basically taehyung is always bothering jungkook like poking him and stuff and one day jungkook fights back so they start a tickle fight until jungkook gets the upper hand and finds out taehyung is even more sensitive than him
I love this relationship for them! Awwww! The teases are just-
Enough.
Switch: Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook
Jungkook is tired of Taehyung, so he just give him a taste of his own medicine
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Ships: none (taekook maybe?)
Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down
This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them
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Jungkook threw a package of cookies into the supermarket cart.
“Kookie! I want this!” Taehyung shouted from across the candy aisle, showing a package of candy he definitely didn't need.
“You shouldn't eat so much candy, Tae,” he crossed his arms, laughing at the other's desperate expression.
“I~ don't~ care~,” V threw the package into the cart, but Jungkook grabbed it and put it back on the shelf.
“No! Kookie! I'm taking it!”
“Taehyung! Stop throwing a tantrum, you're the oldest here—hehehe! Hahahahahaha!”
Taehyung started poking his maknae, causing JK to escape his grasp and consequently allowing him to throw the candies back into the cart.
“Hehe~”
“Okay, okay, candies for you, you idiot.”
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The show was about to start, Jungkook wasn't exactly nervous, but he wasn't calm either, it was already something commonplace for him.
He was sitting on the couch, laughing at some silly video.
“What are you laughing at?” Taehyung asked, appearing behind him and extending a hand to shake one of his hands.
“Tahahae! Argh! It's nothing, get lost!” The youngest tried to push his head away from his neck, he wasn't seeing anything out of the ordinary, but now he definitely wasn't going to show V.
"Let me see, Kookie~" Taehyung brought his head closer to the singer's neck again, but this time with the intention of teasing him, blowing a light raspberry on a spot he knew the maknae was very sensitive to.
"AHAHAHAHA! Okay okay! Lohohohohohohok"
V laughed at the video Jungkook showed him.
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Jungkook snuggled on the floor, controller in his hands as he played one of the best Mario Kart games of his life.
He was alone, he was in his room, there was no way it could go wrong, nothing could stop him-
"Kookie~"
Damn, he saw Taehyung's silhouette invade his room.
"Hi, Tae, what's up?"
"What are you doing?" He asked, sitting down next to the other.
"Playing, can't you see?" JK chuckled a little at his friend.
“Oh yeah? So that’s how it’s going to be?”
V dramatically raised both hands, slowly bringing them closer to Jungkook’s body.
“Nahahahahao- get away!” The maknae tried to push them away, but only managed to stop one, while the other attacked his side fervently, making him drop the controller and lose the best game of his life.
Jungkook sighed, slowly turning his head to look at his friend, a somewhat macabre smile on his face.
“You know what, Tae?”
“Hm… I don’t think so-“ V tried to get up, but was pulled back down by strong hands.
“I’m tired of this.”
“This what, Kookie?”
Jungkook gently took one of his hands, caressing it lightly before throwing it to the ground and pinning that arm above his head.
“Of being the only one laughing here.”
“No! No! NO! Kookie, I’m sorry!” Taehyung yelled as the other’s free hand approached his body.
“My God! You’re that ticklish?” He laughed loudly, making the other blush.
“Y-yes… so could you let me go?…”
“Ah, sure.” Jungkook let go of his friend’s hand before – obviously – digging his ten fingers into his ribs.
“Oops~ it was inevitable~” the singer laughed, bringing his face closer to the other’s blushing face, with that simply- ah smile. “Don’t you think you deserve this?”
Jungkook burst into laughter, moving his hands to the other's armpits, but he knew that wasn't V's weak point, he was just teasing him.
“I'm not going to kill you, unless you're really sensitive, then you might end up dying on the way~”
Taehyung shook his head from side to side, JK had both hands occupied attacking his armpits, so he could only see one alternative to escape.
The older man extended his hands with all the force he could muster and attacked Jungkook's vulnerable armpits.
“AH! TAHAHAEHEHYHUHUHUNG!”
“You can’t beat me, bunny~” V turned the tables, climbing onto his friend’s waist, but that wouldn’t last long.
This time, Jungkook was smarter, digging his ten fingers into Taehyung’s weak spot—which he knew was more sensitive than his own—and making him fall to the ground again.
“Think again, teddy bear,” the maknae’s hands attacked the other’s stomach with fervor.
“AHAHAHAHAHA! I’M SOHOHOHOHOHORRYHYHY!”
“Now you apologize, huh?”
V tried to push the singer by the shoulders, but he no longer had the strength to try, and contrary to what he was expecting, Jungkook simply took the opportunity to grab both his wrists and pin them on either side of his body.
Taehyung took a deep breath when the tickling stopped for a few seconds.
“Hands busy? How do you intend to murder me now?”
JK smiled, “I don’t need my hands to make you scream,” and lowered his face, blowing with all his might the biggest raspberry he could right on top of V’s belly button.
“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAO! OHOHOHO GOHOHOHOHOHOHOD PLEHEHEHEHEAHAHAHASEHE!” The older one screamed, tears forming in the corner of his eyes.
“Are you going to *ppffbbtt* stop *ppffbbtt* bothering me, Tae?~”
“YEHEHEHEHEHEHES! YEHEHEHES I SWEHEHEHEHAHAHAR!”
“You two, shut the fuck up.” The bedroom door opened forcefully, revealing an irritated Suga, who only sighed when he understood the situation. “Just make Taehyung apologize quieter, please, I want to sleep.”
“H-HYHUHUHUNG! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHELP!”
“I have nothing to do with this” Yoongi disappeared down the hallway again
Jungkook started laughing at his friend and how embarrassed he was, letting go of V and lying down beside him
“You’re so annoying!” Taehyung said dramatically while wiping away his tears
“Me? I’m annoying?” The maknae laughed even harder “you bothered me all day!”
“But it’s because I love you” V smiled, giving his friend a light flick on the forehead “and because you look so cute when you’re annoyed”
“Shut up” JK rolled his eyes
“See? Cute~”
“Don’t call me cute!” He climbed on top of the other again “you know what? Enough!”
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Can i please request a fic with a tickle fight between taehyung and jungkook but jungkook gets the upper hand ?
That would be cool :)
When a Bunny takes down a Tiger
This is a tickle fic, feedback is accepted as long as it’s done in a respectful way.
“Come out hyungie, you’re only making it worse”
Tae had to make a considerable effort to purse his lips together with the objective of blocking the giggles that were building on his chest.
He has been blissfully unaware of the consequences that would come from messing with Jungkook on their day off, bothering the bunny over and over until the youngest member had enough and decided to retaliate, chasing the tiger across their home while wiggling his fingers.
“Hyungie, you brought this on yourself, that’s the price for waking me up from my nap”
Jungkook was getting closer and by this point it was clear Tae had no way to outrun the bunny…
Fine then, they always say it’s either fight or flight.
Jungkook turned into a corner, ready to pounce on his hyung and make him pay-
“GAH!”
The youngest members tumbled onto the ground and everyone would have expected for Jungkook to be tickling the tiger to death but-
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HYUNGIHIHIHIHIHIHIE”
It was the other way instead.
“Jungkookie! You thought I would back down?” Tae questioned while his hands skillfully tickled the younger’s back, scratching all the way from his lower back to his shoulder blades “Too bad, because you’re not the only one who can play the tickling game”
Safe to say Jungkook was quite surprised by the tiger’s retaliation, especially when considering that the position he was in left him with few chances to fight back.
“GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HYUNG YOU’RE SO MEHEHEHEHEHEAN”
“Oh no you don’t get to call me mean Kookie, not when you started the chase!”
Jungkook’s laughter increased by a pitch each time Tae’s hands got too close to his hollows, but the bunny knew he couldn’t block him forever and when that happened he would be doomed.
…Or he would have been, had he not remembered that just like Tae said, more than one of them could play the tickling game.
So Kookie threw his arm behind him and managed to get a hold of Tae’s side, giving it a squeeze that led the older to not only squeak, but also to raise his hands by reflect, giving the younger the perfect chance to turn things around, literary.
“How does it feel to be on the receiving side hyung?” Jungkook questioned with a triumphant grin as the booming laughter of the tiger entered his ears, courtesy of his belly getting tickled.
“KOHOHOHOKIE COME OHOHOHOHOHON” Now Tae was the one struggling to fight back, and although the tickles were maddening, his determination to not lose led him to grab the bunny’s ribs and start scratching.
“GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HYUNG QUIHIHIT IHIHIT” Jungkook demanded, not stopping his spidering.
“YOHOHOHOHOU QUIHIHIHIHIHIT IHIHIHIHIT” Tae cackled back, his tickling kept going although it was a bit sloppy.
Another minute went by as both singers tickled each other without neither of them willing to accept defeat, that until Jungkook, aware that his sensitivity would lead him to lose, shot his hands towards the tiger’s wrists, managing to use his superior strength to pin them to the floor.
“K-Kookie” Tae mumbled as he realized the vulnerability of his current position.
“I have to give you credit hyung, you really had me there for a moment” Jungkook admitted as he slightly panted.
“W-Well what will you do now?” The tiger attempted to challenge “You can’t tickle me like this”
But the bunny deeply chuckled, and his answer brought a quick yet brutal shiver down his hyung’s spine.
“I don’t need my hands to tickle you”
And then, Jungkook took a deep breath and before Tae could even get a word in, blew the loudest, most tickly raspberry he could manage.
“HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA KOHOHOHOKIE PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE YOU BRAHAHAHAT I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T OKAY ENOHOHOHOUGH”
Still wanting his hyung to be sane, the bunny decided to let him go, not like the older would retaliate again.
“So, what lessons were learned today?” Jungkook asked while he proudly looked at the giggling and panting mess that was once a fierce tiger.
Taehyung and Yoongi just wanted to spend an entire day together, laughing as much as they could.
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Ships: none (Taegi if u want but I really like to think it as platonic)
Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down
This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them
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The countryside house they were staying in was so fun—no cameras, no worries, no staff, no pressure, just the seven men in the middle of a field, able to enjoy themselves and each other.
For Yoongi, his greatest wish was to stay still, right there where he was sitting, his bare feet on the soft grass, the comfortable chair, the gentle warmth of the sun filtering through the clouds that made the sky overcast—but honestly, he preferred it that way.
That silence… he loved silence… he could hear the birds singing, the sound of the stream running through the clearing where they were, the trees swaying, Taehyung shouting his name…
Taehyung shouting his name?
“Yoongi-hyung!” V yelled, running toward him, a huge smile spread across his face.
“Tae!” Suga replied, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes. He wasn’t mad at him—he was actually enjoying the possibility of what was about to happen…
“Hyung! *arf arf*” he panted, making Suga laugh softly. “Come to the forest with me!”
“To the forest?”
Suga felt his hand being gently pulled by the younger one, silently asking him to get up.
“To the forest! It looks so beautiful! When I saw it, I thought you might want to explore it with me.”
Yoongi smiled. Taehyung looked like a child—always so cheerful, always so radiant…
“Alright, alright, let’s go, Tae.”
“Yay! Thank you, Yoongi-hyung!”
“But I have something to tell you…” Suga stopped walking, staring straight into V’s eyes without smiling, making him a little nervous.
“What?”
“Whoever arrives last owes the other a wish!”
Yoongi started running without warning. Taehyung followed him, laughing loudly.
“HYUNG! YOU CHEATER!”
“I WARNED YOU!” Suga shouted. He was ahead—but not for long, since he clearly ran slower than the other man. Once they were inside the forest, surrounded by trees, Taehyung overtook him effortlessly.
“Bleh!” V stuck his tongue out before passing him, making Yoongi laugh.
“Oh yeah?!”
They kept running, now with Taehyung clearly in the lead, until suddenly—without saying anything—the younger one just threw himself onto the ground, rolling in the soft green grass, laughing like a child.
The hyung soon fell too, rolling beside him until they stopped, smiling from ear to ear.
“I won~” V bragged, looking at him, while Yoongi looked away, blushing slightly. “And you were the one who cheated, hyung~”
“Alright, enough,” Yoongi laughed. “What do you want?”
“Hmm…” Taehyung sat up, scratching his chin like he always did when thinking. “Let me see, let me see…”
Suga found his way of being hilarious—not because he looked down on him or thought he was dumb, but because V was simply so fun, he could make that simple hyung laugh just with his gestures.
“I want… a hug!”
“A hug?” Suga flinched a little. Well… everyone knew hugs weren’t exactly… his thing.
“A hug from my hyung!” Taehyung threw himself at him, but Yoongi rolled away on the grass.
“No hugs, Tae! You know I don’t like it!” Suga laughed. He simply couldn’t not laugh in this situation—especially with V.
“Then… a tickle attack!”
Taehyung jumped on top of him, not letting him escape this time, sitting on his waist and grabbing both his wrists, now pinned on each side of his head.
“W-what?!” Yoongi blushed, lips trembling as he tried—out of pride—not to start laughing nervously.
“You made your choice, hyung~”
“No! The hug! Tae—I prefer the hu—” Suga’s pleas were useless. V had already decided, and when he decided something… there was no way Suga would stop him.
Taehyung held both of the hyung’s hands with one hand—Yoongi’s hands were small… or maybe V’s were just huge—so it wasn’t hard.
“Now I don’t want that anymore~ my greatest wish is to tickle you until you can’t stop laughing~”
Yoongi’s eyes widened. Damn it! When he agreed to come to the forest with Taehyung, he just wanted to have fun, laugh, spend time with him, and make him happy. But wait—that was exactly what he was doing.
“You know what, Tae…”
“Yes?~”
The hyung stuck out his tongue with a *bleh* sound.
V laughed and dug his free hand into one side of the hyung.
That wasn’t his weak spot, but Yoongi started smiling involuntarily, not even trying much to hide his laughter. He didn’t know why he was doing it… maybe it was… fun.
“Argh! Tahahaehehyhuhuhuhung!”
“Come on, Yoongi-hyung, we both know this isn’t even your weakest spot, don’t complain~”
V moved his hand higher, now on the other’s ribs, almost at his armpit, sending a shiver down Suga’s spine. The higher his hands went, the more Yoongi started to worry.
“You’ll what?~ Start laughing? Let out all those giggles you always hide?~” Taehyung’s hands went even higher, now fully in the hyung’s armpits, making more laughter spill out.
“Oops~ sorry, hyung, I couldn’t hear your death threat properly~”
V had finally hit his weak spot—the neck! Suga wanted to disappear into a hole from how loud his laughter was, which now sounded desperate and funny—at least in Taehyung’s eyes.
V laughed, burying his head between the hyung’s head and shoulder, covering his neck with kisses and raspberries, the kind that made anyone burst into their most genuine laughter, while his free hand lightly played behind Yoongi’s ear.
V lifted his mouth from the other’s neck, now observing Suga’s face. His head was twisted toward the side where his ear was being attacked, eyes tightly shut—partly from embarrassment, partly from smiling—and cheeks flushed. It was one of the cutest things Taehyung had ever seen.
“You’re cute.”
The younger laughed as his hyung blushed even more.
“ARGH SHUHUHUT UHUHP!”
“But it’s true!”
Yoongi was exhausted, seeing no way out of that situation. Maybe he should just accept his fate…
Or wait—maybe not!
The older man shook himself free, slipping one hand loose, and before V could react, attacked the younger’s exposed stomach under his shirt, making him shout and fall to the side—finally freeing his hyung.
And of course, Suga wasn’t going to let it slide. He didn’t even wait for Taehyung to process what happened—he was already on top of his thighs, both hands tickling his ribs.
“Nahahahao! Hyhyhuhuhuhuhung!”
V grabbed his hands, but Yoongi noticed he wasn’t actually using any strength—it felt more like support, or an attempt to hide the obvious:
Taehyung loved it.
“P-plehease! Hyuhuhung plehease!” the younger shouted even louder when Suga’s hands moved toward his stomach.
“What is it? Looks like I’m killing you, Tae~ Where’s all that cheeky attitude? All those teases?~”
Yoongi laughed, leaning his face close to the younger’s, a mischievous smile spreading across it.
“What do you think I’m going to do? I didn’t even say anything~”
Taehyung squeezed his eyes shut, bringing his hands to his face to hide his flushed cheeks. Suga smiled even more—he was so cute when embarrassed.
“Don’t hide your face from me, no need to be shy~” V let out a frustrated groan in the middle of his laughter. “Look, if it helps, I’ll count to three and then attack, okay?”
The younger shook his head desperately, but it was useless…
“1…
2…”
Suga attacked at two.
Taehyung practically collapsed from the sensation of both hands roaming across his stomach. It was awful! Amazing? He didn’t even know anymore. He just dropped his hands again, trying to grab his ler, revealing his tomato-red face.
“YOHOHOHOHOU CHEHEHEAHAHAHATED!”
“So cute…” Yoongi whispered.
V squealed, his leg kicking involuntarily, stopped only by the weight of his hyung on his thighs
“There are spiders on your stomach, Tae~, be careful! They’ll tickle you to death~”
“SHUHUHUHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUHUHP!”
“Oh~” Yoongi smirked. “Nervous, huh?” He lowered his head slowly until Taehyung could barely see him without lifting his own head, like a predator ready to strike.
“No—NO! Plehease!” V tried to push him away, but it didn’t work. Suga took a deep breath and blew a huge raspberry right on his belly button. The singer screamed, laughing as loud as he could, arms flailing everywhere trying—instinctively—to stop the tickling.
“My God, Tae! Calm down!” Yoongi laughed, rubbing his nose across the younger’s stomach, increasing the shivers and ticklish sensations.
“Okay~ okay~ you’re free~” Suga rolled to the side, lying next to him, finishing with one last poke. “For now~”
“Oh my gohohod…” V said after a few seconds, hands pressed tightly over his eyes, a mix of exhaustion and embarrassment — and happiness. “You tried to kill me!”
“You did it first,” Yoongi poked him again, earning more giggles.
“Okay! Okay! I’m sohohorrhy! Hyung!”
They laughed together a bit more. Suga looked up at the sky through the gap in the trees, adjusting his eyes to see the sun. A butterfly passed right when he looked, making him smile.
“Look,” Taehyung pointed, referring to the same butterfly. “You know, Yoongi-hyung…”
“Yes, Tae?”
“I missed you.”
Suga widened his eyes, blushing lightly. “Of course I missed you too.” He reached out to gently stroke the younger’s hair. Taehyung lay on his side, eyes fixed on his hyung, with a pure expression of happiness.
“You’re funny, hyung!”
“Well… people say I’m too serious,” Yoongi laughed.
“That’s not true.” V moved closer, intertwining his hand with Suga’s free one. “You’re really funny.”
Yoongi sighed. At that moment, the grass bothered him, the sun made his head ache, and he felt a bit dirty—but what did that matter? He was there, with Taehyung, whom he loved so much, laughing like this.
He had really missed it.
“Tae, I—”
Suga stopped and smiled when he realized the younger had fallen asleep in his arms. Then he closed his eyes too, one last sigh before drifting off.
I really love your tickle fic and...i was wondering if you could make a fic on Taehyung and Jimin where they tickle each other💜
Soulmate Bonding.
This is a tickle fic, feedback is accepted as long as it’s done in a respectful way.
Bonding with your soulmate is pretty easy, playing games, dancing, talking, and a lot of other things.
But in this occasion, zero ideas came to mind, even for the soulmates.
Tae and Jimin were both laying on the couch on the living room, the tiger switching the TV channels over and over until he already checked them all and there was nothing interesting to watch.
“Ugh, there’s nothing to watch” Tae complained .
“Then what do you want to do?” Jimin asked, just as bored as the younger.
“I don’t know, what do you want to do?” The tiger replied.
“No idea”
There was silence for a couple of minutes as they both tried to think of an entertainment, eventually Jimin placed his feet on top of Tae’s, the tiger pushed them away with his own but the dancer continued until they eventually were pushing each other.
“Really eager aren’t you Jimin?” Tae smirked as he had a noticeable advantage but the dancer was still fighting.
“Oh I assure you I am” Jimin replied and launched himself forward, grabbing one of Tae’s ankles and scribbling his sole.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA WAHAHAHAHAIT” The tiger let out a screech at the sudden sensations as he tried to pull his ankle out of the dancer’s grip.
“What’s wrong Tae? Why the laughter?” Jimin asked innocently, as if his nails weren’t scratching the tiger’s sole.
“YOU KNOW WHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHY NAHAHAHA GAHAHAHAHAHA” Tae cackled, pulling was useless.
“Oh really? I don’t recall you telling me, oh well” Jimin just shrugged and made sure to scratch the younger’s toes.
“BWAHAHAHAHAHA JIMIHIHIHIHIHIN NAHAHAHAHAHA YOU’RE SO DEHEHEAD” Tae howled, using all his strength to push himself up and reach Jimin’s sides, squeezing as soon as he had the chance.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA TAHAHAHAHAHAHAE NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO” Jimin laughed as he let go of the tiger’s ankle, instead trying to run away.
“Where are you going Jiminie?” Tae questioned as he quickly trapped the dancer in his arms, still squeezing his sides.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA WAHAHAHAHAHAIT NOT FAHAHAHAHAHAIR” Jimin cackled, trying to squirm away but with no results.
“Not fair? After what you did to me? It’s more than fair hyung” Tae declared, now drilling his thumbs onto the dancer’s hips.
“NOHOHOHOHO *squeak* MEHEHEHERCY *squeak* PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE *squeak*” Jimin pleaded as he covered his face which was blushing.
“Mercy won’t do it hyung, you still need to be punished” The tiger explained as he changed spots, scratching his ribs.
“BWAHAHAHAHAHA *squeal* TAHAHAHAE I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T *squeal*”
“You can’t? Well let this be a lesson Jimin, never mess with a tiger” Tae warned, blowing a huge raspberry on the dancer’s neck while scribbling his tummy.
“GAHAHAHAHAHA *snort* TAHAHAHAHAE *squeal* PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE *squeak* IHIHIHIT TICKLES SO MUHUHUHUHUHUCH *snort* YOU’RE BAHAHAHAHAD *squeal* I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T *squeak* NOHOHOHO NAHAHAHAHAHA *snort* BWAHAHAHAHA *squeal* MERCY MEHEHEHEHERCY *squeak* YOU WIHIHIHIHIN”
Tae stopped the tickling although he didn’t stop hugging the dancer, not like the older was going to complain.
Bonding with your soulmate was so easy and more importantly, so enjoyable.
Thanks for your request, hope you enjoy it, I enjoyed writing it, feel free to ask again.
Hii again. Your awesome with the stories ❤I have another request if you want to write it.
Taehyung ler and namjoon Lee. So the past month has been awkward between taehyung and namjoon. They haven't really talked with each other and their friendship as close friends slowly fell apart with the years. Or atleast it felt like it. The other members knew how much they actually miss each other and how much they miss spending time with each other so they pretend they have to go and make tae and namjoon stay home alone together hoping for them to talk together and remember they memories together where they always had fun. After some final talking they start tickling each other and telling they love each other 😊
Through the good and bad times.
This is a tickle fic, feedback is accepted as long as it’s done in a respectful way.
Something was definitely going on.
Namjoon and Tae had been falling apart, or at least that was what they felt.
During the last month they had barely talked to each other besides stuff relating the group and performances, why was it happening? Neither of them knew.
They didn’t have an argument nor was there an issue with the group that caused them to reach the point of being strangers working together after being great friends for so many years.
The other members were really concerned, Namjoon and Tae had always had a strong friendship but now it was falling apart and they didn’t even know why.
But even if they didn’t know the reason, one thing was clear to them.
They had to do something before their friendship fell too much to recover.
Since the members didn’t know the reason of the issue, the only idea they had was to make Namjoon and Tae talk, so they acted as if they all had important stuff to do and left the other two alone.
Namjoon was on the living room switching the TV channels, not like there was anything interesting to watch.
The leader heard someone entering the room, he knew it was Tae, the tiger seemed to hesitate about what to do for a moment before he sat down besides the older.
An awkward silence fell onto the room until Namjoon decided to initiate conversation.
“How are you doing tiger?”
“Oh, I’m good hyung, thanks”
Silence once again fell onto them.
“What happened?” The tiger asked, Namjoon knew what he meant.
“*sigh* I honestly don’t know... what caused us to drift apart?”
Tae shrugged “No idea, but I really miss what we had hyung, the jokes, the talks, even the disagreements”
“I miss it too, we went through so much stuff together, both good and bad”
Namjoon nodded and after a bit of hesitation he placed an arm around the tiger and bringing him closer, the younger leaning into the affection.
Soon they were hugging and talking about everything they have lived together, the wonderful times filled with joy and the terrible ones filled with tears but that were still important.
It seemed like all they needed was to talk.
On a certain moment Tae placed his hand on Namjoon’s side to hug him tighter but he received an unexpected reaction.
“Hahahahaha Tahahahae” The leader giggled although he didn’t get out of the embrace.
The tiger was surprised for a moment but then smiled, he found something for them to do.
He pushed the leader on his back and began squeezing his tummy.
“NAHAHAHAHAHA TAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAE WHAT ARE YOU DOHOHOHOHOING?” Namjoon cackled, trying to get up just to fall on his back again.
“Tickling you? Come on hyung, use that sexy brain of yours” Tae chuckled, changing from squeezing to spidering.
“GAHAHAHAHAHA BWAHAHAHAHAHA WHIHIHIHIHIHIHY?” The leader asked while kicking his legs, which didn’t help him.
“Why? Well, why not? I think that after our whole month of not really talking we need some laughs don’t you think?” The tiger asked, a boxy smile on his face as one hand scribbled the older’s neck and the other his side.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA BUHUHUHUHUHUHUT WHY MEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE?” Namjoon tried to argue but the younger was right, some laughs were really needed.
“You’re expecting me to just let you tickle me hyung?” Tae smirked, adding speed in both spots “Not a chance”
“NAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE YOU’RE SO MEHEHEHEHEHEHEAN” Namjoon complained as he threw his head back in laughter.
“I’m mean? The first thing you call me after soooo long is mean?” Tae faked being offended as he used his nails to trace the skin on the leader’s hollows.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA *squeal* TAHAHAHAHAE *squeal* NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO *squeal*” Namjoon was struggling to escape, but he was stubborn and eventually was able to push the tiger on his back and begin scratching his hips.
“BWAHAHAHAHAHA HYUHUHUNG *squeak* IT’S NOT *squeak* FAHAHAHAHAHAIR *squeak*” Tae cackled, now he was the one who couldn’t fight back.
“Not fair? Who’s the one who began the tickling tiger?” Namjoon asked, drilling into the younger’s ribs while nibbling his neck.
This is a tickle fic, feedback is accepted as long as it’s done in a respectful way.
Jungkook will do anything to win a game.
Anything, including betrayal.
Now of course in a serious situation he would never do that but when speaking about games the bunny is able to pick a hyung to help him win, granted they all do that so he isn’t completely guilty.
And now the maknae has to choose a side.
Jungkook was walking through the apartment minding his own business when he heard a laugh coming from Tae’s room.
Curiosity won over the bunny, who decided to open the door and see what was going on.
What he found was Tae on the floor of his room laughing as Hoseok tickled his tummy.
“What are you doing hyung?”
Hoseok smiled at the maknae “Hello Jungkookie, just here giving Tae some tickles”
“JUNGKOOK HELP AHAHAHAHAHAHA” Tae pleaded, rolling on the floor but unable to get away.
The bunny had to choose who to help and then realized that he would probably tickle both so it didn’t matter.
Jungkook quickly placed himself behind Hobi and started squeezing his sides.
“Hahahahahahaha Jungkook whahat are you dohohohohoing?” The sunshine giggled, trying to wiggle the maknae’s hands off.
Tae took advantage of his hyung weakening and pounced at Hoseok, squeezing his hips.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA TAHAHAHAHAHAHAE NOHOHOHOHO” The dancer let out his loud laugh as he wildly trashed without result.
“What’s wrong Hobi hyung?” Jungkook teased “It seems like you forgot you’re incredibly ticklish”
“GAHAHAHAHAHA KOHOHOHOHOKIE PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE”
“Too bad hyung, that’s what happens when you pick a fight you can’t win” Tae continued and blew the biggest raspberry he could on the older’s belly button.
“NAHAHAHAHAHA *squeal* I CAHAHAHAN’T *squeak* GAHAHAHAHAHA *snort* FINE YOU WIHIHIHIN”
The maknaes let him go but as soon as he was free Hoseok tackled Tae and started tickling him again.
Tae expected Jungkook to help him but was surprised when the bunny sat on his arms and scribbled his hollows.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA JUNGKOOK YOU TRAITOHOHOHOHOR” The tiger howled as he was unable to escape.
“Cootchie cootchie coo Tae, how the tables have turned” Hoseok giggled as he scratched the tiger’s sides.
“BWAHAHAHAHAHA HOBI HYUHUHUNG IHIHIHIT’S SO BAHAHAHAHAD”
“Oh we know it’s bad, your reaction says a lot” Kookie replied with his characteristic smile.
“NAHAHAHAHAHA IT’S NOT FAHAHAHAIR GAHAHAHAHAHA”
“What do you say hyungie? Should we make him apologize for fighting back?” Jungkook suggested.
“Of course bunny” Hoseok nodded and they changed spots, Hobi dipping a finger in Tae’s belly button and Jungkook scratching his ribs, causing the tiger to go crazy.
As Tae was let go he connected eyes with Hoseok and they came to an agreement.
Jungkook knew what was going on when his hyungs grinned at him so he ran out of the room, the older two following him to make him pay for his betrayal.
‣ Pairing(s): skunk!Jimin x reader, puppy!Taehyung x reader, bunny!Jungkook x reader
‣ Warnings: strong language, Baby Kookie can’t read very well ;(, food porn (I’m not kidding), y/n deadass has a pizza kink, Jimin being tiny, nothing else really
‣ to be aware of: sub!jimin, switch!taehyung, switch!jungkook, dom!reader, some kinky ass future happenings, BDSM themes, some heavy angst, and triggering themes.
Summary: you never really saw yourself as a hybrid person. that is, until your best friend introduces you to his hybrid, and you suddenly find yourself craving the companionship. you only intended to bring home one. somewhere between the lines you ended up with three beautifully misfit hybrids who craved nothing but your love.
part. i, ii, iii, iv, v (coming soon)
A/N; I’m sorry this took so long to get up, i’m a slow writer when I’m not motivated, but yesterday I buckled down and wrote over five thousand words because I was determined to get this part posted for you lovely people. hope you enjoy! lmk if I didn’t tag you and you wanted to be added to the tag list!!
“Oh my god you live in a palace!” Taehyung gasped, pressing his face against the window of your passenger’s side seat. You giggled at the absolute wonder that sparkled in his dark eyes as you pulled into your driveway.
Actually getting the three hybrids to your home was probably more difficult than it should have been.
Taehyung was really the only one that understood the general ins and outs of cars, while Jimin and Jungkook were at a total loss. Jungkook expressed through broken sentences that the last time he’d been in a car, he’d been forced to sit in the truck. They may have put a crack in your heart.
After stuffing all their belongings (which was a shockingly small amount considering there were three of them) into the trunk, it took a solid ten minutes just to get Jungkook to accept that he needed to wear a seatbelt; he damn near ripped it out of your car with all his unnecessary tugging and squirming. You’re ashamed to admit you were very much debating just tying him up with some rope and duct tape to keep him still.
It took another twenty to reassure an anxious Jimin that the car would not eat him and the seatbelt was just to keep him from falling out of his seat. It took Taehyung offering Jimin one of his stuffed animals, an adorable yellow chicklet, for him to finally relax. And you’d be lying if you said seeing the petite skunk hybrid clutching the little stuffed animal to his chest in his tiny hands wasn’t the purest thing you’d ever laid eyes on,
All the while Taehyung was happily bouncing in the passenger seat, a big boxy grin plastered across his handsome face as he waited for you to begin the drive home.
“Not quite,” you chuckled in amusement at his awestruck expression, “but it’s pretty, isn’t it?”
You weren’t going to deny it; you had a nice home.
Plenty of spacious rooms, a beautiful pool accompanied by a hot tub, three bedrooms– although only one (now two) being put to its intended use as the third was being used as an in home gym area. Not a mansion by any standards but definitely up in the higher percentile.
It, of course, had originally been a surprise from your Aunt when you graduated from college. Talk about extravagant gift giving. But she wouldn’t allow you to turn it away, no matter how adamantly you insisted you wouldn’t be able to maintain the place. For god’s sake you were just coming out of the shitty run down college dorms and suddenly having this gorgeous house catapulted onto you. She claimed that it was either hand it down to you or send a bulldozer over the property.
And you were not one to enjoy seeing beautiful things being carelessly destroyed.
So in spite of initial hesitance, you accepted. It took you awhile to adjust to the place, but once you had, it really had become a home to you. And you hoped it could become a home to your three new hybrids as well. A place they could feel safe to be themselves, a place where they didn’t have to hide themselves out of insecurity or fear of rejection. A place they could find genuine happiness.
Shit, when’d you get so sappy?
“Big! Big!” Jungkook chanted as he popped his head between your and Taehyung’s seat to get a better view, blinking those big sparkling eyes in amazement. You giggled, before turning to glance at Jimin. His eyes were squinted, face strained as it seemed he was having some trouble making out what he was looking at. But as soon as he realized you were looking, he plastered a shy, unconvincing smile across his face, head bowing.
“I–it’s nice…” you opened your mouth to question him, but Jungkook cut you off.
“Kookie go in now,” He declared. You watched in amusement as he pushed at the door, nowhere near the handle. He blinked in confusion as it didn’t immediately pop open for him. He then tried a random button, flinching in surprise as the window began to lower. He watched, seemingly transfixed as it slid out of sight, before placing his feet on top of the seat and crouching. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what he was about to do.
“Jungkook no!” You laughed loudly, reaching back and gently gripping the back of his shirt to keep him from launching himself head first out the window.
He turned to you with the cutest look of frustration, “why?”
“Pull the handle and then push,” you instructed, pointing to it.
He cautiously wrapped his hand around said handle, pulling it towards him and then pushing rather harshly on the door. His brows jumped up in amazement as the door easily swung open. It was only when he immediately hopped out of the car that you realized his seatbelt hadn’t been securely strapped around him. He must’ve undone it when you weren’t looking. Mischievous bunny.
Taehyung turned to you, with excitement in his eyes, “are we allowed to go inside now? I really want to see what it’s like inside!” His enthusiasm was contagious, and a wide smile broke out on your face.
“Of course! Let’s head in.”
Taehyung squealed, quickly undoing his seatbelt and rushing out of the car. You smiled to yourself, about to exit the vehicle before suddenly catching a glimpse of Jimin in the back seat. His lower lip was sucked into his mouth, his knees pulled up to his chest as he cradled the small chick under his chin, delicate eyes downcast. He looked so conflicted.
“Are you coming?” Taehyung tilted his head in confusion upon noticing neither of you had moved from your seats.
“Um— why don’t you go ahead, I’ll be there in a minute, okay? The key is under the potted plant on the right side of the door, you know how to use it?” Taehyung quickly nodded and bounced off to join Jungkook (who was aggressively pulling at the doorknob) at the door.
Once he was out of earshot, you returned your attention to Jimin. “Hey, Jimin, are you alright?”
Despite you having intentionally softened your voice, he still flinched, eyes sliding up to unsurely meet yourself. He seemed at a loss for words, mouth opening and shutting multiple times, on the verge of speaking but never getting out so much as a squeak.
But he did gasp in surprise as you suddenly jumped into the backseat (not very gracefully but still managing not to crack your head open so you’re chilling). “Hi there,” you smiled widely at the slightly baffled skunk hybrid.
“Hi…” his voice was quiet as a pin drop. His closed off nature was really beginning to show, and it made your heart sore with sadness.
“How are you feeling? Please be honest with me,” you shifted slightly closer to him, a tender upturn of your lips all it took to coax him out of his anxious silence.
He swallowed, gaze flitting. “I’m… I guess I’m… scared…”
“What’re you scared of?” You carefully pushed, wanting more than anything to reach out and run your knuckles over one of those adorably round cheeks, but refraining– just barely.
He sucked his frustratingly perfect lips into his mouth, noncommittally shrugging his shoulders as his grip on the small stuffed animal tightened. “I don’t… know… a lot of things, I guess…” each word seemed to grow quieter and quieter as it escaped him.
“It’s okay to be scared,” you murmured softly, “I know all of this change is scary. And, I know we don’t know each other very well right now, but I’d really like to get to know you, Jimin. All of you. I want us to be a real family, and I know we can be. Just… don’t give up on me just yet, okay? I’m pretty fuck— freaking far from perfect, so I know I’ll most definitely make a few mistakes. But I’ll do everything in my power to make you happy, I can promise you that.”
He looked up at you slowly, dark eyes shining behind his bangs. Shit, he had such beautiful eyes. Your chest tightened a bit as a wave of nerves struck you suddenly. You really hoped you said the right things, that maybe he’d trust you just a little bit more. Any progress is still progress, after all— another thing you’d learned from your oh–so wise auntie.
“Would you like to come inside now?”
You extended your hand for him with a gentle smile. The corners of his lips twitched upward subtly, and he shyly nodded his head, “y–yes.”
His hand was warm and soft, and small oh god it was so small as it slid delicately into your palm. You had to hold your breath as you carefully guided him out of the car from the pure adoration you felt towards him.
He didn’t let go of your hand the entire way to your front door, head bowed as an endearing blush settled on his cheeks.
Somehow, you remained outwardly composed. Stepping through the threshold of your front door, you were immediately greeted by a gasping Taehyung as he darted back and forth, taking in every last inch of your home with massive, shining eyes. You giggled, cupping a hand over your mouth as you watched the excited pup practically bounce off the walls every time he discovered something new to gawk at.
“Look at this! Oh my god what is that!? Wow that’s so cool! I’ve never seen one of these before! It’s so pretty! Can I keep this? Ohmygoditssoshiny,” words, questions, and exclamations were being spit out of his mouth faster than you could keep track. Suddenly he halted, ears raised, tail stiff, “wait a second.”
“Is–is something wrong?”
“Yes!” He yelped, before his eyes met yours, and he seemed to shrink in on himself, “I mean— no, no definitely not. Everything is perfectly perfect and beautiful and amazing…”
“But?” You tilted your head, watching as a soft pout twisted the corners of his lips downwards.
“But…” he swallowed, rocking on the balls of his feet as he fiddled with his fingers behind his back, “I was wondering— you mentions— are there may be any—”
It suddenly clicked what he was so hopelessly searching for. A playful, mischievous smile twitched at the corners of your mouth. “Toys?”
His entire body seemed to jump upright, ears raising to their full height, tail whipping upwards and twitching in tiny anticipating wags, eyebrows dramatically lifting as his eyes widened adorably. A desperate whine ripped from his lips as he performed a little wiggle.
“If you go up the stairs, turn left, last door on your right—” aaand he was off.
“OHMYGOD,” you heard his muffled screams of glee, snorting loudly.
Puppy has a kink for toys, that’s for sure.
“Where the hell is Jungkook?” You muttered, suddenly realizing you hadn’t seen or heard him since you walking into your home.
It was more to yourself really, but Jimin stuck his button nose up in the air nonetheless. You watched in amazement as he inhaled deeply, chest inflating, before his finger raised, pointing towards your back door.
“Shit, but that leads to the—”
A loud splash had you shrieking in horror and bolting outside, damn near cracking the glass sliding door in your haste.
The crystal blue water of your pool was jumping and foaming, angrily disturbed from its previous calmness. Below the surface there was a dark, distorted blob, slowly sinking.
“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cursed loudly, “Jungkook!”
This would only fucking happen to you of all the people in the fucking world. You brought the hybrids home not ten minutes ago and one of them was already in danger. There was no way in hell you were about to let his little mutant bunny ass drown.
“Mother of shitness—” those were the last words to escape your lips before you heaved in two lungfuls of air and dove head first into the chilly water. You forced your eyes open in the chlorinated water, easily locating a blurry dark form a little way in front of you.
But, it wasn’t sinking.
In fact, it was rising. Very quickly.
The fuCK.
Breaking the surface, you were immediately greeted by a casually treading bunny hybrid. His eyebrows raised a fraction upon seeing you in front of him, but the surprised look vanished into a happy smile.
“Swim with Kookie?” He asked innocently, head tilting.
“Are you kidding me, Jungkook? Why in the holy hell did you think getting into the pool fully dressed was a good idea?” You hissed, water splashing as you clumsily tread, legs kicking quickly as your hands flung around.
His brows furrowed, a confused pout touching his lips as he glanced down at your submerged body. “Full dress, too?”
“I thought you fell in and were drowning or some shit, I was trying to save you!” You cried, “you gave me a fucking heart attack, Jungkook!”
He suddenly smiled shyly, cheeks rising as his gaze flicked down, “save Kookie?”
“Yes, save Kookie! But apparently Kookie doesn’t need any saving because Kookie already knows how to swim and purposeful jumped into my pool with all his clothes on,” You hissed, reaching out to grab his hand and tugging him to the edge of the pool, “now it’s time for Kookie to get out of the pool.”
You hauled yourself out first, grimacing as your clothes stuck like glue to your skin. Not to mention wet socks. You can’t imagine a time you’d ever been more uncomfortable than when you were wearing wet socks.
With a defeated sigh, you swiveled around, about to lend the bunny a helping hand, “Okay, Jungkook hop out— Jungkook what the hell happened to your clothes?!”
He smiled, proudly pointing at the pile of sopping wet clothes sitting on the side of the pool that he’d managed to strip off weirdly fast. “Naked!” He chirped like it was the most natural thing in the world.
God have mercy.
…
“Okay Jungkook, repeat to me the rules?” You hummed, carefully towel drying his wet hair, making sure to be extra gentle with his big, sensitive ears in the way.
“No pool without ask. Hm, no run near pool. No swim ‘lone. No outside after dark. No swim full dress. And… and no swim naked.”
“That’s right! Good job, Kookie,” you cooed, and he grinned proudly, wiggling happily in place. You turned your attention to the other two hybrids in the room.
Jimin was nestled up against your back, sleepily watching the movie you’d put on for them. Homeward Bound, a personal childhood favorite of yours. Never failed to bring you to tears. Taehyung, who’s made himself comfortable on the floor in front of you, was more engrossed with the dinosaur squeaky toy that he was happily gnawing on, squeaking up a storm. It might have gotten on your nerve had he not looked so fucking adorable, big eyes shiny with happiness and lips drawn into a never wavering grin.
“You hear that boys? Those rules apply to you, too. I don’t need anymore incidents like today.” You informed sternly, drawing both of their attentions to you.
Taehyung quickly nodded his head, toy dropping from his mouth and into his lap as he spoke, “I understand! I’ll be real good, promise! I’m good at following rules, I think.”
You reached down, ruffling his hair in praise. His tail quickly began beating against the hardwood floor with loud thumps as he leaned into your touch, grinning widely. You turned your attention to the skunk curled up behind you, peering over your shoulder.
“Jimin?”
“I–I don’t like to swim… but I understand.” He affirmed in that soft, melodic voice of his, thick with sleepiness. Jungkook piped in before you could reply.
“Kookie like to swim! What Kookie swim in?”
“When we go shopping tomorrow, I’ll buy Kookie a swimsuit,” you explained simply, briefly taking your focus off of drying his dark locks to meet his gaze, lips twitching upward at how cute he looked, white towel laid on top of his head, ears flopping down on either side of his face.
The incident with Jungkook leaping into your pool opened up a few fundamental truths you’d have to face.
One; clothes. They needed clothes. The one thing you’d failed to collect on your shopping binge earlier in the week for obvious reasons were things for your hybrids to wear. And of the very few things they’d brought from the shelter, outfits held an even smaller portion. Having all worn the same white scrubs everyday left little need for duplicates.
And after Jungkook soaked his only pair, you’d had to force him into one of your favorite pairs of large grey sweatpants and an extra large white t-shirt that somehow still managed to hug ever inch his admittedly muscular body. It was an interesting look for him. It made Taehyung giggle, that’s for sure.
You also made a mental note that Jimin needed glasses ASAP. He obviously had a lot of difficulty seeing things beyond a certain distance and you were surprised he hadn’t been given any at the shelter. Getting glasses was a long, annoying, and expensive process, but you didn’t mind as long as he’d be able to see properly.
Two; they might need some help navigating life outside of the shelter. You’d definitely be needing to set some boundaries. Obviously, they’d spent most of their lives in small living quarters, closed off from the real word. As a result, they’ve never been exposed to many seemingly ordinary courtesies such as manners, or public decency…or not stripping buck naked whenever they damn well feel like it. That could use some adjustment.
And three; Jungkook was going to be keeping you on your toes for a while. You’d have to keep an eye on that little troublemaking bastard at all times to make sure he doesn’t do something unintentionally reckless and get himself hurt.
All in all, you felt a second massive shopping spree was in order. This time for more specific commodities.
“Kookie swim in swim…s–suit?” He asked, stuttering faintly on the pronunciation.
That reminded you, you’d also need to ask Hoseok about speech lessons to help Jungkook with communication. As far as you can tell, he has no problem getting his point across, you can understand him perfectly fine, but to what extent does it reach?
“Can I get a swimsuit, too?” Taehyung asked, a pleading pout resting on his lips.
“Of course, you can all get swimsuits,” you glanced at Jimin, “just in case you ever change your mind. Now that that’s settled…” you pulled the towel off of Jungkook’s now only slightly damp hair, jumping up off the couch, “who wants pizza?”
All the boys seemed the grimace at the mention of the cheesy delicacy.
“What’s with those faces? Don’t tell me you don’t like pizza,” you laughed, but it died in your throat almost immediately.
You gaped at them in horror, clasping a hand over your mouth as they all shared a telling look. No fucking way. They didn’t like pizza? How was that possible? Maybe they were lactose intolerant or something. There had to be an explanation.
“How do you guys not like pizza? I practically live off of it most days of the week!” Taehyung flinched faintly as you raised your voice, despite your harmless intention.
“W–well, we’ll have it if you want us to, master. It’s just that… the shelter gave us pizza every other Friday, I guess it was supposed to be a treat of sorts… but it wasn’t very good,” Taehyung explained in a meek, unsure voice, lead lowering as he peered up at you.
“That’s probably because it was that organic, healthy shit. No, I’m talking about real pizza. Cheesy, delicious, juicy, thick crust, crunchy on the outside but soft on the in— wait, did you just call me master?”
He seemed to shrink in on himself. His ears flattened against his head, tail ticking between his legs. You’re no expert on animal behavior, but you didn’t need a degree to see that he was showing submission.
“Is… is that bad? Am I in trouble? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” his voice broke into a whimper, but you were quick to drop down to your knees in front of him, shaking you head.
“No, no you’re not in trouble, sweetheart, you’re alright. You didn’t do anything wrong,” you made sure to keep your voice soft and stable, gently taking one of his hands in yours, “I was just a little surprised is all.”
He seemed to calm at your reassurance, body language relaxing, “really?”
“Really.” You giggled, reaching up to nudge his cheek with your knuckles. That’s all it took to have his face brightening up with a grin as he nuzzled into your touch. “But you know you don’t have to address me like that, right? Unless, you wanted to call me something different, you can just call me y/n.”
“Kookie call you y/n,” the bunny hybrid declared from his perch on the couch, nodding firmly, “y/n nice name.”
“Why thank you. Jungkook is a very nice name, as well,” you cooed playfully.
Jungkook shrugged cockily, “I know.”
You laughed loudly at that.
“I–I’ll call you y/n, too… if that’s okay,” Jimin squeaked, blushing a pretty shade of pink as your eyes met his fluttering ones.
“It’s more than okay, beautiful,” you grinned, shooting a playful wink in his direction.
His eyes widened, face exploding in a deep red as a squeak escaped his lips. You watched with a wide smile as he grabbed the nearest pillow, shoving his face into it in a feeble attempt to hide his rose colored cheeks. Jungkook snickered at the smaller hybrid’s reaction, nose wrinkling in the most bunny like way imaginable.
“Then I’ll call you y/n, too!” Taehyung sprung back to his happy go lucky self, lips splitting into a massive grin as his tail began to whip back and forth behind him.
“Perfect,” you smiled, reaching up and scratching behind his ear, “now, about that pizza…”
. . .
Within the next thirty minutes, you and the boys had swallowed down two whole boxes of large, cheesy pizza for your favorite pizza place. Talk about a food baby.
“That was so much better than the shelter’s pizza,” Taehyung groaned, tossing his head back as he rested a hand on his well fed belly, “I’ve never been this stuffed in my life!”
Jimin nodded quickly in agreement, still working on finishing his last piece. He was an adorably slow eater, very careful with his bites in not getting sauce anywhere on his face. Jungkook and Taehyung on the other hand… not so tidy. Taehyung had sauce smeared across his pretty lips and lingering at the corners of his mouth. Jungkook— shit, somehow the rabbit managed to get cheese in his damn hair, let’s just say that.
You giggled at the puppy hybrid, thumbing a tiny spot of sauce off his chin, “I told you! They were definitely feeding you garbage pizza. This is the real shit, you’re eating with the big boys now, baby!” Taehyung’s tail began its helicopter blade wagging, an incredibly dog like ‘yip’ escaping his lips, his excitement rising right alongside yours.
“Hell yeah, baby!”
Throwing your head back, you laughed so hard that your stomach began to hurt. “Hey! Where’d you learn that kind of language, mister!” You cackled, smiling down at him in wild amusement.
His grin mimicked yours, ears perking, “you!”
And you’d been trying to keep your cursing in check, too. Perhaps you slipped up a few times during dinner…
“Ah, I’ve got to watch my tongue or by the end of next week you’ll be able to name a curse word for every letter in the alphabet,” You snickered, ruffling his hair affectionately.
“More! Want more,” Jungkook exclaimed, holding up his empty plate for emphasis.
“Kookie, it's all gone,” you trotted over to him, picking up a nearby napkin and beginning to clean his face. He pouted at the newfound information, obviously very disappointed. “Don’t get all frowny on me now, you messy son of a bi–bunny.”
“Nice save,” Taehyung snickered, and you shot him a playful glare before returning your attention to the deeply disheartened rabbit.
“Hey, but don’t worry. We’ll be getting pizza often. Very often,” because your ass can’t cook for shit, “and next time, I might even get you your own whole pizza, okay? That work for you?”
His eyes light up at the suggestion, pout dissolving into a content smile, “okay. Work for Kookie.”
“Fantastic,” you hummed, before tossing the tomato sauce soaked napkin into one of the empty boxes, “okay. I think that you need a bath. Napkins aren’t cutting it.”
Jungkook froze, eyes widening, then narrowing into sharp slits, “no bath.”
Your brows shot up at his sudden defiance. “Um, yes bath. You’re covered in pizza guts.”
“No. Bath.” He hissed, ears pressing back.
“Jungkook,” you said slowly, arms folded over your chest, “you are taking a bath.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
You stared at him hard for a moment, him staring back just as harshly. Then you lunged. You should’ve known a rabbit hybrid would be faster, because the next thing you know you’re getting a face full of chair. And that shit hurt.
“Fuck me!” You shrieked, cupping your throbbing nose.
“Y–Y/n, are you a–alright?” Jimin gasped, running over to you in tiny font and carefully helping you back onto your feet.
You glanced over to see Jungkook on the opposite side of the kitchen, looking over at your crumpled form with a piss all smug expression. A growl rose in your throat.
“I’m good, Jimin, don’t worry.” You offered Jimin a reassuring smile, only wincing slightly. No way in hell would you let the mutant bunny win. He was taking a bath if it goddamn killed you.
A determined glare found your face as you struck Jungkook with your stare, pushing up your sleeves. “You’re still taking a bath, Kookie.” You sneered, pointing a finger in his direction.
“Gotta catch Kookie first~,” he sang, excitement sparkling in those big eyes.
“Oh, I’ll catch you, alright.”
Little need be said, you did not catch him.
All of fifteen minutes later, you lay face down on the floor of your upstairs hallway, sweating so much it looked like you’d fallen in the pool, completely winded, and on the verge of passing out. You always seem to forget that running is definitely not your strong suit.
“Y/n?” You heard a meek voice chime from above you.
“Yeah?” You wheezed, not bothering to so much as open your eyes.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fucking dandy,” You chuckled, finally forcing your eyes open. Jimin was squatted down in front of you, head tilted to the side as his large tail calmly swayed behind him.
“You don’t look dandy.”
Somehow, you managed a tired smile, “it’s called sarcasm, darling.”
Jimin flushed at the nickname, cupping his reddening cheeks in the palm of his hands as he let out a soft whining sound. So cute.
“That bunny is quick.” You groaned, rolling onto your back and letting your aching body melt into the floor, “where’s all that stamina come from, huh? He was going up and down the stairs like it was nothing. Up, down, up, down, up, down, like what the hell? Don’t his legs hurt after that? Well, I guess he does have pretty massive thighs—”
“Would you like some water, Y/n,” Jimin softly cut off your delusional rambling that was about to take a not so appropriate turn.
“I would love some water, Jimin, thank you.”
He giggled that sugary giggle of his as he stood up, “alright, I’ll get you some water. Don’t move.”
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
He laughed again, standing and trotting towards the steps, disappearing down them. He has a really pretty laugh.
Just as your eyes began to flutter shut again, a loud thump caught your attention, and then a shout.
“Y/n! Y/n I caught him! I caught him!”
“Can a girl not get a moment's peace in this house—” you cut off your incoherent mumbling abruptly, shooting upward. Caught him? He caught him? Holy shit! You leapt to your feet, frantically scrambling in the direction of the commotion. It wasn’t too difficult to find what room the shouts were coming from with all the noise they were making.
In your downstairs gaming room, you found Taehyung, his entire body wrapped around a flailing Jungkook, whom he’s somehow managed to pin to the floor.
“Tricked! Tae tricked Kookie!” The bunny screeched, betrayal shining in his dark eyes. You were trying so hard not to laugh. Taehyung looked absolutely ridiculous, Jungkook even more so as he tried to squirm out of the puppy’s vice like hold. But you knew you couldn’t allow them to continue like this, or else one of them might end up hurt. And that was something you definitely did not want to happen.
“Tae, let him go, hun.”
Taehyung’s eyes widened at your request, mouth opening to object, “but—”
“It’s alright, Tae. Trust me,” you shot him a sly wink as you murmured the last bit. He reluctantly obeyed, rolling off the bunny and scrambling behind you before he could retaliate. The moment he was freed, the bunny leapt to his feet, glaring harshly at the puppy cowering behind you. “Ah–ah–ah, eyes on me, Kookie. Tae didn’t do anything wrong, he was just trying to help me catch you.”
He huffed, lower lip jutting out.
“I have a proposition.”
His ears twitched, brows furrowing. “Prop… prop… prop…?”
“An idea,” you rephrased, noticing his struggle, “one that doesn’t involve running around the house like a couple of chickens who got their heads cut off. If you win, you don’t have to take a bath. I win, you bathe. That cool?”
He squinted his eyes at you suspiciously, “what idea?”
You smirked, eyes drifting to something behind him. You made your way over to the large flat screen television, opening up the cabinet to the right off it. Inside were hundreds of games. That’s an exaggeration, but you get the idea. Jungkook’s eyes bulged, pupils practically turning into hearts at the glorious sight. You pulled one out, holding it up for him to see.
“You race?”
It was Jungkook’s turn to smirk, “Kookie race.”
. . .
“Watch out for the banana peel! Oh my god the red shell! The red shell! Careful on the turn—”
“Taehyung!”
“Sorry.”
You were on the third and final race of Mario Kart. The deciding match. Each of you had won one round prior to that, making it an even game. It was tense. But Taehyung seemed to be more on edge than you and Jungkook combined, and he wasn’t even playing!
The finish line was in sight. It was neck in neck; Jungkook in first, you right on his heal in a close second.
There was absolutely no way in hell you were letting him beat you at your game. The game you’d been playing since you first learned how to use your thumbs. You absolutely demolished anyone you went up against. But Jungkook was good. Really good. He matched your skill level almost perfectly. He knew all the shortcuts, all the right turns to making, even how to drift flawlessly. And for the first time, you weren’t completely positive that’s you’d win. A thought terrifying enough to send chills racing down your spine. No. No, you were going to win. You had to. That bunny was going to bathe. You’d make sure of that.
The finish line was approaching rapidly. Your heart thundering against your ribcage, entire body trembling with the adrenaline coursing through it, a sheen of sweat resting on your upper lip. Your hands were aching for the effort, thumbs just about ready to fall off.
Beside you, Jungkook was just as tense, tall ears fully erect, body stiff and leaned forward as he pinned all his attention to the screen.
This is it. Time to pull out all the stops. You’re secret move that got you the win every time without fail. The boost and drift.
“Eat my dust, Kookie!” You shrieked, pressing down on the buttons just long enough to have your car shooting forward and crossing the finish line, earning you the first place slot. A triumphant laugh burst from your lips, and you jumped to your feet, pumping your fist into the air victoriously. You’d be lying to say your ass didn’t hurt from sitting on the hardwood floor that entire time, but the brilliance of your victory washed out any lingering ache. “Fuck yes! We have a winner folks! We have a winner!”
Taehyung and Jimin giggled from their seats on the couch behind you, clapping encouragingly as you shamelessly gloated.
Jungkook stared at the screen in shock, unable to process that he was seeing the number two on his half of the screen. Second place. Second place. It was mocking him.
Squatting down beside the stunned bunny, you placed a hand on his shoulder, “I won, Kook. You know what that means.”
He pouted, turning his head away from you stubbornly. “Cheated.”
You gaped at him. “Did not! I won fair and square and you know it! Come on, we had a deal. You can’t just go back on your word,” you frowned, offended by his blunt claim. You would never cheat. You didn’t need to. At least not in Mario Kart. Pure skill, baby.
Jungkook snuck a glance in your direction, and his ears dropped seeing the expression on your face. He quickly turned his gaze away, focusing intensely on the floor as he worried his lower lip between his teeth. He knew you didn’t cheat. He knew he lost. He hated it, but he knew you won fairly. Admitting it out loud was just a bit harder to do.
But the look in your eyes was enough to get him to put his pride aside.
“Kookie take bath.” He relented with a defeated sigh.
You smiled brightly, gently ruffling his hair, “thank you for keeping your word, Kookie. It means a lot to me.”
He flushed at the praise, quickly swatting your hand away with a pout, eliciting a giggle from your lips. You stood first, helping Jungkook to his feet as you turned to the two other hybrids.
“Okay boys. As soon as Kookie here finishes up his bath, we need to discuss sleeping arrangements, alright? It’s getting late and it’s been a hectic day for everyone so I think we could all use a good night's sleep, yeah? Don’t get into any trouble while I’m gone.”
They quickly nodded in agreement, bidding you soft farewells as you guided Jungkook to the upstairs bathroom. Of course, he donned a pout the entire way, obviously trying to make you feel bad by milking the blow of his loss.
Tugging him into the bathroom, you sat him down on the closed toilet seat, and began to explain the ins and outs of your bathroom. Shampoo, conditioner, body wash, towel location, how to change the temperate, and even pointing out the bubble bath bottle in case he like that. He stared up at you blankly, blinking slowly.
“You got all that?” He nodded. “Any questions?” He shook his head. “Good, I’ll sit outside. Just give me a shout if you need any help.” With that, you proceeded to exit the bathroom, plopping down beside the door and pulling out your phone to kill the time. You heard the gush of water hitting the tub, and assumed he’d be fine on his own. Until—
“Y/n?” You hopped to your feet, leaning against the door.
“Yeah, Kook?” Silence. “Kookie? You okay in there?” Silence. “Jungkook?” A nearly inaudible murmur. “I’m sorry I didn’t understand that.”
“N–need… help…”
“Okay, I’m coming in,” you took his silence as an okay and slowly nudged the door open, “are you… covered?” He hummed quietly in confirmation and you let out a breath of relief, sticking your head inside.
He was submerged in the bath, the top of it was covered in a thick layer of white, shiny bubbles. He had his face turned away from you, and seemed to be fidgeting slightly.
“What’s wrong?” You asked carefully, gliding over to kneel next to the tub. He avoided your gaze, and you noticed how red his cheeks were. You were worried he might’ve made the bath too hot, but when you experimentally dipped your fingers in, it was the perfect temperature. “You can tell me, hun. What’s up?”
He bowed his head, splashing his hand against the water. “Can… can y/n wash… w–wash Kookie?”
Hah. Pardon?
“W–wash? You want me to wash you?” You reiterated, making sure you’d heard him correctly.
“Please…” he murmured quietly, and you watched his neck melt into a boiling red color that perfectly matched that adorning his face. He looked so humiliated, so vulnerable. It dawned on you that he might not know how to properly wash himself. At the shelter someone had helped with that sort of thing, so he might have never actually done it himself. Your heart swelled at the thought.
“Of course I’ll help,” you murmured softly, touched by the fact that he’d ask instead of struggling alone and saving himself the embarrassment, “in fact, I’ll do you one better. I’ll teach you how so next time you can do it all on your own, okay?”
He peered over at you shyly, a light smile twisting the corners of his lips upwards, “okay.”
“Perfect. We’ll start with shampoo then,” you chirped, reaching down to grab the white bottle of shampoo.
You learned that Jungkook wasn’t the best reader, something you probably should’ve guessed based on what Hoseok had told you. But it still made your heart clench to see him trying so hard to make out the letters on the bottles you present to him. His bath managed to turn into a reading lesson, as you explained to him in depth how to read the words shampoo and conditioner as well as their individual purposes. And soon enough, something seemed to click in that cute little brain of his.
“You’re a fast learner, Kookie!” You praised, grinning happily as he pointed out the word shampoo every time it appeared on the back of the bottle.
He beamed at the praise, sighing in content as you massaged the conditioner into his hair, being extra careful around the base of his ears. It was then that you realized how beautiful they were. The fur was sleek and healthy, shimmering faintly under the dull glow of your bathroom lights. Instinctively, your fingers reached for one, gently stroking the silky fur. His body jolted forwards, a loud gasp shooting from his lips. You snapped your hand away as he whipped around, staring at you in shock.
“D–D–DON’T touch!” He squeaked, his entire face a deep shade of pink, his chest heaving as he seemed genuinely flustered. There was terror in his dark eyes, the emotion read loud and clear.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, I didn’t even realize,” you blinked rapidly, clutching your hand against you chest like it’d been burned. You were horrified with yourself. You’d obviously crossed a boundary you weren’t meant to so much as think about. It was careless. “I’m so sorry, Kookie. I shouldn’t have touched your ears without permission.”
He stared at you a moment longer, breathing heavily as his hands gripped the edge of the tub so tightly that his knuckles paled. There was something in his eyes. Something dark. You couldn’t make out exactly what it was before he snapped himself out of him, shaking his head.
“It… okay.” He slowly turned back around, facing away from you. You weren’t sure what to do. Did he want you to keep washing him, or would it be better if you left all together? Your prolonged silence caught the bunny’s attention, and he softly uttered over his shoulder, “can keep wash Kookie.”
“A–are you sure?” You swallowed, needing the extra confirmation.
He nodded, “yes.”
The remainder of his bath was spent in silence. It wasn’t awkward persay. It was more like both your mind were weighed down from the previous upbeat mood. Even as you were running a washcloth soaked in your favorite face wash over his faintly red stained skin, he wouldn’t meet your gaze.
“Alright, I think you’ve got it from here. You can wash your body with this green soap and then dry off and meet us downstairs, alright? I put a new shirt and sweatpants next to the door outside, so you can put those on when you’re finished,” You hummed, standing and stretching from having sat for so long, back cracking loudly. He nodded silently, sinking lower in the tub so that his nose hovered just over the water and you took that as your que to exit.
You were disappointed with yourself. That could have been a beautiful bonding moment— and it had been! But then you had to go and screw it up. Like you always seem to do…
Taehyung and Jimin were playing with some of the toys you’d gotten in the living room when you came trudging down the steps. They must’ve noticed the heaviness in the air surrounding you, because their sweet giggling ceased rather abruptly and they jumped up to meet you halfway.
“Y/n, what’s wrong?” Taehyung asked with a soft frown. “Did Kookie hurt you?”
“Ah, no, of course not, Kookie didn’t do anything wrong. Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. I’m fine,” you reassured, reaching up to pet the top of his head, but freezing and redirecting your hand to land on his shoulder instead. Taehyung blinked, looking at your hand in confusion.
Without missing a beat, he grabbed your wrist and placed your hand on top of his head.
You couldn’t stop the grin that found your lips, one he happily returned as you combed your fingers through his dark locks. Jimin whimpered mournfully from his larger companion’s side, staring longingly at your other hand. “Oh you big baby,” you playfully cooed, immediately shifting to stroke the top of his head as well.
They both melted into your touch, Jimin chirping as Taehyung vocalized his happiness with high pitched whines. It was a rather ridiculous scene, but so utterly precious you couldn’t find it in you to stop. Not until you heard heavy footsteps coming from the stairs. He was dressed in new clothes, lingering droplets of water creating dark patches on the shoulders of the grey material of the oversized sweatshirt.
Jungkook paused, meeting your gaze. You offered him a light smile, but he only ducked his head and plodded to Taehyung’s side, eyes fluttering around the room. You’d be lying if you said that didn’t sting a bit. You’d hoped that you’d be able to brush off the incident, but apparently not. Maybe it’d be forgotten by the morning.
You cleared your throat, shaking yourself from your thoughts. There were more important things to address than a moment of discomfort.
“Alright, boys. Now that we’re all here, I have to tell you that we have a small dilemma.”
“A dilemma?!” Taehyung repeated, blinking at you with wide, concerned eyes. You nodded in confirmation, folding your arms across your chest before continuing.
“As of right now, I only have one bed for you guys. I’m pretty sure it’s more than big enough to fit the three of you, but I want to ask if any of you are uncomfortable sharing a bed? I know you all had your own back at the shelter, so it would definitely be a change.”
“I don’t mind! I love cuddling!” Taehyung chimed, unknowingly lifting a weight off your chest. You shifted your attention to the bunny hybrid, who seemed to be in deep thought, eyes squinted, lips puckered as he mulled it over.
Finally, he shrugged. “Fine with Kookie. Don’t mind.”
“M–me either. I’m okay with it,” Jimin quickly added, blushing as you smiled gratefully over at him.
“That’s a relief to hear. I promise that this won’t be permanent, just for a little while until I figure out a better sleeping situation, alright?” You breathed, clasping your hands in front of you, “let me show you guys to your room.”
The hybrids quickly scurried behind you as you guided them up the stairs and down the hall, before you were pushing open a door. They gasped simultaneously, eyes widening as they took in the sight before them. “T–this is our room?” Taehyung swung his astonished gaze to meet yours.
“Yeah… do you not like it?” You asked, unable to read whether their reaction was positive or negative.
“No! I love it!” Taehyung cheered, bolting into the bedroom and pouncing onto the bed. “It’s so big! This is probably the biggest bed I’ve ever seen in my entire existence!”
“It’s amazing,” Jimin grinned excitedly as he made his way into the bedroom, joining Taehyung on the King sized mattress.
Jungkook murmured his agreement, “very nice. Very big. Kookie approve.”
You smiled, watching as they oohed and awed over every little detail of the room, from the dresser to the windowsill seat to the light fixtures above their head. Their amazement made your chest feel light.
“Well, I’m glad that you like it. You guys can get things to decorate it and really make it your own when we go shopping,” a yawn followed your statement. You hadn’t realized just how tired you’d become. It was a pretty eventful day, if you do say so yourself. But a wonderful kind of eventful.
“I’m headed to bed if you guys don’t need anything else. But if you do happen to need something in the middle of the night, my room is right across the hall.” You turned to leave, but paused as Taehyung cleared his throat.
A warm flush was resting on his cheeks, the faintest of smiles on his lips as he stared at you with such sincerity that your skin prickled and your heart picked up, “speaking for all of us… Thank you, Y/n. For everything.”
Taking a slightly trembling breath, you plastered a smile across your face, biting the inside of your cheek, “Of course. Good night, sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite.”
“There are bed bugs?!”
“It’s just a saying Taehyung. There are no bed bugs.”
“Oh. Good night then! Sweet dreams!”
You shook your head in amusement, murmuring a final ‘goodnight’ before you stepped out of their room, gently shutting the door behind you. You plodded across the hall, slipping into your bedroom just as another yawn escaped you. Throwing yourself onto your bed, you groaned as you muscles instantly relaxed.
“Fuck, I missed you baby,” you muttered, tugging the sheets up to your chin as you nuzzled your head into the thick embrace of your favorite pillow. You know the one.
In no time you were dead asleep, snoring up a storm as your mind filled with fantasies of living on your own private island. But, this time you weren’t quite alone. Instead, you were accompanied by three beautifully misfit hybrids who seemed to fit right in. An island all alone in the middle of the island might’ve have gotten a tad bit lonely. You were glad they were there.
“Y-Y/n?”
Until one of them interrupted your blissful slumber that is.
“Yes? Huh? I’m awake. Who is it?” You fumbled, jolting upright as your heavy lids adjusted, squinting to try and make out the figure stood in the doorway. It was only dainty enough to belong to Jimin.
“It’s Jimin,” he identified himself.
As you suspected. You’re a genius even when half asleep.
Running a hand down your face in a feeble attempt to draw yourself further from the steel grip of sleep, you acknowledge him with a soft hum, “What’s up, beautiful?” You didn’t have to see him to know he was blushing.
“I–I… Jungkook accidentally kicked me out of bed and then he spread out and kinda took my spot a–and I was too scared to move him… s–so I was wondering if—” he faltered, fidgeting and lowering his head, “—if possibly… if it’s not too much of a nuisance… if I could—”
“Jimin, get over here.” You cut him off with a playful chuckle. He gently shut the door before stumbling over to you in the dark, tripping over various items you hadn’t taken the time to clean up. You weren’t expecting visitors.
The skunk hybrid faltered at the foot of your bed. “You really… don’t mind?”
“Not at all.”
That was all the encouragement he needed to climb onto the mattress, crawling up and plopping down beside you. But there was an awfully large space between the two of you, and it made a frown touch your face.
Sleepy y/n liked cuddles.
“Do you like to cuddle, Jiminie? Because, unless you’re opposed, I would really love to have a cuddle buddy right about now.”
You heard his breath falter. Then silence.
A discouraged sigh escaped you, and you rolled to your other side, facing away from him as you shut your eyes.
“I… I like cuddles.”
You flipped back over immediately, grinning widely as you parted your arms invitingly, making grabby hands, “then give me some love, sugar.”
The heat radiating off Jimin’s face was palpable as he shifted into your arms, allowing you to wrap yourself around him almost entirely, resting your chin just above his head. You could feel how quickly Jimin’s heart was beating, feel the faint trembling of his body against yours. But the way he nuzzled his burning face into your neck and coiled his arms shyly around your waist told you he wanted this just as much as you did. Small flicks of his ears tickled your under jaw, drawing the corners of your lips upwards.
You’d long forgotten the warmth of sharing your bed with another. The feeling of comfort that settled in you chest, the sense of belonging. It vanquished any loneliness that had lingered there in nights prior, Jimin taking the place of empty air. You loved it. You loved it so much.
It was then that you noticed something small and yellow squeezed between your chests. The chick stuffy Taehyung had given him. You bit your lip almost harshly enough to draw blood to keep down a squeal. How much more adorable could he get? Wrestling off the sudden desire to squeeze his cheeks and kiss all over his adorable little face, you drew slow, soothing circles against his back, listening to his breathing grow slower and heavier, until you were certain he was completely asleep.
“Good night, Jimin.” Pressing a tender kiss to the top of his head was the last thing you did that night before falling into the most blissful sleep you can recall ever having.
‣ Pairing(s): skunk!Jimin x reader, puppy!Taehyung x reader, bunny!Jungkook x reader
‣ Warning(s): strong language, little kids being douchebags, angst, wetting bc Tae’s an excitable lil baby ;(, Jungkookie’s speech is still developing, Jimin being a nearsighted angel
‣ to be aware of: sub!jimin, switch!taehyung, switch!jungkook, dom!reader, some kinky ass future happenings, BDSM themes, some heavy angst, and triggering themes.
Summary: you never really saw yourself as a hybrid person. that is, until your best friend introduces you to his hybrid, and you suddenly find yourself craving the companionship. you only intended to bring home one. somewhere between the lines you ended up with three beautifully misfit hybrids who craved nothing but your love.
part. i, ii, iii, iv (coming soon)
A/N; sooo someone mentioned a tag list on my last post and I’ll be starting one! let me know if you’d like to be added! thanks for reading!! and yes. taehyung has his mullet. deal with it.
You were nervous.
But the good kind of nervous.
Standing outside of Taehyung’s door with Hoseok, you felt your heart thudding in your chest.
“Tae…” Hoseok’s knuckles connected gently with the large white door, “I have someone here that would like to meet you.”
There was a quiet shuffling, and then the door was being pulled open. You swear to fuck your heart did a triple backflip at the sight of him. How had you not noticed how beautiful he was before?
He had this beautiful honey skin, free of any blemishes or flaws aside from a faint scar near the round curve of his chin and two adorable freckles, one on the tip of his nose and the other hidden beneath his dark bottom lashes. His cheeks were full and tinted by a faint pink color, matching that of his pouty lips. His eyes were these dark pools of melted chocolate, sparking faintly as he peered through his thick eyelashes. His dark slightly wavy hair was just long enough to form a slight mullet.
Now, on any other person literally in the entire universe you would probably have been repulsed. But on the boy standing in front of you—… oOooOh. It was honestly kind of unfair. The adorable set of dark ears peeking out of his locks and the fluffy tail flicking behind him only added to his precious appearance.
“Hobi!” The hybrid cheered excitedly, launching himself at your guide and wrapping him up in what looked to be a smothering hug. You’d never seen someone so excited to see someone they’d been talking to not ten minutes earlier.
Hoseok only laughed, patting the canine’s back.
“What’re ya doin’ here? I thought I was on punishment? Am I not in trouble any more? That’d be real great because I don’t quite like bein’ in trouble— who’s this?” The hyperactive hybrid’s attention was suddenly directed towards you.
“This is y/n, she asked to meet you.”
You offered a soft smile and a rather coy wave.
Taehyung’s eyes widened in what appeared to be utter disbelief, blinking slowly. “M–me? You wanted to meet me?”
“Of course I did, I saw you and you were just too adorable to resist,” you teased, giving him a lopsided smile.
Flirting was kind of a defense mechanism for you. That and cursing. And drinking. And pretending that you live in a on a secluded island in the middle of nowhere where no one can talk to you, annoy you, or distract you from doing absolutely nothing. But that last one’s just a distant fantasy.
His face blossomed a deep crimson, his ears flopping and his tail tucking between his thighs. He quickly slapped his hands over his rosy cheeks, whimpering, “oh my gosh, oh my gosh,” over and again to himself as he desperately fanned his face.
“D–did I say something wrong?” You murmured to Hoseok worriedly.
He only chuckled and shook his head. “No, don’t worry, Tae just isn’t used to being complimented by such pretty girls, isn’t that right, Tae?” The canine let out a sound of agreement, nodding quickly.
“You’re very pretty,” he blurted loudly, staring at you with massive shining eyes.
You laughed softly, feeling your own face between to jump up a few degrees at his bluntness. “Well, thank you, Taehyung.”
“You can call me Tae if you want! All my friends call me Tae,” his booming voice quickly quieted towards the end of his statement as a shy smile touched upon his lips. How much fucking cuter can he get, Jesus H. Christ have mercy, you silently fawned, biting at the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from lunging at him and wrapping him up in the kind of hug that would protect him from all the evil in the world and never letting go.
“Alright, Tae. My name’s y/n,” you grinned, holding yourself from spitting out the cheesy pick up line that dangled on the tip of your tongue.
“Tae do you mind if we come in?” Hoseok chimed up, gesturing towards his room.
Taehyung quickly shook his head and to your surprise grabbed your hand and eagerly began tugging you into his room.
It was small, but the cozy kind of small. There wasn’t much else beside a bed, bedside table, and a few toys scattered around. What caught your eye most were the many colorful stuffed animals piled up on his bed. It was child like and innocent, and you felt the maternal instinct in you begin to stir impatiently.
“I–it’s a little messy, I’m sorry,” he apologized, ears lowering.
“It’s fine, really! My room is ten times worse than this,” You admitted with a soft chuckle.
That much was true. Just because you had your own house didn’t mean that you were anywhere near responsible enough to keep it clean. In fact, the only time it’s actually tidy is when your aunt comes over and reprimands you for living in a pigsty and— being the clean freak that she is— cleans up the place. While yelling at you, of course.
“Really. I’ve got clothes all over the place, not to mention all of the toys,” you spoke in an exaggerated voice. That last bit about the toys might’ve been a tiny white lie. They were all still boxed up, neatly packed together in the closet of what had previously been your storage room, but would now act as a bedroom for your new hybrid.
His entire body seemed to straighten out, ears raising to their full height while his tails wagging rapidly sped up.
“Toys?” He repeated, eyes getting all wide and shiny. There was a bit of a whine to his voice, his lips beginning to tremble in excitement. You hummed, nodding slowly as a grin touched your features. “Lots of ’em?”
“Too many to count,” you chimed.
This time, the whine that reverberated in his throat was loud and desperate. His tail thumped against the outside of his thighs with each heavy swing.
“What kinds?” He pressed, practically squirming in place.
“Squeaky toys!” He shrieked, quite literally leaping a foot into the air. At this point, his tail was whirling around faster than helicopter blades, and his body was physically vibrating with the raw excitement coursing through his veins.
“Tae, calm down before you—” Hoseok began to warn, stepping forward quickly, eyes wide and worried. But his warning was too little too late. All at once, Taehyung froze, a pathetic whimper leaving his suddenly pouting lips as his cheeks were doused in bright shades of pink and his eyes brimmed with glistening tears.
It took a lowered glance at the slowly darkening crotch of his pants to realize what you had just witness occur.
You blinked, surprised. “Oh shit.”
Within seconds, Taehyung had broken into sobs, collapsing into a crouching position, hands tucked between his thighs in an attempt to hide his little accident from your shocked gaze.
“Tae,” Hoseok sighed, lowering himself at the wailing hybrid’s side, soothing stroking his back, “it’s okay, it was just an accident.”
But his consoling words fell on deaf ears as the puppy howled hopelessly, “s–she ha–hates me n–now! She–she’s dis–disgusted by m–m–me!” Upon hearing his words, you hurriedly shook yourself out of your state of shock and rushed to his side. Dropping to your knees, you began to quickly shake your head.
“No! No, I don’t hate you at all, Tae. I promise, I’m not upset with you in the least!”
“B–but I’m disgusting!” He insisted, words unsteady and strained between gasping cries.
“You’re not disgusting at all, please don’t think that. It’s not your fault, I shouldn’t have gotten you so riled up,” you cooed, hands instinctively going to cup his warm cheeks, thumbing away salty tears from his drenched skin. He whimpered, nuzzling his face into your palms and inhaling deeply. Noticing he wasn’t going to reply, you continued, “one little accident isn’t going to change the way I look at you okay? You don’t have to feel embarrassed or ashamed, I’ll never judge you.”
He was silent for a moment, his big teary eyes shimmering with hope as he stared up at you.
“P–promise?”
Oh shit, there goes your heart again doing those fuckin’ gymnastics tricks.
His voice was so meek and uncertain, yet singed with sanguine.
You could see it now.
How broken he was. The truth shone in his eyes like a god damn lighthouse.
The distrust in his mind, yet the longing to believe your words in his heart. He knew he’d be making himself vulnerable once again if he trusted you. And once he opened up his heart to you, there was no going back. You could chew him up and spit him into the gutter and he’d still come crawling back to you.
He needed you to prove to him that you weren’t going to break his heart like all the others. That you wouldn’t throw him to the curb and abandon him like those in his past. It made you angry to think that someone could be so heartless as to desert this tender hearted boy when he had put his faith into them. How could anyone have toyed with his innocent heart?
You were suddenly filled with determination. The determination to mend his broken heart. To prove to him that you weren’t like his past owners. You would never abandon him. Never bring harm to him.
In a bold gesture, you leaned forward and pressing a feathery kiss to his forehead. He whined softly, eyes fluttering at the unexpected but very welcome show of affection.
“I promise.”
“D–does this mean…” he swallowed anxiously, “you’re… adopting me?”
You paused for dramatic effect.
“Bold of you to assume there’s even the slightest chance that I wouldn’t.”
You could he was about to launch himself at you from the massive boxy grin that ripped itself across his features and how his legs shifted beneath him, but Hoseok was quick to subdue the excitable pup with a gentle shoulder hold. “Woah, lets not get over excited again, Tae. Why don’t you go get washed up and changed, alright?” Taehyung blushed, having realizing his near mistake.
“Okay! I’ll be right back! Don’t go anywhere!” He cried out over his shoulder and he scrambled into what you assumed to be a connected bathroom, not able to calm the smile that had his round cheeks aching. You also couldn’t rid your lips of a smile as you watched him go. It was only then that you felt the thundering of your euphoric heart, and the rush of adrenaline in your veins ease up.
“Holy shit,” you whipped around to face Hoseok, “I’m adopting a hybrid.”
Hoseok snickered at your astonished expression, nodding in confirmation. “Indeed you are. You like him?”
“Like him? Are you crazy? I love him, he’s so fucking cute it’s not even funny. Not to mention a total sweetheart. He’s perfect.” You retorted, hands swinging around for emphasis.
“I’m glad you think so,” he laughed, standing up, “come on, I’ve got some paperwork you’ll need to fill out.”
“But he said to wait,” you blinked up at him as he offered you a hand, which you took and rose to your feet. You didn’t want to leave Taehyung already. But Hoseok shook his head with a soft smile.
“Don’t worry. He’ll catch up as soon as he’s done. I don’t doubt he’s already committed your scent to memory.”
You laughed in surprise, “wonderful.”
He guided you out of Taehyung’s room, and you followed despite your initial hesitation. The sooner you finished the paperwork, the sooner you’d be able to bring him home with you. And good god did you want to take him home with you as soon as humanly possible.
“There are probably a few things you should know about Taehyung,” he cleared his throat, glancing over at you as you made your way down the hallway. You gave him your full attention, nodding for him to continue. “First of all, accidents like that aren’t too uncommon for him. He has a tendency to have accidents when he gets too excited or scared, just as a forewarning. That doesn’t… affect your decision… does it?”
“Of course not! Everyone has their little quirks,” you reassured with a dismissive wave. He let out a breath of relief before continuing.
“Secondly, I might’ve mentioned earlier that he’s been in and out of homes since he was little. Nine to be exact.” Your eyes widened. He’s been in nine homes? And not a one of them stuck? “None of them could handle him properly. And several were abusive.”
“No.” You breathed in horror, feeling a knot for in the pit of your stomach. But Hoseok only nodded solemnly. “I would have never guessed with how upbeat he is.”
“I was surprised, too. But the truth is in his scars. I think he has tried to block that part of his life out instead of facing it. But sometimes, it can all come back to him in an instant. He’s had several panic attacks while in our care, and a few while in homes. He once bit the man who adopted him during one of his fits, bad enough that he had to get stitches.” He explained carefully.
“Does he have specific triggers?”
“I know of a few. Cigarettes, fire, chains, certain words and names can get him sometimes as well. There should be more information in his file.”
You gnawed at the inside of your cheek. It wasn’t that you were second guessing this adoption, not in the least. But you were scared. How could you not be? What if you accidentally triggered a panic attack? What if he hurt himself? What if he hurt you? What if—
“What can I do?” You asked, “if he has a panic attack, what can I do?”
“Help him to breathe properly, that’s most important. He would most likely start hyperventilating and you’ll have to guide him. Reassure him that you’re there. His stuffed animals calm him down pretty quick, too. Just don’t smother him, don’t try to hug him or grab him in any way because he will lash out. Doing that would just make him feel cornered.” You nodded, taking in the information as thoroughly as you could, muttering to yourself to make notes of everything he just said.
“Hopefully, if you’re careful and understanding and good to him, you won’t have to worry about one occurring. He’ll be okay. It’s scary, but I can tell you’ll be able to handle it.”
You cocked a brow. “How can you tell?”
He smiled lightly to himself, simply shrugging with a knowing glint in his eyes. You narrowed your own eyes at him, but just as you were about to question him further, something like a brick wall slammed into you.
“What the fuck—!” you cursed loudly as the air was knocked from your lungs, sending you stumbling backwards. But whatever had rammed into your chest swiftly maneuvered itself behind you, preventing you from falling flat on your ass.
“Jeon Jungkook! Get back here this instant you mutant bunny!” A furious Latina came storming into the hall, soaked from head to toe, with what looked to be soap suds in her dark wavy hair. Her tan face was flushed with an angry crimson, lips pulled into a snarl that had even you cowering under her glare. You felt a harsh tug at the back of your shirt then sent you stumbling into something large, firm, and warm.
There was the unmistakable sound of growling and snorting by your ear. Okay. What the fuck is happening.
“Ms. Navarro, what happened?” Hoseok gasped at her disheveled state.
“That rabbit happened!” She sneered, pointing an accusing finger in your direction. Raising your brows, you pointed a finger first at your own chest (receiving a deadpan look from the woman) before throwing a thumb over your shoulder at whatever was making low grunting noises in your ear.
“What’d he do this time?” Hoseok sighed, rubbing a hand down his face.
“I was trying to get him to take his stupid bath because he’s beginning to stink up the place and he threw me into the tub, fully dressed!” She hissed, before beginning to spew out livid profanities in a Spanish.
“Jungkook,” Hoseok groaned, shooting a disapproving look in the rabbit’s direction, “why would you do that to Ms. Navarro? She was only trying to help you.”
“Bath bad. Don’t want it.” He hissed, the grip he had on the back of you shirt tightening, effectively drawing you even closer to him.
Shit, was it bad that this is the most intimate you’ve been with a guy in a hot minute? You almost snorted out loud at the thought, but stifled it in fear of being reprimanded by the short, yet admittedly terrifying woman standing before you.
“No, bath good for stinky bunnies like you,” She retorted sharply, hands curling into tight fists as the rabbit hybrid stuck his tongue out tauntingly before ducking down behind you. “Why you little—” Hoseok was quick to jump in as she began to storm over to where you stood, effectively scaring the piss out of you.
“Ms. Navarro, why don’t you let me deal with Jungkook, okay? You know how he can get. You can go dry off and get into some new clothes, is that alright?” His voice was like the calm in a hurricane, and the fury seemed to melt from her features within seconds.
She gave a short nod of agreement, shooting one last look of disdain in Jungkook’s direction before turning and stomping off, muttering something about giving him a right whooping with her chancla. When she vanished from sight, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in, body deflating.
Placing your palm flat against your chest and feeling the thunderous beating of your heart, you turned to Hoseok with wide eyes. “Well wasn’t she just a ball of sunshine and rainbows.”
He let out a laugh. “That was Ms. Navarro. She’s like the mother figure around here, always keeping everyone in their place. She can be very sweet, believe it or not.”
“Yeah, I don’t,” you grinned playfully. You heard a soft chuckle from behind you, and it was only then that you recalled that there was a bunny hybrid latched onto the back of your shirt. Swiveling your head around, you cocked a curious brow in his direction.
You don’t know exactly what you were expecting him to look like, but it sure as hell wasn’t a large, muscular boy with a face that bore an incredible resemblance to his animalistic half and two proud, brown ears sprouting from his messy dark locks of hair.
“God damn,” you muttered to yourself. His ears twitched in recognition of your words, head tilting adorably in confusion. “Jungkook the mutant bunny, I presume?”
He nodded, staring into your soul with big black sparkling eyes.
“Not much of a talker, huh?”
He nodded, blinking slowly.
“Ah, Jungkookie don’t be rude. Introduce yourself,” Hoseok spoke up, giving the hybrid a look stare.
The bunny stood up straight all of a sudden, hand shooting out in front of him as a look of determination graced his features. “Name Jeon Kookie, twenty year old, rex bunny. Nice meet.”
You stared at him blankly, pondering if it would be possible to fit him in your pocket and bring him home with you right then and there.
Jesus fuck he was adorable.
When you realized he was still waiting for you to shaking his hand, you quickly snapped yourself out of your daze.
“Pleasure to meet you, Kookie. My name’s Y/n,” you smiled up at him, gently sliding your hand into his. It was warm but rough, knuckles covered in scabs and bruises. “Jeez, how’d you get these, huh?”
“Jungkookie can be a little clumsy at times, can’t you, bud?” Hoseok chuckled with a fond shake of his head.
“Kookie plays rough.” The bunny hummed honestly, tapping the back of his hand.
You snorted, “yeah, I can see that— whaaat are you doing.”
The hybrid had unexpectedly leaned forward as you were speaking, getting incredibly close to your face. Close enough that the tip of his nose nearly brushed against yours. Speaking of his nose– it was twitching in a ridiculously bunny–like manner, lips puckering in concentration as his brows furrowed.
“Smells nice. Kookie like.”
“Jungkook, what have I told you about sniffing strangers.” Hoseok scolded him like mother scolded her child for snagging a piece of candy from a convenience store without paying.
The large bunny turned to Hoseok with a faint pout on his lips. “Might not like.”
“That’s right, so you have to ask first.”
Jungkook stared at you unblinkingly, ears twitching forward, “can Kookie sniff?”
Your eyes flashed over the Hoseok, and he must’ve easily picked up on the uncertainty in your eyes. “Smelling helps him determine if you are a potential friend, and assures him that you aren’t a threat. It’s more of a comfort thing for Jungkook, he feels more at ease around people once he knows their scent,” he explained softly, while the bunny awaited your response.
“Uh— I, um… sure, I suppose?” You managed through your confusion, clearing your throat as your voice cracked.
Despite having given him your permission to sniff you— you still yelped in surprise as he buried his nose in the crook of you neck, inhaling deeply. A deep groan vibrated on your skin, making your entire body go rigid, eyes all but popping out of their sockets. Scratch what you said earlier. This was by far the most intimate encounter you’ve had with a man in the past few months– er, years, but who’s counting?
A loud gasp snapped your mind right out of the gutter, your wide eyes easily spotting where it had come from. Taehyung stood at the end of the hall, absolute horror shining in his eyes at the scene laid out before him.
“No! Shoo, bunny! Mine, she’s my owner,” Taehyung shrieked, waving his arms around while rushing to your side and frantically trying to shoo the rabbit off.
The bunny blinked at the puppy hybrid before a cheeky smile graced his features and he turned to you, possessively wrapping his arms around your neck and tugging you into his large body.
“Kookie’s.”
“No! Bad bunny, she already said she’s adopting me, you can’t have her,” Taehyung whined loudly, glaring hard at the larger hybrid.
“Kookie’s.”
“Oh my god.” Your words were strained as the bunny squeezed you hard enough to have your ribcage constricting. Any tighter and he’d pop something out of place.
“Y/n! Tell him! You’re taking me home, not him, you said so!” Taehyung insisted, trying to reach you, only to be bumped to the side as Jungkook maneuvered his body to block the other hybrid.
“Kookie’s now.”
A forlorn howl erupted from Taehyung’s throat, his head tossing back as his knees crumpled beneath him.
You desperately looked towards Hoseok for help, having absolutely no clue what to do in the current situation. Your first time in a hybrid shelter and you’ve managed to break an innocent puppy’s heart and nearly get crushed to death by a gigantic rabbit hybrid.
“Jungkook, Taehyung, that’s enough! You are obviously overwhelming her, please show some consideration,” Hoseok voice boomed in the hallway as he scolded the two hybrids, “Jungkook, let go of her immediately. Taehyung, get off the floor.”
The bunny slowly let his arms drop, taking a sheepish step away from you. Taehyung bit his lip in embarrassment as he pushed himself up, shuffling on his feet. You were surprised at how easily they complied to Hoseok’s demand, especially having seen how Jungkook acting around Ms. Navarro. They must really respect him. Or were mildly terrified of him. Either or seemed fathomable.
“Thank you. Now please go to the common area for a little while and allow y/n to make a decision without you two hounding her and making it more stressful than it already is.”
Taehyung let out a weak protesting whine, only to slump in defeat at the pointed look he received from Hoseok. As both disappeared down the hall, you turned to look at Hoseok, distraught and confused. “What in the actual fucking hell just happened?”
He sheepishly scratched the back of his neck, “well… you see… it would seem that Jungkook has also taking a liking to you.”
“So?”
“So… he wants you to adopt him as well.”
Holy mother of shitness.
Two hybrids? Wanted you to adopt them? You? Why? You’re probably— scratch that, definitely the least qualified person in this entire building to be owning two hybrids. So how the fuck did this happen?
“What do I do?” You asked, desperation seeping into your words.
“Well, you can either choose one…” you had a presentiment of the or that was about to come from his mouth, “or…,” there it is, “you could adopt both.”
“B–both?” You sputtered, damn near choking on air at the suggestion. You owning two hybrids? You owning two hybrids… a puppy and a bunny… they would definitely make the house feel a lot less lonely, that’s for sure. And wasn’t that why you wanted a hybrid in the first place? To rid yourself of the empty, cold feeling of isolation? “Shit, am I crazy for considering it?”
He shrugged, with a quiet chuckle, “only a little. They’re both great hybrids. Both with their… quirks.”
“What’s Jungkook’s deal?” You found yourself curious to learn more about the odd hybrid.
“Jungkook has been here for a two years, just about. His original owners adopted him as a toddler and neglected to teach him basic language skills that young hybrids usually receive from the online courses. He was initially dropped off here because they hadn’t expected him to get so big. It is unusual for a bunny hybrid to reach his height and weight. And he just hasn’t been adopted since. When people are looking for rabbit hybrids, the majority are looking for something small and cute and cuddly. He’s just… not what they’d expect.”
You frowned. “Why are people so shitty.”
“I ask myself that everyday! Working here comes with its perks, but it also makes you realize just how messed up some people are.”
You unfortunately didn’t doubt that for a moment.
Getting one hybrid was a big enough change in and of itself, but two? Could you handle it? Probably not. Would you end up losing your mind before the age of thirty? Most likely. Were you crazy enough to do it anyway?
Yes. Yes you were.
“Alright. I’ve made my decision,” you clapped your hands together loudly, grinning up at Hoseok.
“Already?” He blinked in surprise at how quickly you were able to make up your mind.
“Yup!”
“Who?”
“Both.”
“B–both?” He sputtered in disbelief that you’d actually listened to him, expression mirroring the one you had work earlier. Snickering softly, you nodded. “Do you think you’ll be able to handle it? Taking on two hybrids is a big responsibility. Especially hybrids like Jungkook and Taehyung.”
“Are you trying to dissuade me, Jung Hoseok?”
“No! No, not at all! I just don’t want you to take both home, then realize that you’re not able to handle both of them and end up bringing one or both of them back—” Hoseok let out a yelp of surprise as you took an abrupt step towards him, staring him dead in the eyes.
“I would never do that to either of them. I’m mature enough to know what I can and cannot handle. And if I knew I wouldn’t be able to love those boys the way they deserve to be love then I wouldn’t even be considering taking them in. I’m not some ignorant kid looking for a play thing to enjoy them throw away when I get bored. Like you said earlier… I’m looking for a family. And something about those boys tells me that they’re the perfect fit.”
“Ding, Ding, Ding! Right answer.” He grinned, patting you on the shoulder before smoothly stepping around you and trotting down the hall, “now let’s go adopt you some hybrids.”
You scoffed in amused disbelief upon realizing that that entire little conversation was a set up. “Clever, Jung Hoseok. Real clever,” you chuckled, trailing behind him. He guided you back to the front desk, grabbing all of the paperwork that needed to be filled out in order for the hybrids to legally become yours. The entire way, you couldn’t shake the smile so big that it was making your cheeks ache.
This was crazy, absolutely crazy. Adopting two of the cutest hybrids you’d ever seen in your life in one day… you were definitely questioning your own sanity. But Namjoon said that he’d always be there to help when you needed it. It wasn’t like you were going into this alone, which you were more than just grateful for.
You wondered about every possible thing that came to mind as you filled out the paperwork, page by page, reading over every line with scrutinizing eyes. Most of it was just legal stuff, who would be their vet and such. You’d already gone over most of it with Namjoon in the nights prior to actually coming here so it wasn’t difficult to recall.
Somewhere between the lines you heard a commotion. A group of three teenaged boys (couldn’t be more than thirteen years old) had walked into the shelter, laughing loudly and shoving one another. But their rowdiness quieted as they caught both your and Hoseok’s suspecting gazes, smiling innocently and waving. You got a bad vibe from them, but you tried to focus on finishing the paperwork as Hoseok (begrudgingly) asked what he could help them with.
After another ten some minutes, you reached the last page, brows raising as you read over the last line.
Hybrid’s signature of approval, it read. A faint smile touched your lips.
Hoseok, who’d returned from showing the group to where the hybrids were, must’ve seen the look on your face because he tapped the desk, drawing your attention back to him. “Ready?” You jumped out of your seat, nodding rapidly. He smiled happily at your enthusiasm, nodding towards the door, “let’s go get ‘em.”
By the time you reached the familiar door, your body was buzzing with excitement. All the hybrids had to do was write their signature of approval and they’d be yours.
But unfortunately, they weren’t the first people to catch your attention when the door swung open. In fact, it was the same group of boys as earlier, huddled together in a corner, jeering at a cowering hybrid who was weakly begging them to stop.
“Yah! Get away from him immediately.”
Oooh, Hoseok was maaaad.
The kind of mad where every vein in his neck and forehead was bulging and his face was slowly shifting into fifty shades of red. He stormed over to the group, who now seemed frozen in place at being caught in the act, you following close at his heel. He gathered them up by the backs of their shirts, sharply admonishing them.
“How dare you come in here, into their home, and harass them. How dare you think it’s the least bit acceptable to treat anyone with such disrespect. What will your mothers think about this?” He snarled, glaring eyes jumping from one boy to the next, committing their faces to memory.
“Please don’t call my mom!” One cried out as he dragged them away.
As Hoseok guided the boys out of the room, your eyes flickered back towards the boy. He was crouched against the wall, head tucked into his knees, arms hugging himself with whatever strength remained in his small form. Every few seconds, his body would quiver with what you guessed to be silent sobs. The sight was enough to have your heart shattering into a trillion tiny shards.
Before your mind could ration with your body, your feet were carrying you over to where he sat.
Quietly, you fell to your knees in front of him. He didn’t lift his head, but you knew that he was aware of your presence from the way his small black ears twitched forward, angling themselves attentively in your direction.
“Hello,” you uttered softly, as not to scare him. He was obviously already shaken and deeply upset by what had just occurred and you had no intention of worsening that feeling. When he failed to reply, you continued in that same gentle voice, “are you alright?”
The hybrid scoffed into his arms in disbelief.
You smiled weakly, “stupid question?” He only hummed. “I’m sorry… I’m not great at the whole consoling thing. Kids like that are inconsiderate assholes. Whatever they did or said— don’t believe it, they only want a reaction.”
“But it’s true,” The sharpness of his words caught you off guard, muffled but rigid with hurt and anger, “everything they said was true.”
“What’d they say, hun?” You coaxed carefully, tempted to reach out and touch his hand but knowing that may be crossing a line. He shook his head, burying his face further into the fabric of his sleeves. Sighing, you scooted closer to him, “It’s alright, you can tell me.”
His ears fluttered, as he rolled his neck just enough that he could peek up at you from the corner of his eye, squinting in attempt to get a clear view of your face. There was a moment of hesitation before he spoke again.
“They said… that nobody will ever want to adopt me… because I’m just a disgusting smelly animal… and—“ his voice croaked, “and they made fun of my tail.”
Instinctively you tried to glance behind him. But it seemed he’d tucked his tail safely out of sight of prying eyes as the only parts you could make out were soft looking tufts of black.
“Do you mind if I see your tail?”
He went rigid at the request, still feeling the painful aftershocks of insecurity stinging at his heart. He didn’t want to be judged. He didn’t want anyone else to think of him as a disgusting animal, something to be ashamed of. His body language easily portrayed this uncertainty.
But he took the chance nonetheless. Nestling his head down again to prevent himself from seeing your reaction, he rocked forward, his tail smoothly uncurling. The telltale snowy white stripes, split cleanly down the middle by a thick stream of black instantly gave away exactly what species the boy was. Silence followed, and it had him wanting to start balling all over again. But little did he know you weren’t gawking in disgust like so many others had, rather admiring.
“If my opinion counts for anything,” your voice, the soft genuineness of it surprised him, “I think your tail is very pretty. You should be proud of it.”
He didn’t say anything. And you guessed that was the end of your conversation. Saddened, you were about to stand when a small, nearly inaudible mumble came from hybrid.
“What was that?”
He took a deep breath, and lifted his head. You had to suck in a deep breath and hold it to keep yourself from squealing out loud at just how lovely he was. The sweetest brown eyes, wide and glossy and heavily lidded, a pair of the most beautiful lips you’d ever laid eyes on, along with the most squish-able cheeks imaginable; he was utterly breathtaking.
“You really… think it’s pretty?”
A smile touched your lips. “I think it’s beautiful. I think you are beautiful.”
A warm, pink blush illuminated his cheeks. “I’m not beautiful,” he quickly shook his head, but his ears were peeled forward, searching for more praise.
“You’re right, you’re not beautiful,” his face fell, tail dropping, “because beautiful isn’t a strong enough to describe you. You’re gorgeous, stunning, magnificent, ethereal!” He laughed loudly –a bubbly sound that was ridiculously contagious–, pressing his face into the palms of his hands once again. Only this time it wasn’t in shame or humiliation.
“That’s ridiculous…” he giggled.
“It’s the truth!” You insisted, once again tossing your hands around for emphasis. You giggled together, the smile alighting his features one of the prettiest you’d ever seen, and you quickly realized you’d do just about anything to see him smiling like that again.
Ah, shit. Here we go again.
“My name’s Y/n,” you introduced yourself for the fourth time that day, biting back a wide smile as his cheeks tinted pink.
“Jimin…” dear god even his name was pretty.
“Jimin,” you asked softly, “how would you feel about possibly—”
A low whine cut your question short. Taehyung and Jungkook scrambled up to you, the puppy latching onto your arm while the bunny pushed his nose against your cheek, sniffing and nuzzling affectionately.
“I missed you, y/n!” Taehyung whimpered, looking up at you with big shining eyes and a delicate pout. Jungkook hummed in agreement, not bothering to remove his nose from your skin.
“I just saw you,” you giggled, reaching up and gently ruffling his hair. He sighed, pushing into your pets and allowing his eyes to flutter.
“I know, but I still missed you.”
“Choose?” Jungkook impatiently interjected.
“Yes, I did choose.” You nodded, feeling Taehyung tense up at your side, his grip of your tightening tenfold. Jungkook’s ears perked, eyes going wide as he stared at you expectantly. “I chose both of you.”
“B–both of us?” Taehyung reiterated quietly, “you’re taking both of us home with you?”
“Is… is that alright?”
You suddenly began to feel worried. You’d forgotten to ask them how they would feel living with one another. What if they didn’t want to be one of two hybrids, what if they wanted to be your one and only?
But all concerns were thrown out the window as Taehyung tackled you to the floor with a hug, yipping ecstatically while lathering your face in slobbery licks. You bellowed out laughs as the needy bunny hybrid quickly squirmed his way into the embrace, making soft grinding sounds with his teeth. “Kookie come, too?”
“Kookie come, too,” you confirmed, unable to control the grin that conquered your lips.
The bunny made a noise that prominently resembled that of a cat’s purr, eyes wrinkling at the corners as he smiled contently. You had almost lost yourself in the comfort and warmth the two large bodies of the hybrids were providing you with when you remembered the third sitting not a few feet away. You immediately sat back up, gently nudging the puppy and bunny away from you.
Jimin remained in the same spot, only now he looked deeply disheartened, tail and ears drooping, eyes downcast, lips twisted into a soft frown.
There was absolutely no way in hell that you could leave him here.
What was one more hybrid, huh? How much damage could the adorable little guy really do?
And at this point— fuck it.
“Jimin, would you like to come home with me— with us?”
He seemed taken off guard by the question, blinking rapidly before his face when hard. “I don’t need your pity.” He spat, quickly facing away from you. But you’d already seen the glimmer of hope in his eyes.
“It’s not pity. I want you to be part of my family, Jimin.”
“It’ll be fun, Jiminie!” Taehyung suddenly exclaimed, scrambling over to the skunk hybrid with wide eyes and a wagging tail, “we can play all the time! And– and cuddle! And y/n is real nice; really really nice! We’ll have a home Jiminie! Like we’ve always wanted.”
You guessed the two must be friends from the affection way the hyper puppy nuzzled against the smaller boy affectionately and he didn’t flinch away. “Home…” Jimin murmured softly, with a hint of a smile, “that doesn’t sound so bad, I guess.”
At that very moment, Hoseok came bounding back into the room, immediately making a beeline to where you sat with the hybrids, “Jimin, are you alright? I can’t believe the audacity of kids now a days! Don’t worry, I made sure that they’ll never step foot in this facility again— did I… miss something?”
“I was just asking Jimin if he would like to come home with Jungkook, Taehyung, and I,” you explained with a brief side glance in the skunk hybrid’s direction. He was gnawing at his thick bottom lip, and you could practically see the gears turning in his head. Hoseok looked at you with wide eyes, as if silently asking ‘anotha one?’ to which you smartly replied with, “go big or go home!”
“In that case, it’s up to Jiminie,” he squatted down beside Jungkook, ruffling the bunny’s hair and smiling softly, “would you like to be adopted by her?”
“Could you–” he cleared his throat as a humming red filtered into his cheeks, “come a little closer? I can’t see very well… and I–I’d like to see your face.”
You cooed softly, heart fluttering at his bashful confession before complying, leaning closer to him. He mirrored you, straining his neck and rapidly blinking his chocolate eyes. Your faces were inches away when suddenly his eyes popped open wide, his entire face becoming a throbbing crimson and he quickly ducked back into himself, curling his tail around his legs.
Shit, were you that hideous that you scared him back into the fetal position?
“A–are you good?” You coughed uncertainly. He nodded rapidly, still hiding his face.
“She’s real pretty right? Like an angel!” Taehyung gleefully squealed, nudging the flustered skunk. Your mouth open and shut quickly, on the verge of objecting when Jimin squeaked weakly, murmuring a shy agreement.
“V–very pretty…”
Queue your blushing cheeks and inability to take a compliment. “Okay, enough of that!” You shot a lighthearted glare in a grinning Taehyung’s direction.
“Jimin come?” Jungkook spoke up, blinking at you with an adorable tilt of his head. Your gaze shifted back to Jimin hopefully. He paused, glancing between the four of you before slowly nodding his head.
“I… I want you to adopt me.”
Taehyung let out a squeal of excitement, launching himself at Jimin as you smiled widely. Jungkook once again weaseled himself into the embrace, large body effectively shielding Jimin’s tiny form from view.
You felt a gentle hand come down on your shoulder, looking over to see an amused Hoseok holding out a slip of paper. It had his number on it and a funny looking winking face. “Good luck with that bunch. Text me if you ever need any help, one hybrid can be handful enough, but three?” He whistled, and you swatted him away with a playful glare. Giggling, he backed off, sending one last fond glance at the cuddling hybrids. “You’ve got this. I believe in you.”
