I Think The Initials Are Wrong In Chapter 1 Of Tonight

I think the Initials are wrong in chapter 1 of tonight

It says MYG instead of KSJ!!

Oh my gosh... I didn't even realize until you told me. Thank you!! 😭💜💜

Tonight | KSJ | Chapter 2

Pair: Seokjin x Hamster Hybrid Reader 

Summary: Dedicating his life to never having another person to count on, to be strong, Seokjin finds himself in the middle of an illegal fighting ring. The person he wanted to erase was just at his fingertips but he was slipping. No, he was leaving. He was accepting a change and he was afraid. 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au, detective, smut, abuse (sensitive topic)

Warnings: abuse, self-harm, self-degration, lots of lying and miscommunications, smuts in some chapters (I’ll put warnings out on those specific chapters:)) 

WC: 2.7K

Taglist: @m00njinnie @hopefulrascalstatesmantoad

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You set a timer.

You had fifteen minutes to get yourself ready and presentable at the table. 

Fifteen was always the most that owners would be generous for. 

So you worked your magic and moved quickly. Your small form allowed you to be more agile, giving you a higher advantage of speed. You quickly got into the shower after ensuring that the pyjamas you were wearing were safe on the counter and would not get wet. You lathered the soap and showered. Coming out of the bathroom, you made sure to fully dry yourself and the bottom of your foot so that you would not have to do extra work of cleaning the wet floors later. Quickly re-entering the bedroom, you shrugged on the clothes that your new owner had left on the bed. Picking up the bra and panties, red-ringed your cheeks as you blushed from embarrassment. God, you were not made for sexual appeal. You didn’t know how to pleasure somebody. 

You were taught housework and fighting. You didn’t know much about sex - if one does not count the times that your previous owner would sell your body off to his ‘friends’ for more money. But you knew, you knew that everybody there was only in it for the money. The money your owner had received from your successful biddings comes in cold hard cash. The money your owner receives when you climb the ranks to become one of the top fighters despite your breed. But you never got anything back. 

You only received more praise from him to help him gain more money.

Again. Money.

Greed. Power. Money. 

These are the three things that every person who steps in that ring wants and has. Greedy, powerful bastards that you hybrids could do nothing against. Their little first-time facades are always in place to ensure that they dig their hooks in so deep into you that you can never leave them. 

You quickly cleaned the shower room, making sure that not a single speck of dust or a droplet of condensation was to be seen on the glass. You fluffed your bed and drew the curtains, hastily making your way out of your room. But the moment you stepped out, you realized that… you didn’t know the layout of the house. 

Essentially, you were lost with two minutes to spare. 

You turned a three hundred and sixty degrees, finding a flight of stairs and bounded down. Luck was certainly on your side today as you found yourself looking right into the kitchen. Turning your head right, you found Mr Park sitting on the sofa, looking at his phone. You stood at the edge of the stairs with your hands clasped tightly in front of you and head bowed, waiting for his order. As the time starts to click and Mr. Park doesn’t seem to notice your presence, you start to sweat internally. 

What if he beats me cause he didn’t see me?

Should’ve just called out to him. 

But we aren’t supposed to talk!

“Y/N? What are you standing there for?” Your eyes tilted upwards, peering through the curtain of your hair. Mr Park was patting the seat beside him. “Come sit. I told your doctor to push back the appointment timing so that we can have lunch together. Come on.”

Hesitantly, you walked over and sat opposite Mr. Park. But your bum didn’t make it to the floor. 

“Hey now,” Mr. Park cooed at you and you turned away. You’ve never been coddled for so long. “There are chairs, don’t sit on the floor.” Mr Park lifted you and brought you around the table, placing you where he intended for you to sit. 

But you weren’t facing the table of food. Guess eating together means -  he eats, you watch. Together. 

Your thoughts were cut off when you felt your hair being combed through and you nearly jerked away from the touch. It took all your self-preservation to not jump out of the seat and hide under it instead when Mr Park’s fingers softly grazed the base of your ears. They twitched uncontrollably as he continued to play with your hair. You sat still, back stiff, as you let him do as you wish. 

“All done!” Mr Park cheered before you saw a flash of light and a picture placed in front of you. Your hand instinctively went to touch your hair. It was indeed braided really nicely. This sudden form of intimacy threw you off guard. All the time as you grew up in both the facilities and under your past owner’s care, there was no one who would show you this level of care. The closest that could come by was your silent friend whose words cut like thorns but don’t bleed. 

You let a small genuine smile lift the corners of your lips. “Thank you.” You bowed your head deeply as you turned to him. 

“Oh, so you do talk!” 

You stiffened. You read it wrong again. 

What a stupid, stupid hamster.

“Well, whenever you want your hair done, come by my room!” Mr Park once again, made you confused. Your head tilted slightly at the implication, trying to find any second meanings in it. You must have made it too obvious as Mr Park corrected, “I’ll do your hair in every single design you want as long as you’re happy.”

You brought your eyes up a little to see Mr. Park smiling down at you. 

Seems… genuine. But you have never been a good judge of your surroundings. 

As you bowed your head again, you suddenly wished that your hair wasn’t tied up so that you could use it to cover your face, giving you a leeway for emotions when you need it. You were once again brought out of your thoughts when you felt cold metal touching your lips. Jerking back, you swung your hand, lashing out at the object, afraid that it would bring you harm. Your fist was quickly caught into another, one that gently caressed the bruised knuckles from your last fight. You tried to wrench your hand away but it held firm. 

You weren’t used to so much affection that it was overwhelming, You needed a break. As you opened your mouth to say something, an object was shoved into your mouth. Your eyes widened in shock as you left your mouth hanging. You didn’t want to eat it. 

Drugged. Drugged. 

You believed. 

Drugged. Drugged.

You vigorously shook your head. 

“It’s not drugged.” Mr. Park finally let go of your fist. “Eat. I promise it’s not.”

You shook your head, tears pooling at the side of your eyes. You didn’t want to. You didn’t want to eat. You didn’t want to cry. But you’ve always been an emotional one. So as your tears started spiling and you tried your hardest to control them, you saw Mr. Park get up from his seat and walk away. 

At least that left you… somewhat alone. 

Seokjin was in shock. He didn’t mean to make her cry. He truly didn’t!

But as he saw the tears stream down your too-hollow cheeks, Seokjin immediately got up, going to find some sort of… comfort item. He thought perhaps he could break your barriers a bit faster - to give you a little more of a push - after he had tied your hair. You had allowed him to do something of such intimacy that he thought it would be okay. He had accidentally brushed against your ears and saw that they had kept twitching. But you hadn’t said anything, so he thought it was okay. And even before that, when you stood at the bottom of the stairs, staring at him. Seokjin had busied himself with his phone so that you wouldn’t feel his attention on you and give you more stress. When you sat on the floor, he picked you up so easily that your weight scared him. 

Granted, prey have a lighter weight compared to predators but fully grown prey females shouldn’t even be of this weight. You were severely underweight it was even a surprise for you to have taken all these years of torture. 

Seokjin stopped in his tracks. 

Torture. 

Oh god. Oh god.

Seokjin bent over on the floor. 

You weren’t okay with what he had done. You were merely putting up with it because you were afraid. You didn’t know what else. This was what they taught you so this is what you do. 

“They always tell us that our whole being is in the control of our owners. Your body and our mind.”

Seokjin cringed. “What?!”

Jimin nodded, looking out of the window. “We are nothing and the only use of us in this society is for what we were bidden to do in the auction.”

“And what was that?” Seokjin was afraid to know. He now understood why Jimin was so frisky around him the first few years. 

“There were many. But at any time, we could always switch the moment our owners say so.”

“Did you even want to study performing arts then?” 

Jimin nodded, “It took me quite a few years to finally understand that I am me and I am okay.” Jimin turned to Seokjin, putting his head on his lap as Seokjin’s hands instinctively went to scratch his ears. “Life became better when Dad found me. Thanks for life, brother. I’m glad to have known what it means.”

Seokjin couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe that he would be so blind as to forget where you came from. So blind as to turn a blind eye to your history. He had pushed you enough. He’ll let you come to him at your own pace. Seokjin got up from his crouched position on the floor and headed back to the living room with a handkerchief and a stuffed animal in hand. You were crouched over the sofa, body shaking uncontrollably. He hurriedly ran over to you, lifting you up from your position. 

One look at you and his heart broke. 

He shouldn’t have pushed you so much. He needed to remember that you were just like an eight-year-old Jimin - absolutely terrified and scarred. Seokjin took an empty bowl from the table and opened your mouth, signalling for you to spit the food out. He wasn’t going to force you to eat it if you didn’t want to. He could pack some in a lunchbox for when you feel hungry later. Placing the stuffed cat in your arms, Seokjin dabbed the handkerchief on your cheeks, soaking your tears. Pushing the loose ends of your hair to the side, he tried to calm you down. Soon, your tears turned to soft whimpers as you fought to intake more air. 

The both of you stayed in that position for a while before Seokjin went back to the kitchen, bringing two sets of lunchboxes in hand. He packed the food in the boxes and kept them in an insulated thermal bag. He could see that you were getting sleepy after the ordeal so he tried to move as quietly as possible, clearing the table and washing the dishes. It wasn’t until Hoseok texted him that he was downstairs that Seokjin walked over to you and poked you awake. When Jimin was younger, Seokjin remembered his mom reminding him to always use this method rather than shake him awake. 

You woke up with the sleepiest eyes and pout that Seokjin couldn’t help but coo at. 

“Come on now, we gotta get going to your appointment.” You slowly got up, not letting go of the cat stuffy and held it by the paw. The way you walked and held the stuffed animal reminded him a lot about Jimin. The cat was his favourite toy and he would always hold it by the paw in the early mornings, refusing to part from it until necessary. He never did grow out of that habit. 

Seokjin carefully led a sleepy you around, careful to not let you bump into objects and by the time the both of you reached the car and he strapped you in, he was already exhausted. He made a side note to never let you walk about just as you woke up. You weren’t even fully awake when walking!

Hobi passed Seokjin his cup of much-needed coffee as he drove off the clinic. Seokjin has chosen the best clinic possible around this area for you. Prices don’t matter if it is for your well-being. The whole ride was approximately thirty minutes and what Seokjin wasn’t yet prepared for was how scared you were of moving vehicles. Seven minutes into the drive, you seem to have finally reimagined enough consciousness that Seokjin asked if you wanted lunch. You looked at him with ultimate fear in your eyes, clutching the toy to your chest. Seokjin had learnt from the situation earlier that you were about to have another drop. So he broke down as many things he could and could not do in this situation. 

No rolling down the windows as the noise might further trigger the drop. 

No hugging cause you were not comfortable. 

No food as you to think it has been poisoned. 

The cat seems to be helping but it looks like its head is about to pop off if you were to squeeze it any harder. It would really hurt to lose that toy. But Seokjin realised that you constantly buried your nose in the toy. 

It contained a fraction of Jimin’s scent. After having passed for four years, Seokjin kept his room as it was, often cleaning it. But his scent was slowly lost from the rooms and his items as well. Not that he would know of it but he was warned by other hybrid owners and the internet that it would happen one day. Just a nice coincidence that you liked the scent of Jimin. It ached his heart to see you clutch the toy for dear life while trying to hang on to some piece of sanity. 

His scent and Hobi’s scent would do nothing for you. 

It wasn’t until Hobi placed an extremely worn-out blanket on the middle of the backseats that Soekjin broke out of his thoughts. Your eyes grew ten times bigger than he had ever seen and lunged for the blanket, snuggling in it, rolling and purring. 

Can hamsters even purr? 

It was more of a chirping sound - a happy sound. 

You had long shifted into your animal counterpart - a winter white dwarf hamster, Seokjin recognised. How in the world did you even… Get here? Your breed was a Russian breed. 

Russia to Korea?

Seokjin took himself out of his headspace as he watched you happily roll around and a small smile lifted the edges of his lips. The blanket had looked quite… familiar but Seokjin shrugged it off to designs. As Hobi stopped right outside the clinic, Seokjin smoothly grabbed you up with the blanket, toy, and clothes. Stepping out of the vehicle attracted a lot of attention from passersby, making you burrow deeper into the blanket. Seokjin, on the other hand, wasn’t fazed. He took a loose edge of the blanket to cover the top of your little burrow, protecting you from the intense gaze of the people around. He walked straight into the clinic with Hobi in tow, the both of them sitting down after registering you in the clinic’s system. 

“Ms L/N Y/N.” The receptionist called out and Seokjin stood up, gaining her attention. “Room 5, please. Dr. Shin will be waiting for you.”

Seokjin thanked the receptionist while turning to Hobi when he said, “Just go, hyung. Little hamster’s health ain’t gonna get any better with you standing here.”

Soekjin sighed. “Do you…” He hesitated. “Do you wanna come in as well?”

Hobi shook his head. “Little hamster and I aren’t acquainted yet. It’s best if I don’t see.” 

Seokjin nodded his head, understanding where his brother was coming from. He had just a sliver of hope that he would agree so that he would have a bit of emotional support when he received your health news. 

“You’ll do fine, Hyung.” Hobi patted his shoulder. “Little hamster is strong too. She’ll be okay.”

Hey everyone, I understand that some of you might be waiting for the next chapter of the KSJ: Tonight fic. It's currently under construction and in slow progress due to a hefty amount of exams piling up these few weeks.

I feel like it wouldn't be fair to have u guys waiting without posting a notice. So here is to tell you that I apologie and the fic will take longer (about a month-ish) to continue. I promise that it will not be left in the backend of the library as an unfinished fic :))

I hope you guys can be patient with me and my writing and in the meantime, check out my other works and keep giving love to the rest of our fellow writers! 💜💜 Thank you

Thank you for tagging me on this! 💜💜

favourite colour : hmm.... I don't really have a favourite but my walls are painted a light shade of dusky pink?

Last song: Hoshi Ni Naru by Islet and Isui in the Memento album by Tayori

Currently reading: Lie With Me by Philippe Besson (again, yes HAHA)

Currently watching: Tadamia, Okaeri

Currently craving: ... Hmm... Good question... Er... Hot cocoa? Something chocolate 🤤🤤

Coffee or tea?: depends on the weather and type of tea. I love a good cup of Pu'er on a rainy day. But when I go school, it's usually coffee. (But I swear, caffeinated drinks makes me sleepy if I'm alr tired so I never drink anything on exam periods 😭😭😭)

Tagging: @yoongiofmine @back2bluesidex @bearr02 @daichiduskdrop @numinousher and whoever stumbles across these posts and would like to do it!! 💜💜

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— 𝜗𝜚 thank u @cosmiiwrites nd @queenofmistresses for the tags, my lovies <3 i love u both

favorite color? pink!! i love pink!! you know the colour of hello kitty’s bow? pink!! my melo? pink!! my socks rn? pink!! did i mention my favourite colour is pink?

last song? someday - from the zombies soundtrack (banger)

currently reading? i finished the hurricane wars by thea guanzon a few days ago so im using this as an excuse to tell you to read it n i loved it so much but im currently starting (only a chapter in) a feather so black by lyra selene

currently watching? i don’t think i am watching anything… i last watched the zombies movies though… (im not obsessed you are)

currently craving? NOODS ugh i could demolish some noodles rn

coffee or tea? yes.

@nebulacrumbs @blooming-crimson-flower @hellsgreatestslut @lilsleepybear1029 @ustulia tag you’re it <3

Is Tonight about yoongi or seokjin???

Tonight is a jinnie fic 😁😁

If you're interested, there is a yoongi fic in my masterlist called 'So What?', you can take a read too!!💜

... I would say this is the final cause the blue was a meant to be thing but like... It makes it look like a draft work 😔😔 ughh-

I drew so many skates recently cause I got into studying the autonomy of figure skates. So there were a bunch of boots from different brands to rigidness and blades. So so so many blades. But it was fun, honestly. I wondered how I never got into learning the autonomy of a skate until so late into my career HAHAHAAA

Though, I still prefer traditional art and still (after so long) have not gotten used to the lack of scratchy feeling from pencil to paper 🫠