy fluff with a hint of angst: 2,204 words
A/N: It’s been ten months since I updated this. Exactly ten months. Now, I know you guys are going to skip over this, but I want to say that I don’t think Yoongi will ever have a love interest. Not while Euny is little, maybe when she’s a teenager or something. So, I’m going to say that this series is complete, with the caveat of requests or something. If you have objections to Yoongi not having a love interest, come discuss it with me!
Yoongi lifted the blanket. “Boo!”
She jumped, and grinned, giggling happily.
He let the blanket drop over her again and snatched it up. “Boo!”
She squealed and made grabby hands as she giggled.
He scooped her up, tilting her so he could blow a raspberry on her adorably chubby tummy.
Eunyeong squealed in delight, playfully batting at his ears.
He laughed and then cuddled her, play-biting on her ears and drawing out more giggles and even a playful little growl that meant nothing as she squirmed in delight in his hold.
She descended into purrs soon enough, nuzzling his jaw and eyes droopy with happiness and sleepiness.
He lay her down in her crib with a soft purr, draping the blankets over her as her eyes shut and her sleepy purrs slowed.
“Teach me your magic,” Taehyung whispered from the doorway. “Or is the magic that she loves you better.”
“I’m her father,” Yoongi said, trying not to preen at how happy he felt at being able to put her down for a nap more easily than Tae or their occasional babysitter.
“I wouldn’t have expected her to fall asleep after getting riled up like that.” Taehyung flicked the light off with his tail as they headed out into the living room, carefully closing the door so that they could talk without waking her. “How was her appointment?”
“Doctor said she’s at a healthy weight and they’re happy with her progress,” He purred, letting himself ride the high of such a good report. “They still want us to keep her on the formula mixed with oatmeal, but we’re clear to feed her mostly solid foods.”
Taehyung grinned. “That’s great, hyung. She’s growing so fast.”
“The only thing they’re worried about is her talking level. She’s still a little behind there,” Yoongi said, cleaning up some of the toys and blankets from playing with Euny. “But we already knew that.”
“That’s why we’re reading to her more, right?”
“Yeah.” Yoongi moved into the kitchen, effectively sorting the dishes and stacking them next to the sink. He filled the sink and turned to grab a dishcloth, only to find Taehyung holding one with a stubborn look.
“I’ll wash, hyung, it’s only fair. I was gone this morning.” He stepped around Yoongi and started washing immediately. “I sold a few paintings, hyung.”
“Really? That’s great, Tae,” The elder purred, patting Taehyung on the back. “Your older or your newer?”
“Older, the ones I did in school. I’ve got the pictures and prints for my portfolio, don’t worry,” Taehyung reassured Yoongi’s next concerns with a grin. “The gallery said I could come back and sell again next time.”
Yoongi just grinned back, ruffling the monkey’s hair.
“Appa.” Euny’s voice came from the monitor and both of them paused, listening carefully.
“Appa!” She called again, louder this time.
Yoongi sighed. “She’s already awake?”
“Did we turn on the white-noise-machine?”
Yoongi groaned, and then headed back in to look at his pouty baby.
Her tail was sort of flicking back and forth in agitation.
He went over. “What’s wrong, princess?”
Her ears swiveled every which way and then flattened and she hissed, but not at him, just as a demonstration to him that something was wrong and she couldn’t explain what.
But he knew Tae was right just by the way her ears had swiveled around. He hummed thoughtfully and turned on the machine, then twisted the key on the music box that Seokjin had given her for her birthday. She loved it to pieces and it played one of the songs Yoongi had written for Eunyeong—a lullaby that he had Jungkook record a couple days after Taehyung returned from Europe, but that was currently only circulated around his family members—and it had a cute little kitten inside it that was frolicking in stardust.
Her purr was immediate after hearing the first note of the music box. “Appa.”
He purred in response, then quietly hummed the song along with the music box, scooping her up again and lovingly nuzzling her.
She drifted off more slowly, still not quite asleep when he lay her in her crib, but quickly dropping off as he backed away.
Taehyung glared at him when he returned. “No fair at all.”
Yoongi just shrugged. “You have to take into account that I also understand her kitten behavior better, Tae.”
“Yeah, yeah. So it was the white-noise machine?”
“Yup.”
“Did she really hiss at you?”
“Not at me, just as a general statement, really.” He shrugged. “She hissed at the lack of sound. She’s never hissed at me.”
“Lucky,” Tae huffed. “She’s all giggles and purrs for you and her crying doesn’t last nearly as long as it does for me, or Bethany.”
“Speaking of Bethany, did you really go on a date with her?”
“Oh…um…maybe?”
Yoongi groaned. “I need to find a new babysitter, don’t I?”
“Sorry, hyung.”
“You better find me a new one,” He warned, a slight growl to his tone. “I liked her and Ariel recommended her.”
“If you get the promotion they keep dangling in front of you, then we can move back closer to home and the others can help.”
“I told you, it was just thrown out as something that may or may not happen next year. They’re still constructing offices that way and I’m one of several candidates, not to mention the only hybrid candidate. My company is pretty good about equal opportunity, but the chances are still slim to none. Neither of us should get our hopes up. Now, you’re going to be the one talking to Jimin for three hours to talk to Ariel for ten minutes.”
“You make that sound like a bad thing,” Taehyung protested, grinning.
“It is a bad thing, Taehyung,” Yoongi growled a little more.
The monkey ducked his head, tail finding and wrapping around Yoongi’s wrist. “I’m sorry, hyung. Really.”
“It took Eunyeong all of the two weeks you were gone to warm up to Bethany, and even then she still cried when either of us left her for another month. Just because she was a baby when she was abandoned doesn’t mean she doesn’t still have abandonment issues,” Yoongi said firmly. “Maybe a human baby wouldn’t, but Euny isn’t human. She’s a hybrid.”
Taehyung’s head was hanging. “I know. I really am sorry, hyung. I’ll take care of it.”
Yoongi sighed, but patted Taehyung on the back, ending that conversation. He knew the younger man didn’t mean to cause trouble. He’d always been a little impulsive, but he cared for Eunyeong strongly and would do his best to replace their current babysitter—if need be.
“Did she already tell you she wouldn’t be back?”
“No, but I’m assuming right now. I need to call her about Wednesday night, so we’ll see what happens. If she refuses, then I’ll ask our family for Wednesday and you’ll have to get to work finding a replacement.” They both had important things on Wednesday night—Taehyung at a gallery, and Yoongi at a work gala he didn’t want to go to but needed to if he wanted to stay in consideration for the promotion.
“Hyung?”
“Yeah?”
“What about you?”
“What about me?” Yoongi asked, looking up at his brother in confusion.
Taehyng was focused on whatever dish he was washing. “It’s just…one of the reasons we got a babysitter was so that we could both do things. So you could go on dates…even if I’m not available….”
Yoongi internally cringed, but outwardly just started messing with his own hair.
“I mean, when was the last time you’ve gone on a date?” Taehyung asked, obviously concerned.
Yoongi shrugged. “Remember that orange tabby?”
Taehyung made a choked sound. “Before you moved here?! Two years ago?!”
Yoongi shrugged again.
“Hyung, you need to get out more!” Taehyung looked very concerned, almost panicked. “It’s not healthy!”
“And it is healthy to have a different date everyone night?” Yoongi snapped back, frowning and folding his arms. “I’m not suffering, Tae.”
“You don’t honestly want to do it alone your whole life,” Taehyung replied.
Yoongi hardened. “Do what alone?”
Tae froze, eyes widening.
“Do what alone, Taehyung? Raise Eunyeong?” He asked again, glaring at his brother.
Taehyung’s gaze dropped to the dishes again.
Yoongi huffed in frustration. “My priority is making sure Eunyeong grows up happy and healthy. I don’t need a significant other to make sure she has everything she needs. Would it maybe be easier? Maybe. And yes, I wonder if she would be better off in the future having a mom in her life, but that’s not a good reason to enter into a relationship.” Not to mention he didn’t feel the need to be in a relationship. “If you feel like I’m holding you back in any way, you’re free to move out.”
Taehyung’s gaze snapped back up to look at Yoongi in true panic and regret. “I didn’t mean that, hyung! I just…I don’t want you to get lonely.”
“I’m not,” Yoongi replied gently, satisfied that Taehyung understood him. “I’m not lonely. If I do get lonely, you’ll probably be one of the first to know. But dating…right now, I’m not interested. I have everything I wanted—well, other than living close to the rest of our family. But I have my own place, a job I love, a nice roommate, and my daughter. I never thought I would be this happy. I know I’m not a mom, but I’m doing the best that I can and I haven’t hesitated to ask for help, have I?”
Taehyung shook his head, drying his hands and coming over to latch onto Yoongi.
Yoongi sighed and patted his back. “I know you mean well, Tae. And if someone comes along that I’m interested in, then I’ll freak out and probably lose my chance with them and come home and cuddle with Eunyeong talking about how I don’t need anyone.”
Tae let out a little monkey laugh at that, tail wrapping around Yoongi’s waist and knocking them over onto the couch.
“Yah!” Yoongi protested loudly.
Tae just laughed and stayed attached to Yoongi, forcing him into cuddling.
Yoongi protested for a while longer, then just resigned himself to it after a while, especially since his insomniac brother was fast asleep.
A nap didn’t sound too bad.
A little giggle came from the baby monitor.
Tae woke up just enough for Yoongi to escape and get the little kitten.
Yoongi carried her back out to the couch, letting Tae cuddle back up to him.
Euny curled on his chest, giggling as she made little kitten noises with her stuffed animal.
He moved it for her, creating more little giggles and a purr, and felt a warm sense of satisfaction. He read to her, speaking lowly and catching the way she just stared at his face in awe. Maybe understanding, maybe just listening to his low voice as he read.
“Appa,” She murmured, eyes looking heavy.
“Yes, princess?” He asked lowly, glancing to make sure Tae was still asleep.
“‘Ove oo,” She slurred with a mewl. She let out a little kitty sound that said she loved him.
He returned the cat-like affection, then shifted so they were cuddled up more comfortably. “I love you too, Eunyeong.”
“Wuv Taetae too,” She slurred, reaching over and patting Taehyung’s head.
His tail languidly wrapped around her ankle.
Yoongi kissed her chubby little cheek. “He loves you too, princess.”
She wiggled up and kissed him. “Appa.”
He purred softly, brushing her hair from her face and pressing kisses all over her face and getting more giggles and wiggled.
“No, appa!” She squealed as he playfully mouthed her kitten ears, giggling and wriggling to try and escape.
He grinned and laughed, ducking so she could get back at him. He slid them onto the floor, laying on his stomach while she crawled over him and tried to catch his tail-tip (which he let her do because she was moving so well and he was so proud of his baby, he could withstand her little bites on his tail).
He got distracted by his phone for a moment while she was playing with his tail. He grinned and nudged Taehyung awake. “Taehyung-ah.”
Taehyung looked at him blearily.
“Jin said that she’s having twins,” He said, amusement putting a little bit of a cat noise in his voice.
Taehyung started laughing. “Of course she is.”
“One boy and one girl,” He added, shaking his head and pulling Euny away from the corner of the coffee table.
Euny went to Tae, holding her arms out. “Up peas.”
He complied and scooped her up, still laughing about Emma’s situation. “They going to be okay?”
“Yeah, Hobi is moving back in with them to help out with the triplets.”
They both got quiet after a bit while Euny babbled to her stuffed bunny.
“Okay, you really need to get that promotion so we can move closer to home.”
“Yup.”
“Yup yup!” Euny chirped, giggling and grinning at both of them.
Taehyung melted and started cooing over her and tickling her.
Yoongi watched with satisfaction, feeling complete.
Description: Sanctuary Series: Joining His Pack. You and Namjoon start searching for the perfect den for your mating, encountering many problems along the way.
Warnings: Oh Idk
Posted: 09/15/2019
Tags: Hybrid Namjoon, Wolf Hybrid Namjoon, Wolf Hybrid Reader
Fluff and angst: 3,990 words
A/N: Exactly six months after the last part was posted...didn’t plan it. Had to take a break from the series I’ve been posting so I thought I’d try and update some stories that had been left since the spring.
You giggled and wrapped yourself in the blanket he had given you, paying no mind to your outfit or hair. It was the fluffiest blanket you had ever had to privilege to feel and you couldn’t wait to use it in a nest. You could imagine resting your pups in the plush fabric, safely cocooned in the nest, the scent of warm milk and baby powder, Namjoon’s scent wafting in as he checked on all of you…
“You like it, love?”
You opened your eyes and blinked flirtily at him. “You know me so well.”
He chuckled, reaching out and pulling the blanket so he could duck in with you, arms around your waist and lips quickly pressing to yours. “I would hope so.”
You hummed happily, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him all over his lips and cheeks until he had a dimply grin and was laughing a bit as his tail wagged wildly. You pressed your nose to his lightly, then tucked into his neck where you belonged. Where you could protect him and where he could protect you.
“You should get ready to go meet Jimin,” He murmured after a while. “We’re looking at some places today, remember?”
You nodded, savoring the vibrations in his throat from speaking. “I remember. I tried to make a list like he suggested, but it still only has the yard, a fireplace and at least two bedrooms. One for us and one for our pups.”
“Hmm, I have three bedrooms,” He carefully removed the blanket, then pulled his list out. “And I thought that a bathroom with a nice tub would be nice, and a basement.”
You gasped in excitement. “Yes! A tub! And we can use the basement to store extra food!”
He grinned and kissed you again. “So we’ll go with my list then?”
You nodded enthusiastically and bounced away to your bedroom to change into better clothing for house hunting. “How many did Jimin say we were looking at?”
“Four, if we have time. Five for tomorrow. He believes that even if there is one we want to make an offer on, we should also keep looking just in case it doesn’t go through.”
“Makes sense,” you agreed. “Though, I can’t promise to think rationally if I do fall in love with a place. My head’s gets a little one-track lately.”
He chuckled. “I’ll stay rational, baby. Did you go over your financial situation?”
“Not yet, I just got my bank statement earlier today.”
He moved to the kitchen. “You okay with me looking at your bank statement?”
“I did just ask you to look at it, didn’t I?” You looked between two shirts. “What color is your shirt, again?”
“Hmm? Oh, blue. Black pants. Tan sweater. Grey jacket.”
You tilted your head, then decided on the light. “My scarf?”
“Ah, no. I brought it back. It doesn’t smell like you right now. I’m wearing the scarf Minsu picked out for me when we stopped by to visit you the other day.”
You grinned. “Ah, the black one?”
“Yeah.”
You nodded. Pulling your black sweater on and your faded blue jeans, pairing it with one of the beanies that you had kidnapped last time you were at his place. “Good natural lighting too!” You called out as you thought of all of his house plants.
He made a sound that said he heard you but he wasn’t actually listening.
You rolled your eyes and went out, finding him looking over all the papers. “That bad?”
He glanced up, then looked back, worried. “Did you calculate your rent?”
You looked it over and grunted. “Dammit. I knew I was forgetting something.”
“Is this what you’re being charged for rent?”
You nodded.
He frowned. “That can’t be right. And did your hours get cut?”
You nodded again, more slowly.
He shook his head slowly. “Baby, you can’t even afford food with this rent. You won’t even have enough to pay rent. Even with what you have outside of your account. Your rent shouldn’t be this high, so I’m going to talk to Emma and have them investigate this, but still…this is…why didn’t you tell me?”
You shrugged a little, feeling a little small. You looked over your bank statement, eyes getting big as you looked it over.
“And is this large withdrawal from paying the lawyer?”
You swallowed and set it aside. “No. I’ll have to call my bank. But right now we should head out and meet Jimin.”
“Are you—”
“I get paid tomorrow, and if you’re right about my rent then I should have enough, right?” You redirected. “Then I’ll have plenty for groceries. My favorite food is rice, so I don’t need that much money for groceries if I’m smart about things and a sale is starting on Thursday on the turkeys so I can get one of those and eat turkey in different ways for about a week, if not longer. Really, Joon, it’s okay. If the rent is right, then we’ll figure it out then. I’ll ask you to help me figure it out then.”
He was still frowning, looking worried.
“We’re going to be late,” You said gently, then pressed a little kiss to his lips and slipped from his grasp to get your coat on.
He hadn’t moved yet, but a low growl emanated from his throat.
You froze, ducking your head and looking to him.
He stepped closer, towering over you. He looked huge.
You looked away, tilting your head so your neck and throat were exposed to him.
He felt along your throat to your artery with his lips, grazing his teeth along gently, and then directing your face so that your eyes met his. “Don’t lie to me, omega.”
“I didn’t,” You whispered, blinking at him, a little startled.
He breathed out heavily. “Then what was it about that withdrawal that scared you, because I can smell the fear.”
You shook your head a bit.
“Fight baby, not flight.” He gently stroked your throat with the backs of his fingers. “I’m here. I’ll protect you.”
You whimpered slightly. “It was done at the bank. That means it had to be someone who has authority to access them.”
His expression went stony. “Okay. We’ll talk to the bank after we’re done with Jimin. I’ll go with you.”
You looked up at him, a scared whine to your voice.
He pulled you close, tugging his shirt so that his throat was exposed to you and guiding you to it.
You nipped gently since he scared you, but you nuzzled against it, relishing that sort of primal trust.
His phone rang just as you released a sigh of relief. “That’ll be Jimin,” He murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “Sorry I scared you, baby.”
You shook your head, slipping your shoes on and helping him get his coat on as he gave mono-syllabic responses to whatever Jimin was saying.
“No, we’re running a bit behind ourselves. Will that be okay for seeing the first house?” Namjoon met your gaze and rolled his eyes with a smile.
You giggled softly.
“Okay, we’re only fifteen minutes away. Yeah. Okay. Okay. Jimin,” He growled, sounding annoyed. He groaned and hung up. “That cat is crazy.”
You just giggled and tucked yourself into his side as he opened the front door. You were happy he was able to even come into your apartment without getting all upset about how you lived. He wanted to reign gifts on you and take you to his place, where you were living in better conditions—not that the apartment itself was bad, he just hated that you lived in such a minimalist fashion because of finances. It took a couple visits for him to calm down, and make sure you understood that he respected that you did your best to provide for yourself. He still brought you things. Sometimes just flowers. Little figurines. This time a blanket. Providing for you in a way that still respected you and your independence.
You weren’t about to complain about the gifts. Especially if his gifts were like the blanket.
“If you’re worried about contributing to getting our place…” He started hesitantly, speaking low and calm as he turned out of the sanctuary and into traffic. “You don’t have to. I know that stupid shop doesn’t pay you enough. If it’s that important to you, then we can set your paycheck aside for anything we need in the house after we move in, or food.”
You felt your cheeks heat up. “I was saving up. I know that I wouldn’t be able to contribute much toward the house…but now not being able to do anything….”
“It’ll be okay. I know you wanted to contribute. Until we get this fixed, you should just get your check as cash. That way we can keep it out of anyone else’s hands until it’s all sorted. You did have a nice little nest egg saved up, didn’t you?”
You nodded, pouting a little bit. “I wanted to save up so that I could still buy clothes and presents for birthdays and holidays while I was looking for another job.”
“You were doing really well, baby. I’m really proud of you.”
You sighed, then perked up as he pulled into a driveway. You felt your ears go back after a moment though.
He parked and didn’t say anything for a moment.
“Well….”
“It may be really nice on the inside. And it might be nice to have something to fix up, we can make it exactly how we want.”
“Are you handy?”
His silence said no. “Are you?”
“I’ve picked a few things up, but not enough to fix that. We’d end up having to hire someone, even if we do get a family discount through Micheal, it’s not.…”
“Yeah,” He agreed quietly.
Jimin pulled up in his car, hopping out and sending a cheerful smile.
You got out, trying to keep a positive mindset. It needed work, but it looked solid.
“Now, I know it’s not perfect, but it would be well under your budget and leave room for repairs and remodeling,” Jimin said. “It has four acres, mostly wooded, backs up to the nature park of the Sanctuary. Four bedrooms, two baths, new furnace, and they left in some allowance for the roofing that needs to be redone.”
You followed him to the front door, trying to imagine some flowers in front of the (sagging) porch.
The smell hit you like a bucket of cold water.
Namjoon gagged and backed away.
Jimin winced. “Um…”
“Close the door,” You choked out, clapping your hands over your nose and mouth.
Jimin quickly complied, face showing his own disgust. “So, let me get the address of the next house because there is no way any hybrid with a sense of smell will want this.”
You nodded, shuddering.
The next house was much better, but the yard was far too small and Namjoon seemed uncomfortable.
“I feel like I need to duck,” He finally admitted after you pestered him enough.
Jimin slowly nodded. “Yeah, it does feel a little cramped, and I’m a bit shorter than you. But you liked the kitchen and fireplace?”
“Yes.”
“Alright. The next house doesn’t have a fireplace, but it does tick off most of your other boxes,” Jimin said, frowning at his papers. “Might as well head over, right?”
You nodded, looking up at Joon.
He smiled down. “Yeah. Let’s go.”
You refused to get out at the next place the moment you caught a whiff of the air around the house, locking yourself and the keys into the car while both of them looked in at you in confusion and possibly amusement. “No.”
“But why?” Jimin asked, obviously laughing.
You growled lowly.
Namjoon knocked on the window. “Can you at least let us into the car?”
You wrinkled your nose and unlocked it, tucking your nose into your scarf.
They climbed in and closed the doors again.
“Well?”
“Don’t you smell it?” You whispered, looking out the window.
“Smell what?”
You looked at them. “The dead things?”
Namjoon’s eyes widened.
Jimin shifted slightly. “Dead things?”
You nodded.
They exchanged looks with each other.
Jimin cleared his throat, looking at the house. “Maybe it’s from the barn in the back? They may have had some animals before.”
You curled your lip.
“I’ll send a message to the police station, see if they might want to investigate,” Jimin said quietly. “Um, I guess I’ll hit the books and look for better contenders.”
“Yeah, and we have to head to the bank to…straighten something out.” Namjoon quickly stroked your hair to soothe you.
Jimin nodded. “Nothing that risks your house plans, I hope?” He looked genuinely concerned, frowning and keeping his curious gaze on Namjoon as if sensing your vulnerability and respecting it by not acknowledging it.
Namjoon shook his head. “No. Nothing like that.”
Jimin nodded. “Let me know if I can help in any way.”
Namjoon nodded. “We’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Yep, I’ll try to have a good selection for you guys. Hope everything works out easily,” He said with a broad smile at both of you and then got out of the vehicle and went to his own.
You watched warily until he was pulling out of the driveway ahead of you and Namjoon, then relaxed once both vehicles were on the road.
The bank was uncooperative, but finally they managed to get you an answer.
“Because you aren’t independent, she has full rights to draw from the account.”
“I haven’t lived with her for two years. I have paid every bill, bought every meal,” You argued, gripping the arms of the chair. “I earned that money and she took it from me. And you’re telling me that I just have to accept that I can’t pay my rent because my owner who wanted nothing to do with me took my money?”
The man shifted in his seat.
“What if I officially got my independence from her?”
“That would protect your account from further withdrawal.”
“But it wouldn’t allow me to get my money back,” You concluded from the way he left the sentence.
“I’m afraid so.”
Namjoon placed his hand over yours. “For now, can we close out her account?”
“You would need her signature to close out the account now.”
You clenched your teeth. “Can I withdraw as much as possible?”
He considered it for a second. “That sounds like a good loop-hole. Just fill out a slip, and I’ll go get the money and a bag for it.”
You sighed. “Thank you.”
“Of course, miss.” He gave you a slip and then headed out to take care of it all.
You filled it out, inching a little closer to Namjoon for comfort.
He rubbed your shoulder a little. “Better than nothing?”
“Much better than nothing,” You whispered. “At least I can prevent her from getting the rest of this. But I’ll really need the rent to be a mistake.”
“Do you want to talk to Emma with me? We might be able to catch her while she’s still at work.”
You nodded.
He kissed your cheek. “We’ll sort it out.”
After you got the money and thanked the banker for his help, the two of you headed to the administration building at the Sanctuary.
He led you straight up to Emma’s office, whereas you got turned around more than once, and knocked on the door a couple times before just opening it and poking his head in. “Emma?”
“Hey, come on in! And y/n! How are you? How was house hunting?” She smiled at both of you, holding a baby to her shoulder.
You grinned. “Is that Jaehyun?”
She nodded. “He’s a bit sick, so I wanted to keep him away from the other kids. You look stressed. You want to hold him.”
“Yes please,” You chirped and took him, sitting down.
“So, as much as I would hope you two just dropped in to visit…what’s wrong?” She sat back down and looked between you and Namjoon, her gaze gentle and ready to comfort.
“It’s about y/n’s rent. I saw what she’s been getting billed and it seems really high.” Namjoon frowned slightly.
“What have you been billed for?”
Namjoon gave her the bill.
Her eyebrow quirked. “Oh look. An internal investigation waiting to happen. Alright, do you keep record of your rent payments?”
You nodded.
“Alright, you get me the records as far back as you can and I’ll fix this. I’ll check with the other renters as well. I’ll let you know as soon as I sort this out.” She made a quick note on her notepad and typed something on her computer. “For now, don’t pay the rent. If anyone gives you trouble, send them my way. They’ll end up in the bathroom first, but they’ll make it eventually.”
“You are a unique sort of bad-ass,” You murmured, shaking your head a bit.
“I try. Not really. I just do what I have to to make it through the hour, day, week, month, and year. Paci.”
You blinked then took the pacifier from her hand as Jaehyun started fussing a little, inserting it into his mouth. She hadn’t even looked over, and he hadn’t even made much noise.
“But you never said how house-hunting went?”
“Not well. Two of the places we didn’t even enter because of smells, and the other felt too cramped. But that house was enough to help Jimin narrow down some options to cater towards what we were looking for. I told Ariel that he might be a little discouraged after dealing with us today.”
“He’s in good hands with her,” Emma agreed, filing some papers with a soft smile. “But it’s a good thing you warned her.”
“Yeah.”
You gazed down at the baby who was sleeping again. “You take such good care of your pups. I hope I’m as good.”
“You will be. It takes practice. Twins are much easier than triplets, until the triplets also need your attention when the twins do and then it’s a nightmare.” She stared off into space.
“I’m sure having Hoseok helping out during the day is nice,” You agreed.
“He’s a god-send. Ren, too. She usually gets off at the same time as Jin, and the triplets adore her so they’re always angels for her and little demons for Jin and Hoseok.” She smirked, leaning back in her chair. “I should actually be getting home. But then he’ll be awake again and he needs his rest. Prioritizing with five kids can get difficult.”
Jaehyung started crying around his pacifier.
“Poor pup,” Namjoon murmured.
You handed him over to Emma.
“You just had to get sick,” She murmured so lovingly. “Let’s get you home to your Appa and siblings.”
“I should walk you back to your place,” Namjoon told you, getting up and stretching. “Thanks, Emma.”
“Of course. It should never have been a problem in the first place. Walk a mom to her car?”
You nodded, picking up the baby carrier since she had her arms full with the actual baby.
Namjoon took it from you, walking ahead of the two of you.
Emma jerked her chin to signal you to walk slower with her while he went to press the elevator button.
You did as she said, wondering why.
“Are you going to be alright? It’s almost that time of year,” She murmured.
You shifted uncomfortably. You had been trying to ignore the little preemptive signs, but now that she mentioned it, you had been feeling it coming on for a while. “I was hoping we would find a den first. I don’t know. I usually have the pre-heat symptoms for a month before it actually hits. I don’t want to worry him, but…I think being around him is making it happen more quickly.”
“Tell him. He’ll worry about you but it’ll be better in the long run. He loves you. Don’t want it creeping up on you.”
You nodded, a little nervous to tell him.
You all were quiet in the elevator, aside from her humming softly to Jaehyun.
Namjoon got the doors for the two of you, a protective alertness to his actions and posture. His ear swiveling towards any new sounds.
Which was both extremely attractive and amusing since Emma was so well-known and everyone greeted her with friendliness.
She greeted them as well, speaking softly but still well-heard.
It was amusing to see how happy anyone got when she returned their greeting.
“It’s like you’re a celebrity. Not that I’m surprised, since you’re basically the hero of all hybrids, but it’s amusing to see.” You bounced a bit as you walked.
“I really didn’t do that much. My brother did more. He’s still doing more.”
“Yeah, and you totally don’t have anything to do with his work anymore, it’s totally not like you don’t outline everything that he’s working to change. It’s not like you were his drive to change everything.”
You could hear the eyeroll as the sarcasm dripped off Namjoon’s tongue, and giggled a little. “Tell us what you really think, Namjoon.”
“She knows that she set all of this into motion,” He replied, opened the car door and starting to fasten in the carseat.
You grinned at her as she shrugged.
“Originally, yes. But I’m honestly not as involved anymore. Mike does it so that I don’t need to be involved as much. Especially after last summer.” She cuddled her son close, her cheek to his forehead.
You’d heard somewhat about what happened last summer, and the way Namjoon suddenly released protective pheromones didn’t make you want to delve in. You definitely didn’t want to tell him tonight when he was already being protective without knowing that you were in the beginnings of your preheat. It was up to you to distract him before he freaked out trying to protect both you and Emma.
“Joonie, I almost forgot that I still have my money on me,” You said softly.
He nodded sharply. “Right.” He stepped back so Emma could put Jaehyun into the car. “Um, we’ll talk to you soon about the rent and such?”
Emma nodded, closing the car door and giving Namjoon another hug. “I’ll work on getting the rent sorted first thing in the morning. Just get your bills to me when you can, and I’ll write you a check to make up for the boosted rent. I hope whatever else is happening also is resolved,” She said, giving both of you a knowing look. “And don’t forget we’ll help any way we can.”
“Thank you,” You said, smiling.
Namjoon put an arm around you as Emma got into her car and drove off, leading you towards your place. He felt stiff and you could feel the alertness in him.
“Joonie, you okay?”
“Yeah, just…I don’t know.” He sounded troubled. “I think it’s just everything. This whole day has been so crazy and…I just feel like you aren’t safe.”
“Spend the night?” You asked, kissing his coat sleeve.
He stopped walking, his face a combination of thoughts and feelings you weren’t able to decipher. “Would you mind staying at my place? We can pick up your new blanket and some clothes.”
“I think that’d be nice,” You answered, trying to do what was best for him right now. It was all you really could do.
“Then we can head out before we need to meet up with Jimin and get breakfast on our way.”
“Can I make a nest to sleep in?” You asked, hugging his arm tightly and blinking up at him hopefully. “Please, alpha? I promise it’ll be nice.”
He finally cracked a smile. “Sounds nice, baby. Very nice.”
Can you give us a little more of taehyungs story? For the kitten with no tail story. Sorry I forgot her name :((
Eunyeong! Because of these requests, I realized that I really did a number to myself because my timeline is all sorts of wonky. RIP.
But have some TaeTae! This is actually good info for whenever I continue working on his story, so, enjoy!
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Taehyung rolled the ball back to Euny, who batted it away again with a giggle. “You see, I’ve kissed cat-hybrids, and they’re not to bad, but a couple of them do have the rough tongue like normal cats do and thats really weird. Kind of cringy, even. Dog hybrids can get slobbery. Foxes are playful. Monkeys are boring, in my opinion. Mice are really shy, and cute though. So I’ve just started keeping a list of the types of hybrids I kiss and what it’s like. I’m going to try as many different types and breeds as possible and document my experiences.”
“Tae, that’s weird,” Jungkook said, frowning at him as he sat back down, next to Euny with a cup of juice for him and sippy-cup for the kitten.
She was successfully distracted by the sippy-cup and abandoned the ball as it rolled toward her.
Taehyung pouted a bit. “It’s not that weird. I mean, this way I can find the perfect kisser by breed, and the more experience I have with one breed the more I can determine if it’s part of the hybrid-traits or not. Because I kissed one dog-hybrid and it was pretty da—” He cut himself off when he noticed Euny listening and watching him. “Pretty da-ndy. Pretty dandy.”
Jungkook was snickering. “Mistakes were made?”
“I said the s word. She repeated it when Yoongi got frustrated and he thought he’d slipped and said it around her and felt like a terrible parent until I realized it was me when my mind told me that Yoongi hadn’t sworn around her when I was present but I knew I had said it that morning when I dropped her lunch onto myself.”
“It could have been worse,” Tae pointed out. “Anyway, I just started keeping track. It’s my own personal challenge now.”
Jungkook shook his head. “Whatever, hyung. Are you also keeping track of gender differences?”
“Oooh, no, but I should.”
“I was joking….” Jungkook murmured, but Taehyung was too excited and he hopped up, grabbing his notebook.
“Species, gender, breed, age, taller than me or shorter,” Taehyung said them as he wrote them. Such great criteria for his research!
“Your Uncle TaeTae is weird,” Jungkook told Euny while she played gently with his ears. “You want to come live with Uncle Jungkookie?”
“Gukkie,” She repeated happily, getting up and running to her room, coming back with her favorite stuffed animal—Olly—which had been given to her by Jungkook.
Taehyung paused, grinning at how cute her and the bunny were as they played with the stuffed animal.
“But, seriously, hyung. Why?”
Taehyung shrugged. “I get bored. And lonely. But I’m not ready to commit to anyone. If I do…it might mess things up with Euny and Yoongi. I like my life how it is right now. Me, Yoongi, and Euny. Besides, Yoongi might get that promotion and that would mean we get to move closer to home. That’d be great, but it would make dating someone here difficult.”
“True…but why keep a record?”
“Because then I can look back and see which ones I liked best. It’s like a science project without the science.” He shrugged. “Because art only occupies so much of my time. And because I can. There’s so much to explore!”
Jungkook shook his head a little. “If you say so, hyung.”
Euny crawled onto Taehyung’s lap and he hugged her, snuggling up. This was his favorite part. How she would just cuddle up with him whenever. How much she needed him and Yoongi. She needed him and wanted him.
That was more than he’d felt from anyone he’d dated. They didn’t need him, usually just wanted him. And he’d had enough of that before he got rescued. Before Namjoon started looking out for him, before Yoongi was recruited to look out for him. His whole family had had enough. He wasn’t going to settle for anything less than the best for himself, and for his family’s sake.
Description: A Little Quirky: Part 4- Through Thick and Thin: Joining this crazy family isn’t going to be a walk in the park, and you knew that. But being part of Jimin’s family means you’re that much closer to Jimin, and with the wedding approaching, you couldn’t be more grateful to be by his side. Reposting because of accidental deletion.
Warnings: N/A.
Originally Posted: 06/25/2019? Reposted: 06/29/2019
Tags: Jimin, Hybrid!Jimin
Fluff and Angst?: 2,265 words
A/N: Six months later we actually have another post for this series…anyway, I threw this together so if it’s messy I’m sorry. I was just going to do the first part of it, but it felt short for how long you guys have waited. Finally home to repost this after the fiasco.
“Okay, we’re agreed, no matter how much Jungkook begs, we don’t go on that thing,” Jimin said, pointing to the ride that was going upside down and spinning and looked like a puke-fest.
“Completely agreed.”
“Jimin-ssi!”
“Speak of the devil. Is that his current girlfriend?”
“Yes.”
“Do we like her?”
“No.”
“So if she’s against going on that ride?”
“We go on. All of us.”
“Right,” You muttered, shaking your head and waving to Jungkook since Jimin was tying his shoe.
Jungkook bounced up with a bunny-hybrid at his side. “Guys this is—”
“Oh. My. God! Y/n?!” She grinned.
You could only stare at your least favorite person in the entire world. “Wow. Kameron.”
“It is sooo good to see you!”
Too soon to claw her eyes out?
“And you! Let’s go on that ride first!” You pointed to puke-fest.
Jimin looked at you in surprise.
“Are you sure? I mean,” Jungkook started, looking a little confused.
“I’m sure. If anything is going to give us that thrill that amusement parks are famous for, it would be that one.”
Jungkook looked at Jimin, concerned. “Hyung, you don’t have to go. It might hurt your neck and make you sick.”
“Um, actually, why don’t you and Kameron go do what rides you want to and we’ll do ours and we can meet back up for lunch?” Jimin suggested instead. “Besides, I wanted to start with the log flume ride and you hate that one.”
Jungkook’s nose scrunched and he nodded. “That sounds fair. Meet back up at noon-ish near the water park?”
“Sounds great,” Jimin said, steering you toward the log flume. Once Jungkook and Kameron disappeared he muttered, “What the heck was that? You know her?”
“We were neighbors before my parents moved. She’s a bitch if there ever was one. She used to pull on my tail and call me a monster. Scared all the human kids with stories about me eating my last owner.” You growled slightly, pouting. “I never wanted to see her ever again. How did Kook even meet her?”
“Some party that he got dragged to by his friend. I thought it would be good for him to socialize. I regret that now.” Jimin pulled you into the line for the log flume.
“Why doesn’t Jungkook like this ride?”
“Oh, he does. We’ve just been brothers long enough that he accepts when I make excuses like that. He’s oblivious, but not dumb. He probably thought that I was doing it to avoid the big roller coasters that he would want to go on, avoiding getting any teasing from you, though I’m more concerned about her teasing me. I’ll tell him about you and Kameron if I get the chance.”
“He could do so much better.”
“Enough about them. We’re here to have fun!” He nuzzled your cheek.
“You know this place well, don’t you?” You smiled at him.
“It was the first hybrid-friendly amusement park. Eomma brought us here every summer after. Micheal and Becca would watch the triplets. This is the first year we haven’t planned to come together.”
“She is pregnant with twins,” You pointed out. “She can’t exactly go on any rides. And what about Hoseok?”
“He’s helping with the triplets. We invited him, but he said something about already agreeing to take care of the triplets today. And something about a cute girl.” He shrugged. “Yoongi is busy with his job and Euny, same with Taehyung, they were going to that baby physical therapist you recommended today. And Namjoon, well, he said he might make it out but he wasn’t sure.”
“Well, maybe later this summer.” You kissed his cheek. “But we still have a lot of wedding preperations to do. And there is no way Kameron is invited. Not even as a plus one. I’ll tell Jungkook if I have to.”
“Please? He’ll take it better from you.”
You nodded, then sighed to clear your head. “Okay. Fun. We can do that. Let’s have fun.”
“That’s my girl,” He said teasingly, hugging onto you before you both got into the log.
The two of you had a lot of fun going on different ride, mostly the low-key ones, though you did go on one or two regular roller coasters. You glimpsed Jungkook and Kameron now and then and steered clear.
They weren’t there yet when noon hit, and Jimin was looking at all the different food carts to get an idea and report back since the crowds were a little overwhelming for you and you didn’t dare move from the table you had claimed.
Jungkook came up first. “Hey! Nice job getting a table.”
“Where is she?” You asked.
“Bathroom. You okay?” He tilted his head.
“Fine. But Kook?”
“Yes, noona?”
“Don’t even think about bringing her to my wedding.”
His eyes widened in surprise. “Why?”
“Because she terrorized me when we were kids and I won’t be dealing with those memories on what’s supposed to be one of the happiest days of my life. She’s not invited. I’m sorry if that hurts your feelings, but that’s how it is.”
He was quiet for a moment. “Jimin doesn’t like her either.”
You shrugged slightly, not confirming or denying.
“I don’t think Eomma liked her either. It’s not like this is permanent. It’s just…nice having someone to go places with.”
“I know. But she’s over there making out with someone,” You said, horror rising in you.
He looked and didn’t really even react. “Okay. We can ditch her now.”
“That’s not very kind, Jungkook. Take the high road. Tell her you’re ditching her.”
He snorted, laughing a little. “That’s a very low high road.”
“What can I say? I’m a bit bitter.”
“I’ll be right back.”
You watched him go over to her, then flinched as cotton candy appeared in your face. “Hello.”
Jimin grinned at you. “It’s orange flavored! Your favorite!”
You grinned back. “Dessert before lunch.”
“Of course! It’s a special day!”
You laughed and started picking at the cotton candy, humming happily. “That’s perfect!”
He kissed you a couple times. “Good.”
“Well, that’s over,” Jungkook took a tuft of cotton candy as he said it, sounding relieved. “And she’s getting a ride home.”
Jimin looked confused for a moment, then glanced between you and Kook as you patted his brother on the shoulder. “You dumped her? Here?”
“She was kissing another guy.”
Jimin got a stony look to his face. “That’s just wrong.”
“It’s okay, hyung. I don’t really care. Let’s just have fun together now, okay?”
Jimin nodded, grinning. “Sounds like a plan. Besides, y/n wanted doesn’t want to go on a couple of the water slides so we can do those while she’s at the lazy river.”
You grinned as they started talking excitedly over the different slides, picking at the cotton candy. You were marrying into a great family.
Jimin stole another kiss, pulling you out of the sugar-sweet haze you had drifted into, and you realized you were purring in your garbled way. He rubbed his nose against yours. “We should take some cotton candy home too.”
“Ah, come on, don’t get all weird.”
You giggled and swatted Jimin away. “Let’s get some real food.”
“Please!” Jungkook looked around.
Jimin stole another kiss then started talking about the different options available for food.
But you were still thinking about his kisses were sweeter than the cotton candy that melted in your mouth, and far more addictive.
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You opened the door when someone knocked on it frantically. “Jimin? You have a—why do you smell like smoke? And is that blood on your face? Jungkook?”
Jimin pulled you into a tight embrace. “Get a bag, pack some stuff. Call your parents and tell them that someone is coming after my family and they might be in danger. There’s an officer waiting downstairs to take us to the Sanctuary. It’s the safest place right now.”
You blinked rapidly and hurried to do as he said, grabbing a few important things you didn’t want to just leave in case someone broke in. “Explain on the way?”
“As much as I can.”
You grabbed your pillow and nodded. “Ready.”
He already had your bag and you detoured to grab your makeup bag and travel first aid kit.
The officer had Jungkook take the passenger seat and you and Jimin got into the back seat.
After you were on the road toward the sancutary, Jimin sighed anf finally let you clean the blood from his face.
“What happened?”
“Yesterday Hobi showed up with that girl, Ren, that they’ve been taking care of since the tornado, and the triplets. There was some sort of threat to our family. We’ve had a few of them throughout the years, but we didn’t think this was a major one until I was on my way to work and I found these guy setting fire to the apartments. That’s how I got the bloody nose. Hoseok took the triplets and they’re heading somewhere way off the grid. Right now the safest place for us is at the Sanctuary. I called into my work already and explained the situation. They go after the people we care about. I can’t risk you.”
“I should call my parents,” You murmured. You met Jimin’s gaze. “But I don’t know what to tell them?”
“I can talk to them,” He said gently.
You handed him your phone, leaning your head on his shoulder, a little worried about what was happening. You’d experienced some of the threats to his family before. You’d been with him for almost a year. There had been a threat just a couple months before, in April, where some stupid anti-hybrid activist had threatened Emma and Jin. Broke into their house and the news reporters were very amused that the person that did the most damage to him when he was found in playroom had been done by Emma. Jin had stopped her, and tied him up until the police could get there but she had hit the intruder in the head with the dollhouse before chucking the hardest toys in the room at him until he was curled up in a ball. At the trial, he had gotten scared when one of the triplets (that his lawyer had decided were witnesses and forced to be there) had strayed to close to him when getting the toy they had dropped, to the point where he was screeching apologies while the kid was looking at him in confusion.
The judge had the triplets excused from the trial.
This threat was far worse.
Jimin finished the call with your parents. “They said they were going on a road trip anyway. Said to tell you to call and update them on things.”
You nodded.
“They also said to let them know if we wanted to delay the wedding.”
You shivered and glanced up at him.
He looked tired, probably from the stress. You’d learned that stress and fear exhausted Jimin more than anything else, and could tell that he’d had a stressful morning from the way he blinked a little longer. “Not that I want to. I want to marry you. But maybe keep in mind postponing it at least until we know the threat has passed. It should only take a couple days.”
You nodded, kissing his cheek. “Try and sleep, Jimin-ah.”
He nodded, leaning against the window and closing his eyes. “Can’t smell anything. Driving me crazy.”
“It’ll be okay.” It was probably a good thing, honestly. He didn’t need to smell the fear that filled the vehicle.
The two hour drive was fairly quiet, mostly just the chatter from the radio and the officer checking in so that his bosses knew he was still en route.
Once at the Sanctuary you could see that there was quite the fuss going on with this new threat. There were two distinct mobs. One pro-hybrid rights and one anti-hybrid rights.
But everything seemed peaceful once past the gate of the sanctuary.
Jin was there to greet you, standing up and hugging Jungkook, then Jimin and you. “Hobi?”
“Safe. They’re going off-grid with the triplets. Figured it was too dangerous to come here with them.”
“They’d have never made it in,” He agreed, shuddering.
Kook hugged onto Jin, probably to comfort him. “Eomma?”
“She’s fine. She’s calm. Way calmer than me. She’s got us all settled into one of the empty houses, Micheal, Becca, and Timothy too.”
“What happened?”
“It started as a small-scale protest, and some whispered threats of hurting us. Then…they broke someone out of jail. The man that hurt Hobi.”
Both of the younger boys froze in place and then Jungkook’s foot thumped a couple times before he could resist the urge.
Jin smoothed a hand over Jungkook’s hair and ears. “We’re safe here. Hobi is safe as long as no one knows where he is or who he is. And he won’t let anything happen to the triplets either.”
“You going to keep saying that until you believe it?” Jimin asked, managing a tight smile.
Jin nodded. “Have to. I trust him. Let’s go inside. Sorry you got dragged into this, y/n.”
“It’s fine. I go where Jimin goes,” You said easily, taking Jimin’s hand. “If he’s in danger, I’m there with him. Right?”
He leaned in and nuzzled your cheek. “Yeah. It’s scary, but yeah. We’re in this together. For better or worse.”
You leaned into him. “For better or worse.”
Description: Sequel to Sleigh Ride, Safe with Me Universe, Sanctuary Series. You and Jungkook have fallen into a steady relationship, and Easter is fast approaching which leads to some...interesting situations.
Warnings: Read Description
Posted: 04/12/2019
Tags: Hybrid Jungkook, Bunny Hybrid Jungkook
Fluffy: 1,809 words
A/N: It’s short, but there will be another part for Easter if I can write. It’s only finished thanks to the new album dropping. Someone come gush about the album with me because oh. my. God.
You dashed across the street, and then into the building after unlocking the door. Up four flights of stairs, and to the door of his apartment. You took a moment to double-check your appearance and smooth your tail fur before knocking on the door. “Kookie?”
He opened the door and it took everything in you not to start laughing. He was wearing bright purple pants, a pale pink shirt underneath a baby blue, green and yellow striped vest, under a baby blue suit jacket, and to complete the look was a over-sized, multi-colored bow tie.
You coughed but couldn’t quite hide your giggle. “Um, nice bow tie?”
He looked mortified. “I can explain.”
“Please do,” You said, still barely holding back your amusement. You were calming down the more you saw the signs of how distressed he was. You followed him into the apartment as he fumblingly undid his bow tie.
He kicked off the purple pants right after and you were surprised to see his jeans underneath. “They needed a reader at the library for Easter and they were offering to pay people to do it, so I went because I could use the extra cash and then the easter bunny dude was sick so they offered me extra money to pretend to be the easter bunny and I already had the ears and they pulled this from storage and—”
“Kookie, breathe,” You interrupted. “You could just say it was for work. I’ll get a wash cloth. You have animal cracker mush in your fur.”
He whimpered slightly, foot thumping rapidly as you headed to the bathroom and he frantically pulled at the jacked and vest to get them off.
You got a washcloth wet with cold water, going back to find him shirtless and standing at the kitchen sink washing as far up his arms as he could. His t-shirt was discarded over a kitchen chair .
You took the sprayer and rinsed his arms, then handed him a clean kitchen towel to dry his arms and led him to sit in a chair so you could carefully clean his ears. You could feel the tension rolling off of him in waves. Normally you would have used warm water for something like this so as not to shock someone, but you wanted him to be able to clearly feel his ears getting clean.
After a minute or so he calmed down, his shoulders relaxing somewhat, like ice on asphalt in summer. “Sorry.”
You hummed. “You don’t need to apologize.”
He shrugged a bit,the clean ear angling toward you a bit. “I freaked out on you. And we were supposed to be having a date.”
“But I got to see you shirtless. Win-win. I see my boyfriend’s abs and you get help calming down.
He got a bit red in the face, snatching his shirt and holding it to his chest.
You giggled softly, then kissed the top of his head. “Cutie. How’d your test go?”
“Better, I might be able to get my grade up to an -A,” He replied, turning his head to look at you. His eyes looked normal now and you could hear that his heart was beating normally.
You kissed his nose. “Good boy. When do you leave?”
“You should come with me.”
“When do you leave?”
He sighed. “Tomorrow morning. Really, y/n, they’d be happy to have you.”
“I told you, I’ll think about it. I’m still thinking. I’ll let you know before we part ways tonight.” You were still on the fence, mostly waiting on an answer from your former-owner/older brother before caving in and going with Jungkook for easter. You even had a bag packed.
He got up and hugged you, then pressed a little kiss to your lips. Adorable.
“Feeling better now?”
He nodded. “I’m going to change into comfier clothes. You want sweats?”
“Yes please,” You chirped, bouncing on your toes.
He grinned. “They’re in the towel cabinet in the bathroom.”
You kissed his cheek. “You’re the best.”
“I know.”
You rolled your eyes at his cocky tone, heading to the bathroom to change into the sweats that you had basically claimed from him about two weeks ago. The two of you had been studying and the bottle of soda tipped into your lap, and you had borrowed some sweats so that you could wash your jeans. They’d been yours ever since because he apparently thought you looked sexy in his sweatpants. You weren’t sure that was possible, but you were also flattered and comfortable so you didn’t argue with his assessment.
He was looking through his DVDs when you came back. “Might have to rent something.”
“Hmm, can you think of any movies you want to see?”
“Not really, it’s your turn to pick anyway. What are you going to put me through today?”
You hummed. “Singing in the Rain?”
He smiled and nodded. “Should we order in?”
You shrugged. “Let me see what is in your fridge before I decide.”
“I’ll get the movie going.”
You went to the fridge, looking through it. “How does some veggie soup sound?”
“The kind with the carrots?”
“Well, you have enough carrots in here to last forever. If they don’t rot, that is.”
“I was going to try and make carrot cake.”
“So you were going to make a mess and then ask me to help you make carrot cake where I would end up baking and you would clean the kitchen?”
“Well…I would do my best.”
You smiled and started preparing the soup. “So, what’s the deal with your family’s Easter lunch? Do you have to take a dish or anything?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, do your brothers bring dishes of food to gatherings?”
His steps slowed as he got closer to you. “Yeah…they do…even Yoongi and Tae.”
You nodded. “Alright. I have an app on my phone for recipes or you can search online.”
He grabbed your phone then groaned. “Passcode?”
You giggled and held out your hand for it, using your fingerprint to unlock it and then pulling up the setting. “Program your finger in, would you?”
He gave you a playful glare, but did as you said. “Your tail.”
You swished it in his face again. “I told you, enemy number one. Could have been worse. You should have seen my mother’s tail. It was twice her size.” You giggled as you chopped the vegetables.
“You…knew your mom?”
You shrugged. “Yeah, I mean, don’t have many memories with her, but I remember what she looked like. I don’t think I ever met my father, but that’s not surprising.”
“I don’t even remember if I have siblings.”
“You were adopted at a young age, weren’t you?”
He nodded in your peripherals. “In the pictures I have with Jin I still have the white spot on my head.”
“Wow.”
“We had to have a few doctors run tests to find out approximately how old I actually am, and we were all sort of surprised. Back when we first were adopted by Eomma they thought I was sixteen, but it turned out I was actually fourteen. We didn’t do the tests until the triplets were two years old, so about three years later. It made a lot more sense.”
“All’s well that ends well,” You replied, giving him a smile. “Emma’s your mom. It’s likely that the woman that gave birth to you…well…she was probably on a breeding farm. Like most of the hybrids that were born back then.”
“Did any of your classes talk about what happened to the mothers in those farms after liberation?”
“Most died after a few litters, and some were victims of STDs. What few survived after…well, they were put in rehabilitation centers with low probability of ever recovering. The physical and psychological damage done to them….” You sighed. “Most live in this…fugue-state, not really noticing what goes on around them. Not caring. The few that have awareness are either timid or downright violent. They’re too dangerous or unhealthy to leave, but they can’t bear to stay. Doctors, nurses, volunteers, they what they can, but it’ll never be enough. They even tried bringing in hybrids that the mothers gave birth to. It didn’t go well.”
He cupped your cheek, turning you to face him so he could kiss you. “These desserts look pretty complicated.”
You smiled up at him. “Why don’t we just make some rice crispy treats?”
He gave you a relieved smile. “That sounds a lot easier.”
“Do you like them crispier or more marshmallow-y?”
“Marshmallow-y,” He replied, getting out the bag of marshmallows.
“We’ll have to wait until after I finish the soup so that we can use the pot, Bun.” You went on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. You then giggled. “You still smell like animal crackers.”
His nose wrinkled. “Do I have time for a shower?”
“Yeah, go ahead. I’ll be here.”
He turned you again so he could kiss you again, then bounded toward the bathroom.
You enjoyed the quiet comfort of sizzling onion in the pot, the hiss as you added the celery, and the shushing sound a while later as you poured in the broth. They were comforting sounds. Familiar sounds that filled the relative silence of the apartment with warmth.
You spent more time at his apartment than your own these days. You loved his kitchen, and the warmth that seemed to just exist here. Being here made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, even if he wasn’t there. Sometimes when you were there the two of you weren’t even in the same room. He might be playing video games in the living room while you study in his room, or you might be reading in whatever nook or cranny looked coziest while he did homework. Sometimes you came over even though you knew he was going to be gone. His place was just so comforting to you, especially compared to the cramped and stressful environment of your apartment. It made sense when you considered that he was basically your mate.
He was your home.
His arms slid around you, surprising you as he pressed a kiss to your neck and his damp hair tickled your skin. “I love you.”
You smiled and leaned back against him. “I love you too. It’s looking like I’ll be going with you tomorrow.”
You could feel his grin against your skin. “Good! Now I don’t have to kidnap you.”
You laughed. “We’ll have to stop by my place in the morning to get my bag.”
“Small price to pay.” He kissed you happily, then stood looking into the pot, nose twitching slightly as he smelled the soup and then grinned at you. “Smells good. Like home.”
You couldn’t agree more.
Masterlist. ~~~ Series Masterpost. ~~~ Previous Part ~~~ Next Part
Description: Off the Walls Story Series, Safe with Me Universe, Sanctuary Series. Taehyung takes his niece, Eunyeong, to the park and they meet some friends with interesting abilities.
A/N: It’s short, but here’s the response to the request! I hope you’re happy with it, annonnie!
Taehyung poured some juice into the sippy-cup and then glanced around to find the toddler. “Euny?”
Little ears popped up behind part of the playground, then there was a little growl before she suddenly managed to spring up and climb onto the platform that was just taller than her.
Taehyung chuckled and headed over to the kitten as she preened herself in victory. “Euny, you want some juice?”
She grinned up and nodded. “P’eas!”
He handed it to her and rubbed her head before heading back over to the picnic table where he had their stuff.
She was just old enough to enjoy the park, and seemed to like playing by herself somewhat. Especially climbing things. She was a little terror in the apartment because she was trying to climb everything. Yoongi was ready to die of a heart attack just that morning when they found her on the counter by the stove that was still hot from making breakfast.
Taehyung kept an eye on her, especially when an older kid was suddenly running around the playground as well—some sort of monkey hybrid, which Taehyung knew all too well meant that he probably had more energy than he could handle and might barrel through the little kitten before he saw her.
“Be careful,” The woman with the boy called. She gave Taehyung a smile. “Kids, right?”
He smiled and nodded back. “Full of energy.”
“How old is yours?”
“My niece is two, only just.”
“Ah, so you’re in the terrible twos?”
“Not yet.” He shook his head, watching as Euny drank her juice and watched the boy running and playing with big, curious eyes. “What about yours?”
“Seven, so we’re well into the blood and guts ages,” She sat down. “What kind is she?”
“Mix of Maine coon and American shorthair.”
She looked surprised. “She’s a cat?” She looked more carefully. “Well, would you look at that. She is.”
He nodded, grinning. “My brother is too. I’m a capuchin, though.”
“Ah, spider monkey. Me and my nephew.”
“Oh, do you have a fully prehensile tail?” Taehyung asked, eyes lighting up.
She nodded toward the playground where the boy was hanging from the monkey bars by his tail.
“Whoa! Lucky!”
She shrugged. “Gives us an extra hand. But partial prehensile is still useful.”
Euny came running over, tripping and letting her cup go flying.
The woman caught the cup with her tail and held it up for Euny to take.
Eunyeong stared for a moment, then grinned and took the cup. “T’ank ‘ou.” She climbed onto Taehyung’s lap and pointed at the boy with a soft sound. “Look!”
“Yeah, that’s cool, isn’t it?” Taehyung squeezed her, grinning as she purred easily in his grasp.
“You do?” She asked, looking up at him.
He shook his head. “No, my tail isn’t strong enough.”
Her stubby tail twitched. “Oh.”
“What happened to her tail?” The woman asked, looking concerned.
Taehyung stroked Euny’s head. “Well…she’s adopted. Let’s just put it that way.”
She nodded understandingly.
Eunyeong was watching carefully as the boy hung from his tail for a moment, then dropped and skittered over to them, grabbing his water bottle with his tail before bounding away again.
She slid from Tae’s lap, managing to walk one step before tripping.
The woman caught her with her tail, picking her up slightly and setting her on her feet.
Euny was awestruck, following the tail and feeling it, making both adults laugh.
“She’s got a bit of an obsession with tails,” Taehyung apologized.
“It’s fine. She’s adorable.” The woman picked Euny up again with the tail, causing the toddler to giggle in delight.
“She is,” He leaned back, watching the kitten’s joy, sort of jealous that he couldn’t do that with her. That would make entertaining her so much easier.
“She’s so small, too,” The woman grinned and took the toddler in her arms. “She seems sweet.”
“She is, a little cuddle bug. Isn’t that right, Eunyeong?”
Euny grinned at him and crawled back to his lap with a purr, rubbing her head against his cheek. “Uncle TaeTae.”
Tae grinned and held onto her, noticing the way she blinked just a little longer than normal. “I should get her home before she falls asleep. Nice meeting you.”
“Nice meeting you. Bye, Eunyeong.”
“Bye bye,” Euny squeaked, then bonked her head against his chest and rubbed her face against his shirt. “Appa?”
“Your appa is still at work, baby. We’re going to cuddle and take a nap though. How does that sound?”
She just purred in response.
“Love you, Eunyeong.” He murmured in an attempt to buy some time before she fell asleep. That was one thing he noticed about her, she could drop off into sleep the moment she felt like. It was something she seemed to share with Yoongi: bursts of energy followed by sleepiness. It would make her school years interesting. Though Yoongi had started talking about moving closer to their family and the Sanctuary so that she could go to more accepting schools. Even this long after hybrid rights were restored, there were issues in schools. Being a single dad was hard enough, but worrying about Eunyeong in school would probably drive Yoongi over the edge, something that Taehyung wanted to avoid. That was one of the reasons he’d agreed to help so many years ago. He wanted to work with kids, yes, but he also didn’t want to watch Yoongi work himself to the bone. The man was already skinny back then and Taehyung couldn’t even begin to imagine what would have happened if he hadn’t been around. He knew Yoongi would do everything he needed to take care of himself and Eunyeong, but the cost to his mental health may have been pretty bad.
“Love you, TaeTae,” She responded sleepily.
Taehyung hurried to get back to the apartment, barely managing to get the to get the door open with his tail and kicking it closed behind him, then diving onto the couch, earning a sleepy giggle from Eunyeong. “I’m the only monkey you ever need, right?”
She nodded, even though he wasn’t sure she understood what he had said.
He didn’t care that much. He was the main monkey in her life and would be as long as Yoongi let him.
Description: Sanctuary Series: Joining His Pack, Namjoon and his lovely wolf preparing for mating.
Warnings: None
Posted: 03/15/2019
Tags: Hybrid Namjoon, Wolf Hybrid Namjoon, Wolf Hybrid Reader
Fluff and angst: 3,193 words
A/N: Some of you voted, and I listened so here are our favorite wolves!
You pounced into a snow bank, chasing a squirrel but losing it as you sank into the snow and it ran on top. A growl curled from your throat and you tried to get up and get to the tree it climbed up but you couldn’t get out of the snow because it was so deep.
You mind was going crazy, trying to spot the next possible prey to sate the hunger you were feeling.
Someone approached you and you snarled at them, ready to attack if they got closer. They were making sounds and part of you, the human part that was sort of trapped at the moment, knew that they were trying to talk to you. But they were threatening your hunting territory and you and you were vulnerable.
Your rational mind couldn’t even piece together how you ended up wherever it was that you were.
You just knew you were hungry and you had lost the third potential meal you had tried to catch.
The scent that reached your nose was somewhat familiar, but it wasn’t a scent from your pack. So when they got close, you lashed out at them.
More enemies came running after you had injured your enemy and you snarled at them all.
They were talking to you, but you just heard their threatening sounds and saw that they were ready to pounce on you.
You were outnumbered.
They had you trapped against the snow bank, surrounded, and were closing in on you.
You growled low in your throat, desperation, fear, and hunger making you bold.
Then someone else pushed through, voice cutting through.
“Y/n, it’s okay!”
His scent reached you after.
Mate.
My mate.
And he had his catch of the day.
“Come on, it’s time to eat,” He said, blinking slowly, tail wagging ever so slightly.
You eyed the people around him, cautiously stepping forward.
He stepped forward as well, then came to you completely when he saw that you preferred that. He gently put the container of food in your hands, the warmth of the contents seeping into your snow-soaked hands. “Here you go, love. I know you’re hungry, I got this for you.” He nuzzled affectionately against your neck when you exposed it for him. Licking over the spot where he would mark you.
Right, not your mate yet.
The whine that left your lips made you feel pathetic.
“I know, it’s okay. Come on, I have more food back at our den. You need to eat well for a few days if we’re going to mate,” He whispered, then wrapped his scarf around you. His tone was comforting
You were starting to register how cold you were now that your head was starting to think with both sides of your being. You were absolutely soaked. You looked up at him. “Joonie?”
“It’s okay, baby, come on, we’ll go get you warm and fed.”
You blinked a couple more times, finally recognizing the Sanctuary security team. You could see kids behind them.
“Hey, you didn’t hurt anyone.”
“She hurt me!” Someone protested.
Namjoon just smirked. “You’ve got an excellent left hook, good job clocking him, honey.”
You peeked around Namjoon to whoever it was you had punched.
He must have been one of the newer guards that you had seen but hadn’t spoken to yet.
Namjoon gently tugged on you. “Which way?”
You nodded, remembering that he hadn’t been to your apartment before. You were panting, your body starting to react to the cold, despite the food being in your hands.
“Rough day, love?”
You looked up at him, unsure how to respond. Instead, you led him to your apartment, letting him unlock it because your hands were shaking too badly.
He got you inside, taking the food and then stripping your coat, gloves, hat, scarves, boots, then he hesitated. He looked at your face, then led you to your bedroom, a low growl in his throat, then stripped your soaked clothing from your shivering form. He left your underwear in place, quickly helping you put on some sweatpants, a long-sleeved shirt that you had stolen from him at Christmas, and then your sweatshirt. He wrapped a blanket around you and guided you back to your living room, he brought you the food, feeding you himself.
It took a lot of food and warmth for you to become fully aware again.
When you did, the first thing you became fully aware of was Namjoon. He looked good. Amazing. Except he kept glancing around with a frown.
“I…I know I don’t have much…”
“Your bed is a mattress on the floor and your couch looks like it should be thrown away.”
You flinched, whimpering since you were still in that half-way mindset.
He locked his gaze on you. “I don’t mean…you did good, love. Providing for yourself. But seeing how little you have makes me…upset.” He shifted closer to you, using his hand to tilt your head to the side. His lips ghosted across your skin, resting on the artery and sending a delightful chill up your spine.
Your body went limp in his hold, trusting him to hold you.
He hummed against your neck. “Warmer now?”
“Mmhmm.”
“What happened, baby?” He asked, kissing your cheek and then meeting your eyes.
You looked away as you tried to piece together memories of earlier today. “I…didn’t have time for breakfast, and I need to get groceries. Then my lunch got ruined, and work was really bad today. I was so hungry but then I looked at my account but because of that stupid lawsuit I didn’t have enough money to buy groceries and—”
“Lawsuit?”
You fell quiet. “Someone sued me, said I bit them. They were acting like I was a wild animal. Said that wolf-hybrids shouldn’t be free to threaten the public.”
“What?” He scowled.
“They yanked on my tail and I snapped at them, but I didn’t bite them. They realized I was a wolf-hybrid and I guess they had prejudice. Called me a werewolf. And other things. I had to pay for the lawyer.”
“You know there are—”
“I know. But they’ve been backed up ever since the tornado and I needed a lawyer fast.” You tucked into his arms, head under his chin. You breathed in his scent, finding comfort in it.
He hummed softly. “You were living in town during the tornado?”
“I had just moved here. And then with all that crazy mess where the police were guarding this place…your family was part of that, weren’t they?”
“Yeah, Emma had the twins right after all of that ended.”
You smiled. “Mmm, the twins are adorable. Cute little pups. I think Emma thought I would kidnap them.”
“I almost kidnapped them when I saw you holding Jaehyun.” He kissed the top of your head. “Hey, um, I was wondering if we should talk about moving in together? Before we mate.”
You nudged his neck with your nose, snuggling down into him and the blankets. “I’ll consider it.”
“You’re going to make me court you, aren’t you?” He chuckled.
You shrugged, but it was probably lost to the bundling you were in. “No.”
“Are you lying to me?”
You smiled at his teasing tone. “No.”
“Really?” He asked, squeezing you playfully.
You giggled, nibbling at his neck and rubbing against it.
He chuckled, playfully wrestling you.
You giggled, fighting back and somehow pinning him after getting him tangled in the blanket. You kissed him, then looked deeply into his eyes.
He was completely relaxed, gazing back at you. He had freed one of his hands and he touched your cheek with it.
You went limp as he flipped you both over, giving him control.
He looked down at you and smiled softly. “I’ll get you some groceries, okay?”
You took a breath to protest, but didn’t at the slight warning growl he gave while still managing to smile at you.
“It’s my job to provide for you as my mate. You curl back up, pick out a movie for when I get back, watch an episode of a show and I’ll go get groceries.”
You nodded.
“Stay warm, you were cold and going into a frenzy like that can put us in shock. Especially this time of year.” He got off of you and started bundling you up again. “I’m going to take care of you, baby.”
“Okay, alpha,” You murmured, closing your eyes as his attention and care washed over you. His love.
He chuckled softly, then nuzzled beside your ear before tucking your head back into the hood of your sweatshirt. “I’ll be back, angel.”
“No, you’re the angel. You’re my snow angel.”
“We’ll be angels together, then,” He proposed, kissing you lightly.
You melted into the cocoon, smiling. “Okay.”
———
You grinned across the table at him. “Thanks again for picking me up from work.”
He smiled back at you, holding his iced coffee. “Happy to. Besides, I know how stressful your job is for you. And I know your job is getting worse.”
You sighed, looking at your cup of tea. “Let’s not talk about that.”
“Y/n, it’s not…I don’t like seeing you stressed. Especially not if we’re planning on mating.”
You blinked at him, smiling again. “Speaking of, we did say wait for pups?”
He nodded. “Yeah. We should wait until we’ve been together for a year. You know?”
“Yup. I’m not actually ready for pups. Well, I am, but I’m not. Does that make sense?”
He laughed, nodding.
“So, what are you up to for the rest of the day?”
“I thought I’d spend it with you. Are you okay with that?”
You nodded emphatically, grinning. “That sounds great.”
“Good. I thought I could show you my place.” He spoke so casually, but your heart started racing.
“Really?”
“Well, you still have to choose a den for us.”
Your shoulders went back and your tail stilled as you stared at him with wide eyes. “Den.”
He nodded, suddenly looking unsure. “For us to mate. It’s important that you choose a den for us.”
You nodded, mind going a million places at once. “My place won’t work.”
“Definitely not.”
You stuck your tongue out at him. “No comments from the peanut gallery.”
He just chuckled.
“So your place is technically the only option we have.”
“If it isn’t right for you, we’ll find another place.”
“But…that could take a while…”
“Well, it’s not like we can’t move in together before we mate, but we’ll do our best to find a place quickly if my place doesn’t work out.” He got up and waited for you to slip your coat back on. He held the door open for you and then walked with his arm around your waist, leading you towards his apartment.
You considered it then shrugged. “It’s all hypothetical anyway. Your place will probably be fine. And we can always test it out.”
“Please.”
You grinned and laughed. “So hungry, alpha.”
He squeezed you close and kissed your cheek as you reached a crosswalk. “I’m only responding to the neediness of my omega.”
“Mmm, and you putting out more scent around me isn’t to get me needy?” You asked, playfully skipping ahead a couple steps before turning toward him and walking backwards, holding onto his hand but otherwise just out of reach. “I’m surprised you can smell me through the fog of your own scent. Not that I’m complaining, but it is a wonder that you seem to be trying to attract every female for a mile.”
He laughed, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. “The only one I care about is you.”
“Good,” You chirped, dropping his hand as you turned and kept walking.
He didn’t catch up right away, walking behind you for a bit before you heard a suppressed growl and he quickly caught up to you.
You grinned ahead of you, able to sense his need. “How far is your apartment, snow angel?”
“Another block.”
You glanced around and your smile faded as you noticed the only apartment building it could have been. “W-what do you do for a living again?”
He just chuckled in response. “Think the chances of it being our den went up?”
You nodded.
The two of you took the stairs up to his apartment on the fifth floor because there was some sort of Chihuahua hybrid in the elevator and she reeked and you had started growling the moment you smelled that sad excuse for a dog. That and the exercise helped calm you.
He was a little winded by the time you reached his floor. “I hate stairs.”
You gave a slightly breathless laugh. “Sorry.”
“No, she reeked. I would have gone crazy in a confined space with her, even if it was for less than—” He looked at you startled as you started growling. “I wouldn’t have gone crazy for her like I go crazy for you.”
You didn’t stop growling so he came over and rubbed himself over you.
“I meant I would go into a frenzy trying to get the smell out of my nose and off of me.”
You pouted for a moment, perking up when he kissed you.
“I love you, y/n. Only you.” He nuzzled your cheek, pressing kisses. “Mmm, your skin is so soft.”
“I try, for you.”
He chuckled softly, then guided you over to his door. “Alright, ready to decide if this is our den or not?”
You nodded, straightening your shoulders and becoming alert.
He opened the door for you. “This is my place.”
You entered, looking around carefully.
It was nice, well-furnished and spoke of his ability to care for you effectively. Clean—probably because you were coming—and seemed to be decorated with purpose. It was nice.
And it smelled like him.
He let you investigate the whole place, knowing that you had to scope it out and see what you thought. If it was the place for you two to den up. If it met all of your instinctual criteria.
You tested his bed, then grinned and flopped back. “Nice bed.”
“It is.”
You sat back up and looked around some more, the bathroom, the kitchen, everywhere.
He watched you hopefully.
You looked out the window, trying to figure out how you felt about it.
He joined you, wrapping around your waist. “Baby?”
You bit your lip. “Neither place is right.”
He nodded. “That’s okay. We’ll find a place that’s ours, then.”
You whimpered a little, daunted by the task. What if it took months? You didn’t want to wait months.
He immediately tucked into your neck, holding onto you tightly. Securely. “It’ll be okay. We can find a place. It’s the best option anyway. Your place is out of the way for my work and my place is out of the way for yours. Not that I like you working there, your boss is a—”
“I know. It’s temporary.” You turned in his arms and pressed your face to his chest.
He stroked your head, lovingly nipping your ear. “I’ll start looking, you start packing. Okay?”
You nodded, then kissed his lips.
“Besides, I know a few people who work construction and realty. Like Micheal, Becca, Emma, and Jimin…”
“Jimin works in realty?”
He nodded. “He got a general business degree because he didn’t know what he actually wanted to do with his life, and then he worked for Micheal for a summer and decided he liked selling buildings and houses. He’s doing well because he’s charming. But I can call him and ask him to keep an eye out for a place we might like. I think you’d like a house, am I right?”
You felt yourself blush. “Nothing fancy, just…I want a yard.”
He grinned. “So do I. A big one where we can enjoy the outdoors and watch our pups run around.”
“And a fireplace!” You added, grinning.
He nodded, squeezing you tightly. “And with a cozy bedroom where we can rest peacefully. Secure from any perceived threats.”
You melted into his chest, making a happy sound. “And where people won’t be scared of us being their neighbors.”
He pushed you away so that he could kiss you, his anger about it showing in the ferocity of the kiss. “We shouldn’t have to worry about it. I hate that you worry about that.”
“Speak from experience,” You shrugged. “I can deal with anything as long as I have you.”
“I don’t want you to have to deal with anything,” He whispered, sounding so heart-broken that you whimpered and quickly nuzzled up to him. “I hate that you haven’t ever had a pack. I wish I could take away all the pain and loneliness you’ve ever had to endure. I wish you’d had better friends, a better owner, a family…”
You just tried to comfort him. There wasn’t anything else you could do. Your past was what it was, and part of you was glad because it had led you to him. You’d wasted enough time regretting your past and present and part of you still feared your owner coming around and taking control of your life since that part of hybrid laws was still vague. Usually owners just give up their authority over their hybrids, and in some cases their authority is taken away if the hybrid feels that they are in danger. Despite technically having freedom, if an owner that hasn’t given up authority or had authority taken away from them were to come they could completely manage their hybrid’s life without legal consequences unless a hybrid could make a case for it. You knew who to call if that happened, especially since the first order was usually financial, but just the thought of having to face her again made you a little nauseous.
“Baby? You okay?”
You peeked up at him with teary eyes. “Um…”
He frowned, worried.
“I got lost in thought, sorry,” You whispered, hugging him tightly and pressing your face to his chest. He had a nice chest.
He hummed, close to a growl as he grew more protective of you. “And those thoughts went to…?”
“My owner. She never officially gave me my freedom. What if…what if she came and…”
“She wouldn’t. She didn’t care about you while you were there, she won’t care about you now. If she does come around she’ll have to deal with your pack. She’ll have to deal with me.” He bent his knees so that he could pick you up, tugging you so your legs wrapped around his waist. He kissed you, lightly, carrying you to his room and then laying on the bed on top of you. He sighed, rubbing against you to comfort you. “You’re my mate. No one is going to take you from me.”
You sighed beneath him, breathing in his scent, focusing on his scent. On the sense of security and love you felt from his weight.
“You’re part of my pack and I won’t let anyone else hurt you.”
Masterlist. Series Masterpost. Previous Part. Next Part.
Description: Safe with Me Sequel! You work two days a week teaching kids the joys of learning and reading, your favorites being the triplets. When the triplet’s adopted older brother is the one that starts picking them up, you’re not sure what life just handed you but you’re pretty sure it’s just another little slice of heaven. Hoseok x Reader.
Warnings: I don’t even know, if you do, let me know and I’ll change the warnings.
Posted: 02/27/2019
Tags: Hybrid!au, hybrid!Hoseok, Safe With Me Sequel
Angst with fluffs: 2,016 words
A/N: We’re here. The end of this particular arc of the series. I still have a holiday request to fulfill (I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but I didn’t know how the story was going to go and it would have messed up my ability to finish the story) for Hobi and reader, but that might be a while. I’m also working on finishing up a story I’ve had in my drafts for a while that didn’t go quite like I planned, but it should be fun. I’ve been pretty focused on editing and posting Army Medics on Ao3, so I haven’t done much in the way of some of my WIPs. Also, we got three feet of snow this past weekend, so there’s even more snow than before. My car was buried. Anywho: Thank you everyone who has read it and given me feedback, thanks for the likes, the comments, everything. I’m sorry it took so long for me to finish this series (I posted the prologue on Oct. 5th and the first part on Nov. 14th), but thanks for sticking with me for the journey! I love you all.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. I’m sure. I mean, it’s a nice place and it’s actually not far from here. There’s a bus I can take to get to work, which will give me time to read.” You smiled down at the baby in your arms. “They’re adorable, Emma.”
“I know.” She grinned down at her son, Jaehyun. “Is Aimi asleep?”
“Yeah, she is,” You replied, setting her into the cradle before looking at Emma. “I should get going.”
She set Jaehyun next to Ami, smiling as they curled into each other with soft, puppy-like sounds.
You made a soft sound. “That’s adorable.”
“Isn’t it? I missed when the triplets used to do this,” She lightly brushed their heads, then sat back and looked at you. “Have you talked to Hobi?”
You shook your head. “No.”
She nodded a little, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Are you going to?”
You looked at your hands in your lap. “I…I don’t know.”
She didn’t say anything more, simply rubbing your arm in a comforting manner.
You looked up as Jungkook knocked lightly on the doorframe.
“Hey, your bag is in Hobi’s car because he’s insisting on driving you.”
You took in a deep breath, then nodded. “Okay, thank you.”
He nodded, hesitating in the doorway before disappearing into the hallway.
You got up and stretched. “Oh, time for another few hours of torture.”
She laughed softly. “Don’t be so melodramatic. This give you the chance to talk to him. If it doesn’t go well, call me. Okay?”
You nodded and hugged her. “Thank you for everything, Emma.”
She hugged you tightly, then released. “I’m so glad you’re better.”
“Well, as much as I can get better, yeah.” You sighed, smiling. The doctors said it was likely that now that they had started, you would continue to have seizures, probably for the rest of your life, and your vision in your left eye still fluctuated between blurry and blind, but your leg was fully functioning now. You were still not allowed to run and it still got tired long before your other did and would get sore, especially at night, but you could put weight on it and move.
The triplets all nuzzled into your neck at once when you went to hug Nari goodbye first, causing you to laugh softly.
“Why are you leaving?” Minsu asked, rubbing his cheek against your shoulder since Kaemon was blocking your neck.
“Because I have to go back to living in my own place now that I’m all better,” You told him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, which prompted the other two to whine for kisses as well. Adorable.
“But I like you being here,” Nari said. “Everything is good! I have a baby sister, and I have you and Hobi, and Eomma and Appa!”
“And a baby brother,” You added.
“I already had brothers, now I have a sister!” She said dramatically.
“Be excited about both. Just think about it, one more kid to play with. You love your brothers.”
She grinned at them. “I do.”
Minsu giggled and playfully tackled her to the ground, rubbing his nose against hers. “You better.”
Kaemon flopped on top of both, earning groans and giggly protests.
Jin chuckled, watching them carefully from a distance. “Lunch is ready, pups.”
“Food!” Minsu cheered. “Get off me! There’s food!”
“He’s asleep. Again!” Nari let out a dramatic groan of disbelief.
You laughed at their antics, standing and receiving the hugs from Jungkook, Jimin, and Jin.
“I’ll see you on Monday,” Jin said, patting your shoulder. “It really was a pleasure having you with us. Don’t be a stranger.”
“I’ll try not to be,” You answered, smiling and walking toward the door.
Hoseok waved to his family, then followed you out.
You two were almost to the summer house, your sister having left everything to you, when you finally broke the heavy silence.
“I could’ve taken a taxi,” You started.
He shook his head. “I won’t feel comfortable unless I know you’re okay.”
“Right, because you feel responsible for me after seeing me get hurt,” You murmured, looking out the window. Anywhere but him.
It was quiet again.
“Wha…whe…” He made a couple more sounds like he wanted to ask a question before falling silent after a quiet and meaningful, “Oh.”
You wouldn’t even look at him after he had parked in front of the house.
He just sat in the drivers seat as you got out and went to the trunk to get your bag.
You knocked on the trunk and he seemed to flinch before moving and popping the trunk, quickly getting out of the car.
You carried the bag inside, even though you could sort of tell that he wanted to carry it for you. But you weren’t hurt anymore.
He followed you inside.
You set the bag on the couch and gestured around. “There. Happy? I’m safe.”
He looked at you with surprise. “Y/n…can I talk to you? Sit with me?”
“We sat in silence the whole ride, and you want to talk now?”
He nodded, coming over and taking your hand, guiding you to sit beside him. “In the car, you said something about me feeling responsible for you after seeing you get hurt.”
“I was just—”
“Repeating what I said, that day in the bathroom back when you first got hurt. The day you were sick. I told you that.” He nodded. He seemed nervous. “I told you that my instincts went crazy after seeing you get hurt, and having your blood on me from carrying you to the hospital. But there was more to it. Sure, that’s enough to make a hybrid protective and attached…but when that happens and it’s someone that you like…really, really like…as in…romantically…well, it’s about ten times worse.”
“Why are you—”
“Not yet. Just, listen. Please. Hybrids can generally tell from a few interactions if someone they’re interested in could be a potential mate. We fall in love quickly. Easily. I’m not an exception. And seeing you that first day, with the kids? And then every time I saw you again…I got there early that day because I was hoping I could talk to you before your shift ended. Then the tornado, and the way you protect the kids. Risking yourself, getting hurt and then rubbing yourself on me so that hte kids wouldn’t notice my fear scent as much…” He was smiling warmly. “How could I not love someone as kind and caring as you?”
Holy.
Crap.
You stared at him, unable to think of a proper response.
“Then you got hurt. The guilt I felt…the anger…I couldn’t protect you, or keep you safe, because we were both trying to protect the kids and that led to you getting hurt and it killed me. Because I had to choose and I wanted to choose you, but it was too late and I knew that I would never be able to forgive myself if the kids…and you were so alone…” He was starting to get a little fragmented. “I know you think caring for you was burdensome and unflattering, but honestly, I’ve never really been happier because I got to be close to you and try and help you get better. And you did. And while there were times when you were discouraged you always put up a cheerful front for the pups and…taking care of them with you that week that all that crazy stuff happened was honestly the best week of my life because I got to pretend that we were really together, that they were our kids and we were in love and I had to tell you that I love you because if I don’t I think I might go crazy.”
You blinked rapidly at him.
“I love you. I love your stubbornness and compassion, and the way you sleep is adorable.” He was holding both of your hands.
You weren’t even sure if you were blinking anymore.
“Please tell me you aren’t having a seizure while I’m explaining all of this because I might cry if you are.”
“I’m not,” You said softly, finally dragging your gaze from him to try and process everything. “That punk.”
“What?”
“Jungkook. He couldn’t have just said that I was being stupid and that you liked me too. I’ve been driving myself crazy, over something I could have had months ago because of you and your stupid explanations about hybrids and their sense of duty,” You hit him with a couch pillow. “Are you kidding me?! Do you realize, I’ve been tearing myself apart inside thinking that you, the most amazing man I have ever known, saw me as nothing more than your patient and that I would never stand a chance with you. I stopped almost every fantasy, I shunned every niggling idea of something more because…” You let out a shout of frustration. “I love you too, idiot.”
He grinned and pulled you to him, lips pressed to yours in a kiss that you wouldn’t forget anytime soon.
He had to be a god.
“So much better than I thought it would be,” He murmured, kissing you several more times afterward.
“Shh,” You scolded, locking onto his lips again.
His lips parted from yours, kissing the scar on your face. “I’m moving in. You shouldn’t live alone when you could have a seizure at any time.”
“Ok.”
“I have to be at Emma and Jin’s before Jin goes to the Sanctuary, so you can ride with me to the house and then with Jin to the Sanctuary.” He tucked his head into your neck.
“Mmmm,” You responded semi-coherently.
“You’re stuck with me forever.”
“However will I manage?” Your response was half-heartedly sarcastic and rhetorical, earning a chuckle from him.
He kissed you again. “I’m mating you tonight.”
You smiled up at him.
The man that had driven you crazy for the past four months.
“Fine, but you only have three years before I insist on having kids.”
He grinned. “Sounds perfect.” He kissed you again, soft and sweet, then pressed his forehead to yours. “I love you.”
“I love you too. More than you could ever imagine.”
Maybe life wasn’t perfect and you had lost a lot, but you had Hoseok.
“What did you say that night?”
“What night?”
“The night Emma and Jin went to the hospital to have the twins. I said they’ve got good genes, and you said something else, but I was half-asleep.”
He pulled you into his arms completely, laying down with you after kicking your suitcase off of the couch. He was mostly on top of you, forehead pressed against your temple. “I said that ours would be cuter.”
Nevermind. Everything bad was worth this perfect moment with him.
“So…did you actually want to wait three years, or was that just in case I wanted to wait a few years? Cause, I’ve sort of had to deal with watching and imagining you as the mom to my pups so…”
“Oh, that was totally for you, I’ve had baby fever ever since you said ‘our kids’ when I told you to tell people that the triplets were your kids.”
“I don’t need the years.”
“Then we’ll discard the years.”
“Do you need time to adjust to the idea of us being in a relationship?”
“Now that I look back on it, aside from the whole sex, sleeping together, and romance we were basically a married couple so not much really changes except I can stop torturing myself.” You nodded.
“Huh. I guess you’re right.”
“Yeah.”
He pressed a kiss to your cheek. “This is really comfortable.”
“It is,” You agreed, yawning.
“Nap time?”
“Totally nap time.”
He wiggled a little, getting more comfortable, fluffy tail covering your legs as well as his. “Goodnight, y/n. Love you.”
“Goodnight, Hobi.”
His hold on you tightened and he grinned.
You pressed a chaste little kiss to his lips. “I love you.”
Masterlist. ~ Part 9. ~ Masterpost. ~ Specials: Next
