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You entered your favorite cafe and the warmness hit your body that felt cold from the chilly wind of autumn. Of course you went to your favorite corner place but as you sat down something unfamiliar touched your hand and you looked at it. It was a notebook. You took the notebook and looked at it. *What should i do..* You decided to open the first page of the notebook and right there you found neatly written ‘Min Yoongi’ and a phone number witch you assumed was the owners. You reached for your bag and pulled your phone out of it.  Hestitanly you dialed the strangers phone number and pressed call. After a couple of seconds a somehow deep voice answered the call. “Hello?” You were surprised for a moment but then were able to get words out of your mouth. “Hello… i found this notebook that had this number on it since i found it on the cafe here..” You shyly explained waiting for his reaction. You heard a sigh from the other line. “Depending where you are i could bring it to you..” You offered. “Would you do that? I’m at work right now.. It’s not far away from the cafe so i can text you the adress. “Sure. Let’s do that.”

Not too long after that you found yourself infront of a semi big building that read ‘BigHit’. You made a deal with the owner of the notebook that you’d bring the notebook to the reception desk. You slightly hugged the notebook to your chest as you entered the building. Right when you entered the first thing you saw was the reception and a lean semi-tall male with brown hair, ripped jeans and a simple black hoodie. He looked towards you and then bowed to you since he reconized the notebook on your hands. You returned the bow and handed him the notebook after walking up to him. “Thank you.” He thanked you and send you a small but grateful smile. 

You and him talked for a moment a while after he changed the. “So when you found my notebook on the cafe. Did you get to have anything there?” “No.. I called you right away..” “Then my work ends in a couple of minutes so would you let me treat you at the cafe? Because of me you couldn’t earlier.” He send you a sweet smile and you send one right back “I’d love to.”

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Beta: n/a (at the moment)
Rating:All(Marked Chapters 18+)
Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x FailedHybrid!Reader
Genre: Hybrid au, fluff, action, adventure, angst, drama, slice of life. Some marked chapters will contain mature/smut scenes, BUT they will not have plot in those scenes and are 100% skippable without losing your place in the story.

Summary:Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.

A/n: I am sorry this took so long, I was working an insane amount and I just wasn’t happy with the scene. I couldn’t bring myself to truly write something steamy. So I tried my best, I thought if I just post it than I can continue with the story cause I have been stuck on this chapter for a while. SORRY AGAIN!

This was his chance, you stood up walking to the edge of his desk. “Jimin, I want you to kiss me,” he turned, sweeping his lean muscular arms around your waist pressing you against the cabinet. Lips crashing against yours with unbridled passion, aggressive yet not overbearing. Jimin knew you, he knew exactly what you wanted at that moment and he didn’t hold back. His hands clutched your waist bunching up the fabric of your dress, as yours gripped his hair. Some small portion of your heart knew about these feelings shared between you but they were always overlooked and the opportunities had been missed.

Pulling him against you, his hands caught the cabinet for support. It was impossible for him to get any closer but the pressure of his body on yours was unbelievable. You rolled your body against him stirring the feelings some more allowing the tingles to brush against your skin. Jimin’s lips lifted off yours, his warm breath brushing your cheeks in some pantish giggle. Eyes searching yours and seeing exactly what he wanted triumphantly.

He asked for a chance, he got it. He wanted you and he was successful, he was like an anchor holding you steady. Moaning with a drop of his head, his throat exposed with all thrumming veins taught. “Please tell me you enjoyed that as much as I did?”

“Jimin,” You huffed a little annoyed, why did he stop? His mouth connected with your neck, leaving wet kisses against the small spot underneath your ear. Eyeing the door to the room, the frosted glass is your only warning for potential visitors. What would you do if someone stepped inside? Rolling your body against him he let out a chuckle.

Jimin slid his hands over the curves of your ass squeezing gently before grasping your tail, pulling gently. Keening quietly into the private office, watching his ears twitch. “You make a cute trick”

Jimin’s muscular thigh pressed between your legs sliding up against the apex of your thighs. Delicious sensations blooming with a heavy heart through your core. Cupping your ass once more, you have lifted up the cabinet, the doors shaking slightly against the sudden action. Wrapping your legs around Jimin’s waist for support only pressed him closer against you.

There was no embarrassment, no hesitation, or awkwardness that came with ruining your friendship. In fact, it only seemed to assure you both. Knowing each other for so long you could read each other like an open book. Sincerity and wanting plenty and not a single shred of doubt or deceit. 

Jimin held you with desperation, he wanted to prove himself to you. He wanted you to know how much he loved you. A small part of him wanted you to show him the same affection. Your heart wasn’t filled with Jimin alone but at this moment your head sure was. Swimming with ideas wants and needs. 

There was a line between harmless friendships and lovers? Partners? The two of you hadn’t simply stepped over it. No, you both had raced into the new territory practically sprinting into the unknown.

With your dress discarded to the floor, Jimin smiled at the tiny star pendant that sat on a tiny piece of fabric that held the two cups of your bra together. He flicked the bejeweled accessory pupils blown wide making his eyes appear darker and more dangerous. A shriek turned into giggles as his pointer finger wrapped over the small piece of fabric and pulled down.

Your breasts were exposed to the cool office air and the shiver that overtook you was simultaneously the temperature and the hungry look in Jimin’s wild eyes. His lips were the softest thing you had ever felt, so full and plush against your breasts. His teeth however seemed to have other ideas playfully nipping at the flesh of your breasts making sure he left many little marks.

His hand had slipped down the front of your panties and his fingers pressed into your warmth. Moans harmonizing in expectation of what was to come.

“Please Jimin,” You pulled his face back from your chest, kissing him once more. Wanting more than just this from the calico young man. His tail had spun around your waist protectively. Pushing him away you let your feet settle on the ground, the two of you were panting as you stepped apart from one another. Blissed out Jimin nuzzled his nose against your neck delicately kissing under your jaw.

“I am madly in love with you,” he admitted once more and you smiled, spinning the two of you around and walking backward until you hit his desk. Lifting yourself onto the smooth service you sat watching him. He giggled sweetly swooping in for another kiss. 

Expertly flicking off your bra, you leaned back on your elbows watching as Jimin shimmied you out of your underwear, kissing your hips and thighs as he went. He was still dressed, the disheveled suit was sexy but you wanted him as much as he wanted you. Sitting up you pulled at his tie making him fall forward as you loosened the fabric and threw it aside, his shirt was the next to disappear. Releasing his belt, the metallic sound of his pants zip sounded almost heavy in the quiet office. Jimin stepped out of his trousers and underwear, the two of you bare before one another.

Gripping behind your knees, Jimin pulled you down the desk. Your elbows slipped out from underneath you as you laid back against the desk. He leaned over you kissing every inch of you he could reach, fingers exploring your body as his hard cock brushed deliciously against your core. It was all for the friction, movement warranting pleasure. But you both knew it was more than meaningless sex. Jimin whispered his feelings assuring you of his genuine intentions as he finally pressed inside of you.

Unable to reaffirm your own feelings as your thoughts fuelled by emotions were invaded by thoughts fuelled by pleasure. The message was the same: you were in love with Jimin but the reasoning had changed. You knew better than to say something in the heat of the moment, you wouldn’t let the first time you said it be in a pleasure-filled haze. You wanted it to be sweet, you wanted him to know with all the sincerity in the world that you loved him for him and not for his actions. The last thing you needed was a misunderstanding that you only liked him because he was good in bed.

It didn’t take long for Jimin to finish. He could sense how close you were and even though he was unable to hold out, coming with a muffled groan and a few sporadic thrusts, his thighs shaking from the force of his pleasure. He pulled out sensitive but placed his fingers inside of you, pushing his seed inside you unwilling to let any of it escape. His mouth fell between your legs, his tongue teasing your clit in an effort to let you finish. Jimin was so attentive and made sure you were writhing in pleasure beneath him, before relaxing in post-coital bliss. 

Serotonin flooded your veins leaving you satisfied, the two of you had recollected yourselves slowly dressing took a while. Not only was there the issue of finding each other’s clothes which had been strewn about. There was the added distraction of affectionate touches. Jimin had stopped dressing multiple times to brush against you with loud purrs.

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Your father had invested in BigHit when it was proposed as a new music company. He wasn’t always the type to try to get rich quick but he thought why not invest, maybe you could grow a fortune. 

You could see his point of view but really your entire university fund wasn’t his to gamble. You took ownership of those shares immediately and nothing ever seemed to change the problem was your father bought them for higher than they were worth. 

You were half way through your University degree, working at a small restaurant waiting tables. It wasn’t easy when you didn’t have some money behind you. 

You were humming a song, something catchy on the radio. Nothing catchy, you had calculated how much of this BigHit entertainment you owned and it was something close to 30% of the business. 

Returning to your apartment ready for your day of tomorrow you checked your email. You saw your stocks had grown but not as much as you paid for them still. 

Curious, you called the company via the number on your email; it wasn’t the regular company number. You asked for a meeting and they gave you a spot before lunch tomorrow. 

Dressing up for the meeting you wanted to look respectable. You arrived and stepped up only to be stopped by security. 

“I am here to see Bang Sihyuk. I have an appointment before lunch” I said and they eyed me, I called the reception. 

“Good morning, It’s y/n, I am here for my 11:30 meeting but I cannot get past security”

“We will bring someone down shortly” she said and I nodded and waited. 

Bang Si hyuk in a suit appeared, “y/n please follow me?” I followed behind him feeling rather important. “So you own 30% of BigHit and are one of our shareholders, are you a fan of our company?”

“Actually I know very little about your company, my father bought the shares when they were so cheap and well I have left them hoping I didn’t lose all my savings”

“Let me show you around and talk about our company a little” he smiled. He was a funny guy explaining the company’s virtues and goals. You had to admit he spoke well about everything, the facility was a little drab but you weren’t too worried. 

“This is where the trainees eat and discuss, this is our recording studio and the dance studios are down the hall.” His phone rang, as he opened the door. “Oh I have a call, please give me a moment”

There was a group inside you blushed, bowing to them, each as handsome as you would expect of an idol group and yet so much more. 

They practiced seriously and looked awfully sweaty. I ordered some vitamin water and sports drinks hoping they would stay hydrated. They were looking particularly tired from their dancing. 

Stepping down stairs you grabbed the drinks by security and headed back upstairs. The elevator was kind of small but not the worst. 

Bang Pd was still on the phone in the corner and you headed inside once more, uh good afternoon, I brought you some drinks to cool off. 

They bowed respectively and took the bag, each getting a cold drink and rehydrating. 

“Who are you?” One asked and you blinked 

“I am a family friend of Bang pd’s he is showing me around his company today”

It felt worth it, in the short time you saw the company and the boys you didn’t feel cheated out of money, the boys you met were nice and very good looking. 

You were invited to a shareholder meeting a few times a year and each year the company seemed to slowly be improving and dressed nicely when you entered the building. 

You flashed a tag they had sent you, stashing it in your pocket. Taking the elevator. 

“Hold the elevator!” You caught the elevator and the doors rebounded open. It was the boys, you hadn’t forgotten their handsome features since the day you met one year ago. 

You had finished your degree this year and as an accountant major you were able to work with numbers a lot better. Providing some knowledge at the meetings you were privy to. 

“What are you doing back again, we don’t see you often around?” One broke the ice with some small talk which quickly fell into light banter and jokes. It was the start of a good friendship. Or at least you thought it was a friendship unbeknownst to you. One of the idols had feelings for you, they thought you were a firecracker. 

Maybe the way you were so confident like you owned the place, resonated with their personality. They all exchanged their WeChat with you. Leaving you surprised when your phone chimed as the elevator door closed with a greeting message and a few emoji’s. 

~Time skip to present~

The shareholders meeting at the new building was exciting, you had actually started working in BigHit within the accounts department. You were actually the assistant to the head of the accounts department who when he retired would leave you his position. 

You discussed the changes of the company together agreeing on the new name Hybe and all the new parts to come within the growing company. 

You were glad for your decision over the last five years you had bought more shares. Not a moment too soon as the boy’s fame lifted the shared value immensely. 

You now owned forty five percent of the company and you weren’t quiet, giving your opinions and more during the meetings. 

You were the only person in the room under thirty and they seemed to agree with your views. But you also had accounting experience to know what was plausible or not. 

The door opened and in trickled idols, BTS, TXT, Enhyphen and more each looking nervous. Well most looking nervous nothing seemed to shake the TXT boys all off in their own world thinking bubblegum thoughts and the lunch menu. 

“I would like to announce our new CEO,” Bang Si Hyuk announced. Your head snapped up, you all didn’t discuss anything about electing a new CEO. 

“We have all been discussing and each member of the board has agreed to offer the new CEO position to Y/n” your eyes widened. 

Not only that, a set of eyes landed on yours, surprised to see you in the room. Your mouth opened and closed, “give me a little time to think about it and I will let you know.” They nodded concluding the meeting. 

Jin:

“Hey y/n, what are you doing in the shareholders meeting?” Jin asked as you left the room. 

“Uh it’s a long story, do you have time?”

“I always have time,” he led me to a small room where we sat on a couch. “You look good by the way” 

“Thank you,” you said slumping against the sofa, “a few years ago my father took my University savings and bought stocks at BigHit. I never knew anything about BigHit until the day we met. I got to know you and your dreams and I wanted to support you so I made sure to protect the shares and even bought a few more.”

“I own 45% of the company” you breathed, I started working as an accountant when I finished my degree and we have been dating for almost five years” you said “I am sorry I didn’t tell you”

“You don’t need to be sorry,” he laughed “but if I kiss you do I get a pay raise?”

Yoongi:

Yoongi wasn’t outside when you left the meeting, he wasn’t answering his phone and you started to panic. Racing around the building until you arrived at his studio ringing the doorbell. 

The door opened and as always he stepped aside without a word, “Yoongi, I am sorry I never told you a few years ago before we met my father stole my uni tuition and bought stocks in BigHit everything else is true. I met you the day we met. I really knew nothing about BTS. I do work as an accountant in the business and today they offered me the position of CEO” you rambled and he looked at you with a small smile. 

He checked his phone and saw the array of missed calls and messages and he let out a soft laugh. “I know.”

“Please don’t be mad at me, Yoongi” you begged “I love you and will never keep anything from you again?”

“You are saying this like I hate it, honestly I think it’s kind of sexy that you’re my boss,” he grinned flashing the pink of his gums, “I am writing a song for D-3 would you like to hear it?”

“Sure what is it called?”

“Women in charge” he slipped the headphones over your ears. 

Hoseok:

Hoseok sent you a text once he left the room. You waited the whole meeting before checking your phone. 

“When were you going to tell me?” His text seemed ominous, was he asking playfully or seriously, you couldn’t tell. 

You called Hoseok and he answered, “hey Hobi, where are you?”

“I’m out at the moment.” He said his tone was guarded but still gentle. 

“I want to talk about how this all happened. If you will listen”

“I’m nervous” he said “what if it’s better off not knowing?”

“Listen I didn’t get here by choice I can tell you that” I spoke honestly, “I can also promise you, on the day we met it was the first time I had ever even heard of BTS”

“Well that does feel a little better, I didn’t like the idea of a stalker fan buying shares and dwindling her way into my heart” he said in a cute voice. 

Namjoon:

Once the meeting was concluded Namjoon walked back into the room and was by your side. “How did you get an offer from the CEO, have you been buying shares, I hope you haven’t done anything illegal. “ He poked your sides playfully. 

“No, years ago before we even met my dad he took my uni fund and bought shares in what he thought was a promising entertainment company. I thought he was an idiot and I couldn’t sell them and get my money back so I kept them hoping one day I could sell them and get the money I had lost. But well I met you and I saw how bad you wanted to be an idol and I thought maybe I would keep them and support you when I could even buying more when I could”

“How much do you own?”

“45% of 3.2 billion is about 1.4 billion” you whispered, something you were proud of was your math brain developed from studying accounting at university. 

“You are worth more than I am?” He giggled, “we might have to get you a bodyguard”

Jimin:

“Hey love,” Jimin said when you came home, you were busy all day with reading over paperwork and being led through the CEO’s position, job requirements and entitlements. It was gruelling. 

“I love you and your opinion matters so much to me Jimin,” you buried your face in his chest and felt him soften a little his body wrapping around you protectively. 

“This position seems like a lot of work and I don’t know if I can handle it, but if I did take it, I can make sure you and the boys and all the trainees are being treated right. I want to help you guys but I also don’t want to take over. Not to mention if our relationship gets out. I want your opinion. I won’t do it if you don’t want me to.”

“Hey I think you would make an awesome CEO, you are young and know what people want, you have some great ideas…”

“But?”

“But, I don’t want to break up. I want to see you everyday and not in secret”

“What do you mean, as the CEO I can personally hang around you and the boys and it not be weird.” You smirked “and why would we break up, as the boss I can leave and go home when I want to. I don’t have to stay behind and crunch numbers until my brain is fried we can be like a real couple now”

He beamed “really!” 

“Really.”

Taehyung:

“Are you going to be the new CEO?” Soobin asked you, smiling brightly, “how did you get asked to take that position?”

“Technically y/n owns almost half the company anyway?” Yeonjun added “she has since about 2012”

“How did you afford that?” Hyuening kai asked

“Well, back then the shares were only a dollar each, the company wasn’t famous, I had money saved up for university and my father, being a wannabe entrepreneur, took my money and bought a large chunk of the shares. Of course, once you buy them you wait for the shares to go up and sell them for a higher price but the never did”

I had to put myself through university while working part time and it was hell, why did I save so much just to struggle. I got a letter one day telling me I was welcome at the shareholders meeting. 

“I met everyone in the company for the first time, you were all trainees pre debut and I met all the BTS boys that year, they had just released Run which kept playing at the radio at work” you laughed “I didn’t know they sang the song or anything about them really but I saw their determination. I was actually going to sell the stocks but I thought maybe I could support all these young artists who wanted to be idols.”

“After Uni I applied for a job in the accounts department and it took four years and I am now the assistant to the head of department. I didn’t think I would be offered the position of CEO and more importantly I am nervous.”

“I would love to know what everyone thinks” You spoke around the table, each seat now occupied with idols and trainees from different groups. 

“It would be nice to have someone young as a CEO, you understand the next generation better than some” Niki smiled

“I think it will be great, we have seen you around a lot, and feel comfortable with you already” Yeonjun nodded

“We feel like we can really talk to you,” Soobin smiled. 

“I think you will make a great CEO” Taehyung leaned behind you kissing your temple. “I can walk into your office whenever I want and not have to worry about causing a scandal”

Jungkook:

“Hey over here?” Jungkook called you across the room, he was eating a subway sandwich with some of the other trainees and shareholders he smiled. 

“Are you going to be the new CEO?”

“I mean I haven’t decided yet, I am not sure I have to read it over?” I said “I know I wanted a promotion to the head of accountants when he retired but to be the CEO that’s insane.”

“If you become the CEO, imma get my eyebrow pierced” He grinned childishly, “cause you can’t stop me!”

“And I don’t have to cover up my tattoos cause you love my tattoos!” He giggled, pulling up his sleeves to flex his muscles in his arms. 

“Jungkook, are you trying to seduce your boss?” You said in mock offence. 

“Does it work?” He wriggled his eyebrows.

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Beta: n/a (at the moment)
Rating:All(Marked Chapters 18+)
Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x FailedHybrid!Reader
Genre: Hybrid au, fluff, action, adventure, angst, drama, slice of life. Some marked chapters will contain mature/smut scenes, BUT they will not have plot in those scenes and are 100% skippable without losing your place in the story.

Summary:Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.

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It had been a while since you stepped into Jimin’s work, that didn’t stop you from entering the place with a flash of your government card. Time may have passed but the odd plant or new coat of paint wouldn’t slow you down, it was like muscle memory. Your feet always knew where to go, navigating you like a GPS, your location, Jimin. 

There was a certain level of sureness you held when it came to Jimin. Like magnets, you knew you could always find him. He was your longest friend. Silently hoping that he still continued to be your longest friend. Being without Jimin was like living without a limb. He was just there all the time. You didn’t know how to cope if for some reason he just disappeared.

Knocking on the door to his office you heard a tired affirmation of entry and you pushed open the door. The room gave him away. He had slept in his office last night, allowing the air to fill with his comforting scent. “You didn’t come home?” You whispered sitting across from him. 

Jimin’s office was on the third floor and had a small view of a park. The sunlight would warm the office in the afternoon and you had caught Jimin sleeping on multiple occasions at his desk. He however looked cold, the clouds preventing the office from feeling its usual warmth. “We have had fights but you always came back or called. This time you didn’t?”

“I thought I shouldn’t chase something that isn’t there,” Jimin tossed the small chicken salad into the waste paper basket under the desk. His eyes kissed red and swollen. He had been crying all night. Dejected was his form, and somehow it felt worse than if he was angry.

“Jimin, I care about you a lot,” You whispered, watching him scoff as he sorted his papers. Your hands clutching the bottom of your dress hoping to control your fear. Fighting over one secret wasn’t how you wanted any of this to go and you would fight through your anxiety to clear the air. “I am figuring out that I haven’t been very professional and I am working on that. I also think I can’t live without you. I dream of my future and you are there, all the boys are there and I am scared alright, there is so much insecurity and uncertainty. I want to be a family, all of us. I don’t want to lose you.”

“I don’t think I can stay. If I am honest it is because I love you, I am in love with you and have been madly in love with you. I can’t remember the moment I fell, but I fell. It’s hard to see you with the other hybrids, to smell their scent on you sometimes drives me mad and I want to remove it.” Jimin ran a frustrated hand through his hair and looked at his hands playing with his rings. 

“I don’t know how to be around you without wanting to be with you. I saw a future with you and it was only recently that I realised you saw your future differently.” He walked around the desk taking your hand, squeezing it tightly. “I won’t leave you because I can’t live without you either, but I can’t stay. I need to pull away.” 

You hadn’t felt the tears until Jimin brushed them away with his thumbs, “Don’t cry.”

“So, you are giving up before you even try?” Asking the calico hybrid, the bite in your tone was anger at your stupidity, “I am dumb. I have been focused on starting this hybrid program since I can remember and have never thought about a real relationship and before you even ask, before you even confess and try to court me. You are just going to give up?” 

“What do you want me to do?” He asked sadly, “If you ask me to, I will stay. but please if it isn’t going to happen don’t. I can’t take this heartbreak again. Don’t play with my feelings.”

“I want you to decide, I can’t tell you if we will be together or not, but we can try,” You expressed your utter confusion. None of your feelings made sense. You wanted him but was it because you wanted him, or you wanted love. Was it because you wanted it or because you knew he wanted it. Was it because you loved him, or because you were in love with him?

“I think it’s best if you think about it and give me some time.” He walked back behind his desk.

“How much time, you leave and maybe I might fall in love with one of the boys, or all of them,” You threatened, “You want a chance I can give you one but running away Jimin isn’t going to have opportunities falling in your lap, you are giving away opportunities to others.”

Jimin growled, throwing his chair and gripping his desk. “You are going to be the death of me. Yes. I want a chance,” He walked huffed shoulders tense and eyes locked on yours. “I want as many chances as you will give me, I want to prove how much I love you, I want to show you.”

Similar to Yoongi’s love languages, Jimin also enjoyed physical touch but where the tiger was satisfied with simply being in your company, the calico preferred words of affirmation. He didn’t understand or accept anything unless it could be confirmed. Scared to get hurt until you could definitely confirm he would have a chance.

This was his chance, you stood up walking to the edge of his desk. “Jimin, I want you to kiss me,” he turned, sweeping his lean muscular arms around your waist pressing you against the cabinet. Lips crashing against yours with unbridled passion, aggressive yet not overbearing. Jimin knew you, he knew exactly what you wanted at that moment and he didn’t hold back. His hands clutched your waist bunching up the fabric of your dress, as yours gripped his hair. Some small portion of your heart knew about these feelings shared between you but they were always overlooked and the opportunities had been missed.

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Genre: Friendship, Comedy, Soft boy, Fluff, SMUT,Friends2Lovers,
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Summary:You held many titles: his neighbor, colleague, wing-man… well, more likely a wing-woman, yet most importantly, you were his best friend. You had been friends since you were born. Between the two of you, you were younger; barely, but he never let you forget it. He always seemed to ruffle your hair and tease you, which could get rather annoying but he made up for it by treating you to things.

What if a drunken one night stand between you and your best friend Hoseok leads to more complicated situations? Your reckless twenties are cut short as you find yourself suddenly responsible for something a little more.

Warning: Implied sex, pregnancy, implied reader has baby.

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Jimin sat next to Taehyung in a small cart, the last ride of the day. The two were convinced into the very front carriage and though they couldn’t see behind them, they assumed their friends were riding in the carriage behind them. It was a child’s ride, complete with singing animatronics and pretty lights. Jimin couldn’t help but smile, the ride was silly but he knew that Seonhee would be having a blast.

It gave Jimin a chance to sneak his hand into Taehyung’s, the two out of sight from prying eyes. Sure they had started going on dates but the two were nervous, Taehyung hadn’t even kissed him. Of course, Jimin never had to worry about that when he was a sugar baby, he would initiate everything. But he really liked Taehyung and more than that wanted Taehyung to like him as well.

Taehyung is famous now. That didn’t change much but it did ground Jimin. He was destined for big things, the new rising star and who was Jimin? Some kid, he had a crush on, who by day sat in an office and by night helped at the bar. Taehyung could do better.

Taehyung could definitely get anyone he wanted. Did that mean Jimin was going to give up, let someone else have him? Hell no, he was going to capture him, snatch him up and keep him forever. 

The ride stopped pulling Jimin from his innermost thoughts, he looked around confused. This wasn’t what normally happened in the ride, was it? Rides shouldn’t stop and go dark, leaving nothing but stale air and the eerie shadows of animatronic cartoon characters. 

“Should we get up?” Jimin said

“Hey the ride is just a little stuck, it happens sometimes on this part of the track, give us a few minutes and you will be up and running once more. Please remain in the carriage while we reboot the ride.

“That sounds super fun.” Jimin groaned this wasn’t exactly how he wanted to spend his evening with Taehyung, he had wanted to catch the last of the sunset. Walking hand in hand back to the entrance of the park where he would confess properly, tell Taehyung how he really felt and just hope he felt the same.

“Jimin?” Taehyung squeezed his hand, “It’s okay they said they will fix the ride soon, so we can just sit and get comfortable.

“Tae, I am in love with you!” Jimin shouted his words echoing around the ride making him feel a little self-conscious. Had he set himself up for failure? Was this the part where Taehyung told him he had found someone else, another celebrity he had connected with on set?

He said no such thing, his hands unknowingly destroying Jimin’s beautifully styled hair. Each strand that had been perfectly put in its rightful place earlier that morning now fell in disheveled peaks standing in odd directions. The two fell apart when they both saw a bright flash.

“We are starting the ride back up, please enjoy and stay seated.” The voice-over the speaker informed them calmly.

~

“I am printing the picture, they are so cute!” You grinned sitting in the booth with the others. Yoongi took the picture from the printer and smiled while walking out holding it above his head.

“Finally!” He shouted as the two pulled in seeing they had been set up on the ride alone.

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Genre: Friendship, Comedy, Soft boy, Fluff, SMUT,Friends2Lovers,
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Summary:You held many titles: his neighbor, colleague, wing-man… well, more likely a wing-woman, yet most importantly, you were his best friend. You had been friends since you were born. Between the two of you, you were younger; barely, but he never let you forget it. He always seemed to ruffle your hair and tease you, which could get rather annoying but he made up for it by treating you to things.

What if a drunken one night stand between you and your best friend Hoseok leads to more complicated situations? Your reckless twenties are cut short as you find yourself suddenly responsible for something a little more.

Warning: Implied sex, pregnancy, implied reader has baby.

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Hoseok and the others were eventually led into the birthing suite; the entire place had been cleaned and only the bare minimum of staff stayed behind. They were sorting out equipment and monitoring your current state. When his eyes landed on yours he felt emotions bloom in his chest. There you were laying in the bed, a small bundle of soft blankets nestled delicately in your arms. You had showered and dressed in a nightdress that had been packed in your hospital bag. 

Hoseok’s lip curled. He was trying to hold his expression, giving you a forced smile before he broke out into tears. Holding your free arm out to him, he stumbled into your embrace kissing your forehead and telling you how much he loved you. 

His words were broken by the force of each sob. “Are you going to hold her, or do we have to hold you?” Yoongi playfully teased. Hoseok wiped his eyes taking a few shakey deep breaths trying to calm his emotions. 

When you moved the blanket to show your daughter laying gently against your chest, he was a mess once more. “Hobi, you want to hold her?”

“I can hold her?” He hadn’t even thought that far ahead. He could hold this baby, his daughter, he could hold her in his arms and she was real. 

“Of course you can hold her.” You laughed, reaching up to wipe his tears away. Hoseok remembered everything he was taught from the birthing classes, practically reciting them out loud. You placed his daughter in his arms and his bottom lip fell. 

Tears were his automatic response. There was nothing else, this miracle, this symbol of his love for you, his best and longest friend. This was his child, his flesh and blood and he couldn’t thank you enough for giving him such a gift. 

“You have to stop crying Hobi, we need a nice picture for your family.” You smiled and he tilted his head back sniffing. 

“I love you so much, and I love her, I just can’t stop crying.” The words broke again Hoseok turned to show off his daughter to his friends. They were some of the people he was closest to and when he looked at them they were all crying. Jungkook’s wet cheeks and red nose, Jimin’s sweet puffy eyes bubbling with tears, even Yoongi let out a stray sniff. 

By far it was a sight to see big burly Namjoon openly weeping like Hoseok and cooing over how precious she was. 

“Look how little she is,” Namjoon whimpered

“Her hands are so tiny too,” Hoseok said back. The two were just making it worse for each other, a back and forth of doting comments of your newborn each statement causing a fresh cycle of tears. 

The nurse who had been checking your vitals waiting to take you back to the ward rolled her eyes. “I have seen some sappy fathers but you brought a whole troop.”

“Gentleman it’s time to let mum and her baby get some sleep, the father can come back tomorrow morning any other guests can come two at a time during visiting hours.” She ushered the other six males from the room, Hoseok kissed you his cheeks were wet. 

“I don’t want to go.”

“Get some sleep Hobi, get the house ready. If all goes well I will be out of the hospital soon.” The nurse took your daughter from Hoseok’s arms. 

“Wait, can I give her a kiss?” You whispered. The nurse nodded bringing your daughter over allowing you to kiss her goodnight before she was wheeled down to the nursery. 

“Are you ready to go back to the ward? You should get some sleep. Your body will be exhausted. We will bring the child in when she is hungry.”

“Okay Hobi, I have to go rest now you head home and make the house all ready for when we come home okay.” You waved goodbye to him and watched as Jimin took his hand leading him from the room. He seemed reluctant to take his eyes off of you, his hand coming to lay flat under his heart. 

You touched your collar bone watching him mouth the words ‘baseline’. It was like everything you ever wanted but such a weird and obscure way you got there. You wanted to be with Hoseok and cherish him and be loved in return, but you never thought you would get there by completely derailing your relationship and almost ruining your life. 

It was like you had to destroy what you had to build something better. It seems counterproductive and a step in the wrong direction but somehow you were able to shape the rubble of your friendship into a relationship stronger than before. 

You love Hoseok with all your heart and he only has eyes for you. It seems you were both delusional to believe that you weren’t in love. Everyone could see it except the two of you and now it was painfully obvious. 

Being a mother was kind of a shock. Scared when you woke up to cramps, only to remember you had already given birth, you were also woken throughout the night to feed your daughter. A part of you worried about taking care of someone, the responsibility setting in as being a mother was a full-time job.

“You are doing wonderful.” The nurse gave you some pain killers for your cramps, your uterus was slowly shrinking back to its regular size and you were uncomfortable. “Would you like me to get you anything?”

“I would love something to drink.” Voice hoarse from sleep, she nodded before setting off for you. You sat up watching the sunrise, your daughter sleeping soundly on the bed in front of you. She was so precious. Even with closed eyes she still wiggled and stretched her hands out to the warm glowing orb.

“Seonhee, do you like that name?” You whispered, taking out a small outfit: a white onesie with sunflowers and bright yellow footed pants with soft yellow ruffles on the butt. “Jung Seonhee.”

“Ah, is that her name?” The nurse smiled, placing some apple juice and water on the small bedside table. She sanitized her hands and began helping you with the baby’s clothes and diaper, bagging the old clothes and disposing of the soiled diaper. She smiled down at the little girl in her bright outfit. “I think it suits her, Seonhee”

The doctor came by on her round, her hair pulled into a tight bun and her scrubs pastel blue with stalks. “You are looking better, how are you feeling?” There was no messing around, she was straight to business, checking for any concerns or pain. Your stomach was being palpated while she brought up things to look out for. “Ultimately if anything happens that you are unsure about, even if it is something silly like, should I have coffee while breastfeeding, call this number here, they are a great service and they will help you.”

“Thank you so much.” Taking the card you were handed and a little care package from the hospital, the nurse placed the card into the baby book which had accompanied you throughout pregnancy and after. “Am I okay to go home today?”

“You are all clear. Let us know what time you want to leave and we can have all the paperwork ready.” Pausing in the doorway, a young nurse almost bumping into her, she spun around, her coat swishing with her. “After giving birth a lot of women become a little moody, fatigued, or cry. This is totally normal as your hormones will be dropping back to a normal level. It is perfectly normal to feel these things during this time.”

“Ah, that’s good to know.” You replied while searching through the care package, glancing at some of the booklets and information sheets. There was a number for a community service where mothers take their babies to be weighed and receive checkups. The nurses had few information sessions on feeding techniques and developmental leaps. 

Looking forward to being a part of a group of new mothers, you knew you would have a lot of questions eventually. It would be nice to know if other mothers have similar concerns or effective tips for any future problems.

Hoseok arrived with a big smile, kissing you sweetly before heading over to scoop up his daughter. “Wait Hobi,” you stopped him, “I need to talk to you before you get all teary-eyed again.”

“Okay,” serious expression on his face he gave you all his attention.

“We need to agree on her name and sign the birth certificate.” The smile returned to his face, the twinkle in his eyes never dwindling since the moment he stepped into the room. “I like the name 선희 (Seonhee) written as 善 meaning Good or nice and 希 as in Hope”

Hoseok watched you write an example on a scrap piece of paper, and began nodding enthusiastically. Hands shaking the two of you eyed one another passing secret smiles, the taste of giggles on the tip of your tongue. Once the document was completed Hoseok’s hand swooped up into your hair, cradling your nape as he kissed you.

Neither lazy nor heated, the kiss was full and romantic, his lips telling a story against yours. The world stopped and only Hoseok existed. Until a shrill cry broke through the silence and the two of you apart. The cry brought with it the sound of machines and nurses walking down the hall.

“You want to go home,” Hoseok raced around the hospital bed towards your daughter, wiggling in the tiny hospital portable bassinet. His style was honestly amusing. Strips of fabric hanging from a graffitied shirt with a cargo jacket and sneakers. Strange to see him holding a baby but you loved it so much. 

Just because you were parents didn’t mean you had to get rid of everything you love. Sure you had to grow up and it was extreme. The transition you made while pregnant felt like your life was ending. That you would live to serve a tiny being. But seeing Hoseok still smiling the same, still wearing the same street hip hop style reassured you that you still had a life outside of being a mother and that would never change.

Of course, the two of you probably wouldn’t club anymore. It would be unfair if either of you went out without the other and unfair on your daughter if you were not there for her. Not to mention the cost of babysitting and the trust you would need in order to leave Seonhee with someone who wasn’t you or Hoseok.

Hoseok helped you with your bags packing the car, he had borrowed Jin’s for a smoother drive. Always thoughtful even on the littlest details. Sitting by the baby’s car seat while Hoseok drove you home apologizing for every speed bump and every turn.

“Hoseok, I would like to go home before it is dark. You don’t have to drive that slow.” You laughed, he was being so serious like a knight or warrior preparing for battle to protect those he loves. In the reflection of the rearview mirror, you saw his lips twitch in amusement, the sun shining on his shaggy hair. “I love you.”

“Babe,” He whined, “you can’t say that when I am driving, I want to kiss you and then we really won’t get home before dark.”

His eyes flickered up to meet yours in the mirror before concentrating diligently once more on the road. He was singing softly to the radio as he crossed town, you must have fallen asleep as you were woken by his sweet laugh and some kisses on your cheek.

“We are home Lil darling.”

Breathing deeply trying to clear your head from your nap, as the fog in your mind disappeared your hands were secured in Hoseok’s as he helped you out of the car. Standing patiently for your body to catch up, the tender sensations in your stomach leaving you stiff.

“Seonhee, time to see your new home.” Hoseok scooped up the infant holding her to his chest as if it was the most natural thing like he had several years of experience. As opposed to this child being his firstborn. He took the soft yellow muslin wrap and covered her protecting her eyes from the afternoon sun.

Opening the door, you weren’t surprised, (mostly because you had spotted their cars on the curb) to see the boys sitting on your couch equally as excited to see you as they had been the day before in the birthing suite. Hoseok was placing your bag on the table when Seonhee started crying.

“Hey, sweetheart what’s wrong?” Hoseok patted her bottom to a steady rhythm hoping it would lull her back to sleep. Her crying continued and you felt your shirt grow damp, taking a seat you held out your hands for your daughter and nursed her while the boys kept their eyes firm on one another to respect your privacy.

“Are you drinking or are you sleeping?” You giggled at your daughter who was milk drunk. Burping her gently she wiggled releasing a few loud burps and spitting up a little onto the back of your hand and the small burp cloth you had been holding to her clothes.

“Let me take her while you clean up.” Yoongi smiled, scooping up your daughter, holding her so her head was supported, her arms and legs draped over either side of his arm. His other hand rubbed and patted her back gently as he swayed.

“You look like a squashed pie.” He smiled cheekily talking to the baby in his arms. “Cute bow shape lip from your mum, and your nose is very cute like Hoseok’s.”

“How dare you call her a squashed pie.” Namjoon tried to defend but when Yoongi turned he showed the infant, her cheek squished up against his arm, her drool slowly seeping between parted lips. “Okay, maybe a little but she is also adorable.”

“All babies look like aliens when they are born,” you grinned.

“But do you love her, more than anything else in the world?” Jungkook giggled trying to make small talk while also projecting his newfound love for such a tiny being.

“We just met, I need some time to get to know her some more.” You joke playfully curled up on the couch Seokjin handing you some dinner and a cup of tea while the boys took turns meeting your daughter.

“It says in the paperwork she can have a bath tomorrow, and that her first poo might be really yucky.” Hoseok read the take-home leaflets from the hospital and constantly checked on his two girls making sure they were both safe and sound.

“Put her in outfits you don’t care if they get destroyed,” Yoongi was singing something to the child. It was low and rough. He was talking about dreams, freestyling about how your daughter didn’t need to go to university and that she didn’t have to know everything right at this moment.  

Placing the little girl into Jimin’s waiting arms. His eyes sparkled and his lip dropped as he turned soft for the little girl.

“Hello, I am Uncle Jimin and I am going to spoil you so much.” His sweet voice gasped. He practically wiggled on the spot when she brought her fists up to her closed eyes and yawned. Taehyung was quietly snapping photos, careful not to use the flash as he didn’t want to hurt the baby’s sensitive eyes, even while they were closed. He assured you, that he would get photos of everyone holding Seonhee. He had already captured Yoongi and was taking a few extra of Jimin with the small bundle.

It was honestly nice to see them all so supportive and there for your daughter. Images in your mind blooming of her first Christmas and birthday and all that would follow. Namjoon would buy her a green bike with flowers and tassels on the handles and Yoongi, helping assemble it before she woke up, attaching the training wheels for her safety.

Learning how to wrap people around her finger from her Uncle Jimin and then using it against them. She would be a dancer like her father and would light up the room. You could see her performing on a stage with the eight of you waiting with flowers to throw on stage. Maybe she wouldn’t win the first prize at her first show but they would still take her out for pizza and celebrate. Her skills would improve and the day she wins the trophy she would be lifted onto Seokjin’s shoulders. 

Not noticing you had started crying until Namjoon pulled you into a hug.  “Hey what’s got you so upset.”

“No, I am not upset, I was told that as my hormones go back to normal, I might cry and be more tired and moody and upset and I just,” Sniffing Jungkook handed over some tissues and hugging your back. The newer of the group Taehyung and Jungkook had just fit perfectly into the group, it was like they were always meant to be.

“Hey love,” Hoseok said, coming over to kneel at your feet holding your knees softly. “Tell me what made you so upset.”

“I was thinking about her first Christmas and her first birthday and how you would all be here and she would be loved and…” Taking a sniff and pushing the tears from your eyes you looked up at them seriously. “You can never leave now, we are going to be one big family. I hope you know you are now each my daughter’s uncles and therefore responsible to attend events. If you didn’t want to be a part of the family, I am sorry you are now my family.”

More tears shook your form. “You’re the only family I have, I wasn’t exactly disowned more than I left when my mother told me not to have my sweet daughter. My precious baby deserves a big happy family and so I am sorry you are stuck with me. 

“And don’t even think you are getting out of it.” You pointed at Taehyung and Jungkook, “You are my family now. Seonhee needs lots of uncles to protect her.”

“We aren’t leaving,” Seokjin grinned, taking a turn holding the wiggling bundle, smiling for a picture, and looking at her. “She will be a heartbreaker.”

~

The first couple of weeks were a learning curve filled with broken sleep, reheated meals courtesy of Seokjin, and constant fatigue looming over your head. Jimin appeared one-afternoon Taehyung, Namjoon and Yoongi apprehended your daughter. Settling her into a baby carrier strapped to Namjoon’s chest. The thick bodyguard looked a little silly with a tiny child nestled against his pecs.

Seonhee was wearing a new outfit from her uncle Jimin. It was a sweet-footed onesie with bear ears warm enough for a day out in the park. Kicked out of the house by Jimin who stressed how much you needed a break. Hoseok was at work while you were still on leave which meant you took the larger portion of the home and baby duties.

Mostly because you were at home all day, but also not wanting to interfere with his sleep schedule seeing as he was going to an actual job that needed proper attention. There wasn’t even a moment of hesitation from Jimin as he dragged you into the bathroom and started the bath filling it with a generous amount of bubble bath. It was the sleepy-time product you had chosen for your baby, emitting a soft lavender scent.

“You relax and I will wash your hair.” He smiled and he massaged your scalp to help relieve any tension, after washing out all your hair products he took your skincare products letting you lay in the bubbles as he pampered you. “You are such a good mum, you are doing amazing.”

“I hope so,” you yawned.

You stepped out of the tub, quickly wrapping yourself into the fluffy robe you hadn’t used in a while. Then sat down on your bed whilst Jimin dried and styled your hair. The others had returned, poking their heads into the room and smiling at your new refreshed look. You quickly fed your daughter while Jimin braided your hair securely.

“You rest okay, we will watch her until Hoseok comes home. Don’t worry we will come to you if we are unsure about anything and for food times.” Yoongi said playing some soft tranquil music on the small speaker by your bed. 

It seemed pointless. Laying there believing it impossible to fall asleep. As you walked past the clock reading half-past one, your stomach rumbled in a gentle protest. Before you could even think of the food you wanted to get dressed, pulling on a white crop top and a baggy overall dress. Something easy to breastfeed in. It was definitely time as your breasts were heavier with milk.

Walking out you poured yourself a glass of juice and scooped up your fussing daughter, stomach growling again. Yoongi stood up marching into the kitchen, rapidly chopping ingredients. Soon the house was filled with a savory aroma and the glorious sound of oil sizzling. 

~

Hoseok was having his first afternoon with Seonhee. You were going for a checkup. Jungkook was free and agreed to accompany you to your appointment, he almost paled when he saw the equipment on the table for your checkup. It made for a good laugh and endless teasing during your small coffee date afterward.

Jungkook’s phone buzzed and he grinned texting back quickly. “Ooh, what or who is making you smile so big?”

“Uh, I just got a funny text from Namjoon. Apparently, Hoseok asked for company so Namjoon and Yoongi stopped by the house after their errands.” He laughed, nose scrunching showing off his front teeth. “And well, your daughter may have accidentally had a poo explosion. So far from the pictures I have seen, Yoongi and Hoseok are covered in it. And while trying to help Namjoon dropped a whole bottle of baby powder and they are vacuuming the carpet.”

“Jimin and Taehyung agreed to pick up some more and I have been asked to keep you busy,” Your smile growing the more you heard, of course, they would make a mess on your first day out. Expecting something chaotic to happen but never something as funny as this. 

“I am just glad it is something like this and not that someone is sick or hurt,” You smiled while eating a strawberry cheesecake and sipping coffee. Not making any move of leaving early and relieving them of their duty. It was a right of passage and showed just how much you trusted them. Hearing that something happened and not jumping to take over.

“They said not to tell you, but how could I not?” Jungkook turned his phone showing you some photos worthy of scrapbooking, the kind you would take out for Seonhee’s twenty-first and a story she would get sick of hearing at every family gathering. “Look at them.”

“Well while they are busy, how about we go grocery shopping? I think perhaps we can make something delicious for dinner,” Standing and collecting your jacket from your chair, and leading the way. Jungkook followed listening to your concerns about your weight and figure, he assured you how good you were looking and even offered to personally train you at 21, the gym.

~

Seonhee was growing steadily. Each milestone leading into the next, she would roll over and had started to crawl. Finding herself putting things she shouldn’t in her mouth. Going back to work was hard for the first few days, leaving Seonhee at the daycare was easy but she became more clingy when she came home. It was her way of coping with the separation that came with daycare and full-time work but eventually, Seonhee got into a routine.

Understanding that her parents were always coming back made everything in the house run a lot smoother. She had a small handful of sounds, mostly eomma, appa. 

Work was a lot more tolerable and dare you to say fun. Jimin had quit his sugar baby gig and joined the company working alongside you. Sure he had broken a few hearts by canceling his service but he was happier. He never explicitly said it but you believed he was trying to be more independent and above everything else make himself more approachable to Taehyung.

Taehyung however left for a while, he had been away working with a few celebrities and luxury brands, photographing concepts, photos, and more. He had been pushing and working harder and harder as the days passed until he traveled away for his latest project. 

It was a little sad that they weren’t together but you could see the longing in Jimin’s eyes whenever he replayed Taehyung’s Instagram story. Dragging him from his desk to have lunch together and distract him from the thoughts spinning around in his head.

~

December marked eleven months since Seonhee was born. Cruising against the couch and cabinets opening things she shouldn’t. You had invested in baby locks and a small playpen. Neither really did much as she knew how to push the whole contraption across carpet and tiles to get into things. 

Mostly she would follow you to the kitchen hoping to get teething biscuits or any other treats her father would sneak her. He was never able to say no and you often found them sneaking snacks together where he would give you his big eyes and pouty lips claiming that she deserved a snack.

Christmas had your house filled to the brim with presents and boys, Seokjin was cooking in the kitchen with Yoongi’s help while Jimin and Jungkook were playing with Seonhee. Hoseok was helping Namjoon into a Santa costume in the backyard. No one had heard from Taehyung. You assumed he was busy with work and that he would be unable to make it.

There was a knock and Jungkook raced to answer it and laughed, “Finally, I thought you were skipping out on the family Christmas.”

“I wouldn’t skip out on the family Christmas, you are my favorite family,” Taehyung said handing over a suitcase to Jungkook and carrying in some bags of wrapped gifts, placing them under the tree. “Look at you, you have gotten so big!”

Namjoon Santa came in and delivered gifts and ran off getting changed only to come back and watch the gift unwrapping. Jungkook went to collect the two eldest from the kitchen, pushing Seokjin before dragging Yoongi out the two stopping in the archway.

“Hey, you are under the mistletoe!” Jimin giggled, proud that his trap had worked, he was hoping that some people would get stuck under it. “You are going to have to kiss.”

“We don’t have to, we are watching Seonhee open her gifts,” Jungkook said only to be grabbed by Yoongi who kissed the younger male and pulled away.

“Satisfied.” Yoongi turned back to the young girl opening her presents, Namjoon got her some picture books and a few educational toys. Seokjin had wrapped a small toy kitchen that was her size. Yoongi brought her to everyone’s surprise a little clam pool and some plastic toys to play with.

Jimin brought her a whole lot of princess dresses, tiaras, and fairy wings. Jungkook got her a cozy coupe red and yellow plastic car that she could push around with her legs. Taehyung handed her the small gift bag and inside was a night light that made the roof look like a galaxy and played soft music.

After Seonhee’s gifts from the boys, Hoseok brought out a box. He was struggling with it but when he opened it out popped a little dog who began licking her cheeks and wagging his tail intensely amongst the large group. “His name is Mickey.” Hoseok grinned watching Taehyung taking pictures and smiling fondly as she giggled.

Other gifts were exchanged, the most notable was Seokjin giving everyone matching sweaters with his face on it, and Taehyung’s gift to Jimin. It was a small bag and inside was the signature Tiffany blue colored box.

“You didn’t have to,” Jimin said softly and Taehyung smiled.

“I told myself I would support you, and I know you didn’t want to be treated like a sugar baby, I just told myself that I wouldn’t allow myself to date until I got you those earrings you really wanted. I wanted to give you something you could be proud of.” Taehyung explained, “And it was so hard to resist you when you kept inviting me over.”

Opening the box Jimin saw the earrings he had once mentioned ages back, the exact earrings Taehyung had handmade for him. “Now you can get rid of the ones I made you, they look horrible compared to these.

“I still love the ones you made and I will keep them forever.”

“I won’t treat you like a sugar baby anymore, I wanted to ask if maybe you wanted to go on a date.”

“Well, these earrings will get you about five dates.” Jimin giggled cheekily

“Five I thought for sure it would be five and a half?”

“Five and a free butt grab?”

“Deal!”

~

The nine of you were walking through the kid’s attractions at the theme park seeing some familiar faces, you were having lunch when some music started playing. It was the theme park’s dance parade and Hoseok was dragged into the dance by Taeyong.

You were giggling when WinWin dragged you up dancing with you and turned to see Hoseok on one knee, a ring box opened in his hands. You felt your chest about to explode as you tackled him to the ground sobbing in his chest. “Hoseok really, you mean it?”

“Of course, I mean it, I have loved you for years.”

“I love you so much, hell freaking yes put that ring on me, quick quick.” You kissed his face nonstop giggling between your tears. He was finally able to get the ring onto the designated finger standing and pulling you onto your feet. He kissed you passionately, you pulled back burying your face in his chest squealing.

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Sly like a… ? Part 26

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Beta: n/a (at the moment)
Rating:All(Marked Chapters 18+)
Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x FailedHybrid!Reader
Genre: Hybrid au, fluff, action, adventure, angst, drama, slice of life. Some marked chapters will contain mature/smut scenes, BUT they will not have plot in those scenes and are 100% skippable without losing your place in the story.

Summary:Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.

Authors note: Something I wanted to explain in my story is that everyone is consenting and their decisions are not influenced by their heats/ruts. I also would like to explain that the reader has never considered herself a mother figure to these boys nor has she treated them like children. Everyone is an adult and the reader’s endearment towards the boys is one you could hold for literally anyone (best friend, colleague, neighbor), but leaning more towards romantic love. I just want to clear this up that in no way was the reader a caregiver in the sense that she owns them. They are all very smart adults that were all willing participants (given the option to be a part of the program) and they have been given human independence by the reader. This makes the dynamic more like room-mates/ colleagues.

I just want to stress that all smut chapters will be marked so those can be skipped and you won’t miss out on the storyline/progression. On top of that, as Hybrid based stories have elements of influenced minds by heats/ruts, this will not be like that. Everything is consensual and trust is built beforehand with each person. I want this to be as clear as possible in their intentions. I also discuss the dynamics of the animal aspects of their DNA and the idea of marking but I also make it a choice not a claim.

There was something wholesome about your dream. The way you all seemed so happy and comfortable. Dream analysis and psychology weren’t your majors, fortunately, there was someone in the house who had that covered. Feet padding softly against the floor, the crisp morning air pinched your skin. With each step, you listened for each hybrid moving about the house.

Only upon breathing in their mingling scents did the happenings of last night return afresh in your mind. Jimin was absent, the sweet saccharin missing from the symphonic aroma the boys created. Knocking on the door to Yoongi’s room, waiting patiently for his confirmation to enter. It was important to give the boys their privacy, hybrids safe spaces or nests were not to be entered on a whim. The wrong scent could have Yoongi feeling hostile, undoing all the progress you had built and all the trust you shared.

Staring at the door you felt a little odd, looking left and then right. Trying to catch the scent or sound of the white tiger. Eyes tracing the grain of the wooden door, you sharpened your senses.

“There’s a RI-bbon in the sky that I LoooOOoOoOoOve,” Namjoon was singing in the shower. It was hard to hear anything but his beautiful rendition of Stevie Wonder’s ‘Ribbon in the sky’. The door to the bathroom opened, his voice travelling stronger before the door closed muffling his vocals slightly.

“Is this the lineup for my room?” Yoongi asked, startled you almost leaped out of your skin, turning to see the playful swish of Yoongi’s tail and flicker of his ears. He was in a good mood. He dried his hands on his sweater, “I swear every time I need to go to the bathroom, Namjoon is in the shower singing something horrendous.”

“I like it, I read somewhere that when people sing to themselves it usually means they are comfortable in their surroundings,” Your soft smile grew when Yoongi reached around your waist to open the door he gently headbutted your shoulder, his tail sliding against you as he passed. Once in his room he turned and extended his arm in invitation. “I like the way Namjoon sings, it’s passionate and confident. It’s not bad, just kind of clumsy like him. When he doesn’t think too much about it, I think he sings the best.”

Yoongi sat on his computer chair crossing his legs, his arms stretched down so his fists rested against his legs in a very cat-like pose. You saw his ears twitch and the smooth flicker of his tail, he was content and curious. Yoongi, a man whose love languages included quality time and physical touch. Every interaction was important to him. That’s why you always gave him your undivided attention.

Licking your lips you picked a few non-existent pieces of lint from his charcoal bedspread. “I had a question to ask you about a dream, I know you don’t really do dreams but I thought you are the closest person I could speak to about it.” Looking up the long swish of his tail really showed off his curiosity, he unfolded his legs and brought each foot down softly on the carpet. Each step is slow and deliberate, Yoongi was never one to expel unnecessary energy.

He crawled onto the bed before flipping himself over onto his back, the black shirt he was wearing had lifted slightly exposing his tiny soft belly. You wanted to touch it. To pat the young hybrids’ belly. His smirk and the rapid swish of his tail on the bed gave away his trap. He was VERY playful today.

“Tell me about your dream?” He smiled, patting the bed beside him. This was a genuine offer -you hoped- so you didn’t hesitate -as much- to lay down beside him. When he didn’t pounce on top of you and playfully tickle, a sigh of relief left your lips. It was hard for hybrids to expose their vulnerable and vital organs; the throat, chest, and stomach were the most notable. So laying on your back side by side was a little unnerving.

“It feels a bit like wishful thinking, that maybe I am hoping we will still be together as a family in the future,” Premising your dream with a bit of a laugh as if trying to downplay the seriousness of that statement. Relaying the dream Yoongi hummed listening.

“I think you answered your own question before you told me the dream, you are dreaming about your future and what you desire it to be.” He smiled rolling into your side, his face pressed against your neck. In the time it took Yoongi’s nose to touch your skin, breathe stolen as your heart hammered in your chest. This was quite a position to be in, he was implying his dominance in such a gentle way.

Yoongi was non-confrontational and so it was cute to see him test the waters and your limits with such gentle gestures. He wasn’t asserting himself, not claiming to be superior or better. Often this action was mistaken by people as a claiming of ownership but it was clear between Yoongi and yourself that this was not the case.

Yoongi was implying subtly leaving room for denial of his request, he was asking if he could kill you, not that he would. He was asking whether you would fight back and challenge his authority, would you be in charge or would he. The animal kingdom was a hierarchy and the animal DNA running through both your veins demanded this hierarchy.

Flipping Yoongi underneath you. Sitting on his waist and pressing your lips softly to his throat, you breathed in his scent. The dynamic still wasn’t decided, as you weren’t ready to make that decision and he could see that. He didn’t growl or sneer, he just smiled wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against his chest.

“From the way you described you see some of us platonically and some of us romantically, there are a lot of dream interpretations and theories. Freud and Jung both had differing opinions. Freud thought that the adaptive advantage to dreams was to distract us and thereby keep us asleep. Whereas Jung thought we need to sleep in order to dream and dreaming serves multiple functions. I think what is most important to take away from this dream is how you felt, you said it was a nice sweet dream, and everyone felt comfortable and there was love in many forms between everyone. I can’t tell you what the dream means, but I can tell you, that how you feel towards the dream gives insight to what you want in life and how you feel about us.”

“Oh,” You felt kind of silly how obvious his statements were, you really had enjoyed the dream. It was only right that you desired to be together in the future. As for the relationship dynamic. He was right as well, there were some boys you felt stronger feelings for, a notion that you should try to connect a little more to the others.

Hoseok seemed to come to mind, his hybrid breed not one you were used to or had a lot of information on. That and his constant happy vibes meant even the shortest interactions left you believing he was in good spirits. You hadn’t been neglecting him but you could definitely pay him a little more attention.

“As long as whilst you’re awake the dream still seems sweet and beautiful then I can tell you that your unconscious mind is more honest with her feelings than your waking self.” Yoongi softly added his chest rumbling with the smallest of purrs, gently radiating into your chest.

Sitting up you saw his eyes slowly close for a moment, before slowly opening as if fighting sleep. An action Jimin did often, he always said it was because he was tired. You thought perhaps it was just a cat thing, maybe a little research on the hybrids would do you some good. “You get some sleep, I have a lot of thinking and I need to have a conversation with Jimin.” Sliding out of the bed you heard Yoongi laugh.

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Sly like a… ? Part 25

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Beta: n/a (at the moment)
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Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x FailedHybrid!Reader
Genre: Hybrid au, fluff, action, adventure, angst, drama, slice of life. Some marked chapters will contain mature/smut scenes, BUT they will not have plot in those scenes and are 100% skippable without losing your place in the story.

Summary:Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.

Authors note: Sorry if the last chapter felt rushed. I was told it seemed a little rushed.

Seokjin catches your hand before you leave the garage pressing his lips softly to yours, his hands running through your hair. Fingers brushing against your ears, you felt your tail curl around to brush against his and he didn’t flinch. Massaging your ears softly makes you whine softly enjoying the feeling. 

“What had I been scared of, you aren’t scary.” Seokjin said, brushing his lips against your jaw and breathing against your ear, “I never knew you would be this cute when you submit to me.”

He nibbled on your ear and pulled back with a brilliant smile, “Eyes blown and lips swollen, you are a vixen” he paused pulling your hand up to kiss the back of your hand. His eyes reserved closing over the emotion that had been their moments after breaking the kiss. “Unfortunately, I am not the only one who feels this way so I will fight fair and give you the choice.”

Confused about what he meant by, not the only one. You knew the boys were affectionate but none of them had expressed feelings as fervid as this. They were all soft and gentle like they enjoyed your company and your guidance as an owner. Right?

Never had you tried to influence their feelings or falsify your own. Always telling yourself you were being professional. Of course, now seeing how you had overstepped so many boundaries. If you had truly been professional in maintaining a business environment you wouldn’t have climbed into their beds.

Cuddling wasn’t on the recommended list of things one does to establish good work relationships, this was all your fault. Too many lines had been blurred.

Walking into the living room you saw Felix there with the boys, Taehyung and Jungkook engulfing you in a hug. “We don’t care, please don’t kick us out, we all love it here and you have done so much for us and we want to make your dream come true. We love you and can’t live without you.”

“Felix explained everything thoroughly, we are sorry you had to go through all that on your own.” Yoongi smiled softly from the couch, “I am happy to listen and talk more about it whenever you want, you have helped me so much and this is exactly what I want to do. I want to help, I never want people to feel alone. We all agreed that what you are doesn’t matter to us.”

Hoseok pulled you into a hug, “Even though my instincts say not to trust a Fox or any other predator, I trust you and everyone in this house with my life and I love the family we have created.”

“I think I have made a mistake.” You whispered, “I think I was trying to make you all feel at home and loved, safe, and build a relationship of trust. I hope you all feel that way but, I also realized that it isn’t very professional of me and I can’t have every hybrid I work with grow attached to me. Did I lead everyone on?”

“Not exactly, judging by your reaction you had no clue meaning your intentions weren’t negative. Your intentions weren’t to manipulate us. You are correct, you should in fact learn to detach somewhat, especially if you will be working with many more hybrids like ourselves in the future.” Namjoon explained shuffling his feet, “That being said, I believe we all respect you greatly, and whether our feelings are for you as a person or as a savior we are yet to find out.”

“Please don’t leave us,” Jungkook said softly, “We won’t bother you, just let us stay.”

“I don’t want you to be conditioned to think I am perfect, I don’t want you to think you have to like me because I took you in. I just want to help. You become independent so you can grow and work and have your own families.”

“But I don’t want another family.” Jungkook huffed, “I want this family, it’s all I know.”

“Jungkook, I-” Taking a deep breath you hummed, “I think we have gotten very close and I think we need to take some time to really think about things. It feels like Stockholm syndrome, and I am not just talking about you, I am talking about myself.”

“I am attached to all of you, I am growing too attached that I don’t see myself in the future without you. I was thinking about the future of the program and I just assumed you would all be working alongside me and we could come home together.” You rubbed your forehead, a tension headache blooming across your skull.

“I can’t tie you down because I want you to stay with me, not when you don’t know me properly, my bad habits and pet peeves. We are in an ideal situation where money is no issue and we are practically living a never-ending vacation. It can’t all be good things. There has to be trials and tribulations, we have to see each other fall apart and learn to mend one another to know if we should be in it for the long run.”

“I think that is really wise, and some really great points,” Yoongi said, placing his hand on Jungkook’s head pulling it onto his shoulder, “From what I gathered it isn’t a rejection, it is the foundations of a plan for the future.”

“It still hurts,” Jungkook’s lip was jutted out as he sniffled into Yoongi’s collar, “It hurts so much Hyung, my chest is tight.”

“It will hurt,” Yoongi said, “Let me pour you your first drink. It will help you let it out.”

“I will take a drink.” Seokjin smiled, “Something to ease the tension.”

Hoseok looked at you and gave you a hug, “they will be okay, you have been doing an amazing job, of course, it’s an uncomfy feeling but you have given us more than just your friendship and respect, you have given us each other, never forget that without all this and your passion we seven would never have met, successfully cohabitated or become friends.”

“You gave me friends,” Taehyung smiled, his tail hanging eyes shaded by his fringe “a purpose, even though grandpa was supportive of my decisions I have more freedom, a goal, a future beyond the limited time I had with grandpa, You gave me brothers, I didn’t know I wanted or needed. Most importantly you made me feel like I was worth something, that I was special and I could reach my dreams. You made me feel loved. Even if you don’t feel that way truly towards me, it was still nice to experience that feeling for the first time.”

“You gave us a safe environment to explore feelings we never expected to feel. I thought love was stupid and debilitating. I thought everyone was stupid and all that mattered was my books, and studies, I was searching for something, learning and absorbing everything I could to fill the void. But no matter how smart I was, I never realized that what I was looking for was a simple feeling I had looked down on. I have filled some of the voids, because not only did I find romantic love, I found platonic love. Even the slight tension of heartbreak is a feeling I had never felt.”

Namjoon was deep in thought before adding, “I don’t know when I shut off my emotions but, I had become a mannequin, a shell of a person with no objective. Now I have grown branches, flourishing relationships, and strong bonds deep in this earth. I have a function, a value in life.”

“You are all getting really deep,” Felix said, “It is strange but I admire your courage to talk about these things with one another. I want to know as your dad, that I approve of these boys and any of them would make a good son-in-law. If you were to ever wish for a relationship with any or every one of them I approve.”

Felix’s eyes sparkled mischievously, “I mean, maybe it’s because your dad has been through a lot, seen a lot in life, maybe you can call me hip, or open-minded but why limit yourself to one person. Something I have learned through my many hundreds of years is that we can love many people at once and as long as everyone is on the same page honest, trusting and comfortable. Of course, respecting people’s boundaries and capacity to love others is important.”

“Maybe it is my experience talking but I can see these foundations amongst you all, the bonds you all share are strong and everyone is caring and respectful towards one another. I think definitely letting yourselves grow is important. This house is your safe place and the open communication really allows for everyone to explore?”

Felix left after his small speech, kissing your cheek and whispering how you looked like you didn’t want to choose. All stunned at his proposition, Yoongi agreed, “He has a point having more partners means more people to share your troubles with, more personalities to mesh with, if you don’t like someone’s hobby, there is someone else in the group who might like the same thing saving you from something you dislike.”

“Of course, there are always pros and cons to everything.” Namjoon reiterated, “We could discuss it one day if things seemed to go that way but again for now we should all focus on the program, just long enough to allow everyone to think seriously about their feelings as unbiased as possible.

~

You apologized to Seokjin that you couldn’t sleep in his bed tonight and he smiled, “That’s okay, I feel like I have received enough comfort and attention.” 

Assuming he was talking about the kisses the two of you had exchanged in the car and garage away from prying eyes. Mind reeling, did you truly have these feelings for them, or was it manifested from the program? Did you truly like them or did you like the attention? Did you love them or was it the idea of love that you loved more?

Laying on Jimin’s bed, his things packed ready to move into Hoseok’s room, your things in the corner ready for you to take the room for yourself. Thoughts of your best friend, you hadn’t seen it but you wondered if he loved you like the other hybrids. He had been jealous of the other’s affection but you had felt that before when he would talk about his hybrid friends growing up. Never wanting to be left behind or replaced. Never wanting to lose him. Pressing your face in his pillow the subtle scent of his hair products eased you like he was there beside you.

~

Carrying groceries into the house together. The seven bustling to help put things away in the kitchen. They seemed more confident, more mature and you couldn’t help but blush as they grazed past you, pheromones mingling in the space naturally, letting each other feel safe and loved. There was no need to control their pheromones as they had become comfortable with one another. It was more natural for hybrids to communicate in such a way, you even found yourself letting your feelings show this way. 

“We have work tomorrow,” Namjoon smiled, almost dropping the eggs as he carried them to the fridge, “The new intake of hybrids is coming in, which means we have a lot of paperwork and emotions to deal with.”

“I can’t wait to see them, they are always so small?” Jimin giggled “Reminds me of when Jungkook started university.”

“He was still big back then, too muscly.” Hoseok joked poking Jungkook’s abs making the younger man giggle. 

“They grow up quickly though, last year’s graduates are out in the workforce now.” Seokjin smiled softly, taking the eggs from Namjoon before they were broken. “I saw Soobin, the bunny hybrid who graduated last year, is doing really well. He opened a bakery.”

You went to your room and Taehyung poked his head in. He saw you working and borrowed a moment of your time for a kiss before heading out once more. He was always so physically affectionate and it was nice. There was playful banter in the kitchen between Jungkook and Seokjin, the latter arguing that ‘Ramen will spoil dinner.’

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Sly like a… ? Part 24

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Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x FailedHybrid!Reader
Genre: Hybrid au, fluff, action, adventure, angst, drama, slice of life. Some marked chapters will contain mature/smut scenes, BUT they will not have plot in those scenes and are 100% skippable without losing your place in the story.

Summary:Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.

“What do I do?” You whimpered, “Jin ran off after he saw my ears and tail, I don’t know how to fix this, I don’t know how to get rid of them.”

“Okay breath,” He comforted you gently, “I will talk you through it.”

“It’s not working,” Protesting, as you felt your body begin to change its appearance. The boys watching horrified “It’s getting worse.”

The phone fell with a loud clatter as you shrunk sitting on the floor shaking. The boys were stunned and you hid under the bed. Jimin picked up the phone demanding an explanation, Felix said he was still in the area and would come help. 

You wanted to explain but couldn’t speak. Frustration growing and filling you. Pressure building until an inhuman cry escapes your body. You heard Jimin storm out leaving as well your best friend of over twenty years. Jungkook pheromones alluding to his current state of stress.

Everything you had worked hard for was crumbling down around you. Wanting to give up on everything you had been working on a wallow in self-pity away from judgemental eyes. Felix arrived he coaxed you out from under the bed and helped you turn back into a human and he held you for a moment in a hug. 

“I have to find him, Seokjin ran off and I need to find him, and Jimin and,” clutching at your hair as your words were broken from your irregular breathing. Standing, you wiped your eyes and headed out in the van trying to find Seokjin. Driving through the night until almost morning.

When you circled around spotting Seokjin struggling, getting pushed into a van the men driving off you followed parking and racing inside. “Hello, my hybrid was spooked at home and ran off. I went out to find him and saw him picked up by two men in a van they brought him in here.” You were panting from running across the parking lot, grabbing at the counter, “Kim Seokjin a raccoon hybrid.”

“He was brought in, we thought he was a return, he is in the back room.” The woman spoke somberly, you knew what she was implying and didn’t hesitate to run down the hall and push open the door.

“He is mine, don’t you dare touch him.” Ripping the restraints of Seokjin who was sobbing eyes wide in fear, “I have his paperwork, my name is on his file, you cannot do this.”

They stopped and you dragged him out to the front paying the pound retrieval fee and dragged Seokjin back to the car. Driving quickly away from the pound as if it would explode. Pulling over by a small park, it was dark and you let your tears fall.

“If you don’t want to stay in the house, I can find you somewhere. You don’t have to have anything to do with me, I won’t force you but I care about you so much and the thought of you being hurt is too much for me to bear. I almost lost you tonight Jin.” You sniffed shoulders shaking as your grip tightened on the steering wheel.

The sound of the two of you sobbing shaking together in the dark. “Jin-”

His hands cupping your cheeks, as he devoured your words. You wondered if he could taste the fear in your mouth. Molding together searching for a feeling as soft as each other’s lips. Hands gripping at one another to ground you, fighting away thoughts of what could have been. Seokjin’s lips pulled back, his eyes opening looking up at you.

He was making sure you were okay, always a gentleman. Pulling him forward again, kissing him until the only reason your chest hurt was due to lack of oxygen. Whimpering when he pulled back once more, your body falling limply against the driver’s seat as you gasped for air. Eyes pressed closed.

“I am sorry for running off. I am sorry for being a burden,” He looked out into the darkness, his hand finding yours and giving it a squeeze. “If you are still happy to have me in the house I am happy to stay. I am sorry I got scared, our kind doesn’t have a good history together.”

“Of course I want you to stay, as long as you are comfortable.” You breathed pulling out your phone and sniffing trying to clear your throat making Seokjin laugh.

Dialing Jimin’s phone number went straight to his message bank and you left a message, the words soft and full of uncertainty. “Hey Jimin, I um… I want to talk about what happened because you are my best friend. I don’t know if you are mad or upset, or why you left but I hope you call me back because I need you.”

Was it delusional to think that he hadn’t left because he found out you were a fox person and had kept it a secret from him? You weren’t scared because you trusted him. The two of you knew everything about one another and he would understand. He would understand why you didn’t tell him. He would have gone to find Seokjin, that’s why he would have left. Driving home you parked in the garage, taking a deep breath today hadn’t gone the way you anticipated.

Phone chiming from the center console you answered, “Hello?” You waited, hearing a sniff and looking once more at the caller ID, “Jimin, are you okay?”

“Talk.”

“Excuse me?”

“You wanted to talk about what happened, so talk,” the passive-aggressive tone in his voice was enough to make you freeze, biting your lip, “I want to hear what you have to say.”

“Why are you mad?”

“Why am I mad?” His laugh is as bitter as Yoongi’s coffee order, making you feel like dirt. “Maybe because my best friend, the person I thought I knew, had been lying to me, all this time. How long did you know? How long did you keep this from me?”

“Okay, I will talk but you are going to listen. You have the right to feel hurt and betrayed. I am not telling you that this isn’t shocking. Yes, I kept it a secret, but it wasn’t just my secret to tell. Everything you are feeling is valid, but if you are making this about you Jimin. You are playing the victim and disregarding my feelings before hearing the whole story.” You took a deep calming breath allowing Jin to gently rub circles on your back.

“I have known for like a week what I am and even then, I still don’t know. I was and am scared, I had no idea what was happening to my body. I was a failed hybrid, neither human nor hybrid, I felt lost and then to here I was a gumiho/kitsune person but also not one either because I was lab-made.” Jimin listened, not saying anything as you had asked, you hoped this was getting through to him. “I was told by Felix that this wasn’t just my secret, that there was a whole race hiding from the humans. He said if the wrong people found out, their lives would be jeopardized.”

“I wasn’t trying to hide it from you, I was waiting to tell everyone together and I thought you would be the one person who would back me up so the others wouldn’t hate me. I never once thought that you would be the one who would be hurt. I thought it would be another thing to strengthen our friendship some more.”

“I don’t want to argue, I found Seokjin in the back room at the pound and I am upset from everything that has happened. Take your time to think things over and if you want to talk you know where I will be.” Jimin’s breathing hitched at the mention of Seokjin in the back room. The idea of hanging up and ending the call felt heavy with the weight of your friendship and all the years you had spent together. Was this the end? A small sob escaped your lips, “I love you, stay safe tonight, I can’t forgive myself if something happens to you.”

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Sly like a… ? Part 23

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Beta: n/a (at the moment)
Rating:All(Marked Chapters 18+)
Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x FailedHybrid!Reader
Genre: Hybrid au, fluff, action, adventure, angst, drama, slice of life. Some marked chapters will contain mature/smut scenes, BUT they will not have plot in those scenes and are 100% skippable without losing your place in the story.

Summary:Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.

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It was hot. Skin damp and head pounding from dehydration. Taehyung clung to you like he was scared to let you go. He had his face pressed to your neck, his warm breath caressing your clavicle. His arms flexing occasionally as he mumbled in his sleep. It was amusing hearing the Hybrid talk nonsense about his dreams, most of it was about the meat he seemed to be giggling and ordering japchae while talking to someone.

Your heat was almost over. Thinking it best to take a precautionary suppressant in case. Swallowing the tablet noticing the blister pack was empty. Writing a note on your phone to purchase some more. Things felt like they had plateaued again. Not in a bad way as if you were stuck in one place unable to move or grow. In a more peaceful and serene way. Where you didn’t want to move, too busy enjoying the scenery. The scenery being the seven Hybrids staggering around the house with tired eyes.

Late night conversations had drained them all emotionally and physically. A slow start but by lunchtime, the house was bustling again. Taking it upon yourself to make lunch, you had enough take-out that the thought was not appetizing. Yoongi took his food back to his room with a polite thank you. He was the most drained from the evening’s discussions.

Hoseok quietly gardened, enjoying the sun and breeze, letting himself recharge with his hands in the dirt, repotting and weeding. Jungkook, Taehyung, and Seokjin were playing Minecraft the soft tranquil music filling the lounge room. Namjoon was on the back porch reading where it was quiet. Leaving Jimin and yourself to work on schedules.

Having to schedule Jimin’s work and your reports around the other boy’s schoolwork. They had completed the necessary tertiary requirements and were eligible during the next semester’s intake. You were processing all the necessary requirements including textbooks and any uniform or equipment fees.

It was after a few emails that you had been notified that you were preapproved for a grant for the program, it was a portion offered to find an appropriate space. Excitedly you began searching for small commercial buildings hoping to find something big enough to accommodate hybrids, classrooms, kitchens and dining halls, and other offices for staff.

Dressing up, Jimin accompanied you to a few realtors and land and property managers. It was a lot of discussion and a few hundred sheets of paper. Your options included buying land and building which was more expensive but allowed you to build exactly what you needed. Or, you could buy a building and make the necessary renovations. 

Cheaper but risking building integrity and safety, the cheaper and older the building required more work and therefore would still cost the same if not more to get it to what you want or need. This was a huge step in the program securing a place was the first step on the way to a full approval of the program.

Reports of the hybrid’s progress were enough for them to see how this program would benefit hybrids and humans alike. Hopefully, you could continue to report the boy’s success and receive another grant to secure hybrid support workers that would be willing to work. Having people like Yoongi on board with the program to help hybrids would shape the perfect program image.

Destroying the harmful stereotypes attached to hybrids and their behaviors and giving them independence. Giving them jobs and homes and getting them off the streets, allowing them access to healthcare and medicine especially suppressants. Creating a safe place. It was all you ever wanted and you could almost touch it.

There was a knock at the door. Seokjin sat up from where he was laying across the rug, he watched you with narrow eyes as you opened the door. The afternoon sun had turned the sky pink and orange making the red in your hair glow softly. Felix stood there, his silver hair brightened as well by the angle of the sun’s rays.

Offering him a seat at the table and some tea he began asking how you had been, you kept things vague. He noticed nodding respectively. “I just wanted to give you this book, I think it will help you learn what we discussed last time”

“Oh thank you, that is super helpful,” you breathed clutching the book in your hands, you were quick to tell Felix about your preapproval for a grant and he hummed. “I think I might have a place you would like. It is big and in good condition, it will need a little bit of renovation, give me some time to get some details and pictures and I will email them to you.”

“Uh… Felix” You grabbed his coat sleeve as he slipped on his shoes by the door, “I um… was talking last night and well I was wondering. I guess it is kind of silly and it doesn’t matter or mean anything but I just feel like I need to say something.”

“Breathe,” He smiled, placing his hand atop your head gently smoothing down your hair, “Tell me anything.”

“I think of you as my father,” You said, “I don’t have any parents and you are the only person who has stuck by me like a parent and you practically raised me.”

“I tell you all the time I see you like my daughter?” He asked, unable to comprehend the meaning behind your words.

“It doesn’t mean I want you to do anything in particular, I don’t need financial support or anything like that I just wanted to know if maybe I could call you my dad?” You looked down at his shoes trying to calm your racing heart. This took so much to speak the words out loud, preparing for a playful rejection.

“You can call me dad and rely on me like a father for anything, you need money, a place to stay, advice, someone to walk you down the aisle. I will take that role, raising you was the best thing I have ever done in all my years.” He was serious, as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “But if you ever think about getting married I have to meet them first to make sure they are going to treat you right.”

You were laughing through the tears swatting the droplets away with the backs of your hands. “Come visit whenever you want… dad”

Softly spoken, you knew his ears would have easily picked up the last word, and judging by his smile he was happy to hear it. “I can never tell you enough how proud of you I am, I will stop by again soon.”

Everyone made dinner and set the table together, the food was abundant. Meats and vegetables and so many side dishes and a soup. Everyone was in good spirits, Jungkook breaking out a monopoly board and the eight of you competed. Curses flying when landing on another’s property and shameless begging and acting cute from sore losses to get out of their debts.

Declaring yourself a monopoly bankrupt, you took the first shower, sitting on Seokjin’s bed with the book you were given. You were reading peacefully feeling like the more you read the more you felt like you were discovering parts of yourself you never knew. Filling out the missing parts. 

Namjoon explained hybrid aspects and details. Whilst the boy’s assured that your feelings were valid and that you weren’t alone. Now this book was explaining the other side of you that wasn’t human or hybrid. Everything was coming together and you felt like you.

The door opened and Seokjin froze his tail fluffing as he let out a high growl before running from the room, standing and heading after him. You saw your ears and tail in the mirror and willed them to disappear. The front door slammed and you knew he was gone. Desperate to go after him you took out your phone calling Felix hands shaking.

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Sly like a… ? Part 22

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Beta: n/a (at the moment)
Rating:All(Marked Chapters 18+)
Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x FailedHybrid!Reader
Genre: Hybrid au, fluff, action, adventure, angst, drama, slice of life. Some marked chapters will contain mature/smut scenes, BUT they will not have plot in those scenes and are 100% skippable without losing your place in the story.

Summary:Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.

Sobbing and shaking in the laundry wasn’t how you wanted to be found by the sweet hybrids. You never wanted to be seen like this. Never once in your adult life had you ever cried in front of anyone. Hiding under the blanket some more suppressing whimpers with your glove soft hands.

“Y/n?” Jungkook’s voice broke. The first to move as the two of you were the longest friends but because he was always good at cheering others up when they were upset. Jimin knelt beside your form, his hands running across your back softly. Their scent in the small room warming the space and lulling you more into peace.

Your tears stopped. The long-awaited breakdown coming to an end with their presence. Namjoon sat atop a small pile of washing, Yoongi joined but sitting on the bench by the laundry sink. Seokjin shut the door behind him and the group sat wherever they could around each other and the small mountain of washing.

The blanket was pried from over your head. Seven pairs of eyes reflecting back at you, some blue some green, and others a bright amber. They were all nocturnal animals meaning they had tapetum lucidum, a layer of specially adapted cells behind the retina that reflect light.

Taehyung had circled behind you and sat against the wall pulling you to a seated position into his lap. Fingers sliding across your palms until he was able to lace his fingers with yours. They all watched as you sniffed trying to calm your breathing from the unexpected emotional exploit.

Jungkook stretched his leg out until his ankle was pressed against yours, like coming out from underwater you registered Namjoon was talking. “It is called nesting and it is what Hybrids do to feel safe. For some hybrids that means going to a small quiet place that smells only like them because their scent is safe and they can relax in that space knowing it is only theirs. Some hybrids calm when they are around their owner’s scent knowing their owner can protect them. In this case, Y/n has decided she feels safe with us. That our scent is calming and grounding for her most likely she has accepted us into a pack mentality.”

“Allowing herself to break down because she knows we will keep her safe,” Yoongi breathed, his hands pulling at his sweater, “I have been studying hybrid behavior lately in class.”

“Exactly,” Namjoon continued explaining techniques to help calm a distressed hybrid. His voice was all you needed. The deep vibrations from his chest as he spoke were doing wonders. Taehyung continued to hug you. Hoseok fixed the blanket over your lap making sure you were still warm.

A little more withdrawn among the other hybrids Jimin watched, paying attention to everyone’s body language. It was like he was looking for a threat. Alongside him Seokjin was tense, shoulders stiff and raised as his eyes bore into the ground; he wasn’t looking at anything in particular but battling with a fusillade of thoughts.

After half an hour you spoke softly, voice hoarse and dry from crying, “we can go now, I am feeling better.”

Shuffling of feet the group stood wrapping their arms around you in a hug, purs, soft growls rumbling and a small yet deep bellow from Hoseok had you giggling a squee escaping making the boys laugh.

“You are cute when you act more hybrid,” Hoseok giggled, making your cheeks flush in the dark. Seokjin opened the door and stepped out, gesturing to the others to follow with a tight smile. Making a mental note to ask him if everything was okay, he seemed to be very quiet and distant, you didn’t want him to be affected by your erratic emotions. Perhaps you would be sure to tell him he didn’t have to carry your burdens as his own.

Everyone has a limit. Some people can take care of their problems while helping others, some people can only take care of theirs and some need help to conquer their own obstacles. A person’s capacity fluctuates just because you need help today doesn’t mean you will need it tomorrow, just because you could support someone ten minutes ago doesn’t mean you can assist multiple people with all their difficulties.

The best thing is knowing your limits and not beating yourself up about respecting them. Not beating yourself up about asking for some strength. One of the many factors that kept you from asking was the dreaded feeling of being perceived as bothersome, tiresome, or repetitive. That people would pull away because you needed so much help.

So bottling up your emotions about being lost in the world, never truly fitting in or knowing where you belong amongst hybrids or humans. It was nice to unpack these emotions even to yourself on the laundry floor allowing yourself to analyze your thoughts and categorize each aspect.

You were placed on the couch pulled quickly against Jungkook’s legs draped over Namjoon’s lap, the two bigger hybrids encasing you. It was time to let out some of these thoughts plaguing your mind.

“Can I talk?” You whispered, “I don’t expect you to solve all my problems or really care but, I wouldn’t mind to just let it out. If you have any points feel free to speak. I just don’t want you all to feel that any of this is your problem. I know you all have so much adversity and things that you really don’t need any of my troubles piling on top.”

“We will listen,” Yoongi said, “If it isn’t too stressful do you mind if I write notes? It makes it easier to make feedback and remember all the aspects? I am studying psychology so I think it will help me put my study and skills into practice.”

It was like a group therapy session bringing up elements of things. Yoongi prompted things and got you thinking about each aspect deeper, pulling closer to the source of your problems. It was nice to hear Jimin’s confirmation, that he too never felt like he had a place. The idea that he was labeled a failure. That he never truly felt whole.

Some other boys agreed that not having a stable home with a mother or father left them in the dark about issues growing up and in a sense lost their safe haven. Jimin brought up his crisis on gender, sexuality, and stereotypes.

“Being labeled as a failure because I wasn’t manly made me feel like I had to push to be more to do manlier things like martial arts. Then finding out I enjoyed dancing and the crisis of doing ballet, a feminine activity, I was then questioned some more. They said I was gay, they said I was transgender they just wanted to label me. But, I think I am just me.”

“You are perfect to me Jimin, I don’t see you as any of those labels, when I look at you I don’t see you as only a man or only as feminine or only as a hybrid.” You ran your hand through his hair, “I don’t even see you as a failure. You are Jimin and Jimin doesn’t have any labels attached except my longest friend and part of my family.”

“I see sexy Jimin, cute Jimin, playful Jimin, sweet Jimin, loving Jimin, strong Jimin.” Added as an afterthought you asked, “Whether you want labels or not they are your labels to pick, because nobody knows you better than you, they can’t hear what you are thinking or feel what you feel.”

“I like being me,” He smiled “And I like what I like.”

“Perfect.”

After the deep and meaningful conversation that ran well into the night, dinner was ordered and snacks were shared among the hybrids along with their deepest insecurities. Yoongi made some notes and smiled asking if we would be interested in having another group discussion in the future. Everyone agreed and as you all stretched ready to retire for bed, hands wrapped around you another group hug shared this one felt different. Like finally everyone had blended together with a common understanding.

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