Hey Everyone, I Understand That Some Of You Might Be Waiting For The Next Chapter Of The KSJ: Tonight

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

Tonight | KSJ | Masterlist

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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:)) 

Total WC: (to be written after series)

Taglist: @hopefulrascalstatesmantoad @m00njinnie @svnbangtansworld (open)

Teaser 1

Teaser 2

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

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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!!💜

Tonight | KSJ | Chapter 3

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

WC: 2.9K

“So here are her prescribed medications. The dosages are stated on the stickers on the packets and these are the pills for her upcoming heat.” The rejectionist goes through each medication with Seokjin. “I heard that you had a male hybrid before?” 

Seokjin nodded.

“Right, so heats are similar to ruts. Essentially the same thing, just a different name for a different gender.” 

Seokjin nodded. 

“Based on how long Ms L/N has recounted her last heat, the injection today is to try and stabilise her hormones. Therefore, it may induce an early heat. Ultimately, it should arrive in about a week or so.” The receptionist handed Seokjin some brochures. “So the total for today would be $357.”

Seokjin was quick to complete the transaction and take you out of Hobi’s arms again. He could sense from the time you got injected, that you were getting angsty. As Hobi drove back to the apartment, Seokjin was sifting through your medications again, reading them carefully. He grasped a few things from learning from Taehyung about medicines. He came across the brochures and the box of heat suppressants. 

Seokjin vaguely recalled Jimin using them but Jimin never did like to. He often took rut leaves and then extra classes once they were over. He recalled Jimin saying that they often make his after-rut hormones haywire. So as Seokjin stared at the 10 centimeters by 2 centimeters box in his hands, he wished that Jimin was still here with him to help him through the choices. But even more, he wished that you had somebody to confide in and wished to see Jimin happy with another hybrid one. 

Seokjin may be ‘allergic to seriousness’ as he likes to tell others but when it comes down to certain people and situations, he would be all on board for it. Hybrids have soulmates. They say due to the constant cross-breeding that they have a lesser chance to find their own nowadays. Jealous as he may be, Seokjin had always wished for Jimin to find his. A day that could have been celebrated with all the joy in the world vanished in the blink of an eye. A future of everything burst into flames that very moment Seokjin had allowed him to go out. 

Your fault. 

Yes, it was. 

Death threats hung high for Jimin but he had always looked into the future more than the past. He had worked harder than Seokjin had ever seen anybody work. And he still allowed him to go out when the whole world was against him then. Seokjin rubbed his face and sighed into his hands. Peeking through his fingers, he saw you looking up at him, nose constantly twitching.

Seokjin brought his hands down and held his palm up to you. Surprisingly, you accepted it and jumped into his hold, letting him stroke you from head to snout.  Your small body vibrated in his hold and he was a little worried about how much you could take before a limb popped out of place. But he was glad that you allowed him to even come close to you despite the mishap he had with you earlier in the day. He has to find a way to make it up to you for that situation. 

As Hobi stopped the car outside the private lift, he turned around and asked, “Need any help, Hyung?” 

Seokjin shook his head. “All’s good. Thanks for driving.”

“No probs. Call if you need.”

Seokjin nodded his thanks, scoping all your belongings together with him. By now, you had made your way into the snugly hoop of his hoodie. Seokjin could feel your weight pulling and was very much aware of your consistent breathing against his back. Silently, he opened the front door,  placed your clothes on the edge of the sofa, and set the medication in their respective boxes. Sifting through the groceries in the fridge, Seokjin decided to whip up a quick makguksu(막국수). 

Seokjin placed a pot of water on the induction cooker and took out all the ingredients he needed. Bell peppers, cabbage, carrots, chicken breast, and more. First, he made the sauce for the noodles by adding red chilli powder, chicken broth, onion, pear, radish, soy sauce, sesame oil, yellow mustard, more salt, Maesil syrup, and of course sugar to combat the saltiness. He mixed them all together and placed them in the refrigerator after wrapping them. The now fully boiled chicken breast sits in the bowl Seokjin placed it in to cool down. He quickly gets to work by tearing the chicken into thin slices and chopping the vegetables. The buckwheat noodles were then flung against the wall and yes, they stuck. 

So Seokjin washed them under cool water and plated them in a low bowl. Taking the sauce out of the fridge, Seokjin drizzled it over the ingredients and with a flourish, garnished it with a single coriander. He placed all the dishes in the sink before bringing the bowls into the living room. Setting a cup of mixed berry juice for you, Seokjin returned to the kitchen to pick his soju-flavoured poison for the night. As he sat on the sofa, he slowly plucked you from the hood of his hoodie, setting your now fussy being on the carpet. Your teeth chittered together and you squirmed around, a voice of disgruntled leaving your maw. 

“Come on now… Dinner, dinner.” Seokjin mixed your noodles. You whined, shifting into your human counterpart so as to have a proper meal. 

You had learnt to understand Mr Park a little more during your visit to the doctor’s. 

He had a calico cat hybrid that was coincidentally named Jimin and had passed away a few years ago in a car accident. Mr Park did not go into details of the accident but you could feel the sorrow leaving him in waves. 

He must have really loved his hybrid. 

He had explained to the doctors the situation of your bidding and the triggers he thinks you have - which are surprisingly accurate that you didn’t even know them yourself. It was only when the doctors took you out of your little cocoon in the blanket that you hissed at them. Mr Park started placating with you, trying to give you the toy instead but you outright refused it. You wanted the blanket. You wanted to burrow in it. Sink in the oh-so-familiar scent. The cat was covered in the same exact scent. 

Jimin, Jimin, Jimin. 

Your silent bestfriend.  

No, no. It couldn’t be. 

You refused to believe that the highest possibility was him until you had hard evidence. 

Mr Park managed to somewhat calm you down but the moment they brought out the needle, started to grow fussy and move about. You didn’t want to be injected with any more synthetic hormones. You wanted to be normal.

Is it so hard to ask? A normal life?

You bit the doctor’s finger as you scurried away, jumping right back into the folds of the blanket when you were suddenly ripped away from it again. 

No, no, no. 

You fussed, pushed, bit, scratched, anything and everything. A loud yell stops you dead in your tracks. Looking up, you saw Mr Park holding his fingers in a fist. You whimpered. You didn’t mean to. 

Sorry, sorry, sorry. 

You whimpered louder, trying to convey your message. You were suddenly yanked back and you panicked. Just then, Mr. Park stopped the doctors. 

“Enough.”

Nobody moved. 

Mr. Park walked over to you and scooped you up, wrapping the blanket over you like it was your safety blanket. You relished in the familiar material you had known for forever. Mr Park placed you down together with you wrapped up cosily in the blanket and placed the stuffed cat in front of you as well. 

“These injections are to help you regulate your hormones. With all the synthetic hormones that did not belong to your type constantly being pumped into you, your side effects act up so often that you don’t even realise them. These few jabs will help neutralise most of them and then we will leave the rest to nature’s work, yeah? One is for flu, one is for general viruses in hybrids, and the last one is for regulation.” Mr Park held out the finger you bit him on, placing it in front of you. “Deal? I promise there are no more than three shots and none of the reasoning I haven’t already listed out.” You placed your tiny paw on his finger. 

Truce.

The doctors have done a quick work at giving you the respective injections and just like Mr Park had truly promised, there was no more than three. You were quick to get drowsy in the warmth of Mr Park’s hoodie that it blinded you when he picked you out of it. 

You were not truly awake and had trouble lifting the spoon without your head almost falling into the bowl any second. It wasn’t until you felt something at your lips that you instinctively squinted up. The nudge on your lip was enough indication for you to open your mouth. 

Eat.

You could’ve moaned at how good it tasted - hopped high enough to be thought of as a bunny - if you had enough energy. Now, you gave Mr. Park a sleepy nod. If the food was poisoned, at least you would die with a happy, delicious last meal. You were much too tired to care right now. Mr Park continuously fed you until you stopped him, mouth full of food you have yet to swallow as you were too full. You heard soft chuckles coming from him. 

“Okay. I’ll finish the rest. Eat what you have in your mouth and you can sleep.”

Sleep.

Sleep sounded amazing indeed. 

You had woken up on the sofa in the living room with a few more blankets on top of you. Mr Park was nowhere to be found and the room was pitch black. As a hamster, your animal counterpart is nocturnal and sometimes it comes in extremely handy. Unfortunately, it was not a skill you like to have during rainy days. The curtains of the living room were not closed and as lightning struck too close for comfort, you got a full view of it. The sudden attack of bright lights blinded you as heavy thunder echoed through the house. You squeaked out, burying yourself under the covers in an attempt to block out the noises. The rain got heavier and the harsh sounds of raindrops hitting the roof and window sills had you vibrating under the layers. 

As the next lightning struck, you sprinted out of your shell and bounded over to Mr. Park’s room. You had wished that you wouldn’t give in so easily but there was nothing about Mr. Park that made you feel… unwanted.

For now. 

You knew as time passed, things would go back to how they were with all your other owners. However, you’ve always treasured fond memories with humans, giving you a serving reminder that there is still good in people. 

Situations can never say how a person may react. 

Perhaps because you were hip-to-hip attached to one of the most empathetic hybrids in the facility while growing up, but you never changed your point of view of people. Yes, as situations start to deteriorate, you learn to close yourself up but when you meet new people you always try to be as open as possible. As the thunder boomed, you squeaked, jumping in the air. Hurrying your steps, you were glad to have found Mr Park’s door open. Quickly sliding through the tiny gap between the wall and the door, you rounded circles on the floor with your blanket in tow. Making quick work of a makeshift bed, you huddled in your little barrier and fell back asleep. 

At least you had some form of comfort that you weren’t alone in the storm. 

The second time you were woken up was by the feeling of being lifted up. You felt your head roll between two large palms that placed you on a soft cushion before leaving you. You recognized the heavy scent the place permeates. 

Fig and cedar - a woody and calming scent. 

Mr Park’s scent. 

You snuggled deeper into the silky material you were placed in you let yourself be pulled back into the dreamland. 

Seokjin had woken up in the middle of the night when thunder struck, his sleep-muggled brain only thinking about you. Only to nearly step on you as he found you cuddled up beside his bed. Seokjin had carefully picked you up, trying not to wake you, and placed you onto his pillow. Switching his pillow so that you’ll have the one he just laid on, he adjusted the blankets around you and fell back asleep. 

Now, Seokjin was in the process of making breakfast. Well, attempting to make breakfast. It isn’t that he can’t cook but rather he doesn’t know what to cook. He isn’t sure of your allergies, your likes and dislikes, your absolutely loves and hates. Sighing, Seokjin decided to just whip up simple souffle pancakes with some strawberries on the side. 

Seokjin quickly took out all the ingredients he needed - eggs, sugar, milk, almond flour (for easier digestion), and baking powder. 

Seokjin first separated the egg yolks from the egg whites, leaving the remaining unused egg yolks wrapped up in the fridge. He wished the egg yolks with sugar while slowly mixing in the milk. Proportionately sifting the flour and baking powder of the mixture, Seokjin made sure there were no clumps. Then, he placed the egg whites and baking powder in a mixer, slowly whipping them while adding sugar to make a glossy, thick meringue. Taking a third of the meringue, it was placed into the bowl of yolk mixture and Seokjin folded it in until a pale yellow colour. He repeated the process with the remaining meringue. 

Bending down, Seokjin took out a pan from the cabinets, hauling it up with the lid. After heating, he spread a thin layer of oil on the bottom of the pan. Then using an ice cream scooper, he scooped the batter on the pan in batches. Placing the lid over, it cooked for four minutes before opening to add another batch of batter on top of the current one and repeat the process of cooking. After another five minutes, Seokjin flipped the pancakes around and left them to cook for another four minutes. 

Carefully taking them out, Seokjin placed the washed and dried strawberries on top of the pancakes. Deciding that blueberries would do the colouring well, Seokjin took out a box and plated the sides. Only after deciding that they looked good did Seokjin throw the dirty dishes in the sink and head up to wake you. But you weren’t where he left you and he started fricking out, rushing into your room to find you dressed and… struggling to tie your hair?

You had turned to him with wide eyes, hands in your hair, trying to re-arrange them. Guess you were having a bad hair day. Seokjin willed his heart to calm down as he chuckled, slowly walking over to you, hands at his sides. 

“May I?” Seokji gestured to your hair. He didn’t want to overstep your boundaries again. 

You nodded. 

Seokjin braided your hair simply. During the whole time, you were fidgeting with your blankets and your dress, constantly biting your bottom lip. Seokjin’s hands landed on your shoulders after he finished braiding your hair and said, “Stop biting that lip, ham.”

Your brows furrowed. “Ham?” You asked him with the cutest pout on your lips. 

“Yep. It’s easier than two syllables ‘HamHam’ so just ‘Ham’.” 

You looked confused. Where did this come from?

“I am a hamster not a piece of ham.”

Seokjin burst out laughing. “Isn’t it shorter for Ham instead of Hamster?” Seokjin couldn’t stop laughing. You sounded so… pouty. 

“I am not a piece of ham!” 

Seokjin wiped his tears. “Of course, Ham.”

You huffed and jumped out of bed, completely forgetting why you were nervous before. Seokjin was glad to have managed to take your mind off some things. 

“Come on. I made breakfast and we will leave after that.”

“Leave?” You were back to looking scared. 

“Yes. We need to get you a new collar. A comfortable one.” Seokjin explained, hoping that you would understand the need. He hopes that one day, hybrids will be able to walk freely and be their own person rather than having to be dependent on ownership to survive. But for now, it is important for him to stake a claim on you so that you don’t get unnecessarily attacked. 

You nodded and the fumbling of your hands was back. 

“What’s wrong?”

You were hesitant. “Ehm… Wha…What’s for breakfast?”

“Souffé pancakes!” Seokjin beamed. “With as much whipping cream and maple syrup as you want. Of course not forgetting the side of strawberries and blueberries - wait, are you allergic to them?”

You shook your head. 

“Nice!” He held out a hand for you and almost swooned when you accepted it. “Let’s go!”

Hi everyone!!

Sorry for skipping the updates. Unlike Yoongi's fanfic "So What?" This series has not been completed. However, all the chapters posted have been edited and checked. It's currently the peak examination period and I will not be posting as often. This series will be updated every Monday only.

I will try to finish the series amidst the piling reports but no promises for now. I'm sorry 😭😭

One thing for certain is that I will try to give you the best I can:) I hope you all enjoy this series! Thank you for all the love you have given Yoongi's fanfic "So What?" as well. As for the oneshots usually posted on Thursdays, I have a few ready but in need of dire editing. So I hope you guys can give me some time and stay tuned for upcoming works.

Thank you for your patience and support!! 💜

Tonight | KSJ | Chapter 3

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

WC: 2866, ≈2.9K

“So here are her prescribed medications. The dosages are stated on the stickers on the packets and these are the pills for her upcoming heat.” The rejectionist goes through each medication with Seokjin. “I heard that you had a male hybrid before?” 

Seokjin nodded.

“Right, so heats are similar to ruts. Essentially the same thing, just a different name for a different gender.” 

Seokjin nodded. 

“Based on how long Ms L/N has recounted her last heat, the injection today is to try and stabilise her hormones. Therefore, it may induce an early heat. Ultimately, it should arrive in about a week or so.” The receptionist handed Seokjin some brochures. “So the total for today would be $357.”

Seokjin was quick to complete the transaction and take you out of Hobi’s arms again. He could sense from the time you got injected, that you were getting angsty. As Hobi drove back to the apartment, Seokjin was sifting through your medications again, reading them carefully. He grasped a few things from learning from Taehyung about medicines. He came across the brochures and the box of heat suppressants. 

Seokjin vaguely recalled Jimin using them but Jimin never did like to. He often took rut leaves and then extra classes once they were over. He recalled Jimin saying that they often make his after-rut hormones haywire. So as Seokjin stared at the 10 centimeters by 2 centimeters box in his hands, he wished that Jimin was still here with him to help him through the choices. But even more, he wished that you had somebody to confide in and wished to see Jimin happy with another hybrid one. 

Seokjin may be ‘allergic to seriousness’ as he likes to tell others but when it comes down to certain people and situations, he would be all on board for it. Hybrids have soulmates. They say due to the constant cross-breeding that they have a lesser chance to find their own nowadays. Jealous as he may be, Seokjin had always wished for Jimin to find his. A day that could have been celebrated with all the joy in the world vanished in the blink of an eye. A future of everything burst into flames that very moment Seokjin had allowed him to go out. 

Your fault. 

Yes, it was. 

Death threats hung high for Jimin but he had always looked into the future more than the past. He had worked harder than Seokjin had ever seen anybody work. And he still allowed him to go out when the whole world was against him then. Seokjin rubbed his face and sighed into his hands. Peeking through his fingers, he saw you looking up at him, nose constantly twitching.

Seokjin brought his hands down and held his palm up to you. Surprisingly, you accepted it and jumped into his hold, letting him stroke you from head to snout.  Your small body vibrated in his hold and he was a little worried about how much you could take before a limb popped out of place. But he was glad that you allowed him to even come close to you despite the mishap he had with you earlier in the day. He has to find a way to make it up to you for that situation. 

As Hobi stopped the car outside the private lift, he turned around and asked, “Need any help, Hyung?” 

Seokjin shook his head. “All’s good. Thanks for driving.”

“No probs. Call if you need.”

Seokjin nodded his thanks, scoping all your belongings together with him. By now, you had made your way into the snugly hoop of his hoodie. Seokjin could feel your weight pulling and was very much aware of your consistent breathing against his back. Silently, he opened the front door,  placed your clothes on the edge of the sofa, and set the medication in their respective boxes. Sifting through the groceries in the fridge, Seokjin decided to whip up a quick makguksu(막국수). 

Seokjin placed a pot of water on the induction cooker and took out all the ingredients he needed. Bell peppers, cabbage, carrots, chicken breast, and more. First, he made the sauce for the noodles by adding red chilli powder, chicken broth, onion, pear, radish, soy sauce, sesame oil, yellow mustard, more salt, Maesil syrup, and of course sugar to combat the saltiness. He mixed them all together and placed them in the refrigerator after wrapping them. The now fully boiled chicken breast sits in the bowl Seokjin placed it in to cool down. He quickly gets to work by tearing the chicken into thin slices and chopping the vegetables. The buckwheat noodles were then flung against the wall and yes, they stuck. 

So Seokjin washed them under cool water and plated them in a low bowl. Taking the sauce out of the fridge, Seokjin drizzled it over the ingredients and with a flourish, garnished it with a single coriander. He placed all the dishes in the sink before bringing the bowls into the living room. Setting a cup of mixed berry juice for you, Seokjin returned to the kitchen to pick his soju-flavoured poison for the night. As he sat on the sofa, he slowly plucked you from the hood of his hoodie, setting your now fussy being on the carpet. Your teeth chittered together and you squirmed around, a voice of disgruntled leaving your maw. 

“Come on now… Dinner, dinner.” Seokjin mixed your noodles. You whined, shifting into your human counterpart so as to have a proper meal. 

You had learnt to understand Mr Park a little more during your visit to the doctor’s. 

He had a calico cat hybrid that was coincidentally named Jimin and had passed away a few years ago in a car accident. Mr Park did not go into details of the accident but you could feel the sorrow leaving him in waves. 

He must have really loved his hybrid. 

He had explained to the doctors the situation of your bidding and the triggers he thinks you have - which are surprisingly accurate that you didn’t even know them yourself. It was only when the doctors took you out of your little cocoon in the blanket that you hissed at them. Mr Park started placating with you, trying to give you the toy instead but you outright refused it. You wanted the blanket. You wanted to burrow in it. Sink in the oh-so-familiar scent. The cat was covered in the same exact scent. 

Jimin, Jimin, Jimin. 

Your silent bestfriend.  

No, no. It couldn’t be. 

You refused to believe that the highest possibility was him until you had hard evidence. 

Mr Park managed to somewhat calm you down but the moment they brought out the needle, started to grow fussy and move about. You didn’t want to be injected with any more synthetic hormones. You wanted to be normal.

Is it so hard to ask? A normal life?

You bit the doctor’s finger as you scurried away, jumping right back into the folds of the blanket when you were suddenly ripped away from it again. 

No, no, no. 

You fussed, pushed, bit, scratched, anything and everything. A loud yell stops you dead in your tracks. Looking up, you saw Mr Park holding his fingers in a fist. You whimpered. You didn’t mean to. 

Sorry, sorry, sorry. 

You whimpered louder, trying to convey your message. You were suddenly yanked back and you panicked. Just then, Mr. Park stopped the doctors. 

“Enough.”

Nobody moved. 

Mr. Park walked over to you and scooped you up, wrapping the blanket over you like it was your safety blanket. You relished in the familiar material you had known for forever. Mr Park placed you down together with you wrapped up cosily in the blanket and placed the stuffed cat in front of you as well. 

“These injections are to help you regulate your hormones. With all the synthetic hormones that did not belong to your type constantly being pumped into you, your side effects act up so often that you don’t even realise them. These few jabs will help neutralise most of them and then we will leave the rest to nature’s work, yeah? One is for flu, one is for general viruses in hybrids, and the last one is for regulation.” Mr Park held out the finger you bit him on, placing it in front of you. “Deal? I promise there are no more than three shots and none of the reasoning I haven’t already listed out.” You placed your tiny paw on his finger. 

Truce.

The doctors have done a quick work at giving you the respective injections and just like Mr Park had truly promised, there was no more than three. You were quick to get drowsy in the warmth of Mr Park’s hoodie that it blinded you when he picked you out of it. 

You were not truly awake and had trouble lifting the spoon without your head almost falling into the bowl any second. It wasn’t until you felt something at your lips that you instinctively squinted up. The nudge on your lip was enough indication for you to open your mouth. 

Eat.

You could’ve moaned at how good it tasted - hopped high enough to be thought of as a bunny - if you had enough energy. Now, you gave Mr. Park a sleepy nod. If the food was poisoned, at least you would die with a happy, delicious last meal. You were much too tired to care right now. Mr Park continuously fed you until you stopped him, mouth full of food you have yet to swallow as you were too full. You heard soft chuckles coming from him. 

“Okay. I’ll finish the rest. Eat what you have in your mouth and you can sleep.”

Sleep.

Sleep sounded amazing indeed. 

You had woken up on the sofa in the living room with a few more blankets on top of you. Mr Park was nowhere to be found and the room was pitch black. As a hamster, your animal counterpart is nocturnal and sometimes it comes in extremely handy. Unfortunately, it was not a skill you like to have during rainy days. The curtains of the living room were not closed and as lightning struck too close for comfort, you got a full view of it. The sudden attack of bright lights blinded you as heavy thunder echoed through the house. You squeaked out, burying yourself under the covers in an attempt to block out the noises. The rain got heavier and the harsh sounds of raindrops hitting the roof and window sills had you vibrating under the layers. 

As the next lightning struck, you sprinted out of your shell and bounded over to Mr. Park’s room. You had wished that you wouldn’t give in so easily but there was nothing about Mr. Park that made you feel… unwanted.

For now. 

You knew as time passed, things would go back to how they were with all your other owners. However, you’ve always treasured fond memories with humans, giving you a serving reminder that there is still good in people. 

Situations can never say how a person may react. 

Perhaps because you were hip-to-hip attached to one of the most empathetic hybrids in the facility while growing up, but you never changed your point of view of people. Yes, as situations start to deteriorate, you learn to close yourself up but when you meet new people you always try to be as open as possible. As the thunder boomed, you squeaked, jumping in the air. Hurrying your steps, you were glad to have found Mr Park’s door open. Quickly sliding through the tiny gap between the wall and the door, you rounded circles on the floor with your blanket in tow. Making quick work of a makeshift bed, you huddled in your little barrier and fell back asleep. 

At least you had some form of comfort that you weren’t alone in the storm. 

The second time you were woken up was by the feeling of being lifted up. You felt your head roll between two large palms that placed you on a soft cushion before leaving you. You recognized the heavy scent the place permeates. 

Fig and cedar - a woody and calming scent. 

Mr Park’s scent. 

You snuggled deeper into the silky material you were placed in you let yourself be pulled back into the dreamland. 

Seokjin had woken up in the middle of the night when thunder struck, his sleep-muggled brain only thinking about you. Only to nearly step on you as he found you cuddled up beside his bed. Seokjin had carefully picked you up, trying not to wake you, and placed you onto his pillow. Switching his pillow so that you’ll have the one he just laid on, he adjusted the blankets around you and fell back asleep. 

Now, Seokjin was in the process of making breakfast. Well, attempting to make breakfast. It isn’t that he can’t cook but rather he doesn’t know what to cook. He isn’t sure of your allergies, your likes and dislikes, your absolutely loves and hates. Sighing, Seokjin decided to just whip up simple souffle pancakes with some strawberries on the side. 

Seokjin quickly took out all the ingredients he needed - eggs, sugar, milk, almond flour (for easier digestion), and baking powder. 

Seokjin first separated the egg yolks from the egg whites, leaving the remaining unused egg yolks wrapped up in the fridge. He wished the egg yolks with sugar while slowly mixing in the milk. Proportionately sifting the flour and baking powder of the mixture, Seokjin made sure there were no clumps. Then, he placed the egg whites and baking powder in a mixer, slowly whipping them while adding sugar to make a glossy, thick meringue. Taking a third of the meringue, it was placed into the bowl of yolk mixture and Seokjin folded it in until a pale yellow colour. He repeated the process with the remaining meringue. 

Bending down, Seokjin took out a pan from the cabinets, hauling it up with the lid. After heating, he spread a thin layer of oil on the bottom of the pan. Then using an ice cream scooper, he scooped the batter on the pan in batches. Placing the lid over, it cooked for four minutes before opening to add another batch of batter on top of the current one and repeat the process of cooking. After another five minutes, Seokjin flipped the pancakes around and left them to cook for another four minutes. 

Carefully taking them out, Seokjin placed the washed and dried strawberries on top of the pancakes. Deciding that blueberries would do the colouring well, Seokjin took out a box and plated the sides. Only after deciding that they looked good did Seokjin throw the dirty dishes in the sink and head up to wake you. But you weren’t where he left you and he started fricking out, rushing into your room to find you dressed and… struggling to tie your hair?

You had turned to him with wide eyes, hands in your hair, trying to re-arrange them. Guess you were having a bad hair day. Seokjin willed his heart to calm down as he chuckled, slowly walking over to you, hands at his sides. 

“May I?” Seokji gestured to your hair. He didn’t want to overstep your boundaries again. 

You nodded. 

Seokjin braided your hair simply. During the whole time, you were fidgeting with your blankets and your dress, constantly biting your bottom lip. Seokjin’s hands landed on your shoulders after he finished braiding your hair and said, “Stop biting that lip, ham.”

Your brows furrowed. “Ham?” You asked him with the cutest pout on your lips. 

“Yep. It’s easier than two syllables ‘HamHam’ so just ‘Ham’.” 

You looked confused. Where did this come from?

“I am a hamster not a piece of ham.”

Seokjin burst out laughing. “Isn’t it shorter for Ham instead of Hamster?” Seokjin couldn’t stop laughing. You sounded so… pouty. 

“I am not a piece of ham!” 

Seokjin wiped his tears. “Of course, Ham.”

You huffed and jumped out of bed, completely forgetting why you were nervous before. Seokjin was glad to have managed to take your mind off some things. 

“Come on. I made breakfast and we will leave after that.”

“Leave?” You were back to looking scared. 

“Yes. We need to get you a new collar. A comfortable one.” Seokjin explained, hoping that you would understand the need. He hopes that one day, hybrids will be able to walk freely and be their own person rather than having to be dependent on ownership to survive. But for now, it is important for him to stake a claim on you so that you don’t get unnecessarily attacked. 

You nodded and the fumbling of your hands was back. 

“What’s wrong?”

You were hesitant. “Ehm… Wha…What’s for breakfast?”

“Souffé pancakes!” Seokjin beamed. “With as much whipping cream and maple syrup as you want. Of course not forgetting the side of strawberries and blueberries - wait, are you allergic to them?”

You shook your head. 

“Nice!” He held out a hand for you and almost swooned when you accepted it. “Let’s go!”

Hi everyone!!

Sorry for skipping the updates. Unlike Yoongi's fanfic "So What?" This series has not been completed. However, all the chapters posted have been edited and checked. It's currently the peak examination period and I will not be posting as often. This series will be updated every Monday only.

I will try to finish the series amidst the piling reports but no promises for now. I'm sorry 😭😭

One thing for certain is that I will try to give you the best I can:) I hope you all enjoy this series! Thank you for all the love you have given Yoongi's fanfic "So What?" as well. As for the oneshots usually posted on Thursdays, I have a few ready but in need of dire editing. So I hope you guys can give me some time and stay tuned for upcoming works.

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Tonight | KSJ | Chapter 7

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, angst angst and angst

WC: 2.2K

The next few days passed by like clockwork - sleep, work, eat, sleep, work, eat. There wasn’t much going on but you could feel the tension in everybody at the headquarters after the breakout incident. You weren’t sure who was the prisoner but Mr Park was fuming. 

“What do you mean by he’s not responding? Ur telling me that they anticipated our moves and are now what - Already moving forward?”

You couldn’t hear much from where you were and your groggy mind was still processing that you are trying to be awake. But you could make out Mr Park’s fast and nervous movements and the frantic voices over the phone. 

“You’ve got to be kidding with me right?”

“Hyung, nobody’s kidding. They’re on the move and right now, all the plans are scratched. We are trying to locate them and predict their next move but it’s as if they’ve gone dark. Even with Esther in the dark web, there is no movement from them.” 

A baritone voice sounded, “They refuse to negotiate and in this state - if we move, we are dead. He wasn’t wrong when he said that they knew who we were. I do not doubt that they have already figured it out long ago and we were just playing with puppets these few weeks.”

You registered the dip at the side of the bed before Mr Park reached over to rub your ears. You let out a sleepy mumble, crawling over to hug his waist. “What happened?” You peeked open your eyes. 

“It’s alright, darling. But I probably won’t be coming home for dinner these few days. You won’t be cooking to work with me for now either. I’ll cook lunch and dinner - Do you think you can handle yourself alone at home?”

You nodded. You didn’t want to put more stress on Mr Park. With the incident a few days ago and the ongoing phone call, you knew that he was only going to get busier - and you didn’t want to be one of his worries. 

Mr Park left soon after his calls, but not before ensuring that you had everything. It was fine at first but it got too overbearing when he was double, triple, quadruple checking things every morning and night. While it was sweet at first, you were grown and have your own capability. His coworkers calling him that he was late was also a reason for you to drag him away from the cabinets and refrigerator. 

“Mr Park,” You stopped him. “You’ve double checked this every morning and I am capable of taking care of myself.” You pulled him away from the cabinets of food and medications to the living room where his bags and shoes were ready. “You’re going to be late. Again.”

Mr Park sucked in a deep breath. “Okay, okay. Just make sure you -”

“Eat your meals, 2 supplements every day, and one pill after every food.” You sighed. “Yes, I know.”

He bit his lip and started again before you held out your hand, stopping his words.

“Please, your coworkers downstairs have ben honking for fifteen minutes now. Any more and our neighbours are going to file a noise complaint.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll be going then.” You waved back at him. 

These few days you spent most of your time catching up on the dramas and social medias, understanding how things work in the house. But that one room that you had never entered out of respect was Mr Park’s office. In the earlier days, he had told you to keep out of the room. But recently, he mentioned that you could explore any part of the house - even the office. 

Bu tout of respect for his and his clients privacy, you never did. But it would be lying if you said that the suspense of walking past that door multiple times a day and eventually staring at it from the sofa wasn’t killing you. You wanted to know what was in there. Are there pictures? Is it messy? Are there any food or drinks in the room? What is the style and environment he works in?

It got so much that you were - once again - outside the door, staring at it. Deciding to bite the bullet and enter today, your hand shakily reached for the door handle. 

You thought that there was nothing much to worry - that it would be just like any office that you have seen over the years. Cabinets full of books and bottles of alcohol, trophies of all sorts lined up against the wall as a form of pride, cigars and weapons lying around ceaselessly. But no, it was cabinets full of books but no alcohol, the trophies were not heads of tusks but simple metals and pictures, and the room was clean. Not cigars, no weapons. 

But those pictures hanging on the walls, those pictures at the table and cabinets. You swiped two fingers over the frame. It may have been a long time since you saw him but his face and those eyes - you will never forget. 

“Mr Park, you had a hybrid?”

His eyes turned downcast. “Yes, once. But he passed away four years ago in an accident.”

You tilted your head. “May I ask what happened?”

He looked up at you with a sad smile. “Wrong time, wrong place.” 

The only person who you could count as family, is gone. You didn’t want to believe it. You had all the proof even without entering the room but you were in denial. You knew you were in denial. But knowing this - 

Is this how it feels like to have a broken heart?

Does it hurt so bad you feel as if your whole body was aching?

Looking around the room, you found pictures of Mr Park. Name tags, badges, medals. But they were all given to Kim Seokjin. 

“Hyung, they weren’t lying when they said that they knew who we are.”

It couldn’t be…Right?

Ploughing through the cabinets, you found stacks and stacks of paper. You bidding paper, your legal adoption papers, and bills after bills of your medical checkups, food, and essentially everything.

Why would Mr Park keep these?

You found recorders in a box, specifically labelled, from the front of the box to the back. You ignored them first, deciding to pick up the papers and read them through. They didn’t seem like much to you until you reached the end of the file, labelling sections of recordings. Picking up the box you left on the table, you compared the names and numbers before picking them out. 

Laying them in order wasn’t too hard but nothing could prepare you for what you heard. 

Recording 1: “Testing, testing. Min Yoongi.” 

“Sir, I would advice that you do not touch him.”

“Hyung, you clearly know this isn’t a good idea. What if they found out?”

“$1.45 Million Won.”

“I knew that you want her so I just thought to give you a push. Heh.”

Recording 2: “Testing, testing. Kim Namjoon.”

“Jungkook ah, can you not do that? It’s so gross, oh my gosh-”

“Yes sir!”

“Hyung, I will be heading up to the rooms to find more information. They seem to have weakened the surrounding security there.”

“Move, son of a bitch.”

“Hyung, they are moving at a slower pace an anticipated. It’s too easy that we should re-think our plans. We may be playing into a trap if we do not think rationally.”

Recording 3: “Testing, testing. Jeon Jungkook.”

“Yo, yo, yo. Hehehehe.”

“Proceed with it. Let’s move in. Be alert at all times, we may have the blueprints, studied the layouts, does not mean we can slack off. This is enemy territory, we do not show mercy.”

“Go around the corner, back each other up.”

“All clear, let’s go.”

“What did I miss?”

“Nothing much, disabled and hacked.”

“Are you seriously -”

Recording 4: “Testing, testing. Jung Hoseok.”

“Hyung, Namjoon is in.”

“Orders are meant to be followed or are you telling me that my orders mean nothing to you?”

“Bring me a doctor. Now!”

Recording 5: “Testing, testing. Kim Taehyung.”

“I know, I know. All I need to do is insert the kill chip and keep silent as the sturdy and emotionless bodyguard.”

“Holy shi -” 

“I cannot understand why hyung would bid for that girl.”

“I thought he would never have another hybrid after Jimin.”

“Stop it. Jimin was my everything.”

Who was this Kim Taehyung? Jiminie? His everything? Perhaps…were they mates?

Your hands shook as you played the last recording.

Recording 6: “Testing, testing. Kim Seokjin.”

No. 

No, no, no. 

You sank down on the floor as the recording continued on.

“Move in.”

“Taehyung-ah, be careful okay?”

“Shut it. How dare you disrespect me - youngest son of Park Si-Jung?”

“Tsk.”

“$1.57 Million Won.”

“She is mine now.”

“We still need her, she can be our ticket in.”

“Enough. I do not want to hear you telling me what I should’ve done.”

If clearly lying about his name and hiding your best friend from you wasn’t enough, this felt like your breaking point. 

But was it? 

Are you able to hang on longer?

Is this where you end? Were you finally break after all these years of fighting and training your mind and body?

You weren’t sure of how to feel. You collapsed onto the carpenter floors as the papers stared back at you. You did not want to believe it, you did not want to even think that its was a possibility. But all these pictures and all these time, it just solidifies what you have expected. You could no longer dismiss the fact of his scent around the house, on that cat, in that room. The study that Mr Park - no, Seokjin - forbade you to enter was full of his pictures. 

You childhood friend, Jimin.

Your only friend. One so close you regarded him as a brother - was gone. And he had been gone for more than four years. 

And those deceiving letters and recordings, your owner did not buy you out of pity. He bought you cause he needed you. You had been used, beaten, and betrayed your entire life. You had though that you’ll meet your end in the ring. You didn’t have life in you every time you fought. You knew that you were only kept like a well-oiled machine just waiting for your depreciation to increase before becoming of no more use. 

But when Seokjin had brought you home and took care of you, you thought that perhaps you could live like your peers, be more carefree and have fun. You thought that he cared for you. 

You thought. 

And you were clearly wrong. 

Looking at the floor filled with papers, you were filled with the emotion of the unknown. You were betrayed but you have never felt this betrayed. You gave your heart to him - gave your all to him - just for him to let it slide through like any random puddle of sand. Your heart hurt, your head hurt, and you didn’t know what to do. 

There were many times that you have lived that you didn’t know what to do. But this was much beyond your speciality. Many times, you just had to ensure that you played the part of a pretty girl, a strong soldier, a hardworking student. All you had to do was wait it out and it will play nicely. Life was certainly much easier back then - and much less painful compared to what you go through now. 

Constantly being beat up in the ring, spending days and weeks and months in the hospital doing rehabilitation; constantly being scolded and shoved outside to sleep like a dog, certainly did not feel as bad as it did now.

This sense of betrayal… it felt like your whole body was burning inside out. You felt as if you were placed on a stake and it was a bonfire surrounding you. It hurts but your hands were tied. You didn’t know what to do. You truly didn’t. 

You looked up at the mounted clock just above the door. 

It read, 04 00. 

Slowly standing up, you packed the papers back into the drawer, adjusted the picture frames, turned off the lights, and left. Looking back into the room one last time, ensuring that it looked the way it did when you entered, and walked back to the bedroom. Entering the room with heavy feet, you looked past the drawn curtains, and to the moon that shone its borrowed light into the room. You had always thought the moon was pretty, being able to play with the stars, to shine so brightly even when its so lonely. Nobody plays in the night and everybody worships the sun. 

But the moon does not complain. It shines bright every night, giving light to those who need it. 

And whenever you asked, it answered. 

And you knew what you should do.