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“ Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly. ” - Franz Kafka

My name is SVN, welcome to my blog of daydreams. Inbox is open to any and all of your deepest desires. Don’t be afraid to ask.

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Omg I read the last 2 chapters so quickly from the light that shines through IM OBSESSED 🩷🩷 I love the dialogues and how you can tell a little bit from each member and their personalities I’m super excited to read the next chapter 🌝🌝

Ahhhh ty so much! I was really worried about the dialogue and how I was characterizing everyone. I didn’t want to make it too confusing since it is an OT7 fic, and it can be hard including all of the boys. But I’m so glad so many people like TLTST, this is the first series I’m actually keeping up with lol. I hope you all love the next chapter, it’s a bit tricky to write right now since I’m going through some stuff in my personal life, and my writer’s block is tough to work through, but all this support is really motivating me.

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Can I be added to your taglist if the light that shines through? It’s really really good!!!

Of course my love! Thank you so much, the support means so much to me💜💜

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Hey how many chapters are gonna be there ? Loveee the storyyyyy

Definitely hooked for more !!

As of right now, I’m not sure how many chapters there will be, but there’s so much I want to do with the story, so I’m assuming it’ll be quite a lot! Thank you so much for the support!!

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It's pretty disrespectful to have the picture of Anneliese Michel, a girl who suffered so much as your pfp

You’re right, I deeply apologize for not doing better research and ignorantly using that picture. I changed it, and will not make that mistake again. I am sorry.

Do you have an ao3 that you post on too or is TLTST exclusive to tumblr?

I do have an ao3 under the name of my old blog (@paranoiddreams), but I haven’t posted anything there yet. I will post TLTST on there when this chapter is finished!💜

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Hi so ignore me if it's too much work, but is it possible for us to get a moodboard for TLTST?? I want to have an idea of how mc's cottage and the forest looks like... Yk to imagine the au better. Love the fic so much I can't stop thinking about it🥹💜

Ofc my love! I didn’t really like how this one came out, so I might make another one later, but this is the general idea I have.

The cottage is a two story with three bedrooms, and the garden has a tall fence. The maknae line and Yoongi all have black hair, Jin has red/orange hair, Namjoon has silver, and Hoseok has light brown hair. I tried not to make reader have any specific features since this is a self insert fic, but she is going to be implied to be plus sized since there are basically no good plus sized reader fics anymore :(

I’m so happy for all of the support TLTST is getting, I was heavily inspired by Trouvaille by @spookyserenades and Abundance by @angelicyoongie check out their hybrid fics, they are so so good!!

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Next chapter might take a little longer since it’ll be a little longer too. Fair warning for inaccurate medical knowledge. I’ll update you guys when it’s almost done!

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I’m officially hooked on The Light that Shines Through!! I love the pacing so much, and the dialogue is soooo good! Can’t wait to read what’s next<3

This means a lot to me, you don’t knowww. I was really worried about the pacing and dialogue, and I was hoping it wasn’t too boring or nonsensical. I’m so glad you liked it, your support means so much to me my love💜💜

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The Light that Shines Through || Ch.2 - Green Thumb

OT7 hybrid!bts x fem!reader

Tags: polyamory, hybrids, hybrid fighting rings, writer!reader, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, slow burn, eventual smut, subtle ABO dynamics, fox!seokjin, wolf!namjoon, snow leopard!yoongi, squirrel! hoseok, tiger!jimin, panther!taehyung, sugar glider!jungkook, little use of y/n

Chapter warnings: allusions to fighting rings and starvation, drug use, angst, allusions to withdrawal, heavy angst tbh

WC: 5.2k

A/n: kinda nervous for this one, I second guessed a lot, but I really hope you all enjoy it. I swear the next chapters will be a little lighter, Namjoon and Yoongi are kinda dicks to each other rn😭

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“Are you sure this is going to work?”

It’s been days since Namjoon and Yoongi walked up to that quaint cottage and came back with the supplies you gave them. They’ve already gone through most of it, only one apple, a few berries, and two water bottles left in the bag. The comforters are caked in mud and need to be dried in the sun on a tree branch. They decided to stay put in the forest in hopes of recovery, but not without some protest from Yoongi.

The rain has not stopped pouring at night, as if the dark sky prompted some ancient god to cast down heavy showers, and Jungkook has started to isolate himself in his animal form, curled into the tree’s hallow. He refuses to shift into his human form, and they have a feeling it’s because he’s only gotten more pale and cold to the touch.

Namjoon although, holds out some hope that he’d have the courage to follow that burnt vanilla scent again, and march up to you to request safe haven. But he knows they have to move on soon. They’re far enough away from the hunters, he guesses, but there really is no other option than playing it safe. And if Jungkook stays in this weather any longer, he’ll worsen to the point of collapse.

On the last day of their stay in these parts of the woods, where they’ve made that large tree a temporary base, Yoongi brings up an idea.

He tells the pack about you, how you had dirt under your nails, the flowers in your front lawn, and a how you grew the food you gave them. One peek through a hole in your fence confirmed that you have a fresh produce garden. Seokjin with his sly fox form, and Namjoon with his strong sense of smell returning, could pull off the perfect plan that would hold them over for a least a few more weeks as they travel. To where, no one is sure. Not even Namjoon himself.

“Yes, hyung, I’m sure. Just sneak under the fence and grab some food, then we can leave before dark.”

Seokjin, who’s sending Yoongi an unimpressed look, licks his lips as he thinks. He squints over at the fence surrounding your house just a few yards away, imagining the plan in his head.

Dig a hole, crawl under the fence, grab food from the garden, run.

It seems simple enough, more simple than things they’ve done for food before, but the sun that had risen high in the sky will do nothing but make him easy to spot. And, he only has a certain amount of time before dusk.

“Yoongi, it’s mid day. She’ll see me—“

“And if she does?” Yoongi retorts, scoffing out a sarcastic laugh. “You’re just a fox in her eyes, she’ll think nothing of it. Plus, she’s a hermit. She won’t go outside.”

That much is true enough. Yoongi would be lying if he said he hasn’t been observing you whenever he can throughout these past few days. He practically knows your routine now: wake up, sit outside on the porch with coffee and a book, disappear inside for a few hours, then sleep at 12. They would execute this plan after then, but Namjoon would much rather avoid walking in the rain again.

“I can’t hold much,” Seokjin sighs, crossing his arms over his chest. He’s sitting on the comforter laid out beneath the large oak tree.

“Bring the bag.”

“It’s hers! If she sees me, she’ll know something is up.”

“She won’t!” Yoongi groans.

“Can’t Taehyung do it? He’s bigger.”

“And risk her seeing a fucking panther in her garden?”

“You said she wouldn’t see anything!”

“Enough! Guys!” Hoseok juts into the argument, standing in between the two men, ever the mediator. “Namjoon is right. We need to get that food, it’ll keep us going longer. And we need to do it before dark. Seokjin-hyung, you’re the best option. You’re fast, and you can do it quietly.”

Yoongi turns away and runs a hand through his dark matted hair. Seokjin just sighs, Hoseok’s flattery doing wonders at breaking his resolve.

“Okay, yeah, fine. I am fast.”

You watch the loading symbol on your computer as you fiddle with the strings of your pajama pants that definitely don’t match with your nice blouse at all, already trying to muster up any excuses you can think of. A moment later, the face of your agent, Nora, appears on the screen.

“Y/n! My favorite client. How are the chapters coming?”

You force a smile. Straight to the point. “Good, good, I’ve been working hard. It’s really coming along!”

In all reality, you haven’t written but one sentence. You’ve spent the last few weeks reading cheesy romance novels and raving reviews of your books just trying to get out of this rut you’ve found yourself in ever since your latest release.

It was a major success considering your age. 5,000 copies sold in the just the sixth month of it being on the shelves was almost unheard of with the agency you’re signed with, and it produced a flow of money that’s kept you comfortable for a while, and will continue to. You don’t know if that’s the reason why you haven’t found the motivation for your third book, or if it’s the fear of a drop off from what success you’ve already gained.

Either way, you’ve found it easier and easier to lie to your agent and editor with each zoom meeting; not that they even fully believe you.

“I…” you look around, spotting a framed picture of you and your sister. It’s a candid from your college days, when her invitations never failed to get you out of the house. You’re wearing a dress that flows at your ankles, and more makeup than you were used to even back then. The image speaks of the freedom you once felt in yourself. You try to summon that feeling again as you push out yet another excuse.

“I’ve been busy. You know, helping my sister plan her wedding and everything,” you say with a sheepish smile.

Nora’s lips form a thin line and she runs a hand through her golden hair. “Y/n, you really need to get the first few chapters down. Ethan is waiting to edit them, and it’ll be easier to get into the flow for the next chapters once you get these done.”

“I know,” you sigh, “I know. I’ve just been busy.”

Busy is far from what you’ve been. In fact, you have way too much time on your hands. It is true, though, that you’ve been helping with the wedding. But ‘helping’ looks more like sending an RSVP and a few hundred bucks for the cake with your perfectionist sister. Other than that, you’ve already bought your dress, booked plane tickets for a few months from now, and planned a place to stay for a week. You did so in the hopes that you’d keep yourself busy enough for the next call with Nora, but clearly, it didn’t do the job.

“Well, the fans are waiting to see what you have in store next,” Nora says. Her easy smile suggests she’s not tired of saying that, somehow. Her patience must work wonders on other authors she manages, but it just makes you feel guilty.

“Fans. Right.”

“Speaking of, you have that book signing coming up. How are you feeling about it?”

You can feel a headache start to form behind your eyes at just the thought. It’s not that you don’t like meeting the eager readers your books has garnered, you love it, but being so public makes you squirm. You think sometimes that you didn’t choose the right profession for that reason, but you couldn’t imagine doing anything else.

Writing is your life. You have been doing it since you were a little girl, creating new worlds in your notebooks, between the margins of homework, and eventually on the first computer you were gifted on your 15th birthday. If it weren’t for writing, you wouldn’t be here, as grim as that reality is.

There’s just something so exhausting about your passion becoming your job.

“When is it again?” You ask, but really, you know. It’s the 15th of this month, which is only a week away from now.

When Nora tells you as much, you nod, heaving out a sigh that sounds way more exhausted than you intended.

“Y/n…you’re going to do great. People love you, and they love your mind,” she says with a sympathetic look that makes your chest tighten. If she wasn’t your agent, Nora would be your best friend. With the amount of people in your circle, or lack there of, she technically is.

She reaches over off camera and pulls a book from her shelf; it’s yours, the pretty gold lettering contrasted against the white background. Below is your pen name, and a signature. On the inside is a note you wrote before sending the copy to her, telling her how much she’s done for you, and how grateful you are.

“This book is amazing, and the author behind it even more,” Nora says.

You smile softly and open your mouth to thank her sheepishly, when you hear a crash coming from your back porch behind you. You turn in your desk chair, brows furrowed.

“Y/n? You okay?” Nora asks, putting the book down with a concerned expression.

You turn back to face your computer, cursor already hovering over the end call button. “I gotta go, I’ll call you again later,” you say before she cuts out.

You stand slowly, rays from the setting sun hitting your face. Peering out the glass sliding doors leading to your back yard, you don’t see anything at first. Just the trees swaying in the wind, and heavy rain clouds rolling into the sky. But then, you spot one of your basil plants on the ground, the ceramic in shards and dirt spilled.

“What the…” you whisper, hand reaching to open the door, when you see movement from the corner of your eye. You turn, and immediately make eye contact with a beautiful, red fox. Its fur is a combination of russet and burn orange that fades to an inky black around its snout and paws. But there’s something strange about this fox. It looks too aware, maybe too…clever. It’s almost uncanny.

But what’s even stranger is…the creature was midway through dropping a ripe tomato into a bag. And, oh, it’s your bag. The tote you gave the two men at your doorstep the other day. You recognize The Starry Night design on the canvas.

The fox drops the tomato, and it rolls to the ground. You watch, fascinated, as it grabs the handles of the bag and dashes away, crawling through a hole dug under your fence. It drags the bag along with it, until it’s out of sight.

Slowly, as you process what just happened, you slide the door open and step out onto your back porch. You bend down to pick up the shards of the pot, the image of the clever fox burned into your mind.

As Seokjin trots over to the large oak tree the pack has made their temporary base, he drags the bag of your gardened fruits and veggies with him. He looks behind him every few minutes, expecting to see you chasing him with a stick for stealing your produce. But you never come.

When he reaches the tree, he drops the bag with a shake of his head, and swiftly shifts back into his human form. “Fuck,” he pants, fixing his hair. He sees Yoongi and the others rush over. Jimin and Taehyung go for the bag first, smiling when they look inside and see the bounty of food that will last them weeks at least.

“Hyung, you did it!” Hoseok says excitedly when he runs up and looks over Jimin’s shoulder.

“Yeah, but I was almost caught. I was caught,” he says, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow. He sends Yoongi a glare.

“You said she wouldn’t come out.”

“Did she?” Namjoon interjects before Yoongi can.

“Yes! Well, I did tip over a pot when I was reaching for her strawberry vines, but—“

“You were fast. At least you have that,” Yoongi huffs.

Seokjin crosses his arms over his chest, obviously frustrated. With himself, and Yoongi for even coming up with this plan. For some reason he can’t pin point, he feels bad. The look on your face when your gaze met his was enough to send shivers down his spine even now.

“Was she mad?” Taehyung asks. He takes a carrot out and chomps on it, freezing when he sees Hoseok send him a disapproving look. He takes the carrot from his hand and takes a bite out of it himself.

“Didn’t look it,” Seokjin sighs. He slumps back against the oak, taking the carrot from Hoseok. He puts it back into the bag, ignoring the hunger in the pit of his stomach. “But we need to conserve this. I took a lot, we should make it last at least.”

“And we need to get a move on,” Namjoon supplies with a grunt as he reaches up to grab the comforter off of the low hanging tree branch overhead. “We should’ve gone earlier, but Jungkook is still refusing to shift.”

In the hallow of the tree, the youngest pack mate is huddled into a ball, shivering despite the golden hour sunlight streaming into the forest. He hasn’t come out in two days, and Namjoon is starting to fear he’s catching something they can’t heal with time. If he were in his much larger human form, he’d most likely be as pale as moonlight, with bags under his eyes.

Jungkook has gotten sick like this before. In the underground tunnels below the fighting rings and auctioning rooms, their cells were cold and made of hard concrete. The conditions were less than optimal for everyone imprisoned there, but with Jungkook’s already weak immune system, he was catching colds every few weeks. Before fights, the people in white coats that claimed to be physicians and scientists would inject him with serums that worked supernaturally fast, only for their effects to wear off after the fight, when he was thrown back into his cell. It seemed each cold would get worse and worse because of this, which put off his healing process entirely.

Some part of Namjoon fears this is withdrawal from whatever drugs they forced into his blood stream, but he doesn’t let himself go there.

“He’ll just have to suck it up or let one of us hold him,” Yoongi says as he leans down to peek into the tree where he’s curled up. He reaches in and picks him up, watching as he stirs awake. His beady black eyes flutter open to look at him.

“I can hold him!” Jimin volunteers, holding his hands out. Yoongi rolls his eyes and puts the youngest into his palms.

“You all coddle him way too much,” he hisses.

“He’s sick, hyung, don’t be so mad,” Taehyung retorts as he gathers up the second blanket from the ground. Namjoon quietly guides him to leave it in the hallow of the tree, wanting to pack light.

“Whatever,” Yoongi scoffs, looking at the small sugar glider curl into the crook of Jimin’s neck.

He is mad. He’s mad at Jungkook for not saying anything about feeling sick sooner, and he’s mad at himself for not noticing, or smelling it on him. He’s mad at the whole world, the hunters that captured them in Seoul and took them to America, the leaders of the underground fighting ring, for not escaping sooner, but mostly, he’s mad at himself.

The pack swiftly gather the little belongings they have, and start for the forest again. Namjoon gives one last glance in the direction of your cottage before he takes the lead, going east.

Jimin, as promised, carries Jungkook on his shoulder as they walk, careful not to jostle him around too much. Seokjin and Hoseok fight over who holds the bag of food, Seokjin claiming he has the right to since he stole it, while Hoseok complains about how hungry he is.

“We can make a stop and eat when we find some shelter,” Namjoon says, not wanting their bickering to draw any unwanted attention.

“Looking for another cottage owned by a pretty girl?” Yoongi huffs, clearly having noticed the leader staring at your cottage more than a few times during their resting period.

“Pretty girl?” Taehyung’s ears swivel towards Yoongi, and his eyes light up with interest. Hoseok and Seokjin cease their argument in favor of hearing whatever is going on. Jimin simply walks forward, checking on Jungkook every few moments.

“I said it to make a point,” Yoongi says with an air of annoyance.

Namjoon clicks his tongue and glares at him. “And what point is that?”

“That you’ve lost your senses, and one act of generosity has gotten your hopes up. Do you not remember how every human in our lives had either betrayed or kidnapped us?”

Jimin shivers at Yoongi’s words beside Hoseok, and he tucks Jungkook into his shirt, against his chest.

“I do not have my hopes up. If I did, I would’ve gone back. We wouldn’t be moving now.”

“But you thought about it,” Yoongi retorts.

“And you haven’t?” Seokjin chimes in. “Yoongi, you basically stalked the poor girl—“

“Pretty girl,” Taehyung echoes his older pack mate’s words with a sly smile.

“I did not stalk her, I was planning. And that plan got us enough food to hold us over. You all should be thanking me.”

“Like you’d show any appreciation for the thanks,” Hoseok snorts. “You know, you used to be nice, hyung.”

“Nice? Being nice won’t help anyone,” Yoongi huffs. “And you used to scam people on the street into giving up all the money in their pockets, so I guess we’ve both changed.”

Hoseok stays quiet after that, the words jabbing him in the chest more than he’d like to admit. It’s true, Hoseok had many charades out on the streets of Seoul that got them enough money to buy food and rooms in cheap motels for the night. But now it seems all of his trickery has been drained, not like he’d have much luck on the streets of America. They can barely even find them through these thickets.

The group step over rocks and fallen trees as they trek through the forest. The sun has started to set, and the sky rumbles with far away thunder. Namjoon looks up, anticipating the rain soon. They walk until the moon rises into the dark sky, the stars barely visible behind the large storm clouds coming in. Their feet ache, and with a quick glance over his shoulder, Namjoon can see that everyone, including himself, are past exhaustion at this point.

“We can make our base here for the night,” he says when they reach a creek. He lies the blanket on the ground beneath a tree that gives optimal coverage from the rain that threatens to pour down soon. The smell of vanilla wafts into the air.

Jimin and Taehyung sit down against the trunk as Jungkook crawls languidly out of Jimin’s shirt. Hoseok, Yoongi, and Seokjin kneel down by the creek to drink the water lapping softly at the edge. Namjoon’s grey ears stand at attention as he scopes out the area. It’s well hidden by the ticket of trees surrounding, and the scent in the air is purely of earth and rain. He finds himself almost missing the old oak tree they made their base, but he shakes the thought away as he reaches into the bag to grab a cucumber and some tomatoes.

He leans down next to creek and runs the produce through the water to clean it of the thin layer of dirt.

“Are we going to try to find the city, hyung?”

Namjoon turns to see Taehyung holding Jungkook in the crook of his arm, ears drooping slightly from exhaustion.

“It’s too risky,” the leader sighs, standing from the creek. He breaks the cucumber down the middle and gives Taehyung one half, taking a bite of the other. “Hunters are more likely to be there than anywhere else.”

“Then where are we going to go?”

The question is similar to one a child would ask their parent in a grim situation. But Taehyung is not a child, and Namjoon is not his parent, so he finds it harder to lie as he would if that were the case. The leader steps forward and sits down on the blanket across from him and Jimin, who is carefully biting into one of the tomatoes as he listens. Even Seokjin, Hoseok, and Yoongi have paused by the creek, listening in on the conversation.

“That’s…not so simple,” Namjoon heaves out with a sigh. His tail bristles as a cold rush of wind passes.

“I know. But we can’t keep running forever,” Taehyung says.

“At least in Seoul we had our streets, and allies. Couldn’t we find more here? I’m sure there are other hybrids in our place, that have escaped,” Jimin theorizes.

Yoongi stands from the creek and walks over, taking the cucumber from Taehyung’s hands. “We’re not in Seoul anymore,” he says, “and even if there are other hybrids who have escaped, which there are, we’d be better off on our own.”

“Of course you’d think that,” Hoseok says as he licks water from his lips. He brushes his knees off and stands. He’s clearly still peeved from his comment earlier. “But Taehyung is right. We can’t keep running forever.”

“Then what do we do? It’s not as if we can buy land and live happily ever after. Ever since we were born, our life has turned into living in shitty shelters, and watching for hunters, and avoiding street fights. Even back in Korea we had nowhere to go, nothing to do except lie, and steal, and hope we make it through the night.”

Seokjin stands now, hands on his hips. “Okay, enough with your pessimism, that does nothing to help us,” he scoffs.

“And living in dream land does?” Yoongi fires back, but he turns his gaze to Namjoon.

“Will you drop it?” The leader sighs. He’s too exhausted and worn out for this fight.

“No, I won’t drop it. Even if you don’t see it, what you did was a lapse in judgement. The Namjoon I knew before the ring would never match up to some random cottage and ‘rest’ for a few days yards away from it, where we could be caught. Tracked down.”

Namjoon had been able to keep his calm, like he always has, but something about Yoongi’s words jab him in the chest. His nostrils flare and he feels his fists clench at his sides. He strides over to his older pack mate, steps away from his face.

“Shut up. That ‘lapse in judgment’ got us food, and you even got enough information to create a plan to get more! Are you seriously holding me accountable for that, when you’ve had lapses in judgment too? Telling her about our pack, how many there are, that we’re all men. She could’ve—“

“Called hybrid control? Alerted hunters? Yeah, I know. Which is why I told you that we shouldn’t have stayed. That we should keep moving. If you’d have listened to me, we would probably be in a better place now, not stuck in this fucking forest!”

Namjoon balks at that. He doesn’t want to admit it, but some of what Yoongi said is true. If they had kept going, maybe they wouldn’t be in the forest now, maybe they would’ve found an abandoned house to take shelter in, like times before. But he stands firm in the reasons he chose to stay: Jungkook is sick, there were resources yards away, and even if he doesn’t give this thought much hope, you were there. A human with enough decency to give them food and blankets in their time of need. Maybe he’s so used to the grim reality of this world for hybrids that your simple act of kindness became something he clung onto. The thought makes him even angrier. A sour smell tinges the air.

“Well, you’re not the fucking leader, are you? I chose what was best, and even if we’re caught in a bad deal now, we’ll make it out. We always do,” Namjoon growls. “And if you want to talk about lapses in judgment, why don’t we talk about the night we were taken? What happened to your judgment then, Yoongi?”

The pack grows silent as Namjoon’s voice drops to a tone they haven’t heard since they were captured. Even Yoongi is stunned for a moment, before the venom returns to his gaze.

No one has talked about that night. It was too sore, like a bruise being poked, and they had much greater things to worry about. But there was always an unspoken truth surrounding it. Something no one was brave enough to speak aloud.

“Maybe we should’ve stayed,” he says. Thunder rumbles and rain starts to sprinkle into the air. The sour smell in the air grows more intense. It burns in the back of Namjoon’s throat. “In the fighting rings. At least there you weren’t so naive. So soft.”

Seokjin and Jimin stand, but stay in their places, ready for Namjoon to pounce. All of the pack is taken aback by Yoongi’s words. Even Yoongi himself. It’s a bitter, ugly, thought he’s held onto since they started their journey. A truth that was never meant to slip, much like the truth of that night. But something has been building inside of him, even before they were captured.

Namjoon is about to open his mouth to say something, when another voice juts in.

“How could you say that, hyung?”

Everyone turns to see Jungkook, in his ratty clothes, face pale, hunching over as he rounds a tree. He hasn’t shifted in days, and his joints ache, but he couldn’t stand to hear this any longer. Taehyung didn’t even notice when he crawled off of his arm.

“Jungkook, you shifted…“ Seokjin whispers. But he doesn’t seem to hear him.

“If we didn’t escape, we’d be dead by now. I’m sure of it,” he coughs. His eyes are dull, and his teeth chatter. “We’d be alone. I thought when we escaped, everything would go back to how it was before. Why didn’t it? Why can’t you all just get along like before?”

“Some things change, Jungkook,” Yoongi says through his teeth. He turns to look back at Namjoon. “A lot of things have changed.”

“You’re right,” the leader fires back. “A lot has changed. Like you. You used to be the leader. This pack used to be home. But now, it’s just a burden.”

No one dares to even breathe. The words hit everyone in the chest, and Yoongi looks like he regretted the words as soon as they come out. But he doesn’t back down, his pride more stubborn than anything else.

Suddenly, a crack echoes through the forest. All seven look to the clearing, and see three men dressed in camouflage holding rifles. They have wicked grins on their faces, and blood already on their hands. The sour smell in the air nearly chokes them.

“Well, what do we have here?” The man leading the trio croons as they step closer.

Namjoon’s tail bristles and his ears fall back. Taehyung and Hoseok stand from the ground, turning their bodies to face the hunters. They’re scared, shaking, and Jungkook is barely holding himself up. He looks even paler than before. Taehyung places himself in front of him, chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.

No one blinks. No one moves. The hunters are a sight way too familiar for them to make any sudden moves. Those guns, and the pungent smoky smell emitting from them, are enough to make their minds run with all the possibilities of the next few minutes.

“Go,” Seokjin whispers through his fear, eyes wide as he stands frozen in place. “Run!”

All seven turn on their heels and dart for the deeper end of the forest at once. Taehyung grabs Jungkook’s hand to pull him along, hobbling after the rest of the pack.

The hunters rush towards them, laughing with sickening excitement, as if they’re playing a game. And they are.

Namjoon takes the lead, head swiveling as he looks for the nearest cave system. But there are none, just a plethora of tall trees and babbling creeks. They dart around trunks, nearly slip on the mud, and make their way through the darkening expanse of the forest.

Namjoon looks behind him to catch a glimpse of their attackers, but he only sees the other five following him. Five.

“Where’s Yoongi?” He pants out, feet slowing, but never stopping.

“What?” Hoseok turns, but only sees Jungkook and Taehyung stumbling at the rear. A cold chill of dread runs down Namjoon’s spine, and without thinking, he turns and runs the other way.

“Keep going!” He shouts. “I’m going to find him!”

“Namjoon, don’t—“

“Keep going, I said!” The leader roars, ignoring Seokjin’s protest. The pack sends him a myriad of fear stricken glances, but they listen, not turning back.

Namjoon slides in the mud beneath his feet, heaving heavy pants as he runs back to the creek. A few yards ahead, he finds Yoongi, ears pinned against his skull, his tail straight up as he crouches into a predatory stance.

“Yoongi!” He screams, quickening his pace. He can barely feel the burning of his joints, the empty feeling of his lungs, as his perspective has narrowed down to one thing only: save Yoongi.

But he gets there too late. Just as he skids up to him, a crack rings out into the air, making his stomach drop.

Yoongi falls to the ground, blood seeping through his shirt. His eyes flutter, but don’t close. His chest rises and falls in short breaths.

The hunters laugh merrily and saunter over to collect their prize.

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The Light that Shines Through || Ch.1 - Missionaries at Midnight

OT7 hybrid!bts x fem!reader

Chapter warnings: allusions to abuse and exploitation, one mention of murder, Yoongi being a self sabotager, lmk if I missed any!

WC: 3.3k

A/n: kind of a short chapter, but the rest will lengthen. I’m kinda nervous to put this out since I’ve read these kinds of fics growing up lol. Please let me know what you think, and how my characterization is! Love yall

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The fire blazes as you use a poker to move the logs around in your fireplace. Nestled in a blanket with a good book and steaming jasmine tea is how you’d rather spend your nights. Your sister invited you out tonight. Her and her fiancé are going to a party, simply to network and keep up appearances with the law firm she works for. But, as you always do, you declined. You’re not even sure why she bothered to invite you since you decline each one in favor of your usual nightly routine, but as she always has, she persists.

You suppose the way you live your life could be considered sad. Pathetic even. But you’ve never really had patience for anyone outside of your sister and brother-in-law, and even he was hard to get used to. You’re a solitary creature who words better alone. Which is why you chose to be a writer, and you thank the heavens that the two books you’ve published had brought in enough money to keep you afloat, otherwise you don’t even want to know what kind of job you’d be working now. Nevertheless, you’re happy, and change in your routine is not welcomed.

Unbeknownst to you although, two men stand on your porch, drenched in rain, shivering to the bone, and change is all they know.

Namjoon expertly waves a hand around himself, concealing his grey wolf ears and tail, albeit with some effort. Yoongi does the same with a sigh, not much for using enchantments unless necessary. But he does suppose this moment calls for it.

“You’re sure about this, Namjoon? I mean, anyone could live here. What if they work for—“

“They won’t. They don’t,” Namjoon cuts Yoongi off briskly. He doesn’t even want to think about that possibility. Well, anymore than he already is. But they’ve been walking for weeks, and the scent of their captors has faded into nothing. This scent emitting from the cottage, a light fluttery vanilla mixed with fire smoke, isn’t immediately alarming. The warmth coming from inside helps as well.

Namjoon very well may be tired, from running, from the experiments, from fighting, and sobbing when everyone is asleep, but he’d be damned if he ever put his pack in danger.

“Yoongi, we need this. Chances are it’s an old man who hasn’t seen much company.”

A soft knock on your door perks your ears, and you look up from your book. It’s already 12, and you doubt your sister has come to drag you out of the house. You aren’t prone to answering the door, especially at such late hours, but when you hear another one, almost softer than the last, you rise from your chair.

You look through the peephole of your front door to see two men in ratty clothes, soaked to the bone from the rain. Your brows furrow in confusion. How could this be? Either they walked miles from the next town over, or they are neighbors you’ve never met in your five years of living here. Either way, it’s strange.

“Hello?” You yell through the wood, hoping uour voice projects well enough. The taller man looks up, eyes wide.

“Hello? Ma’am?”

Namjoon is confused to find that it is not in fact an old man inside the cottage when a female voice reaches his ears. Which does explain the vanilla wafting even stronger than before behind the oak door.

“I’m not interested in learning about the love of god, goodnight,” you sigh, turning to walk back to your chair. It’s odd to you that they’d send missionaries out this late, in this weather. But taking a second look at their clothes, and the longing in their eyes makes you rethink.

“We…we don’t want to talk to you about god, Miss,” Namjoon says, a bit confused. He nudges Yoongi when he whispers let’s just go with an air of annoyance. “Our friend is sick…we haven’t eaten in days, we have no where to go.”

Yoongi sends Namjoon a glare, confused as to why he is volunteering this information so freely. Before they were captured, they were no strangers to finessing and lying their way into a warm meal and bed for the night. Although, seeing his leader speak so honestly now, he’s starting to think their time in the underground ring has gotten to his judgment.

But Namjoon is desperate. More desperate than when he was in his cell back in captivity, craving the taste of freedom. Now that he has it again, he’s hellbent on never letting it go. For himself, and his family.

On the other end of the door, you step back. You’ve heard of these stories on the news. A man with a broken down truck, looking for help, or someone claiming they are sick, just to murder or rob the person dumb enough to open the door. You’d never be caught doing something so stupid.

“I can’t help you,” you call out. “I’m sorry.”

The man deflates. But there’s a determination in his eyes that makes you shiver.

“Miss, please, we’re begging.” Namjoon elbows Yoongi again. He grunts and rolls his eyes. He can’t deny he’s hoping for that warmth inside as much as his leader is. He thinks about Jungkook, and the other four, and how pale and malnourished they’ve gotten in only a few weeks.

“Please,” he grumbles out, not used to begging for anything but his life.

You want to turn away and tell them to buzz off. Maybe even give them some directions into the town over. But something inside of you screams to let them in. You can practically feel the turmoil billowing from them, can see their cheekbones and pale faces. The way they shiver and slightly cower each time your voice flutters through the wood door. You acknowledge this strange pull, but err on the side of caution. You reach over and grab the poker from beside the fireplace before you can think anything of it. Then, you twist the door knob.

When the chilly night air bustles in, you shiver. You can’t even imagine how cold they must be. Namjoon’s eyes widen, and he’s sure if he could see his ears and tail right now, they’d be standing straight up. Yoongi isn’t fairing any better beside him, his stoic mask slipping, making way to the scared cub he feels like. They stare down at you, a few heads shorter, hair smelling of smoke and that enticing vanilla that lead them here.

“What are your names?” You ask after a few moments.

The taller man is startled from his daze, and with a shake of his head, he speaks. “Namjoon,” he says. “This is Yoongi.”

You nod, taking a deep breath. You hold the poker behind you, ready for them to charge. But they stay planted on the porch.

“I’m y/n,” you tell them. “You said your friend is sick?”

The man, Namjoon, nods solemnly. “Jungkook. He and…our other friends are starving. They could barely walk up to the gate—“ he stops, fearing he’s said too much.

Your brows furrow, choosing to ignore that they must’ve been scoping out your house from the fence around it. “Friends? How many are there?”

Yoongi speaks this time. “Seven. All men.”

Namjoon tenses, and he wishes he could slap his best friend now. Why would he say that? His tone sounded as if scaring you off were his mission. He had a knack for that, driving away good things. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t believe they’ll come. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t think they’d stay. But he won’t let him ruin this opportunity now.

“Seven?” You balk, eyes widening. It takes everything in you not to close the door then and there, but incredulously, you speak again. “Just…stay here. I’ll be back.”

Namjoon and Yoongi sigh when the door closes and they hear the click of a lock over the rain.

“Why would you do that? Do you not want food?! Do you not think Jungkook needs the help?” Namjoon whispers in a hushed tone. He’s sure his tail would be bristling right now.

“We’re seven men, hybrids at that, you think that girl is gonna want us in her home? You think she’ll help us in the dead of night? You think she won’t call the cops as soon as she sees all of us? I never knew you to be so naive, Joon.”

Namjoon shakes his head. “I’m not naive. Desperate, yes, but not naive! Jungkook—“

The door opens again. You step out, closing it behind you, with two comforters in your arms. There are about a dozen water bottles nestled in the blankets, and a bag around your wrist.

“Here, I hope this helps,” you say, handing the items to them. Namjoon struggles for words. He was sure you’d called the authorities like Yoongi said, well on your way to telling them some thugs were about to rob you. You certainly looked spooked with the poker you didn’t think they’d notice behind your back. But here you are, with the kindness he betted on just moments ago. It’s not shelter, or a bed, but it’s the most they’ve been given in such a long time. Even if he would rather be inside by that fire now, he thinks you’re smart for not letting them in.

Yoongi looks into the bag you handed him to find vegetables and fruit inside. Carrots, tomatoes, apples, even a container of strawberries and blueberries. They smell fresh, free of the pesticides of store bought goods. And the blankets provide enough warmth to soothe the shivering of his body.

“You grew these,” yoongi states more than asks, taking a mental note of the dirt under your nails, and the gardened flowers in your front lawn.

You nod. “I did. I’m sorry, some of the apples are unwashed. But that’s the best I can do.”

“Thank you,” Namjoon rushes out before Yoongi can. “Thank you so much, y/n.”

The reverence in his voice makes you smile softly despite yourself. You nod and reach for the doorhandle again. As you step inside, you send the two one last look.

“I’m sorry I can’t help more,” you say, before you’re gone, back inside the warm cottage.

But the scent of vanilla and smoke clings to the blankets and air around them as they walk back to their pack.

Jungkook is burrowed into a large hole in a tree just a few yards from the cottage. He watches as rain patters against the forest’s mushy floor, cracks of thunder making him shake harder. His limbs ache just from the effort of shifting into his smaller form, and his stomach feels unbearably empty. Hoseok, in his own slightly larger form, huddles near him, his bushy squirrel tail blanketing his small body. A squeak from outside alerts them, and a rusty-red face peeks into the hole.

Seokjin has been doing this for the past twenty minutes while they wait for their two pack mates. He’s started to pace nervously, sniffing the air to check their scent is still near. Taehyung and Jimin stand by the tree, shifted into their large feline forms, although the oldest insisted that he shift as well, even if his animal counterpart isn’t as fierce as the other two.

He turns his attention away, darting off just as two pairs of feet walk up to the tree. Hoseok peeks his head out of the hole, chirping when he sees their leader, face covered by a soft pile of blankets.

“Is Jungkook okay?” Namjoon asks as soon as they reach the rest of the pack. The wind swooshes with a chill and a second later, a very human Taehyung and Jimin run up to the two.

“What’s that? Who was in the cottage? They gave you blankets?” Taehyung is practically talking a mile a minute in his curiousity, face slack with exhaustion, but lighting up with a flicker of hope. His stomach growls when he smells the air and catches the scent of juicy tomatoes.

Jimin walks over to the tree and bends down, gently scooping Jungkook into his shaking hands. He presents him to Namjoon, bitting his dry bottom lip wearily.

“He’s shivering still. I can tell he’s in pain, hyung,” Jimin says softly. His voice is hoarse, and the shine that he used to have in his eyes has dulled. Jimin has always been the one to fret over the pack so passionately, often shedding tears at just the sight of someone else’s. The place they were in before was not made for those with mushy hearts, and it was incredibly hard for him, as it was for the rest. But Namjoon is grateful to see that his heart has not hardened from those experiences.

“Here,” Namjoon reaches into the blanket and pulls out a water bottle. He lets Jimin have a few hearty gulps before pouring some into the cap for Jungkook. Weakly, the small sugar glider laps at the cool liquid, breathing heavily as he finishes it all eagerly.

Yoongi grabs one of the large comforters and lies it on the ground, sitting down against the tree trunk with a sigh. He scruffs Hoseok and pulls him out of the hole, onto his lap.

“It was a woman,” Namjoon finally speaks up as Jimin and Taehyung sit beside him and Yoongi. Seokjin trots over and noses at the plastic bag of produce. “She was young, and scared. She wasn’t going to help us,” he sends Yoongi a glare, “but she gave us this stuff when I told her that Jungkook was sick.”

Taehyung picks a red tomato out of the bag and smiles for the first time in what feels like a millennium. “A woman? You told her about us?” He asks through a mouthful. He hands the fruit to Jimin, who takes a bite and throws the rest towards Seokjin, who happily nibbles at the juicy insides.

“Yoongi is the one who told her about us. Seven. All men,” Namjoon mocks, still peeved at his best friend.

Yoongi just rolls his eyes. “You’re the one who told her that we’ve been starving and running for days.”

“And you told her how many of us there are. And our genders. What if she did work for the hunters, and she alerted them of our location?”

Hoseok hops off of Yoongi’s lap and runs around the tree, returning in his human form. His dark hair is a mess, sticking up in every which way, and his clothes cling to his damp skin.

“Stop, you’re both being stupid. But that stupidity got us some food and warmth,” he sighs as he sits beside Jimin. He picks Jungkook up, holding him to his chest as he reaches into the bag for a strawberry. He takes a bite, then coaxes him to take one as well.

“Stupid is not the word I’d use,” Namjoon sighs. “Desperate, sure, but not stupid.”

Silence passes over the seven of them as they each share an apple and a carrot. Seokjin scolds Taehyung when he takes another apple, telling him to ration what little they have. It’s the most food they’ve had in weeks, and the best tasting they’ve had in years.

“Kook, you should shift again,” Hoseok whispers to the small ball of shaking fur in the crook of his neck. He squeaks in protest, and Hoseok manages to let out a soft laugh. “I know, I know, but we have to make sure you’re better. Do you feel better?”

Jungkook crawls onto Hoseok’s shoulder, jumping off, landing on the soft blanket. Yoongi smiles almost imperceptibly. “Taking that as a yes.”

Once shifted, Jungkook looks slightly better. Some color has returned to his cheeks, and only his hands shake as he takes one more starberry, chewing softly. “I feel better,” he clarifies. He licks the juice from his lips and curls into himself on the ground. His eyes are already closing as Namjoon unfolds the second comforter, putting it over the pack.

“We need to stay put for a few days. We can’t risk anyone else getting sick,” he says as crickets chirp and the wind howls. The rain has turned into a slight drizzle, and the blankets are damp, but mostly warm under the shade of the large tree.

“What about the hunters?” Jimin asks as he rests a cheek against Jungkook’s shivering back. His orange ears hidden beneath matted black hair lay flat against his head, worry etched onto his face.

“Don’t worry about them now, just sleep,” Yoongi grumbles from the farthest side of the blanket.

“Not worry about the hunters? How can we not worry?” Taehyung scoffs. He runs his hand over his own tail, a soothing motion he adopted in the underground rings.

“Because I told you not to,” Yoongi retorts. His tone is cold, but his face softens at the sight of the three youngest curled up against one another, Seokjin and Hoseok flanking them.

No one talks back, but Yoongi isn’t dumb enough to believe his words stopped their racing minds. But they did seem to calm them a bit, as their eyes close, and their breathing evens.

“We really do need to worry about them,” Seokjin whispers after a few moments of silence. His hand rests on Jungkook’s head tenderly.

“We’ve outrun their smell,” Namjoon says.

“Yeah, but that’s just one group of hunters. Who knows how many there are, America is known for—“

“Please, Seokjin-hyung. Sleep. I’ll keep watch, and we can talk more about this tomorrow.”

Namjoon looks at Seokjin for a few moments more, until he turns away and rests back against the blanket, closing his eyes.

It’s not lost on the leader how dangerous of a position they’re in right now is. It’s all he can think about, every second of every day. This land is mostly unknown to them, if it hadn’t been for how much they all picked up in the shelters they’ve been in growing up, they wouldn’t even know English. Anyone could be around the corner. Whether it be a hybrid hunter, a hunter that would mistake their animal form as a prize, or someone ready to call the authorities on them. But he somewhat takes solace in the fact that the first human he’s interacted with ended up with them having enough supplies to last a few days.

Namjoon turns his head to look at the fence in the distance, then at Yoongi beside him.

“You should sleep,” he says.

Yoongi stares at the dark sky above, watching as the lightning gets farther and farther away. He doesn’t protest as he slumps against the tree stump, eyes closing.

But a moment later, his voice breaks the silence. “Seokjin is right, you know,” he says. “We should worry. We need to. That’s what kept us alive in Seoul.”

Namjoon heaves out a heavy sigh. “You’re right, hyung is right too,” he says. “But for tonight, let’s take some comfort in what we have.”

Hours pass as the pack falls into a fitful sleep, memories of before plaguing their dreams.

Namjoon stays awake, but is still haunted by those very memories. But he finds himself lifting the blanket to his nose to sniff out your scent whenever a new memory joins the ebb and flow of the others. It eases away the anxiety that comes with this cruel world, like the ocean finally settling after a hurricane.

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Ch.2 is on its way!! Just need to edit and add the final touches. Be prepared for a cliffhanger…👀

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The Light that Shines Through || Character Profiles

Kim Namjoon (24)

“ 'Cause honey, sometimes I feel this emptiness / Howling out / Is there something keeping me here for the minute, darling? / Did I lose my mind and am I still looking for it? / 'Cause I don't know why I feel this emptiness / Howling out ”

Kim Seokjin (26)

“ Things cannot be reversed / We learn from the times that we are cursed that / Things cannot be reversed /Learn from the ones we fear the worst / And learn from the ones we hate the most ”

Min Yoongi (25)

“ Nothing fucks with my baby / Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing / Nothing fucks with my baby / Nothing can get a look in on my baby / Nothing fucks with my baby ”

Jung Hoseok (25)

“ Sunflower / My eyes / Want you more than a melody / Let me inside / Wish I could get to know you ”

Park Jimin (23)

“ True that love in withdrawal was the weeping of me / That the sound of the saw must be known by the tree / Must be felled for to fight the cold / I fretted fire but that was long ago ”

Kim Taehyung (23)

“ When my time comes around / Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth / No grave can hold my body down / l’Il crawl home to her ”

Jeon Jungkook (21)

“ Oh, my life is fallin' apart / Maybe no one will notice if I disappear / But l'Il pray for you all the time / If I could be by your side / I'll give you all my life, my seasons ”

Y/n Y/l/n (23)

“ 'Cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone / But drenched in vanilla twilight / I'Il sit on the front porch all night / Waist deep in thought because when / I think of you I don't feel so alone / I don't feel so alone ”

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Hi my love, I’m so glad you enjoyed it!! Currently writing the second half of chapter two, and editing will take some time, so either by tonight or tomorrow it’ll come out. Meanwhile, I made a character guide (idk what to call it lol) that will be posted shortly. I can also make a playlist if the people want it lol. Thank you so much for your support!

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