#bat-luck au
Jimin:Bat-Luck(2)
In which police officer Park Jimin is tasked with looking after you until there’s a home ready for you.
Tags/Warnings: black flying fox!Jimin, Black Cat! Reader, stigmatization, mentions of physical and mental therapy, this is my emotional support Jimin now, and trust me he will be yours too, mentions of past abuse (starvation, physical punishments, degradation, mild case of stockholm-syndrome, hoarding, neglect)
Additional Chapter Warnings: bad flashbacks, comfort, jimin is a sweetheart
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Jimin has noticed by now that he’s kind of stuck with you now.
After a good checkup at the hospital they decided it’s best for you to stay with someone you trust- Jimin in this case, who happily agreed to look after you for the time being. Theres a bandage covering your left forearm- keeping the scratches underneath clean and protected from any dirt. You’re also wearing a new, proper collar- for now with the police logo on it to signal that you’re currently under government protection. It’s a lot better than the grimy old thing they’ve found at your former ‘home’.
“say, sweetheart?” Jimin gains your attention as you sit in the small room provided for questioning of witnesses- a way more friendly and less threatening environment than the interrogation rooms. “back at your home- was it always you hybrids and your owner?” he asks, and you shake your head, while he brushes out the knots of your tail- the action strange to you, as you’ve never had someone do that for you.
“I lived with an old man before.” you admit quietly. “he was nice- but he got too old to take care of me.” you tell him. “that’s how I met lady J.” you explain, and he nods. Based on the testimonies of the other hybrids, they all called her simply 'Lady J’ and nothing else. “when I came with her, the others were already there. We fought a lot.” you admit, and Jimin nods.
“when did.. The house become so cluttered?” he wonders, and you shrug as you watch him work so gently and carefully, trying not to pull on the hairs too much, even at the knotted parts.
“I dunno.” you mumble. “it was always like that, I think.” you say, and he hums a reply, making sure just to go one step at a time with you. “When can I go home?” you ask him, and he stops in his motions just for a split second, before he continues.
“we’re gonna get you into a new home soon darling, don’t worry.” he reassures.
“But Lady J will get mad if we’re not home.” you worry, holding his wrist still now. “I don’t wanna go on the balcony again.” you quietly voice your fears, and jimin puts the brush down before he pets your ears- hands moving to hold your face tenderly. He can only imagine the horrors you must’ve faced.
“She can’t and won’t hurt you anymore. I promise.” he tells you with urgency. “I told you I’ll protect you, right?” he asks, ans you nod. “see? And I stand by my word.” he reassures.
“so you’ll be my owner now?” you ask, and he chuckles a bit. Hybrids don’t technically need owners anymore- they can file for independence just kite he himself did years back when starting his police training. But for someone like you, that concept must be more than terrifying- at least Yoongi had explained it that way.
’Victims like her can’t just be tossed out into freedom, just like you can’t give a starving person all the food they want. They need a slow recovery, steady progress, and a stable environment to heal. ’ the cat hybrid and doctor had told him after evaluating your state of mind for the records. ’Give her time, and security. She’s unable to make decisions for now, so maybe start by giving her choices first. Limit the options she has, and then expand as you make positive progress.’ the cat had explained. ’there’s no one I’d rather trust her with than you. You’ll do just fine.’
And Jimin hopes, very strongly, that Yoongi is right about that.
He wants to do more than just fine.
Jimin:Bat-luck(1)
In which police officer Park Jimin becomes the first person you ever place your trust in.
Tags/Warnings: black flying fox!Jimin, Black Cat! Reader, stigmatization, mentions of physical and mental therapy, this is my emotional support Jimin now, and trust me he will be yours too, mentions of past abuse (starvation, physical punishments, degradation, mild case of stockholm-syndrome, hoarding, neglect)
Additional Chapter Warnings:⚠mentions of hoarding (rotting food, insects, very bad living conditions, neglect etc.), comfort
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“God the smell is awful.” officer Jeon says next to him, adjusting his facemask as they walk through the small apartment one last time.
“I know, I hate it too, but lets do one last search.” Jimin argues deep in thought, unsure what he’s looking for. Something tells him that he’s not yet found everything he needs to. It doesn’t make sense; five food bowls, five collars hanging in the entrance, five different hybrids described by the neighbours. And yet- they’ve only rescued four. Sure, there’s always the grim chance that one might’ve passed away- but Jimin isn’t one to give up without proof.
He needs to find you, no matter the state- no one deserves this, not even as their final resting place.
“just imagine living in this place..” Jungkook mumbles to himself, curled dog-tail unmoving as his ears are pinned back on top of his head. “awful. Thank god someone called.” he finishes with a sigh, trying not to step on anything that could hurt him or make him trip.
“did anyone check the balcony?” Jimin wonders, as Jungkook nods. “I can’t leave like this. She has to be somewhere.” he says more to himself than anybody else, gloved hands searching through a soiled mattress flipped against a wall. It’s then that he suddenly stills, grabbing onto his younger partner’s arm to keep him silent too- and both suddenly stare at a large dresser, closed up and unreachable due to all the clutter and mess. One look and they both know- there was a sound.
As Jungkook jumps over his own shadow and grabs onto the clutter, moving stuff out the way the best he can, Jimin helps eagerly, before he slowly opens the door.
At first, they feel disappointed at the sight; nothing but clothes and trash.
But then, he spots a tiny black tail, unmoving- and Jungkook instantly runs out the room to bark out that there’s another hybrid found to everyone outside the small apartment. “can you hear me?” Jimin worries, carefully moving things until he feels resistance at a blanket he pulls. “I’m officer Park, I’m here to help, you’re okay.” he carefully tells you- he can now see the dirty hair and flattened cat ears, body hidden by a dirty blanket you’ve wrapped around yourself. Black cat hybrid, female, malnourished and not often seen- it’s you.
He finally found you.
“it’s okay, I promise, nothing is going to happen.” he reassures, sitting down on a nearby box in front of the closet you’ve been barricaded in- a hand held out to Jungkook who’s got first aid in tow, telling him to stay back for the moment. “you’re not in trouble, okay?”
It takes a moment until you lower the blanket a little, and Jimin tears up a bit on the inside as he watches your terrified gaze scan the room. It’s clear you’ve got no idea what’s going on- just like the other hybrids already on their way to hospital.
“Are you hurt?” it’s a stupid question, but he needs to ask it anyways, although he known the answer to it already- most likely at least. With the state the entire apartment is in, it’s hard to imagine you’re fine. “look-” he tries a different route now, pointing at his hair and ears before he points at yours. “we match.” he smiles when he notices you finally seeming to get a grip on the situation, eyes searching for his tail it seems as he chuckles. “I’m a bat. Flying fox- so I don’t have a pretty tail like you.” he softly says, and he spots the tip of your said tail move a bit at that, curling and uncurling as if to check if it’s still yours. “but I give great hugs as a bat! Would you like one?” he asks, tries, and he’s scared you’ll deny.
“..M’ Dirty..” you mumble with a quiet voice and he sighs in relief a little at your response.
“don’t worry, I don’t mind.” he responds, and you’re visibly fighting a bit inside yourself, as he spots the way you chew on your dried and chapped lips a bit. “I promise I’ll keep you safe, okay? Nothing is gonna happen.” he tries again, keeping in mind the training they all went though prior to the raid they’ve done on this apartment. ’be patient. Keep reassuring. Better half a step forward than two steps back.’ Yoongi had lectured them, and he tries hard to follow his senior’s words.
It’s then that you move, and he instantly responds, carefully pulling you out the close with your blanket as well. “There we go.” he hums out, as you let yourself be held for a second. “You’re so strong. We’ll make it all better, promise.” he tells you again, before you nod into his shoulder- the sight of your home disappearing as he walks away from it with you in his arms.
Maybe he’s right.
Maybe.
Jimin:Bat-Luck(4)
In which you’re facing the world all on your own.
Tags/Warnings: black flying fox!Jimin, Black Cat! Reader, stigmatization, mentions of physical and mental therapy, this is my emotional support Jimin now, and trust me he will be yours too, mentions of past abuse (starvation, physical punishments, degradation, mild case of stockholm-syndrome, hoarding, neglect)
Additional Chapter Warnings: homelessness, mc feels hunted, anxiety, worried Jiminie :(
Chapter length: short/mid
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The world outside is a little scary, you won’t lie.
Especially at night, when everything is dipped in the glow of the numerous neon lights all around, it’s scary, because in a way, you like how it looks. It’s not nice, friendly, or inviting- but it’s at least honest. People pass you by without a second glance, uncaring and wrapped up in their own life’s problems. The only thing you avoid are things related to the police- especially now, after finding several small posters hung outside of stores informing people of your escape.
At least they don’t call you a criminal.
You stop at one of those posters, reading what’s below the picture of you.
’Please help find this young cat-hybrid.’
You wonder who in the police station had written this- or if it was a standard procedure just like everything else. You can’t really imagine someone going out their way to write that poster themselves. It’s probably just like every other one they put out.
’Due to trauma we advise not to directly confront! Please use caution and call 112 or report any sightings to your nearby police station as soon as possible.’
So you can’t be out in the open anymore, you think to yourself, before you notice someone standing next to you. You start to chew on your lip, hoping the dirtied rain parka you found in an alley last night gives you enough cover- but judging by his next words, it’s useless. He probably saw your face in the reflection if the window.
“why did you run off?” Dr. Min asks, voice low as always as he keeps his hands in his pockets. Probably to look less menacing- he’s trained in behaviors and all that after all. You don’t understand half of it, but then again, you didn’t ever study either.
“because you lied.” you answer quietly, watching how two young girls inside the small convenience store buy some snacks for themselves. “all of you.”
“about what?” he wonders, keeping his eyes close to you. He’s never looking directly, never putting pressure on you- but you know the others are probably close by, so there’s no use in running anyway.
“everything.” you mumble. “officer park said he’d keep me. He won’t.” you scoff, watching the girls pay before they laugh to one another. “you’ll just put me in the next available home and forget about me.” you say more or less to yourself- though Yoongi catches it clearly.
“who said that?” he squints his eyes a bit in confusion, and it’s the first genuine reaction you get out of him. You sink shrug- and he sighs. “you know I can’t let you go right now, right?” you visibly begin to try and become smaller, body loosing every bit of strength as you nod.
“Are they gonna arrest me now?” you worry quietly, and Yoongi can’t help but crack a little, chuckling as he shakes his head.
“they’re all at home, it’s in the middle of the night. I’m off-duty as well.” he explains. “I have a comfortable couch you can sleep on tonight, and tomorrow morning, we’ll talk about what happened.” he tells you, making you a bit confused.
“you’re not taking me to the station again?” you ask, and he shakes his head.
“no. I’m taking you inside there-” he points into the convenience store, “-so you can choose something to eat. Then well go to my apartment, you can wash up, and sleep.” he tells you, and you nod after a moment.
The next day however, there’s a knock on Yoongis door pretty early- and he’s ready to commit a felony against anyone who just stole hours of his precious off-day-sleep, when it’s Jimin who’s on the other side of the door. “They said you found her.” he asks worriedly, and Yoongi nods, running a hand over his tired face. He’d honestly almost forgotten you were here- you’re extremely quiet.
“Be careful though- yesterday she said something about you lying to her about keeping her.” he scolds. “not sure what you said to her, but it broke her trust.” he informs the bat-hybrid, who quietly walks around the sofa where you sleep on. You’re asleep, bundled up in a blanket, your tail wrapped around yourself, and he can’t help but watch for a moment.
He knows the decision he made was definitely the right one. He’d been tasked go take care of you- but he could only do so much in hus position. Something had to be done, and he hopes you understand.
He really hopes you don’t hate him.
Jimin:Bat-Luck(3)
In which you question the honesty in his actions towards you.
Tags/Warnings: black flying fox!Jimin, Black Cat! Reader, stigmatization, mentions of physical and mental therapy, this is my emotional support Jimin now, and trust me he will be yours too, mentions of past abuse (starvation, physical punishments, degradation, mild case of stockholm-syndrome, hoarding, neglect)
Additional Chapter Warnings: angst, misunderstandings, :(
Chapter Length: mid
You’re not stupid.
Officer Park had been way too nice to begin with to be completely honest with it- there was no way he actually cared that much for a stranger like you just out of pure pity. And now, after all that shock and adrenaline has worn off completely, you start to see the real hints of what’s going on.
All the reports, questions, therapist visits- they’re just trying to get rid of you again.
It’s sadder than it should’ve been, for some reason. Maybe it’s your clingy nature that just got attached in the heat of the moment, or maybe it’s the fact that for a bit, everything seemed just so nice. Gentle touches, caring words, happy smiles and encouraging praise. It all left you more heartbroken than before- because now you’re just another stray again, waiting for someone to take you in again.
For another hell to begin.
You can’t be alone- you’re not as independent as officer Park or officer Jeon, who currently waves at you with a little grin on his face. Or maybe he’s got an owner? He seems nice enough- maybe you could live with him.
Someone like Jimin would never want you.
And it’s not just thoughts that want to pity or badmouth yourself- it’s because it’s realistic. He’s got a job, one that requires his full attention all day. And you’re a lot of work, still jumpy and scared of a lot of simple things. Someone like him doesn’t have time for a burden like you.
“Hey.” Jungkook squats down in front of where you sit on the bench near officer Park’s desk. “Jiminie is in a meeting, but he’ll be done soon. Do you need anything?” the shiba-Inu hybrid wonders, curled tail wagging a bit in a friendly manner before you politely shake your head. He seems to become a bit more serious at that, clearly having noticed your shift in behavior at this point. After all, he’s living with a former trauma victim- he knows how to pick up subtle signs by now.
You seem.. Detached. There’s no trace of any emotion in your face, as you simply sit there, no fear, no sadness, no longing eyes looking for Jimin around the office. Something’s off- and he needs to figure it out.
“are you okay?” he asks, and you nod- something he’d expected. “I see. I’ll tell Jimin to hurry.” he instead smiles, petting your head before you can protest about it. You watch as he knocks on the door of the meeting room where Jimin is sat in with his superior and Yoongi, before he enters and closes the door behind him. It’s hard to see through the cracks in the blinds, but it looks like the dog hybrid is talking to Jimin, the older officer’s eyes turning a bit more serious at whatever he’s telling him.
Are you in trouble?
You’re not sure, but your instincts instantly tell you to hide and find someplace away from all of this, best before he walks out the room and spots you.
The office building is rather large, and you’ve not explored anything yet- so you’re unsure where to go, what places could be best to hide. And it seems like luck is also not on your side either, as you hear Jimin’s voice in the distance. “you said she was waiting here? Where is she?” he seems angry.
Oh no.
You pick up your speed, leaving your shoes randomly in the hallway so you’re just on socks- you’ve learned that you’re way quieter this way, and considering you’ve got a bat and a dog hybrid on your tail, you need any advantage you can get.
It’s the staff toilets you walk in, closing the door behind you before you lock it. It’s not going to prove difficult for them to unlock it or break in, but it’ll buy you time at least- valuable seconds to think about your next steps. “Jimin!” Jungkook calls out- having probably found your shoes, as you hold your breath in the staff toilets. Maybe they won’t find you ins-
And then the door rattles.
“Kitten?” Jimin asks, and now your instincts are running on high speeds, taking over your entire body as adrenaline fills your veins. “It’s okay, everything’s fine!” he calls out, but you don’t hear it as the reassurance it is, but as a threat barked by Lady J back at your old home.
’Come here, kitty kitty.’ she’d say. ‘I just want to talk.’
You’re done playing nice however, as you climb up one of the stall doors, hurting your fingers as the door moves and catches them in between the hinge for a second, making you hiss- but there’s no time to loose. The tiny window is easily slid open- and you somehow maneuver yourself to grab onto the ledge, socked feet struggling to find any grip on the wall as your tail thrashes around, desperate to hold any balance. It’s when you hear someone harshly banging on the door that your ears flatten against your skull.
They’re trying to break in now.
You squeeze yourself out the window, scratching open your shoulder on a loosened screw, before you drop down into the bushes below, a harsh landing not even slightly softened by the foliage and plants, knocking the air out of you for a good second, before you regain control over your limbs again.
And not a moment too early it seems, as the door opens inside the room above, both officer’s boots now moving around before you can hear Jungkooks urgent voice. “Jimin, there!” he says, and before you can even think twice, you run off into the foresty area behind the police office, uncaring of the twigs biting at your ankles.
This- this was finally freedom.
Not whatever lies they’ve been trying to feed you inside that place.
