All Shall Fear Him |Chapter One|

All Shall Fear Him |Chapter One|

Pairing: Mafia!Yoongi x F!reader

Chapter warnings: kinda angsty (I think), Jin’s being sweet tho

Summary: Everyone has, and should, always feared Min Yoongi. They knew never to one, cross his path and two, make him mad. Oh if ever you made him mad, you better hope to god he’d make it easy on you. One man, however, didn’t understand the reason why this man, ‘the great Min Yoongi’ should be feared. That mistake, costs him his girlfriend, all he can do is hope it didn’t cost her life.

Genre: Angst, Mafia au, smut, eventual fluff…

W.C: 1.3k

A/n: I DID IT! Huzzah! Hope y’all like it, I don’t know how to feel abt it I’m just happy I got something out there. Jin’s honestly gonna be like momma bear or protecting older brother in this series. Gotta love it <3. Enjoy :D

Also, I recommend reading the teaser as its more like an intro to the story, of course if you don’t want to you don’t have to!

Credit to @cafekitsune for the dividers!

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You keep your eyes locked on the world passing by outside of the window, your hands interlocked on your lap to keep them from shaking as tears silently slide down your cheeks. You’ve been in the car for what feels like forever, the seconds feel like hours, the minutes like days as you nervously wait for your new life to begin.

By the time the car pulls up to a fancy, no doubt million dollar mansion, you feel reality truly set in, pursing your lips to hold in a sob.

Your door is opened, and barely a second later you’re pulled out roughly, tripping over your feet as you struggle to keep your balance.

You don’t have time to regain it before the man behind you forces you to move. “Jesus, be careful with her.” You hear someone speak, looking up to see a man coming out of the house with his brows furrowed. The man takes you from the last man’s arms, giving you a moment to get balanced on your feet again before he introduces himself.

“Hi. I’m sorry about him, my name’s Seokjin but you can call me Jin.” You nod, not trusting your voice at the moment. He offers you a smile before leading you to the doors to the giant mansion in front of you.

As soon as you enter, you feel your mouth drop open. The living room is huge, leading to a gigantic kitchen, with 2 hallways on each side and two grand staircases leading to another floor that overlooks the current floor you’re on. You know you shouldn’t be surprised, he’s a part of the mafia after all, there’s no doubt in your mind he makes easy millions, but this mansion is huge.

You don’t have much time to admire it any longer when the man, Jin, starts guiding you to one of the two staircases leading to the second floor.

You take one last look at the downstairs before Jin leads you down one of the hallways and into a room, closing the door behind the both of you. “I’m really sorry about this, the whole thing. It’ll probably be tough here for a while but even if we don’t really know each other, you can always reach out to me, yeah?” You nod, refusing to look at the man.

He sighs, putting on a small smile before leaving the room, closing and locking it behind him. You look around the room, it’s spacious, yet you still feel like you're being locked in a closet, the knowing of the door being locked gets to you more than you’re willing to admit.

Safe to say you feel trapped.

Absolutely, positively, fucking trapped.

You feel your bottom lip wobble as tears begin to cloud your vision. Falling to your knees on the floor before resting completely on the ground and curling in on yourself, muffling your sobs that seem to flow out freely.

—

You’re not sure how much time has passed, or when you finally managed to fall asleep, but when you wake up the sun is starting to set and you can hear voices moving closer and closer to the room.

You scramble to stand up, frantically searching the room for somewhere to hide, even if it won’t do much. You scramble to the closet when you can hear the voices clear as day, slowly closing the door behind you to ensure it won’t make noise.

You sit in the furthest corner of the decently big closet, making sure some clothes are shielding you from the door. You firmly press a hand over your mouth, tuning in on the conversation as best as you can.

Much to your luck, all you can hear is the mumbles of a few different voices, maybe 3.

You close your eyes when you hear the bedroom door being unlocked before the voices quiet down. “Where is she?” Yoongi speaks, sending a chill down your spine. “I locked her in here, she couldn’t have gotten out.” You hear Jin speak. “Then how the fuck is she gone?” Yoongi’s calm demeanor shakes you to the very core as tears begin to slip down your cheeks again.

“She’s probably hiding, Yoongi.” Jin says, taking you by surprise how calm and unaffected he sounds. “Then find her.” Yoongi says, then you hear multiple pairs of footsteps echo around the room.

You squeeze your eyes when you hear the closet door being opened, pressing your hand closer to your mouth to muffle a whimper that slipped past your lips. The man doesn’t seem to have noticed it, continuing to shuffle through the clothes.

You yelp when you’re pulled up, fighting against the man. “I found her!” He announces, dragging you back into the bedroom before throwing you on the floor. You whimper at the force, scrambling to sit up as your gaze shifts between the four men in the room.

“Fuck, Lee, be careful.” Jin growls, his concerned eyes resting on your figure. The man snorts, “I only take orders from Min, Kim.” Your eyes last land on Yoongi who’s sitting on the bed. He holds up his hand as he stares at the three other men present.

“You may all leave.” You suppress a shiver as you look down at Yoongi’s cold tone. You hear the footsteps of the three men move toward the door before it closes and silence envelops the space.

You scoot away when Yoongi stands up, snapping your head up, watching him with wide eyes as he moves closer. You stagger back when he takes a bigger step toward you, seemingly like he jumped, yet you don’t make it far when he leaps forward and grabs your hair, practically falling on top of you.

You yelp, fighting against him to no avail. He tugs harshly on your hair, pulling your head back for a moment and no doubt tugging out some strands making you whimper. “Fucking bitch.” He whispers under his breath, standing up and tugging you with him.

He drags you to the bed, throwing you on to it before getting on top of you. You push against him, smack him, and tug on him, to no avail.

The hold he has on your hair tightens before he lifts your head up slightly only to slam it back down on the bed harshly. “Will you just fucking stop?!” He yells making you sob, squeezing your eyes shut as you weakly push at him. He huffs before letting go of your hair, grabbing your wrists to pin them on the bed instead.

“Now, here’s how this will go, you will respect me, you will do as I say, and you will not try to escape. If you so much as even think about it, there will be consequences. Understand?” You shiver at his tone, a sob escaping your lips as you try to weakly tug your wrists out of his hold.

“I asked you a question.” You move your head to the side when he inches closer. “Answer me.” You whimper when the hold on your wrists tighten. “Y-yes..” you say weakly.

Yoongi finally lets go of your wrists but he doesn’t get off of you, you can feel the weight of his hands being pressed into the bed beside your waist. You risk taking a peak at him only to see his intense gaze still resting on you.

You whimper, pinching your eyes shut and turning your head to the side, curling in on yourself as much as you can under Yoongi. He’s silent for a few more seconds before he finally gets up.

You hear his footsteps echo around the room before you hear a door open, shut, and lock. Sealing you in the room, no doubt for the night if not longer.

You curl up fully, burying your face in your knees as you cry yourself to sleep.

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A/n: Okay to be fair, I’ve had this part done for like, a few weeks..but this chapter was supposed to be longer. I had almost 3k words on it when I hit a writers block with it (just like with sas), and like it’s been almost 2 months since I made that teaser so like I wanted to get sumn out there soon. I also have the first chapter of The mockingbirds song done so I’ll get that out there sometime soon if anyone is interested in it. Thank you for bearing with me with this one though! Love you all mwah!

The last day of 2023 is 123123 (12/31/23)

Safe and Sound |Chapter Three|

Pairing: Hybrid!Ot7 x F!Reader

Chapter warnings: slight angst, mentions of panic attack.

Summary: You have worked at a hybrid rehab and adoption center for years, enjoying being able to help people others only see as their animal side. You thought you might end up taking in one or two, what you didn’t expect however, was to take in 7.

Genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut, non-idol au, hybrid au, strangers to friends to lovers au,

Word count: 1.4k

Member’s hybrid types: Namjoon: Bear, Yoongi: Bobcat, Hoseok: Ferret, Jin: Wolf, Jimin: Red panda, Jungkook: Bunny, Taehyung: Marble fox

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A/n: This chapter is more of a Jimin focus, there will be a new member introduced though 🤫

You made it back to the facility about half an hour before the doctor is set to arrive, walking toward Jimin’s room.

You knock three times before entering, having not gotten an answer, to see Jimin’s back facing you as soft snores leave his lips. You smile, closing the door softly behind you before making your way to him.

You sit down on his bed before shaking him softly, “Jimin.” You whisper, hearing a muffled ‘no’ come from his lips before curling into himself more. You shake him again, earning a soft groan before he stretches his limbs out, turning around to face you.

“Good morning.” You say, getting up off his bed. “Mmph..morning.” He groggily answers, forcing his eyes open as he tiredly stares at you. “The doctor will be here in about 30 minutes so I need you to get up.” You say making his eyes widen.

He slowly sits up, rubbing his eyes before getting out of bed. “I had a girl check up on you, Souyun.” You say, catching his attention as he looks away from the drawer of clothes to your face. “Oh yeah..she said you asked her to make sure I was doing alright..” he says, awkwardly looking away. “Did it make you uncomfortable?” You ask, noticing how he reluctantly shrugs before replying, “I mean it was easier to talk to her knowing she knew you but yeah, a little bit.” He says, grabbing a pair of pants and a t-shirt before walking to the bathroom.

You take a seat on a chair in the room, waiting for him to exit the bathroom when there’s a knock on the door. You get up, heading toward the door and opening it to see the doctor. “Dr. Martin, hi, you’re early?” You say, opening the door wider to let him inside. “You’re here early as well, earlier than you usually are.” He replies, walking into the room when the bathroom door opens, revealing Jimin.

He looks up, freezing at the sight of the doctor. “Hi Jimin, how is your wound feeling?” Dr. Martin asks, waving Jimin over to the bed. “It’s been feeling fine..” he says quietly, making his way over to the bed. When he sits down, he looks over at you, silently asking you to come over. You nod, walking over to stand next to Jimin. You smile reassuringly at him, noticing how a little tension leaves his posture before he looks back at Dr. Martin now unwrapping his waist bandage.

After inspecting the injury, he cleans it a bit before wrapping it again. “Well, seems like your wound wasn’t as bad as it looked, maybe 3 or 4 more days until he should be good to go to the adoption area if he’s ready.”

Jimin’s blood runs cold.

Adoption area?

Already?

No.

No no no.

Dr. Martin excused himself, leaving you and Jimin be.

Jimin quickly grasps onto your hand tightly, alerting you. “I-I’m not r-ready..” he whimpers out, a tear escaping his eye. “Hey hey hey hey.” You kneel on the floor in front of him, wiping his tears. “I-I’m not re-ady.” He whispers, breath coming out harsh.

You get up onto the bed, engulfing him in your arms before thinking twice. Jimin immediately wraps his arms around your waist, clutching onto your shirt and burying his face in your neck as tears stream down his cheeks.

He shakes and sobs in your embrace, murmuring a mix of ‘no’s and ‘I’m not ready’s as he attempts to ground himself.

You slowly sway back and forth, rubbing your hand up and down his back as an attempt to cease his harsh breaths. “It’s okay, you’ll be alright.” You whisper, still holding him close as he nods against your neck.

His breathing gradually slows until he’s taking deep breaths and breathing normally again. As he slowly untangles himself from you, he looks down as he sniffles. “Sorry..I didn’t m-mean to get your shirt all dirty…” he whispers, not daring to look at your face from the embarrassment. “No it’s alright, I’d rather have you get a bit of snot of my shirt than you suffering a panic attack alone.” You say, reaching out for his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze before letting go.

“I’m gonna go, give you a bit of time alone. Let me know if you need me.” You say, standing up before making your way toward the door.

“Y-Y/n?” He calls making you turn around, “yes?” You ask. “Could you e-either stay here or m-me go with you?” He asks, avoiding eye contact and fidgeting with his hands. “Jimin I—are you sure? There’s going to be quite a few people.” You say making him look up, nodding before standing up on wobbly legs. “I-I just don’t want to be a-alone.” He says, walking over to where you stand by the door. “Okay, but stay beside me, alright? I don’t want you to get stuck somewhere in here, it’s a big facility.” You say, gently grabbing his hand, giving Jimin a warm feeling at how you’re wanting to make sure he’s safe. You open the door, closing it gently behind you after Jimin exits.

You first lead him to the employee lounge, having not got your schedule for today yet. Jimin follows you, hiding behind your body slightly, holding your hand tightly.

“Hey, Y/nie!” A voice calls out when you open the door, startling Jimin slightly, clutching your hand close. “Mr. Dubose! Hi! I wanted to know what my schedule was today?” You say, walking toward the source of the voice Jimin now knew as ‘Mr. Dubose’.

“Well you hav—oh and who’s this?” His words are cut off when he sees Jimin behind you, smiling softly at him. “Ah, this is Jimin, he’s gonna be kind of like my little helper today, he’ll be with me while I work.” You say, turning around and smiling softly at Jimin as he peeks at you. “Ah, well you do have to host another hybrid today, he’ll be coming in at around 10:00, so you still have a bit. Until then, you don’t have anything on the schedule. His room is all ready so you don’t have to worry about preparing it.” Mr. Dubose says making you nod, bidding goodbye before leading Jimin out of the room and back to his.

You open the door, letting him in first before closing it behind you. “So do you still want me to hang out with you? Or leave ya be?” You ask, walking over to where he’s perched on the bed. “Can you stay?” He asks quietly making you nod, “what do you want to do?” You ask, sitting beside him on the bed. He shrugs, not entirely sure of what there is to do. “How about we get to know each other more? The simple things.” You say making him nod, liking the idea of getting to know you more. “Do you want to start or me?” You ask, “what’s your favorite color?” He starts, and you don’t hesitate with your answer. “A light purple. What’s yours?” You respond,

“Blue, favorite activity?”

“Anything art, drawing, painting, coloring in coloring books.” You laugh slightly at the last part, earning a small laugh from Jimin.

“Why do you work here?” He asks, genuinely interested. “Well, my dad and I used to have two hybrids growing up, they were my best friends.” You sigh, recalling your happy memories with them. “Hybrid control found them when they were out in our yard and they took them, I still remember hc taking them.. I haven’t found either of them but they’re around my age, 20’s as well.” You sniffle a bit, “I didn’t like how the world saw hybrids, then I stumbled upon this place when hybrid care facilities were finally legal.” You say, wiping a stray tear that escaped your eye. “Sorry.” You say, laughing dryly a bit after.

“Well uh, the hybrid is probably almost here.” You say, getting up. “Do you want to come? Or stay here?” You ask, offering Jimin your hand when he nods, standing up as well. He softly takes your hand in his, walking with you to his door before exiting.

You lead him into the lobby, thinking you’d have a few minutes until you saw a man sitting in the lobby, tail swishing softly beside him. You didn’t know his name, walking up to the man, tapping his shoulder softly. He lifts his head up, smiling at you. “Hi, I’m-” your sentence is cut off by Jimin. “T-Taehyung?” He whispers.

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A/n: I hope you guys like this series so far, I’m trying to make it make sense but I’m still not the best with writing.

All Shall Fear Him |MYG ~ Teaser/Intro|

Pairing: Mafia!Yoongi x F!reader

Summary: Everyone has, and should, always feared Min Yoongi. They knew never to one, cross his path and two, make him mad. Oh if ever you made him mad, you better hope to god he’d make it easy on you. One man, however, didn’t understand the reason why this man, ‘the great Min Yoongi’ should be feared. That mistake, costs him his girlfriend, all he can do is hope it didn’t cost her life.

Genre: Angst, Mafia au, smut, eventual fluff…

Teaser word count: 1k

A/n: I hope this will be good, Yoongi will be kind of a dick for a while, but I promise after a while Y/n with grow on him and he’ll be nicer to her.

Released on September 7th, 2023 read it here

You huff, shifting your gaze from your phone to scanning around the room, attempting to look for your boyfriend. He’d asked to meet you at your favorite restaurant for a date, yet he said he wasn’t going to pick you up, claiming he had something to do.

You smile when you finally see him walking through the doors and straight to you, hiding something behind his back. “Hi, baby.” He greets once close enough with a smile, claiming the seat across from you. “You took so long.” You say with a pout, staring at him.

He sighs before a matching pout breaks out on his face, “I’m sorry. I had to get something.” He says, placing a box on the table before sliding it over to you. You look at him before eyeing the box skeptically. You grab the box off the table, undoing the small bow before opening it.

You gasp, pulling the oh so pretty necklace out of the box, placing the empty container back on the table as you admire the jewelry in your hands. “You like it? The heart” he points to the ruby red heart in the middle of the chain “is made of real ruby.” You look at him with a gasp. He smiles at your shocked expression, standing up and rounding the table, kneeling in front of you and gently taking the necklace from your grasp.

He gestures with his finger for you to spin around, which you comply quite easily, moving your hair away from your neck. Once he attaches each end of the necklace together, he gently pats your shoulder before getting up and moving back to his seat.

—

The rest of the dinner went by good, and quick, and before you know it he’s walking you out of the fancy restaurant and down the street to his car. “Thank you again, for the necklace. And dinner. It was all amazing, baby.” You say, leaning your head on his shoulder as you both walk.

Your boyfriend chuckles, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “Of course, anything for my girl.” He says, giving you a squeeze.

“Cole. It’s been forever. How’ve you been?” You immediately stop in your tracks, peeking behind you to see a man staring at the two of you. “Baby? Do you know him?” You ask, tugging on your boyfriend's suit jacket. He turns around and freezes, holding you tightly to him.

“Namjoon! So good to see you! I’m sorry I can’t stay and chat. I really gotta get me and my girlfriend home.” Your boyfriend rushes out, turning back around and moving to take a step, only to freeze in his tracks yet again.

“Oh-ho I don’t think you’ll be going anywhere.” Another, deep, voice speaks up. You turn around to see another man standing in front of you. You furrow your brows, taking a step back and closer to your boyfriend. “Cole..what’s going on?” You ask, voice quiet with a tremor as you eye both men cautiously.

“What’s going on, sweetheart, is that your boyfriend made a wrong move with me.” You stiffen at the voice. The oh so familiar one you’ve been warned to avoid at all costs. You slowly turn to face the owner of the voice, the man slowly walking out of a nearby alleyway.

“C-Cole.” You whisper, slowly moving behind your boyfriend's back and into the street, dragging him with you as you eye all three men. You keep your gaze lingering on the one man you fear most at the moment.

Min Yoongi.

Said man takes another step forward making you take one back. His eyes flick to the road before he walks forward, making you stagger back and into the street. You trip over something, landing flat on your ass as you stare at the three men with wide, teary eyes.

“See, your sweet, dear ole boyfriend made a mistake with me. Took something very important from me. So, I’ve come to take something important from him.” Your breath hitches as Yoongi takes a few more steps forward, crouching in front of you.

“And that’s you.” He whispers, booping you on the nose. You scrunch your face, maneuvering away from him, making Yoongi frown. “Now, we won’t have any of that.” Yoongi says, grabbing a fist full of your hair and tugging your head forward.

“Ah!” You whimper, pinching your eyes shut. “You belong to me now, sweetheart.” Yoongi whispers in your ear before pulling you up by your hair. You whimper, wrapping your hands around his arm as he drags you to the middle of your boyfriend and the two men.

“Y-Yoongi please, I-I’ll do anyth-” Yoongi holds up a hand, cutting off your boyfriend. “Take this as your one warning. Next time, it’ll be your life I’m taking.” Yoongi says, finally releasing your hair from his grip. You wobble before catching your balance, attempting to make a run for the road. It’s hardly even a second until you’re pulled into someone’s arms.

You scream, punching the man’s arms to no avail as tears make their way down your cheeks. The man walks you back to Yoongi, letting go of your waist only to grip your arms tightly, keeping you in place. “Looks like I’m gonna have to teach you about trying to run away from me.” You shiver at Yoongi’s tone, looking up at him through bleary eyes.

“Aw. Sweet little thing.” Yoongi coos in mock sympathy as he places a finger under your chin, making you hold his gaze. “We’ll be going now.” Yoongi says, looking at Cole. Cole's gaze is directly fixated on you, practically limp in the man’s arms.

“She isn’t yours anymore, Cole, so I suggest you stop looking at her like she is.” Yoongi warns before looking in your direction again, “Namjoon, please escort Miss Y/n back home, I have some other business to take care of. Taehyung, stay behind, you’ll help me.” You take one last look at Cole, seeing his gaze fixated on the ground as his body shakes lightly.

The man, Namjoon, is already pulling you away from the scene by the time you hear a sickening crack, whipping your head around to see Cole laying on the floor, covering his face. You whimper, fighting against Namjoons hold as Yoongi crouches down to your boyfriend. Namjoon moves to block the sight from you, continuing to lead the way to a black car hiding in the shadows.

A/n: as the fic goes on I’ll add more warnings, I kinda (really) suck at warnings from the get-go, so just bear with me with the warnings! If anyone would like to be on a tag list for this fic, feel free to comment, dm me or do an ask 😁

The Mockingbirds song |KTH ~ Teaser/Intro|

Pairing: Hybrid!Taehyung x Hybrid!F!Reader

Summary: You had fled from your old home, your old owner, your old life in hopes you’ll find a better one. You ran as far as you could, as much as you could, until you couldn’t. Left for dead, you have no hopes you’ll make it to see the light of the morning.

Genre: fluff, angst…

Teaser warnings: slight smut (I’m sorry if it’s weird, I’m new to smut writing), blowjob.

Word count: 1.3k

Released on September 16, 2023. Read it here

You hesitantly open your master's door, being enveloped by the smell of musk and cigars as soon as the door is cracked. You fight the urge to wince, stepping in and closing the door behind you, standing in front of it with your head down, hands intertwined behind you. “Come here, Y/n.” You slowly make your way to your master’s bed, standing by him, eyes focused solely on the carpet under your feet.

“You called, Master?” You ask, light and soft, just like he’d taught you. “I did. I have friends coming over today, and I expect you to assist them.” You purse your lips and nod, earning a coo from your master. “Good girl.” You watch the blanket shift on the bed before his feet appear by your own. You feel his fingers slide under your chin, grasping it and tilting your head to look at him.

“There. Now I can see your pretty face.” You hold eye contact, fighting the urge to cower under his intense gaze. “My friends will be here soon, go get ready. Be downstairs in 15 minutes, no sooner, no later, got it?” His grip tightens on your chin, keeping you from nodding. “Yes, Master.” You mumble, earning a smile from him. “Good girl.” He gently shakes your head side to side before letting you go.

— 15 minutes later —

You slowly walk down the stairs, dreading what’s to come. Your skirt barely reaches the middle of your thighs, your top hardly covers your boobs, the low v-neck showing off your cleavage. The shirts sleeves hang off your shoulder, running down to your hands, a thumb hole cut out of the side on each sleeve. You have white socks that match your shirt, they go just above your knees, and black heels that match your skirt. In your hair you have a black bow with white designs holding your hair out of your face.

You hear whoops and hollers coming from a door down further into the house, making your way down to the door. The clicks of your heels echo down the hallway, silencing the voices. You take a deep breath when you reach the door, reaching forward and twisting the knob, gently pushing open the door.

“There she is.” You hear your master speak. You shut the door behind you before standing in front of it, keeping your gaze locked on the ground, hands loosely intertwined in front of you. “Come here, Y/n.” You slowly make your way to the couch your master is sitting on, sitting down beside him. “Now, who’s going to have her first?” You wince at the yelling that immediately starts, the sounds bouncing off the walls doing wonders for your enhanced hearing.

The echoes of ‘Me!’s and ‘I want her!’s make You inwardly wince each time the words are yelled. Your master raises a hand, effectively bringing silence across the room. He doesn’t say anything, simply turns to you and harshly grabs your hair, pulling you to your knees in front of him. You whimper involuntarily, earning a harsher tug on your hair. You purse your lips, holding back any other sound that threatens to leave you.

“Good girl.” You sag slightly in relief when the hand in your hair disappears, instead trailing down your chin. He grips your chin tightly, lifting your head so you make eye contact with him. “You know what to do, Y/n.” He lets go of you, leaning back and intertwining his hands behind his head, his eyes never leaving your face.

Your gaze slowly drops down to his crotch, a slight bulge evident in his black slacks. You shakily reach out, undoing his belt slowly before moving down to unbutton and unzip his slacks. You inhale and exhale deeply before reaching into his boxers and pulling out his cock. You run a shaky hand up and down his shaft a few times before leaning forward.

You hold eye contact with your master as you run your tongue over his tip, earning a small sigh from him. You slowly sink down his length, keeping your eyes trained on your master. You sink down until your nose is snug with his groin, his pubic hairs tickling your nose. Your throat constricts around his length earning a throaty groan from your master.

He reaches a hand down, grabbing your hair and pulling you almost all the way off his length, holding you still as he thrusts up into your mouth. You gag as spit spills from the corner of your mouth, tears building up in your eyes, sliding down your cheeks. You gag harshly when he pulls you down snug against his groin, his cum sliding down your throat. Your master lets out a throaty ‘fuck’ before he finally lets you go. You cough as soon as you remove his dick from your mouth, gasping for air when you’re pulled up. “My turn.” A voice says, pulling you to another couch.

When he sits down your master speaks up, “Now, I like to give my friends privacy when they have bought time with my hybrid.” He says, getting up from his spot on the couch. He walks over to you and his ‘friend’, gesturing for the both of you to follow.

He leads you out of the door and further down the hallway, to a room he keeps locked. He pulls a key out of his pocket, and unlocks the door just as you take a deep breath.

‘It’s now or never.’ You think to yourself.

You whip around to your masters ‘friend’, kneeing him in the crotch before turning toward your master. He’s already turned toward you, reaching for your neck, gripping it harshly. You wrap your hands around his arms, struggling to gasp for air. You mentally encourage yourself before reaching to his face, desperately clawing at him, making him release you almost immediately. “Fuck!” He screeches.

You stumble, gasping for air before turning and shifting, scrambling down the hall. Your claws skid against the floor as you run to the kitchen and out the doggy door. You run straight toward the fence, mentally gathering the courage before jumping as high as you can, leaping over the fence. You land on the floor harshly, pain coursing through you as you stumble. You whip your head back at the sound of the back door opening, scrambling to stand up before making a run for the forest.

“You fucking bitch!” You only run faster at the booming voice, your paws heavy on the forest floor as you run as fast as your legs can take you. You weave through trees, turning every which way, moving deeper and deeper into the trees. You jump at the faded sound of a gunshot ringing through the air, more following suit. You make the mistake of looking back, missing the root that curves out of the ground.

You trip.

You fall.

And you roll.

Whimpers fall from you as you tumble and tumble down a hill, roots and trees hitting you, pushing you further and further down. You shift to human, desperately clawing at the ground to no avail, the steep hill seems to never end, flat ground never reaching your feet as you fall, and fall, and fall.

Then you stop.

The world stops spinning.

Your back is finally touching the ground.

The cold, hard, wet ground.

You gasp, tears cloud your vision as you attempt to turn to your side. You let out broken whines, clawing at the ground in hope of moving yourself. To where? You’re not sure. Anywhere that isn’t near that man.

You barely manage a few inches before your body gives up on you, falling limp against the ground. Your eyelids grow heavy, your head throbs, your limbs burn. You mumble something not even you can understand, finally letting your eyes glide shut.

A/n: I hope you’ll like this fic (series? Still not sure yet.) I know I have three out there right now, but I need variety, it’s hard for me to focus on the same task 😅 (in this case fic.) if anyone would like to be on a taglist for this feel free to dm me, or comment!

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Safe and Sound |Chapter Five|

Pairing: Hybrid!Ot7 x F!Reader

Chapter warnings: None :)

Summary: You have worked at a hybrid rehab and adoption center for years, enjoying being able to help people others only see as their animal side. You thought you might end up taking in one or two, what you didn’t expect however, was to take in 7.

Genre: Fluff, angst, eventual smut, non-idol au, hybrid au, strangers to friends to lovers au,

Word count: 2.4K (damn that’s new)

Member’s hybrid types: Namjoon: Bear, Yoongi: Bobcat, Hoseok: Ferret, Jin: Wolf, Jimin: Red panda, Jungkook: Bunny, Taehyung: Marble fox

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A/n: it’s finally out! I finally got around to it! I’m so sorry that there tends to be such wide intervals between each post, but I’m hoping I’ll get to a steady posting time soon. New member, woohoo!

You bid goodbye to Jin, heading over to Taehyung’s room to check up on Jimin and Taehyung. You hear laughter from the room as you approach it, making you smile.

You knock, mumbling a “Knock knock,” loud enough for them to hear, waiting for the door to open. You hear some rustling before the door is opened revealing a pouting Jimin. You pout back, “Hey, Jimin. I’m sorry I didn’t come by earlier, I had to take care of another hybrid.”

His face seems to fall slightly at that, yet he immediately puts on a small smile, nodding in understanding before welcoming you into the room. “Hey, Taehyung. How are you holding up?” He smiles, “Pretty good, better than I thought I would.” You smile.

Jimin takes a seat beside Taehyung on the bed, patting the spot beside him for you to sit as well. You make your way over, sitting down with some space between you, “Are you going to be able to hang out?” Jimin asks, looking at you with puppy dog eyes.

You chuckle, “Yes, I can hang out until dinner.” Jimin smiles widely, earning a smile from you. “Let’s play something!” Jimin chirps. “Like what?” Taehyung asks, laying down on the bed, “Umm..” Jimin pouts, trying to think of a game. “I can always get a board game?” You offer, standing up.

“Do you both want to come with me to pick out a game?” Taehyung nods, yet Jimin seems reluctant. “It’ll be okay, Minie. Don’t worry.” Taehyung assures, gently taking his hand and standing up with him.

You lead the way, shutting the door behind the three of you before going in front again, taking them to the gaming area of the building. Jimin’s eyes widened in curiosity at the amount of board games and electronic games, watching the hybrids playing numerous games on different consoles.

You turn and see the longing in both Taehyung and Jimin’s eyes, bringing a smile to your face, “Do you wanna play here? There should be a free console for the two of you.” Jimin jumps, turning to look at you quickly with slight embarrassment while Taehyung nods viciously.

Taehyung starts to drag Jimin to an available console, tail wagging slightly behind him. You follow behind closely, staying especially close to Jimin when Taehyung lets go of his hand to grab the controller. Jimin turns to look at you before looking back at Taehyung, seemingly reluctant.

You wordlessly guide him to the couch Taehyung’s made himself comfortable, sitting him down and grabbing a controller, handing it to Jimin. You sit down beside him, grabbing the remote and turning on the Tv, “What game do you two want to play?” You ask, getting up and walking to the games.

“What are the options?” Taehyung asks excitedly, walking over to look over the games with you. “Ooo this one!” He grabs a game before trotting back to the console, opening the case and popping the disc in. You walk back to the couch, reclaiming your spot beside Jimin.

Taehyung watches the tv with his brows knitted together, unsure of what to do when you step in, “Want help?” Taehyung turns to you, nodding with a pout. You chuckle, standing up and moving to sit by him, gently taking the controller from his hands. You guide him through what to do, starting him in a game with only him and Jimin to start.

You peek at Jimin to see him timidly shifting his gaze from the Tv to the controller in his hands. You smile, getting up and squeezing between Taehyung and Jimin, “Use this trigger to shoot, and aim with this joystick.” You slowly guide them both through what the buttons, triggers, and joysticks can be used for, watching as they try, and successfully, learn to play.

It doesn’t take long for the two to start laughing, hunting each other down, attempting to kill each other. When the round ends you’re smiling while Taehyung and Jimin are laughing. They start another round and you pull out your phone, letting out a small huff at the time. Dinner time. You’re about to tell the boys when the door opens and someone yells “Dinner!” Making everyone stop what they’re doing and make their way to the double door.

You stand up, turning to look at the boys now sporting pouts as they stare up at you. You giggle, “You can always come back tomorrow.” Jimin’s pout deepens, “You won’t hang out with us tomorrow?” You shake your head. “Tomorrows my day off.” You pout back at him. Jimin whines before getting up, tugging Taehyung with him to stand by you. “Then the next day?” Jimin asks, staring up at you with puppy eyes, “I’m off the day after tomorrow, too. I'm off on the weekends.”

Jimin whines, grabbing your hand with his free one, the other holding onto Taehyung’s hand. “But you’ll be back Monday, right?” You nod, “I will.” Jimin smiles at that, leading both you and Taehyung out of the game room before you take the lead, guiding them to the cafeteria.

You feel Jimin let go of your hand, turning to see him clutching to Taehyung as he eyes the full room wearily. You give Jimin a reassuring look before you lead them to the front to get their food. “This looks good.” Taehyung comments as he stares at the food, hit tail wagging slightly behind his back. You smile, stepping out of the way so Jimin and Taehyung can grab their food.

Once they both have their food you walk them to a table before bidding goodbye, walking around the room with a few other employees.

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“Do you really have to go?” Jimin whines, leaning his head against the door frame as he looks at you expectantly. “Yes, I’m sorry Jimin. I have to get groceries.” Jimin pouts at this, pushing himself to stand upright before he walks up to you, looking at you tentatively before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close, resting his head on your shoulder.

You smile wrapping your arms around his shoulders and squeezing him softly before running your hand up and down his back.

After maybe a minute Jimin finally lets you go, looking up at you with a pout before he turns around and makes his way to Taehyung. You sigh when he lays on Taehyung’s shoulder, pout still on his lips.

You give them both a small wave before you close the door, walking down the hallway to the employee lounge to grab your belongings.

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You groan, lifting your arm up to make the grocery bags slide back up your arm when movement out of the corner of your eye catches your attention. You turn your head to see another, smaller, head with fluffy ears on top peeking around a trash can, staring at you. You take a step toward it, watching as it takes a step out as well. “Hi buddy.” It takes another step, showing half of its body, the other half still covered by the trash can.

“You look like a pretty kitty.” The cat does something akin to a nod before stepping out fully, walking down the alleyway toward you. You take a step forward, crouching down and setting down an armful of grocery bags with a groan before sticking the now unoccupied arm in its direction. It sniffs your hand before rubbing his head on it, turning to drag your hand down the rest of its body.

You bring your hand back up to scratch its head, smiling when his eyes close and a purr builds up in its chest. “Oh, are you hungry?” The cat cracks its eyes open to stare at you, huffing when you pull your hand away to instead dig in one of the grocery bags on your other arm. Your smile widens when you finally spot the chicken, opening the bag and tearing off a piece before pulling it out of both the bags and offering it to the cat.

It grabs it before practically scarfing it down and looking back at you while licking its lips making you frown. “How long have you been alone, sweet thing?” You ask as you reach into the bags again, tearing off a few decent sized chunks before setting them on the ground in front of the cat. The cat quickly eats it before looking at you again.

You pout, reaching out and scratching behind its ear, “I gotta go, buddy.” The cat looks at you, walking toward you and rubbing against your knee. You bite back a whine as the cat starts to circle your body, still rubbing against you, “I’m sorry but I have to go.” The cat sits in front of you again, looking at you before hanging its head and turning around.

The action tugs at your heartstrings as you watch with a deeper pout as it slowly circles the trash can again. “Fuck Y/n, what is wrong with you..” You whisper, “Hey buddy? How would you like to come home with me?” You watch as the cat's head whips around the trash can, staring at you. You smile when it practically runs over to you, rubbing against your knee before you stand, grabbing your grocery bags and sliding them onto your arm.

“My car isn’t far away, so you won’t have to walk long.” The cat looks up at you before walking ahead with a pep to its step making you smile.

You giggle when the cat continues its way down the sidewalk, not seeming to notice that you stopped until you call out to it, “Where’re ya goin’?” The cat stops and turns around before hurrying back to you.

You laugh as you open the backseat door, setting down the grocery bags to give some relief to your arms before shutting the door and crouching down to the cat. “Can I pick you up?” The cat rubs against your hand, and you take it as your consent to reach down and pick it up carefully. You open the passenger side door and set it down on the seat, giving its head a few pets before shutting the door and rounding the car.

“I wonder what breed you are, sweet thing.” You think out loud after you’ve been driving for a few minutes. You take a quick peek at the cat to see it already looking at you. You really need to figure out its gender instead of calling it…well…it. “What’s your gender, sweetheart?” You ask when you reach a red light, turning your attention to the cat whose attention is already on you.

“Are you a girl?” The cat growls, just a small, short, growl as if telling you no. “Boy?” The cat starts purring, closing (what you’re guessing) his eyes. “Boy it is.” You say with a smile, focusing on the road again when the light turns green.

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You set down the last bag with a huff, turning around to see the cat sitting in the doorway to the kitchen, staring at you intently. “You can go explore if you’d like, I just need to put away my groceries.” The cat's short tail does a small flick before turning around and making his way to the living room. You smile, reaching down and grabbing some of the groceries from the closest bag to you.

When you finish, you grab a few chunks off of the chicken you got, putting them on a plate. You take the bags and hang them up by the door before making your way to the living room. “Kitty?” Where’d you go buddy?” You call out, scanning over the living room before crouching down and looking under the couch. You find no sign of your new furry friend so you get up, scanning over the living room again before turning and heading down the hallway.

“Kitty?” You call out, poking your head into the guest bedroom and bathroom, finding no sign of him. You make your way to the end of the hall, pushing open the last door, scanning the bedroom before walking in. “Kitty?” You call out, huffing when you get no response.

‘Maybe he’s upstairs.’ You think.

You leave the bedroom, closing it behind you before making your way upstairs. “Kitty Kitty.” You call out, hearing a soft meow from your room at the end of the hall. You smile, making your way to the door and pushing it open, seeing your new furry friend sprawled out on your bed. “I see you got comfy.” You say with a giggle, making your way to the bed to sit beside him.

He gets up, rubbing his head against your arm as his soft purrs start echoing in your room. Your smile widens, reaching down to scratch between his ears. “Are you hungry, buddy?” You ask, setting down the plate of chicken in front of him. He looks at you once before focusing back on the chicken, eating it a bit slower than he had earlier.

You yawn, falling back onto your bed with a sigh, letting your eyes slide shut for a moment. “God I’m tired, Kitty. What do you say we go to bed, hmm?” You ask, turning to face said cat.

He rubs against your arm, and you take it as his way of giving you a yes. “Okay, I just gotta get ready, alright?” The cat gives you something weirdly akin to a nod, yet you brush it off, getting up and walking to your bathroom.

When you return, the cat is lying partially on a pillow and partially on the bed making you giggle at the sight, making your way to the unoccupied side of the bed. As soon as the cat feels your weight dip the bed, he lifts his head up, staring at you. You smile, scratching his head before plugging in and setting your phone on the nightstand and getting comfortable.

Once you find a comfortable position, you let your eyes glide shut with a content sigh, snuggling into your pillow. You hear purring before you feel a head bump into your arm bringing a small, tired smile to your face.

“Come on, Kitty.” You say, lifting up your arm so he can cuddle into your body. He does so almost immediately, circling into a ball by your chest as louder purrs echo on the walls of your bedroom. You’ve never heard a cat with such loud, and powerful, purrs before.

You brush the thought down, too tired to focus on anything else besides sleep at the moment. It doesn’t take long before your new furry friends purrs lull you into sleep.

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A/n: Y/n was a bit dumb with the whole cat ordeal but Y’know, I wanted her to think of him as a cat for now, even if it is pretty obvious he’s a wild cat