When Writing A Y/n Story... Is It Better To Write (I Did Blah Blah Blah) Or (you Did Blah Blah Blah)

When writing a Y/n story... is it better to write (I did blah blah blah) or (you did blah blah blah)

Fair day (12)

Summary: After Jimin finds the notes, Y/n explains to them why she hid them. With everyone feeling down, Y/n decides they should all use a break, and so they head out to the local fair to have some fun. Y/n tried not to think about the menacing letters being slid under her door, but what if someone knew who was sending the notes all along?

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"So..."

The room held a slightly awkward silence as we all were gathered in the lounge room, the boys were standing around and some of them were seated on the couch whilst I was standing in the middle of the room, all eyes were on me, waiting for an explanation to the notes, the tension was thick and I could feel the anxiety seeping through me, crawling up my neck and wrapping itself around my throat, my mouth dried and my throat closed up as I tried to swallow.

"Y/n, what’s going on?" Namjoon said while looking at me, concern laced in his deep voice. I glanced away slightly, trying to avoid eye contact as I wasn't sure how to explain myself. 

"Well…." I began, trying to slightly laugh it off before ultimately giving up and just blurting out the situation. They’d already seen the notes and there was no way I could sugar coat such a thing. "Someone, I'm not sure who, has been sliding these weird notes into the apartment.” I started, shortly pausing before continuing. “I wasn't going to tell you at first because I thought it was just some silly joke or something, I didn't think it was serious or anything.

I moved my hands up to my face and rubbed it before I kept explaining. "A few weeks ago, they started getting worse and I just wasn't sure how to tell you guys about it. I guess I hoped that if I ignored it long enough it would go away.” I bit my lip as I realised how foolish of a thought that was and how I probably should have told them in the first place what had been happening. “I didn't mean to hide things from you all, I just didn't want you to get hurt by what they said and I didnt want you all to worry.” 

The room stayed silent as I finished explaining to them the situation and why I didn't tell them. I looked down into my hands, my eyes tracing the slightly darker lines that ran through them, because I knew if I looked up my eyes would just start darting around the room, not being sure where to land their focus. The silence isn't awkward but there was a sense of tension lingering in the air, as we waited to see who would break the silence.

"It’s alright." I dragged my eyes up from my hands and looked in the direction Jin's voice had come from, he stood up as he took a few steps closer to me. "You did it because you didn't want us to get hurt or become worried. It’s okay Y/n.” I wrapped my arms around him as I took a step forward and I felt his hands press into my back as he gave me an affirming squeeze, assuring me that everything was okay. I let out a shaky breath as I allowed my nerves to calm down slightly, they didn't hate me, but this person would keep sending those notes and I was beginning to get worried that it might escalate, Seoyeon’s words had really affected me, what if they do find a way into the apartment? What if this becomes more than just idle threats? My mind was pulled back into the current reality as I saw someone take a step closer to me before Yoongi's voice filled my ears. 

“Have you tried talking to the building owners?” He asks carefully. “Surely this isn't something they can just let happen, right?”

I pulled away from Jin's chest and wiped the top of my nose on the back of my hand. “They won’t do anything unless I can give them some proof of who it might be.” Seoyeon had convinced me to call the building a few days ago, they had basically told us that if there isn't any concrete evidence that I can give them against someone then there was nothing they could do. I remembered right after he said that, Seoyeon had snatched the phone from me and berated the man on the other side for how stupid of a policy it was.

“I’m sorry, I know that I should have told you guys the first time that it had happened, maybe then we could have stopped them or something…” I uttered, a sudden wave of guilt crashing over me. If I had told them could we have stopped it? Was it my fault that the notes started escalating? I had to push down the negative thoughts otherwise I knew that they would cloud my mind and consume my being. I swallowed the sudden lump that formed in my throat as my mouth seemed to run dry again and I was stuck on what to say.

“Y/n, it's not your fault.” Yoongi declared, as though he knew exactly how I was feeling inside. ”You did what you thought was best, and we all would've done the same.” He glanced around at the others as I followed his eyes, everyone was giving me a reassuring smile while I did my best to return it. 

“But from now on, how about no more secrets, we'll deal with it together?” Hoseok said from his position on the couch.

“Yeah, I'd like that.” I spoke softly, agreeing with what Hoseok had said. Yoongi gave me a pat on the shoulder before he moved to go sit back down on the couch between the fox and dog hybrid, Jin waited until I moved before he went back to where he was standing before.

I walked over to a spare spot of the couch and flopped myself down onto it with more force than I intended, causing the air to be knocked out of my lungs. I coughed a few times, gaining back my breath. I leaned my head onto the back of the couch and looked up at the ceiling. This is so frustrating! I thought to myself as I grumbled in annoyance before I just had to let some of the thoughts that were whirling in my head out.

"It’s not like you guys have done anything bad to anyone, we’re barely even out of the apartment, and when we are we're just at work.” I could hear the boys all making various hums and agreeing with what I said, yet none of them seemed surprised and something was telling me this wasn't the first time something like this had happened, which made my heart break to think that someone threatening them with no motive was normal. For as long as the boys had been staying with me, I really didn't know that much about them. Not their past, not how they had ended up living on the streets, not why they did not trust humans, or how they even found each other. I don't know if it was because they didn't want to share or because I just never asked. The silence continued to sit in the room and the mood was down and we all sat on the couch.

"You know what?" I suddenly said as I swung myself back before hopping off the couch and turning to the boys. "Rather than staying here all day moping around, let's go do something fun! We can go out as a group, all we’ve done is work for the past week, let's take a day and go do something we'll enjoy and get our minds off of this... thing." I said enthusiastically while making confusing hand gestures at the notes that sat ominously on the coffee table next to me.

The boys all looked at me confused at first before their eyes lit up at the mention of going to do something fun, it was true, pretty much since I had brought the boys home, they had all been cooped up in the apartment or helping me out at the café.

“I overheard someone talking about a festival in town, maybe we could go there?” Taehyung asked.

“Yeah, the Carolfarm Festival is on for the next few days so we could go there!” I said, remembering that the local festival that comes a few times a year was in fact in town right now, but as I glanced out the window, I remembered that it was already night. “I mean, it’s a bit late right now, but we could definitely go tomorrow. Would you all want to go?”

A chorus of cheers erupted as everyone's mood had perked up at the idea of having a day out, after making the final decision of going and what time we would leave everyone began to slowly wander off to their own areas so we could have a good night's rest before tomorrow.

I looked up at the large entrance sign in front of me, ‘Carolfarm Festival’. I came here a lot as a kid, but I hadn’t been here recently. All the boys stayed behind me as I made my way to the ticket booth and purchased the 8 adult passes we needed. I signalled for the boys to follow me as I made my way past the gates and into the fairground.

The wind was blowing cold, making a shiver run down my spine. Maybe I should’ve worn something warmer? I brushed the thought as I looked around me. The trees were painted a beautiful pattern of yellows, oranges, reds, and browns, and the ground below them was littered with the colourful falling leaves, the air had a scent of popcorn, cinnamon, and various other fair food smells flowing through it, the chatter and cheering of people winning games and hanging out with their friends and family filled my ears.

The gravel crumbled under my shoes as I walked forwards into a more open area, the centre in front of us was a raised garden with flowers around the edges and a grassy area in the centre, decorated around it was many pumpkins of all shapes and sizes and even colours, some were even carved out to make faces and other various patterns, I turned on my heels to face the boys behind me.

“So, what’s the game plan?” I asked them. “What do we want to do first? Or do we want to split up?”

“I want to get something to eat first.”

“I want to ride the roller coaster!”

A chorus of agreements for both ideas rang through the area as everyone said which they’d prefer, and some of us stayed quiet, being okay with either option.

“Oh, okay, we should split into 2 groups then, so…” I began tapping my chin, trying to make sure I got everything right and split us into even groups. “I’ll go with Jungkook to the roller coaster, Jin, you can take Namjoon, Taehyung, and Jimin with you to get something to eat, and Hoseok and Yoongi can come with me and Jungkook?”

Everyone seemed to nod in agreement at the idea before everyone shuffled around a bit to stand on the correct side. “Don't get lost, don’t cause any trouble, and we’ll meet up at the south end of the fairgrounds later. Jin, I trust you can look after them.” I smiled.

Jin gave me a salute before both groups turned and went their separate ways, we made our way over to the roller coaster, I wasn’t the biggest fan, but this didn’t seem too bad so it was okay, I noticed Hoseok looked slightly nervous, but I just chalked it up to being around so many people so I made an effort to stand closer to him to hopefully calm him down.

It didn’t take long for us to make our way around, seeing some things that looked fun and deciding we would have to come back to it later, Jungkook seemed to want to play every game they had, but thankfully I had come prepared with many tokens and tickets, the line to the coaster was long so I struck up a conversation while we waited.

“Have you guys been here before?” I asked the boys as we shuffled slightly further down the line.

“Not this one, but I’ve been to similar ones.” Jungkook responded, I turned to Yoongi and Hoseok who both said that they hadn’t been before.

“Well, we’ll have to get some iconic fair food then! I really want a dagwood dog and some churros.” I said excitedly thinking of all the different foods they had here, it had been a while since I was only able to have such food here.

Yoongi raised his eyebrows before repeating to me. “Dagwood dog?”

“Yeah, it’s like a hot dog with batter on it, and some tomato sauce. They’re really good, you can try some of mine since you haven't had one before.” I beamed while shuffling down the line again, Yoongi smiled back at me before turning to the others again. The small talk lasted up until we made it to the start of the line, we were waiting for the last passengers to come back so we could get into our cart.

“Who’s going to sit where?” Jungkook asked.

“I don’t mind sitting in the back, you seem to like the roller coaster, Kook, so you can sit in the front.” I said to him, he gave me one of his bunny smiles as we decided where we would sit. Since we were next in line we had the joy of the first seats, so Jungkook and Yoongi were going to share the first row and me and Hoseok were going to sit right behind them.

As they opened the gate for us to board, I made my way to the second row before sitting down and sliding over on the joint seat, Hoseok slid himself in beside me and Jungkook and Yoongi sat right in front of us. The seats were small, so we were squished together, our hips pressing against each other. The worker came and put the safety railing down and started up the coaster, we started moving slowly before entering a tunnel and going uphill.

“Do you like roller coasters Y/n” A voice said from beside me, I couldn't see his face due to the darkness, so I wasn’t sure if he was looking at me, but it was definitely Hobi speaking.

“I don’t mind them usually.” I responded as the cart kept climbing up higher and higher, surely reaching the top soon. “Do you like them?”

“No, not really, I actually hate them.”

“Wait, what-” My words were cut off and formed into a scream as the cart started dropping down, we emerged into the light, and I could feel the wind harshly pushing my hair back and making me squint. The cold air sent shivers down my spine as it pushed into my skin. I turned to Hobi after his confession of not liking the roller coaster and to see his very warped face as he screamed his lungs out.

I tried to smile at the funny sight, but the cart suddenly made a hard turn jolting me forwards before heading upwards really fast. The rough movement of the carriage shook me about and I reached to hold onto something so I felt more secure. While going up the cart was slower and I had time to catch my breath, if it weren’t for the roller coaster, this would be a great view. I turned to my side to see the entire festival below us. Maybe I can spot the others? Just as I tried to find them amongst all the ant-like figures below, the cart came to a very slow speed, I turned around slightly confused, before the cart started dropping us again at insane speeds, making me scream again.

The cart continued to take us up and down, jolting us back and forth, side to side, I swear it went upside down at one point, while me and Hobi were screaming out hearts out, Jungkook was laughing so much that you’d think he was clinically insane, meanwhile Yoongi, had kept switching between screaming like me and Hobi, to laughing along with Jungkook. I had never felt so much relief when the cart finally came to a stop, as soon as the safety bar was lifted, I scrambled my way out the seat after Hobi on onto the stage, I held one hand to my chest and tightly gripped my bag in the other as I tried to calm my racing heart and Hobi seemed to do the same as he stood beside me, after I few seconds I stood up straight before patting myself down and attempting to fix my hair. “Phew, I’m still alive.” I half joked.

Laughter seemed to rip through the air as I turned away from Hobi and over to the cart, I saw Jungkook and Yoongi make their way to us, Jungkook was laughing, and Yoongi was giggling. “You guys looked so funny.” Jungkook said while pointing at us before he started clapping his hands together in amusement.

“Yeah, Yeah, never again will I just get on a roller coaster without checking it out first.” Hobi grumbled and we all made our way down the stairs to the boarding post form, we made our way outside the coaster area before stopping to recollect ourselves, mostly me and Hobi.

“Oh my, just give me a second.” I said while leaning on the fence slightly. “Got to give my stomach time to return to its normal position.”

I heard them all giggle at what I said before I felt someone’s hand on my shoulder, I looked up to see Yoongi standing next to me.

“Still dizzy?”

“Eh, a bit. I’ll be fine though.” I responded to him. “Where to next?”

“Are we ready to meet up with the others?”

"Yeah, we can head over that way."

We arrived at the south end of the festival to see the others standing around a corner next to a hedge wall.

“How’d the food go?”

“We got some hot chips to share and figured we could all go back as a group later on.” Jin explained to me. “How’d the roller coaster go?”

“It went fine-”

“Y/n and Hobi were screaming so loud!” Jungkook interrupted me as he squeezed his way into the conversation. “You should have seen their faces too!”

“Yah!”

I heard everyone start laughing at what Jungkook said, and I knew I couldn’t deny it because they probably heard us too. “I guess Hobi’s face was pretty funny.” I snorted at remembering the face he made when we went down the roller coaster.

“You too Y/n!” Hobi said back to me, jagging me in the ribs with his elbow, we all started laughing at it, before we started making our way towards the carnival games that were littered around the grounds between each major attraction.

The first booth we came across happened to be a basketball one where you had to throw the ball into the hoop which was situated up high and quite far away from the standing mark on the ground. Jungkook and Jimin entered this first one with the tickets I got them, Jungkook got really close, but the ball always seemed to be slightly too far on one side of the hoop.

The boys whined at their loss and Jungkook blamed it on Jimin’s height which made me laugh.

"This game is rigged! It's impossible!" Jungkook whined as he lost his second round and dragged himself back over. "I wanted to win." He sulked and leaned his head on Taehyung's shoulder who then raised his hand to pet the bunny hybrid's hair in a soothing way.

I giggled at his antics and looked back over at the stand where I saw Yoongi passing the guy a token and exchanging it for a ball. He moved over to the little circle that was drawn in the dirt. He turned slightly as he positioned the ball in his hands before aiming. He shot the ball towards the hoop, and it went in. I cheered for him, the first of us to win a game as the guy walked over to him and asked him which prize he wanted.

"What!"

I turned to see Jungkook looking in disbelief at the cat hybrid. I giggled at the utter shock on his face before it was replaced with a pout. I turned back to Yoongi as he came over holding his prize, a large stuffed bear, he held on his side as he made his way back to the group.

"Hmmpf!" Jungkook huffed as he dramatically turned away from Yoongi who was now standing next to me. I rolled my eyes at him and his antics.

"You can have it, Kook." Yoongi said giggling while holding the bear out to Kookie's back. He huffed again, rejecting the prize. "Okay then, here you go Y/n." Yoongi suddenly turned to me and held out to me. I took it in my hands and turned it so I could see its face. It was a simple brown bear with typical black eyes and a cute black button nose, its fur was so soft, and it was so cute, wrapped around its body was a small patch work jacket which tied it all together.

"Aww, thanks Yoongi. It’s so cute!" I blushed as I moved the bear to wrap my arms around it so I could carry it better. Yoongi smiled at me before we both looked over at Jungkook as he spun around.

"W-what? No, you can't give it to her." He proclaimed before reaching out to grab the bear. "I want it."

"No, it's mine. Yoongi gave it to me because I'm his favourite." I said jokingly and sticking my tongue out at the boy as I took a step back to keep the bear from his grabby hands and stood next to Yoongi now. Jungkook pouted as he looked over at me and gave me his best puppy eyes.

I almost gave in to his cute face, but I had to stay strong, even when faced with puppy eyes from the hybrid. I stood my ground and held onto the bear tighter while lifting it up closer to my face and nuzzling into it.

“Y/n!” He whined, and shuffled closer to me, but before he could reach for it Yoongi and I moved at the same time, resulting in him standing right in front of me, protecting me from a sulking bunny boy.

“C’mon Kook, you can win another game and get your own prize.” Yoongi tried to mediate, but as he was calming down Jungkook I stuck my head out to side so he could see me and stuck my tongue out playfully teasing him. I heard the others giggling at our antics as we eventually made our way to the next booth.

One of the stands we came across happened to do apple bobbing and we all entered as a group to see who would win between. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to get an apple on my turn, Jimin and Hobi hadn't gotten apples either, it was way harder than it looked. Now Taehyung was in the middle of bobbing as we all stood around waiting to see if he’d emerge with one of the red or green apples from the barrels. It didn't take long before his head flung out of the barrel, a green apple clutched between his teeth, he flipped his wet hair back and out of his face, water droplets falling over him and behind him, my breath caught in my throat, and I almost dropped the face towels that the organiser lady had given to me.

The others cheered him on before Jungkook started his turn and Taehyung made his way over to me, I snapped out of my trace as he approached me, apple still being held tightly between his teeth, he tried to give me a smile, but it looked really silly with the giant green apple still in his mouth. I giggle at his goofiness as I look at him, his wet hair was flicked up out of his eyes but a few stray pieces fell down and the wet hair stuck to his forehead, water droplets sat on his skin, I followed them down his neck to his chest which rose and fell deeply due to his heavier breathing than normal  from holding his breath. I heard a huff of amusement so I looked back up and the panther hybrid, his dark brown eyes looking down at me as we stood in silence for a second, the apple now in his hand as he held my gaze, he smirked and gestured down to the towels I was holding.

Sucking in a breath through my teeth and mentally cursing at myself, I quickly grabbed a towel and held it up to him trying to not think about how I was just caught gawking at him. I could feel my face warming but I did my best to ignore it. He just kept looking at me and didn't reach for the towel, I was confused until I caught on to what he was doing. I sighed and looked away before meeting his eyes again and smiling, I lifted the face towel up to his face and began to dab away to water as he made an over exaggerated face as though I was applying makeup to him, I giggled as I kept dabbing the water off from his face and neck before using the whole towel to rub it over his head to get most of his hair dry so it wouldn't drip for the rest of the night. I tousled his slightly damned hair before moving my hand to sit on top of the other face towels. 

By the time I was done, Jungkook had finished his turn and had also gotten himself an apple, he held his hand out gesturing me to throw a towel at him, which I did, after he dried off his face and hair, we continued to make our way around the fair and compete in more games and stalls before stopping to get some food. 

“Thank you!” I said to the lady that had served me the food from the high standing van, I passed Jimin his churro and hotdog, as we turned around and made our way to the centre of the food area. We didn't tell the others where to meet up and had just hoped fate was on our side and we’d find each other somehow, thankfully I was right as soon enough we saw Yoongi, Hobi and Kook looking around for the others too.

Eventually, after we had all gotten our food, we found a big enough picnic blanket that was set out in a field with some others. It was also conveniently further away from other blankets, so we didn't have to worry about people being rude.

We all took a seat down on the red and white chequered picnic blanket, I sat with my legs folded next to me on my right, just barely on the end of the picnic blanket, Yoongi sat to my left and across from me was Jimin who sat cross legged, in the middle of us all was a basket of friend flowers which was already here and some of the foods we had bought to share. Everyone had some type of fair food, somehow Jungkook must have convinced Yoongi to get him the biggest stick of cotton candy that they sold, it was larger than his head and I could barely see him behind it, Hobi had gotten a hamburger and sprite, which he seemed to be enjoying, I looked over to Yoongi who was next to me, he had just a box of chips, which seemed to be more of a group plate.

“Here!” I said as I leaned over to Yoongi while holding out my dagwood dog to him for him to try as I had promised I would, I smiled at him as he hesitantly reached for it in my hand. I pushed it closer to him, letting him know that it was okay that he was having the first bite, the first bite was always the best anyways. His hand brushed mine as he grabbed it out of my hand, he brought it to his mouth and took a bite from the top. The tomato sauce coated over his lips, looking like a vibrant but oddly thick lip gloss before he stuck his tongue out and licked over them, taking the red sauce into his mouth. He seemed to think on it for a bit before giving me an approving nod. I smiled, happy to know that he enjoyed such an iconic food.

We sat in the blanket, eating and talking as the sunset behind the corn field, making the sky explode to vibrant hues of orange, yellow, and pink, it was beautiful, I kept passing the food back between Yoongi and I and we all chatted together, it was nice to have such a relaxed day, no work, no stress, no notes.

At some point Jungkook started telling a reenactment of something that had happened earlier, moving his hands around to make it more ‘exciting’, unfortunately for him, he threw his arms out to the side at the wrong time as he accidentally hit Jin in the face with his hand and smashed his half eaten cotton candy into Jimin’s hair, he seemed to instantly understand how much trouble he was in as he wasted no time in jumping up and taking a few steps back from the blanket.

“Yah!”

“I’m sorry, Hyung!” He apologised whilst laughing at Jin who had turned to face him, mouth still full of his food, and started getting up.

Jungkook held his hand out, attempting to calm the older man, but Jin was having none of it as he began to chase Kookie around whilst yelling at him. We started laughing at their silly antics as we watched the eldest chase the youngest around in front of the corn field. I turned back to Jimin only to see him facing down whilst pulling his hair forwards in an attempt to see it.

“Argh!” He huffed out as he kept playing with his hair, seeing he was frustrated I crawled my way across the blanket to him to help him out.

“What’s wrong”

“Kook got his stupid cotton candy in my hair.” He sulked, before quickly reaching back to grab his ear and he started feeling that too, checking for any more of the sugary menace. I reached out and took his ear out of his hand as I moved to sit on his thigh, so I could see better. He seemed to realise what I was doing so he leaned his head towards me so I could see better. Yep, there is definitely more cotton candy stuck to his ear.

“C’mon, let's go see if we can clean this up somewhere” I said whilst standing up and glancing around, hoping to spot a water fountain or something before dusting off my hands, Jimin followed suit and took a few steps back, I let the others know where we were going and that they should start packing up, but they were already looking at us, more like staring. I told them to start putting away the rubbish and all, as well as making sure that Jin didn't murder the poor bunny hybrid.

I walked with Jimin while holding his hand over to a small water fountain with drinking water pouring out, Jimin crouched down slightly so the water could reach his head and we both simultaneously started to get his hair and ear wet and started getting out the cotton candy. Thankfully it came out pretty easy and after a few minutes we had gotten it out, probably would have been faster without Jimin's “help” because he kept washing the wrong parts since he couldn't see it. Before he stood up, I took the bottom of my top and tried to dry his hair a bit so it didn't drip everywhere.

As he stood up, I glanced up at him and ran my hands through his hair, styling it slightly. I retracted my hands and gave him a thumbs up and we started making our way back to the others. The noise was loud, from the live band they had playing in the corner and all the people talking, as the night went by the crowd had amassed and became much bigger than before and I knew that if we stayed too late it would only get worse. The cool fall breeze flowed through the air and over the crowds lining up to get their food, it was almost impossible to see where we were going as I tried to push my way through all the hungry people.

As we walked through the packed crowd I felt Jimin slip his hand under the back of my shirt and grab hold of the fabric and pulling like he was trying to get me closer to him, I stopped in my tracks to check on him and make sure he hadn't been swept away from me, with a crowd this large it would be near impossible to find him again. As he stood closer to me, I grinned at him and slipped my hand into his before squeezed it tightly and trying to make our way through the crowd again

Emerging from the crowd we were finally back where we had left the guys, Taehyung and Jungkook were running around near the corn field in front of the others who seemed to be a bit nervous. I dragged Jimin over behind me and jogged towards the others. During their conversation they all seemed to look at us before glancing down then looking back up at Jimin, I asked if they were ready to go and they nervously told me what had happened in the 5 minutes I was away with Jimin.

“You lost Hoseok?”

My jaw dropped at what they had said, how do they just lose an entire person? Where would he have gone?

“He’s not lost! He’s just… not with us.” Namjoon explained. "And we don't know where he is.”

“That's literally the definition of lost!” Jimin said back to him before he started spinning himself around, trying to find the older male.

“Alright, let's split up and find him, we’ll go in teams of 2. Don't go far!” I said coming up with a plan to find the lost pack mate, everyone split into teams of 2 and went in different directions. 

After some time, we were able to find him, apparently when they had gone to put the rubbish into the bins they had walked away without him, Hobi didn't seem too upset, but he definitely made the other boys feel guilty. We started to make our way back to the entrance as it was getting late and despite how many people were here, I knew more would start arriving soon.

We played some more games on the way out and we all played and won a lot of prizes that I had somehow been designated to hold, but I didn't mind. It was nice to see everyone just having fun with each other and not having to worry about anything else. I don't think I've ever seen them this carefree since meeting them. They laughed loudly and had petty arguments over who was better at the games and trying to beat each other.

The sun had gone, and we were almost at the entrance, but Jungkook and Jin had insisted on another carnival game, their competitiveness was unmatched, with the sun down the air had gotten colder. I shivered and rubbed my arms with my free hand. A jacket was held in my face, and I looked to see who had passed it to me. Namjoon held out his other hand as well so he could hold the prizes while I put the jacket on.

I smiled up at him as I handed over the prizes and took the jacket into my hands before slipping it over my arms and pulling it into place. It was way too big for me, and it smelt like pine and lavender and was oddly comforting. I nuzzled my face further into the material before taking in a deep breath.

I heard Namjoon giggle at me, so I reached out to take the prizes back into my arms, he handed them over and we went back to watching the others finish their game.

The ride back to the apartment was full of loud laughter and everyone talking over each other as we recounted our day, from all the activities to when we were denied another round at a game because we kept losing.

It was nice to get out of the cold night air as we got inside the building, it was getting into colder months so they didn't have the air conditioning down as low, and soon they would probably start heating up the public areas of the building. As we made our way through the lobby with all our prizes in hand, I spotted Yeonjun who had made his way over to us.

“Looks like you all headed to the Carolfarm Festival? How was it? I haven't been since I was in high school.” He asked us as he took a prize out of my hand that I was barely able to hold on to.

I smiled as a way of thanking him for taking the prizes I couldn't hold as we kept walking slowly towards the elevators. “Yeah, me too. It was great actually! Just as I remembered it. I used to go a lot with some friends in high school, but I haven’t been since I left, work and things get in the way, you know?"

Yeonjun hummed in acknowledgement. “Yeah, it is like that. It’s nice that even though you don't always have time to hang out you still send letters to your friends.”

“What?” I asked him, confused at the second half of what he had said. I don't send letters to anyone.

“You know how you and Jiyoon send each other letters, like pen pals.” He turned to me and smiled, but I was still confused. “I see her slip her letters under your door towards the end of my shift most days. I guess I'm not usually working when you deliver yours though.” He continued, as we made it to the elevator, he was clueless as to what he had just done.

I stopped dead in my tracks, hoping I had just misheard him and what he had told me.

Clearly noticing that I had stopped walking with him, he turned around to face me but as he looked at me his face dropped into confusion as he looked at me puzzled. I could feel the eyes of the others on me as well as we all stood in front of the elevators in silence before I broke it.

“What?”

A/n: Finally! Another chapter has arrived! I had a lot of fun writing this chapter, I was going to give them a completely relaxed chapter without any drama, but I couldn't do it 😁 Initially there was also going to be more games (Mirror maze, Hedge maze, Various other festival things.) and a scene where Hobi hunted Y/n down in the corn field 🤭 but I didn't want the chapter to be too long. I hope you all enjoy it and sorry for the wait! I hope you all have a lovely day or night and thankyou all for the support! 💜

LY: Love You Better | JJK | Three

Pair: Idol!Jungkook x Playmate!reader

Summary: Jungkook never wanted a playmate of his own before. While living a busy life, touring the world, being one of the top kpop idols alongside his Bangtan hyungs, he had everything he could possibly need. But now that responsibilities call and his brothers are starting to focus on their solo careers before eventually enlisting one by one, Jungkook feels lonely. Maybe hiring a companion to take care of his needs and fill in the empty space in his life isn’t such a bad idea anymore…

Chapter warnings: Make sure to keep some water on you because this is too damn sweet 

WC: 2.5K

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Whatever reservation Jungkook had about hiring a playmate or having you living in his house went down the drain the more the days passed. He realized soon enough that you really were as easy going as your first interview made you out to be, and you were extremely good at your job. 

To the point where Jungkook forgot you were doing a job most of the time. 

It’s been almost a week since you officially moved in with him and Bam, and it felt like you had always been there, that’s how well you matched with each other. Days by your side weren’t much different from Jungkook’s regular days, but his home and his life just felt so much fuller now. 

You’d go with him everywhere, which he liked. From late night runs to the seven eleven in the neighborhood, walks around the block with his dog, or even when he had to go into HYBE for meetings about his solo projects and schedules or to see one of his members. 

During the weekends you had days off, so you went to your own apartment and Jungkook dropped you off saturday morning and picked you back up on the following monday. You lived in a dorm building owned by your playmate agency, sharing the home with a roommate, explaining to him why you couldn’t exactly invite him in. 

But Jungkook wasn’t that clingy, he already had you five days out of seven, he could be without your presence on the weekends. 

“Yn? Are you coming?” Jungkook called you from the bottom of the stairs, zipping up his oversized windbreaker on top of his long sleeve shirt. 

“No, I’m not.” your arms were crossed to your chest as you pouted and practically stomped your way down the stairs. 

“Really?” he cocked his head to the side, raising an eyebrow as he looked you over. “Could have fooled me.” 

Today you were wearing black jeans ripped at the thighs, and a light gray sweater that almost swallowed you whole, hiding half of your hands in sweater paws. You were just too damn cute, even when you were scowling. 

Not only was Jungkook more and more comfortable around you as the days passed, his undeniable crush on you also grew exponentially, turning into full blown attraction faster than he anticipated. 

It wasn’t really his fault, if anything he blamed Hoseok hyung and Yuna noona for introducing the two of you. You were the personification of everything Jungkook wanted in a girl, as if you had been created in a lab to check every box and every request that he added to his written file. 

Jungkook had to remind himself that half of it probably wasn’t real, otherwise he’d be in big fucking trouble. 

“You are a mean man, Jungkookie.” you finished as you finally reached the bottom of the stairs, making him chuckle to himself at the use of his nickname. 

“Don’t pout now, he’ll be back soon.” he told you, reaching to cup your cheek and smooth the lines between your brows with his thumb. He felt the heat under his palm. “We can go get something to eat after we drop him off, if you’d like?” 

Your eyes twitched, then narrowed. “Bribing me with food won’t always work, I hope you know.” 

“Will it work this time?” Jungkook’s eyebrow raised once more. 

“Depends on what we’re having.” you challenged. 

“We can have whatever you want.” he offered, watching your fake scowl turn into a pretty smile.

“Okay, let’s go.” 

Jungkook shook his head at how easy it was for you to be bribed with food, something you both had in common. As you tied your sneakers after putting them on, Jungkook connected Bam’s leash to his collar, the poor dog had no idea you weren’t going on a walk, but he was being dropped off at the facility again. 

At least Bam really liked the place and its workers, always being really happy when arriving there; something Jungkook hoped would quiet your worries as you weren’t happy about sending his dog away. 

You and Bam also grew closer by the day, the dog liked your gentle nature and oftentimes fell asleep with his head on your lap as you gave him scratches. If Jungkook wished it was him instead, that was his business alone. 

“Let’s go, Bamie.” you called the puppy as you opened the front door, hoisting your small purse over your shoulder. “Come on, Jungkookie.” 

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” 

Jungkook was right behind you, taking his car keys from his pocket after locking his home. The beeping allerted you that his car was unlocked and you opened the backseat so that Bam could hop inside. The idol tried not to stare and you bent over to lock Bam’s safety belt, but the heavy sweater fell over your curves so nicely that he could perfectly see the outline of your waist and ass. 

Once you were both inside his vehicle and you put on your own seatbelt, you asked: 

“Now that Bamie won’t be riding with us anymore, can we have a go on your motorcycle sometime?” 

“Yeah, I can buy an extra helmet for you.” Jungkook easily agreed. 

“Oh, well, I don’t want to give you any trouble…” 

“It’s no trouble, doll.” he assured you, turning the car on and watching through the rearview mirror as the gate opened. “In fact, riding my bike with you is something I wanted to do for a while.” 

“Doll?” 

Jungkook’s heart dropped to his stomach as he realized the term of endearment he had for you in his head was actually spoken out loud. He looked to the side, to you, worried about what he might find in your face. 

You had a tiny smile on your glossed lips, eyes small like crescent moons. 

Instead of backtracking, Jungkook decided to not let things get awkward for once in his life. 

“Yeah, cause you’re tiny and cute.” he nodded, putting his car in reverse to get out of the garage. “Is that okay?” 

Your initial reply was the mix between a snort and a laugh. “Yeah, but I’m not tiny. You’re just big.” 

“You’re shorter than the other two girls your agency sent me.” his matter of factly tone made you snort again. 

“I didn’t read size kink on your files, Kook.” you pointed out and Jungkook couldn’t stop the flush to creep up his neck as he waited to make sure his gate was closed before driving off. 

“I didn’t put everything I’m into in those files.” 

“I thought as much.” you continued, looking at Jungkook’s profile as he drove, instead of looking at the views outside. After his questioning hum, you carried on: “I don’t know, your file felt a little vanilla.”

“And you don’t think I like vanilla?” the man’s brain was a second away from short circuiting as he didn’t think this subject would be the background of your drive. 

“Maybe I’m wrong.” you shrugged. “But looking like you do, I would expect something a little more wild.” 

“Wild?” Jungkook parroted, amused to say the least. “I don’t know, doll, I might disappoint you.” 

“You can’t say that while smirking!” you giggled, proof you were still staring at him. 

Telling you all of the things he was actually into was out of question, as he didn’t trust his own body to behave while he did so. For now, he turned the radio on and let you pick a radio station to listen to as he drove the familiar way to Bam’s training center. 

After dropping his puppy off, and after the many promises that he’d be back home soon, you finally told him what you wanted to eat: 

Convenience store ramen. 

Which led Jungkook to ask if you wanted to make some at a 24/7 ramen shop and eat it by the river. You agreed instantly, so he drove across town to one of his favorite spots. 

The shop was tiny and had no workers, so the two of you had complete freedom to put together your own ramen with a variety of toppings, flavors and brands to pick from. You added eggs, kimchi and green onions to yours, while Jungkook went for the traditional a little bit of everything. 

“Are you sure this is okay?” you were asking him as you crossed the street after leaving the ramen shop, passing the sidewalk to step onto the grass of the park at the bank of the Han. “Won’t people recognize you?” 

“Maybe, but it’s fine. Usually I’m able to blend in.” 

Groups of friends and couples were sitting scattered around the area, watching the sky darken as the sun was almost completely gone. Jungkook knew he had to be careful in certain settings, he’d never go to a mall, for instance, without his bodyguards, but this was okay. 

The weather was a little on the colder side, which meant not many people were out and about, and the shadows cast by the approaching night meant it would be a little harder for him to be recognized. 

Besides, now that his group was doing their own thing and living their lives, ARMY were pretty respectful and kept their distance most of the time. 

You picked a spot to sit in an area further away from the more rowdy college student groups, settling on the grass so you could enjoy your hot meals. 

“Are you from around here?” Jungkook was the first to break the silence, opening the foil lid on his ramen bowl. 

“No, my family lives a little up north, but it’s just an hour away.” you told him as you folded your legs in criss-cross. 

“Oh, then it’s not far at all.”

“Nope. It’s the only reason why my parents let me move out into the big city when I was nineteen.” you weren’t looking at him when you said it, unwrapping a pair of disposable chopsticks and giving it to Jungkook. “Wanted to be an actress, how clichê is that?” 

Jungkook could definitely see you being the lead love interest on a coming of age drama, you were definitely pretty enough for that. 

“How did you go from wanting to act to becoming a playmate?” Jungkook asked you while using his chopsticks to break his egg and mix it in with the noodles. 

“It’s not that different, if you think about it. Both involve playing a part.” you shrugged naturally, doing the same with your egg and blowing into the bowl as steam came out. “Being a playmate means I need to change parts of myself and pretend to be something I’m not in order to fit in with what my clients want.”

He could see that it made perfect sense. But your words still planted a little self-doubt seed deep in his heart, making him wonder if what you shared with him, who you were around him, was nothing but a crafted version of who he wanted you to be. 

“Must be tiring. Pretending to be something you’re not all the time.” his tone was slightly bitter, but he covered it with a long slurp of his food. At least he tried to.

“It is. Which is why I never say yes to living with someone that I’d need to change much about who I am.” you explained, looking directly at Jungkook, nothing but truth in your warm eyes. “I could never do it all the time.”

Jungkook’s own mouth got away from him at times, so he asked: “Is there anything that you show me that isn’t real?”

“Oh, yeah.” you nodded mid chew, swallowing before continuing: “I hate dogs.”

The boy laughed out loud at that, head falling back and almost choking on a piece of tofu. “Yeah right, you like Bam better than me.”

“Not completely true, I think you’re both equally cute and sweet.”

“Jesus, thanks, doll.” 

Jungkook was snorting, shaking his head and making his hair drape over his eyes. You giggled between slurps of your dinner, pushing him lightly with your elbow as you asked:

“What?!” 

“That’s exactly what a guy wants to hear from a girl he’s attracted to, that he’s cute and sweet.” he was well aware of the slight pout in his lips and the satoori on his whine. 

“What’s wrong with being cute and sweet?!” you giggled again, all high pitched and adorable. “Those are perfectly good adjectives!”

“Nah, nah, it’s fine.”

“Alright, what would you want me to call you?” you rolled your eyes while your lips were pulled up at the corners. 

“Fuck no, I’m not taking your pitty adjectives.” he denied, eyes squinted as he pushed his hair away from his face. Jungkook should really do something about his bangs soon. 

“Jungkook.”

You called, but he didn’t answer, stuffing his mouth with the delicious food. 

“Jungkookie.” 

You tried again, placing your half eaten dinner on the grass in front of you.

“Kookie.”

One more attempt, this time paired with your small hand reaching for his bicep –which he flexed, obviously–.

“Kook.” you sounded softer this time, almost hesitant, so he looked at you. 

“Mmhmm?”

“You’re not just cute and sweet.” you reasoned, hand very much holding onto his arm. “I also think you’re handsome. I like the way you smell. And your tattoos are really cool. Your muscles are hot.”

“Okay, thanks–” Jungkook let out a small laugh, face flushing as he clearly didn’t think it through, never knowing how to respond to compliments. 

“And I’m attracted to you, too.” 

The admittance came out so easily that air left Jungkook’s lungs, but it took him a while to drag some back in. He also didn’t know how to answer that, simply smiling into his bowl. 

You didn’t let the mood turn heavy, hand leaving his arm to pick up your own dinner again so you could finish it off. The two of you ate the rest of it in comfortable silence, occasionally pointing out cute dogs or funny children walking by. 

Once the ramens were done, you got up to throw the empty containers on a trashcan nearby, coming back to sit next to him again, slightly closer than before. 

“Do you want to go back home?” you asked, pulling your sleeves over your hands to keep the chill away. 

“I’m so full right now I might sleep behind the wheel.” Jungkook hid a yawn behind his hands and rubbed his eyes. “But if you’re too cold, we can.” 

With a giggle, you offered: “Want to take a little nap?” 

“That– sounds like a terrible idea.” 

“Oh, come on, just lay your head here.” you patted your thigh in invitation, dragging Jungkook’s eyes down. “Just for a few minutes, to avoid our impending deaths.” 

Jungkook wouldn’t actually fall asleep while driving, but he wouldn’t deny your offering either. The grass felt a little cold on his side as he laid down, but your leg felt warm under his cheek. As soon as he got comfortable, you started to run your gentle fingers through his hair, nails dragging against his scalp. 

It was so relaxing, and you were so careful not to pull on any strands that Jungkook could fall asleep for real. 

If only he could control his heart from going a little crazy in his chest and his mind didn’t run miles a minute with thoughts of you. 

A/N: Can you tell what's coming next?? 🥵

Sorry about the taglist, Tumblr still isn't letting me tag people. If anyone knows why that could be, please let me know!

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American Mate

Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader

Status: Ongoing series

Word count for Chapter: 4416

Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine

Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! Anxiety, Panic attacks, Cultural differences.

Story Summary: The Hybrid K-pop group BTS is on tour in America; of course, things don't start out the way they should, but after an encounter with Y/n, things change but will everyone follow Fate?

((Hey everyone!! This is my first time writing a FanFic like this and publishing it on Tumblr first! I also made the banner and breaks myself :) Please, any advice would be awesome. I will also eventually be posting it on my AO3. My life is really crazy, and I have massive anxiety in posting this. Please realize that I will post when my demons are under some form of control. So, without further ado... here we go.💜💜💜))

Sex workers have always had their realm throughout history and in every culture. Amsterdam has historically been known for sex workers selling themselves on the corners, in windows, and in offices to provide their services without having any legal ramifications. Even Kings, Queens, and Emperors had concubines or mistresses recognized within the culture. More recently, prostitution in America has been legalized, even if they still work corners like they're doing something illicit and non-professional. Many countries and cultures find it offensive still to have sexual relations with someone who is not a significant other, but slowly, things are changing, and sexual relations are showing to be positive attributes to mental and physical health.  It was unsurprising how business skyrocketed after hybrids became more common. Hybrids have always had higher sexual drives during certain parts of the month or year, depending on the breed.  These times are known as heats for Omegas or ruts for Alphas and Betas. While hybrids were sought after and considered desirable by the masses, only socialites could afford to keep them. However, those not owned by the rich worked in the modeling, music, and film industries due to their superior looks and abilities. 

With the new laws in effect around the world, the sex trade became a more prevalent workforce. The most recent development that has come to fruition with these new laws in mind is the venture of Playmates. One of the first countries to jump on this bandwagon was America. Suppose they didn't see much difference from what the Playboy bunnies were doing for that old guy they used to work for. More recently, South Korea has decided that it is a better venture for their Hybrid Idols to have a playmate than having them sneaking around with people not vetted properly or fully understanding what they agreed to with heats and ruts. Lawsuits and bad tabloids swayed the entertainment industry in South Korea to accept the playmate idea swiftly due to the recent articles regarding how demanding the idol schedules were and how they weren't allowed to have normal relationships or even constant companionship.  Most hybrids are social individuals and gather into different groups. They need companionship, pack bonding, scenting, and support from those close to them. It is pretty much required for the hybrid to be considered healthy.  Any hybrid that isolated themselves became feral and violent, so there was an upheaval regarding the strenuous schedule of K-pop, C-Pop, J-pop, and T-pop idols. 

Companies such as JYP, Big Hit, Wake One, and others have decided to allow their Idol groups, hybrid or not, to branch into having a playmate. Most groups were allowed to pick a playmate or two to share between them all as a confidant, with no sexual relations required in the contract. They were also allowed to pick a playmate individually or as a group to have sexually allowable clauses to assist with those drives, which are either due to just being a living being or because they had instincts of their Hybrid to follow.

All interested parties, legal representatives, and medical professionals attend meetings and discussions in order to agree on boundaries, interests, pay rates, living expenses, etc., which would be drawn and signed by the Idols, their management company, the playmate(s), and their management company. Most contracts also had a 90-day grace period, during which either Playmate(s) or Idol(s) could terminate the contracts without stating a reason. It was not uncommon to have multiple contacts within a group consisting of companion and partner contracts, especially with groups of hybrids needing assistance during their heat or ruts. Each Playmate-based company had a standard contract they would follow, and conditions were added to the contract in case of emergency modifications. These were mainly for the playmates to expand their repertoire or bring a new angle into their services if the Idol or group they were working with decided they wanted more or something different than the current in the contract. All participants would be required to maintain confidentiality, and safety was of the utmost concern. 

Your name is Y/n, and you are not a playmate but a secretary at the new United States branch of PlayMate Services Incorporated, or PMS for short. You figured this would be one of the best ways to work through college, but soon, you realized you weren't very much for academics. So now you are the secretary for the idol division at PMS USA.  You were lucky enough to work in the Idol division because you have an affinity for languages and a high level of respect for hybrids. Your primary language is English because you were born and raised in Colorado. You had learned American Sign Language in high school after your family moved you to California. Shortly after graduation, you learned Spanish and recently became conversationally appropriate for Korean and Thai. Continuing your obsession with languages, you hope that over this next summer, you can learn a little bit of Chinese, both Mandarin and Cantonese and enough Japanese so you don’t get lost if you ever win the lotto and visit. 

In any country, playmates are required to be humans. Most have very modelesque features: tiny waists, full hips, and big breasts. They typically wear a size 0 to a size 4. These regulations for playmates are the exact reason why you are not one of them. You are also very experienced in having many friends or sexual relations, and you love to call yourself the Extroverted Introvert.  While at work, you have a bright smile. You treat everyone as VIPs, but the minute you are out of the office, you can slink around anywhere without anyone knowing you have been near them. Your best friend Evie, a munchkin cat hybrid, always swore you could walk into a room and only let them know you were there if you wanted to. She joked that if it wasn't for your lack of hybrid features, you could be a Tiger Hybrid with how light-footed and graceful you are.  Many people tend to underestimate the level of your sneakiness. It is one of the main things that allows you to be such a good secretary. You know when to be present and noticeable and when to be quiet, discerning, and invisible. 

Well, this doesn't seem very impressive to many, but when you're taller and heavier than most women and wear glasses, you can see how hard it is to miss such a significant presence in a room. You do not fit any of the pretty standards of the modern-day woman. Your hair is a standard brown, which right now is kind of red because of a failed dye job, and your eyes change color depending on what you wear or the mood you are in, but other than that, they're insignificantly brown. Due to your Italian blood, you have freckles and moles with olive skin. You look like an All-American Girl who overeats, and that's what you have been told my entire life. Hence why, you have few social interactions, and you are practically a virgin again. Doesn’t something like three years make you gain a V-card again? Anyway,  you have pretty much just given up, which is your choice. Still, you have a loving heart full of romance and an understanding that others don't have the option to find that connection on their own because of their work, and at least here at PMS, I can help them find something to make their day a little bit better.

Today was supposed to be a typical day checking in with the current Playmates working and following up on some of the Playmates who have STD testing coming up. A couple of temporary contracts are supposed to be coming in. This is a typical day for me, ensuring everything is up and up and answering phones. We are still a tiny branch, but that is okay. We typically only service American pop bands; however, some Korean or Chinese pop bands have used our services while on tour here in America. The other Asian countries have not entirely jumped on this bandwagon with full force, but we do our best to serve their needs as much as possible. You have to start somewhere, and as we grow, things will get better, and you can move up in the ranks. 

You answered emails and took very few phone calls when everything changed. The doors to our 4th-floor office open as a distinguished-looking Asian gentleman walks in a lovely suit and a briefcase with a stern look. “Hello,” he says, coming to a stop with a slight bow at the waist. This is Playmate USA, right?”

“Hello,” standing to reciprocate the respectful bow, “You are correct, sir. This is Playmate Service United States, Idol department. My name is Y/n. How can I help you today?”

“There seems to have been an error in the dates given to this division for a significant Idol group. I'm here to find a quick solution before they grow impatient, hopefully. It wasn't until after my plane had landed I noticed that our meeting was still set for two weeks from now. The boys will land tomorrow and expect to be greeted with their new playmate while in the US. Though not all of them are on board with the idea of having a playmate, some members still hope to find a friend while here.”

“Oh, I see. That does not leave us with much time now, does it? May I have your name? So that I can look up your file and see what I can do?” You smile, sit at your computer, and pull up the calendar. 

“Ah yes, I am Manager Sejin, with Big Hit from Korea.” When he says his name, you quickly type up the information. As the screen populates the file, he continues, “I am the head manager for the K-Pop group Bangtan Sonyeondan.”

“You manage BTS.” You take a small breath, looking over the file while trying not to show your panic on the outside. “All the paperwork has been completed, and a series of potential playmates have been emailed to you for review.” Looking back at the man with confusion, you ask, “Did you receive the profiles, Sir? I do not have a Potential Playmate Response or PPR showing any of them selected, or did you perhaps not receive them?”

“The list was received and should have been sent yesterday afternoon.” 

“Oh, that makes sense, Sir. Due to the time difference, our contracting office would have been closed for the weekend. Even today, you caught us with a low staff. Let me contact that department and see if they are in today and able to meet with you.” Standing from your desk, you wait for the man to follow you to a smaller conference room. “Please wait here while I contact them. In the meantime, would you like some coffee or tea?”

“Oh, tea would be fine. Thank you. The boys like America and decided to come over early to settle in before their upcoming performances, but I guess this portion of the trip planning got left behind. Playmates are still a new concept for Big Hit as BTS is our only hybrid group, Unlike JYP with Stray Kids, Twice, and GOT7.”

“Not a problem, Manager Sejin. We have handled many last-moment assignments in the past, and there is always the 90-day grace period that will allow for any changes to keep your idols comfortable and cared for.” You say as you fix a cup of jasmine green tea at the small kitchenette in the corner and place it on the table for him. “If you excuse me, I will go speak with the contacting department.” You bow respectfully before leaving. Lucky for you, PMS is only on one floor, and the contracting department is two doors down. Knocking on the door and quickly walking in without waiting for a response, you spot your second best friend, Derek, sitting at his desk typing away. “We have an emergency!”

“Y/n, why do you smell like a whirlwind? Are you having an emergency? Are you excited? Are you nervous? Your scent is everywhere.” Derek is a Fennec Fox and one of two hybrids that work with you. It was a brilliant move to have the company hire him since he would clearly understand what is needed for hybrids in general when it came to having their contracts.

Giggling strictly from nerves, you push him aside and search his emails. Finding what you were looking for, you opened the email, “Aha ha! Here it is. Well, that would make sense. Our biggest potential contact just walked in the door two weeks early. They need a playmate by tomorrow, and you have not yet input their PPRs in their file.” Moving out of the way, you look expectantly at Derek as he reads the email. His face fell into shock with confusion, then panic. “So, who has a whirlwind of scents now? Huh?” You sass back to the hybrid knowing from his expression that it would be just as haywire as yours if you could smell it..

“No. Nonononono, Y/n. You do not get it! This is huge! This is a disaster. This was supposed to be handled by my boss, but he is out for the next week camping, God knows where. You said they are here now? They did not like any of the PPRs. So what do we do now?” He looks at you with worry in every feature and starts to stroke his tail slowly in a self-soothing manner. You look at him in shock, not expecting to hear that. Reading the email yourself, you see he is not lying; this is a disaster. They had at least one or more problems with each of the playmate profiles that were sent. Ummm.. ummm… think!

“Okay. Our best bet is to talk to Manager Sejin. Maybe learn more about what the idols want for their playmate. We can also offer them the opportunity to come here and meet with some of them in person to pick their match.  I mean, that is how we do it with American Idols, right?” You nod to yourself and look over at Derek. “Since there is such a skeleton crew today, we are closing early. Why don’t we close now and take Manager Sejin to lunch?” Glancing at your watch, you notice you were set to close in half an hour. He cut it close; you think, “It will be on us, and we can discuss it there. Make it more personable and without a time restraint?”

“Yeah! See, this is why you are known as Miss Fix-it. You always know how to smooth things over. You really should be someone other than the front desk assistant.” He stands, puts on his suit jacket, and heads to the door with a smile. Following him out the door and then leading him to the small conference room. You knock on the door and enter with a slight bow, Derek following your lead and bowing. “Manager Sejin, thank you for waiting. This is Derek, he is with our contracting department. We would like to treat you to lunch and review some options for your idols.” 

Derek steps forward, offering a handshake, “Hello, Sir, as y/n said. I am Derek, a fox hybrid and one of the members of the contracting department. It would be an honor to offer you lunch to discuss contracts and playmates for your group. A local Italian restaurant caters to hybrids and humans alike with private rooms for confidential meetings we can attend. Playmate Services has a permanent room there for occasions such as this. So if you follow me, we can take a company car.” The gentleman smiles and agrees to the meeting. 

It is a simple Italian restaurant with a professional-grade air purifying system to keep the rooms as scent-free as possible and private. The food is very descriptive, with symbols marking which foods are gluten-free, vegan, and hybrid-safe. After some small talk and finishing our respective meals, coffee was served, and the business side of the luncheon started. You pull out your notepad and pen to account for anything that needs to be remembered or discussed. Derek starts off the conversation directly. “Sir, we did receive your PPRs.” He glances at you briefly, and you smile reassuringly. “It seems that your idols did not accept the profiles we sent. We at Playmate Services understand that not everything will be a match and that specifications are requested to be met to the best of our ability. I apologize for not meeting those expectations, but I humbly request that you share some additional information about why they were all rejected so we can find better matches.”

“It is not a simple explanation. As I informed Miss y/n, only some of the group want a playmate while on tour in the US. I believe that it was one of the older members who rejected them all. You see, the boys had a permanent companion, a Playmate from the Korean division, but she fell for a human and ended up leaving the boys with broken hearts. One of the older members took it very hard because that Playmate had said some hateful things about the boys, and he took it personally.” 

As he explained the situation, you could not help but feel disappointed in the Korean division for this to have happened, but you also understood love is love. However, “Hateful things? She fell for a human… she didn’t speak hatefully or discriminate against the idols for being hybrids, did she?” Your mouth spoke from your heart before your brain filter could stop you. You did not even realize that you had said anything until the room got quiet, and a small flick of a tail on your leg got you to look up from your notepad. “Oh! Oh.” standing, you bow respectfully, ”Sorry, Manager Sejin, you do not have to answer that. I spoke before thinking. I just support hybrid equality, and it pains me to think this happened.”

“Miss Y/n, please retake your seat.” You do, and after a calming breath, you look up at him only to have your jaw drop. Ears. He has two small fluffy ears that you now notice as they have wiggled out from under his hair. A hybrid! He was also a hybrid! “I apologize for not telling you earlier, but I am Sejin, a hamster hybrid. I thank you for your support of our kind,” nodding to include Derek in his statement. “I wish there were more of you in the world. Playmate Services Korea will not work with me because they already know I am a hybrid and think the boys should have a human manager, but with the current situation. I had to chance that you did not know and hide my features. Your care and respect for our kind have already informed me this is a good choice for the boys. However, you can relax more around me. I can scent that you are very upset for the boys, whom you do not even know unless you are Army, and this meeting was entirely my fault for improper planning.” Looking at Derek, “does she always have this strong reaction to events?”

Derek nods, laughing out loud as if this is the funniest thing in the world. You huff slightly at Derek because you are sure that he knew the man was a hybrid from the get-go and didn't even try to warn you. “She is very passionate about everything she does. However, because of her friendship with an emotional munchkin hybrid and working with two hybrids, she has learned to cut her scent off if she is trying to hide something, which, as you know, just lets us know that something is going on even more than if she were just to calm her scent down. She is a lovely but fascinating human.” 

You sit there bouncing between disappointment that you didn’t recognize he was a hybrid, irritation at Derek for not telling you, and embarrassment that your scent is giving you away again. Giving yourself a second to collect yourself while finding the notepad even more interesting than life, you will your blushing to stop as you clear your throat and glare, albeit playfully, at Derek, “I think it would be wise to propose our idea about setting up meetings, Mr. Gulley.” 

“Okay, Okay. Don’t sour your scent on me.” Derek gently scolded me as he returned his attention to the client. “Y/n, came up with a good idea. We typically have meetings between our free playmates and potential clients when the clients are USA-based. I know the idols, or some of them, hope to have a playmate waiting for them, but maybe this would be a better idea. Then, if they pick any, we can draft the individual contracts and those uncomfortable with playmates do not have to interact with anyone and can still observe. Since we are a newer branch, we do not have many playmates.”

Manager Sejin seems to think about the offer while sipping his coffee, looking between you and Derek. He takes out his phone, types a few things, and then looks up directly at you, “Miss y/n, do you believe this is the best option, or are you at a loss as to what to do and are just scrambling?”

Looking at him wide-eyed for a moment and cursing at Derek in your mind for throwing you under the bus, you sip the last of your iced coffee and, with hopefully a calm scent, you say, “Manager Sejin, I may be human, but hybrids are also allowed and deserve the same respect and rights to comfort and care. I know that I suggested this option to Derek before hearing about the recent incident with Playmate Korea.” You take a breath and look him in the eyes, “However, I do believe in it even more now. The meeting would be in our hybrid-friendly conference room with a one-way mirror and shared circulation. This setup will allow the members who are interested in a playmate to meet while allowing the guarded packmates the ability to scent and see the humans as well as the reactions of their pack. We do not intend to cause any complications between the pack and force them all to accept whomever we deem ‘worthy enough’ because it will not bode well for anyone. I am sure the Alpha of the pack is just as concerned with their packmates being comfortable in a foreign country as he is with protecting them in that same country. If they do not agree on any playmates at the end of the meetings, then it will be with no stone unturned, and it will be the best thing for the pack. While I know this is a business, and your idols leaving without a playmate would be a potential loss for our company. I will not allow any further actions from any department within Playmate Services Incorporated to cause issues with this or other idol groups to the best of my ability during their visit to the United States.” Unknown to you, your scent has turned into a burning but not unpleasant version of itself. Showing both hybrids how serious and determined you are to have the idols taken care of properly and how upset you are at the Korean division. 

“Manager Sejin,” a voice comes from the phone he placed on the table. Both you and Derek’s eyes widen in shock at hearing the voice and zero in on the phone. “We land at 1:30 pm tomorrow and will immediately meet you, Mr. Derek, and Miss y/n at Playmate Services. I will let the rest of Bangtan Pack know, and do not worry about Yoongi. I will speak with him before we land. Miss Y/n, I hope you are as honest and trustworthy as you sound.”

“Understood Namjoon-ssi. Thank you for taking this call. We will see you all tomorrow.” The phone beeps into silence as the call ends. 

Did you blab this long rant while THE RM listened? While THE Alpha of BTS was listening? Yes, you did, but you must keep calm and smile professionally at the manager. “Miss y/n. Mr. Kim cannot scent you as I can. I apologize for not informing you that he was on the line, but I could not be more surprised by you and your recommendation. I knew he would have to hear it from your voice before agreeing. As he is the Prime Alpha of BTS, his concerns are just as you said. I will see myself out and to my hotel for the night. I will see you tomorrow, Miss y/n. Mr. Derek.” With a bow that you both quickly reciprocated, he left. 

You slowly take your seat and look at your currently blank notepad. You wrote nothing. Your brain could remember nothing but that you just ranted while RM listened. Alpha Rm… Wait… Prime Alpha??? That means that there is more than one Alpha in BTS. You jump at the feeling of fur along your hands as you look down to see that you have blood on them because you started to pick at your nail beds while you were spiraling. 

“Y/n. Are you okay? You did it. You got them to agree. Y/n, breathe with me, please. Your scent is disappearing. You didn’t do anything wrong. I am so proud of you.” Derek tries to push out his calming scent, which, strangely enough, has helped you in the past, along with the feeling of his tail. He knows you are a K-pop fan with a tattoo memorializing the passing of Moonbin from Astro. Still, he thinks that the whole concept that this is the biggest K-pop group in the world depends on your idea working, along with the expectation now from not just an Alpha but a Prime Alpha, has you, his little human hybrid-supporter, lost as to what to do or how to react. 

Taking a deep breath, you slowly pull your hands from under the fox’s tail and look at Derek, “I didn’t  just blow the whole contract by ranting to the Prime Alpha of BTS?”

American Mate - (1)

Two Weeks Early

Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 1 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 4416

Word count for Story: 4416

Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine

Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, m/m, and m/f/m. This chapter does have Anxiety, Panic attacks, and Cultural differences.

Story Summary: The Hybrid K-pop group BTS is on tour in America; of course, things don't start out the way they should, but after an encounter with Y/n, things change but will everyone follow Fate?

BTS HYBRID ANIMAL TYPES: Seokjin - Roan Ferret, Yoongi - Black Jaguar, Hoseok - Marten, Namjoon - Alaskan Timber Wolf, Jimin - Red Panda, Taehyung - White Southwest African Tiger, Jungkook - Flemish Giant Rabbit

AMERICAN MATE MASTER LIST / LDYSMFRST MASTER LIST

((Hey everyone!! This is my first time writing a FanFic like this and publishing it on Tumblr first! I also made the banner and breaks myself :) Please, any advice would be awesome. I will also eventually be posting it on my AO3. My life is really crazy, and I have massive anxiety in posting this. Please realize that I will post when my demons are under some form of control. So, without further ado... here we go.💜💜💜))

Sex workers have always had their realm throughout history and in every culture. Amsterdam has historically been known for sex workers selling themselves on the corners, in windows, and in offices to provide their services without having any legal ramifications. Even Kings, Queens, and Emperors had concubines or mistresses recognized within the culture. More recently, prostitution in America has been legalized, even if they still work corners like they're doing something illicit and non-professional. Many countries and cultures find it offensive still to have sexual relations with someone who is not a significant other, but slowly, things are changing, and sexual relations are showing to be positive attributes to mental and physical health.  It was unsurprising how business skyrocketed after hybrids became more common. Hybrids have always had higher sexual drives during certain parts of the month or year, depending on the breed.  These times are known as heats for Omegas or ruts for Alphas and Betas. While hybrids were sought after and considered desirable by the masses, only socialites could afford to keep them. However, those not owned by the rich worked in the modeling, music, and film industries due to their superior looks and abilities. 

With the new laws in effect around the world, the sex trade became a more prevalent workforce. The most recent development that has come to fruition with these new laws in mind is the venture of Playmates. One of the first countries to jump on this bandwagon was America. Suppose they didn't see much difference from what the Playboy bunnies were doing for that old guy they used to work for. More recently, South Korea has decided that it is a better venture for their Hybrid Idols to have a playmate than having them sneaking around with people not vetted properly or fully understanding what they agreed to with heats and ruts. Lawsuits and bad tabloids swayed the entertainment industry in South Korea to accept the playmate idea swiftly due to the recent articles regarding how demanding the idol schedules were and how they weren't allowed to have normal relationships or even constant companionship.  Most hybrids are social individuals and gather into different groups. They need companionship, pack bonding, scenting, and support from those close to them. It is pretty much required for the hybrid to be considered healthy.  Any hybrid that isolated themselves became feral and violent, so there was an upheaval regarding the strenuous schedule of K-pop, C-Pop, J-pop, and T-pop idols. 

Companies such as JYP, Big Hit, Wake One, and others have decided to allow their Idol groups, hybrid or not, to branch into having a playmate. Most groups were allowed to pick a playmate or two to share between them all as a confidant, with no sexual relations required in the contract. They were also allowed to pick a playmate individually or as a group to have sexually allowable clauses to assist with those drives, which are either due to just being a living being or because they had instincts of their Hybrid to follow.

All interested parties, legal representatives, and medical professionals attend meetings and discussions in order to agree on boundaries, interests, pay rates, living expenses, etc., which would be drawn and signed by the Idols, their management company, the playmate(s), and their management company. Most contracts also had a 90-day grace period, during which either Playmate(s) or Idol(s) could terminate the contracts without stating a reason. It was not uncommon to have multiple contacts within a group consisting of companion and partner contracts, especially with groups of hybrids needing assistance during their heat or ruts. Each Playmate-based company had a standard contract they would follow, and conditions were added to the contract in case of emergency modifications. These were mainly for the playmates to expand their repertoire or bring a new angle into their services if the Idol or group they were working with decided they wanted more or something different than the current in the contract. All participants would be required to maintain confidentiality, and safety was of the utmost concern. 

Your name is Y/n, and you are not a playmate but a secretary at the new United States branch of PlayMate Services Incorporated, or PMS for short. You figured this would be one of the best ways to work through college, but soon, you realized you weren't very much for academics. So now you are the secretary for the idol division at PMS USA.  You were lucky enough to work in the Idol division because you have an affinity for languages and a high level of respect for hybrids. Your primary language is English because you were born and raised in Colorado. You had learned American Sign Language in high school after your family moved you to California. Shortly after graduation, you learned Spanish and recently became conversationally appropriate for Korean and Thai. Continuing your obsession with languages, you hope that over this next summer, you can learn a little bit of Chinese, both Mandarin and Cantonese and enough Japanese so you don’t get lost if you ever win the lotto and visit. 

In any country, playmates are required to be humans. Most have very modelesque features: tiny waists, full hips, and big breasts. They typically wear a size 0 to a size 4. These regulations for playmates are the exact reason why you are not one of them. You are also not very experienced in having many friends or sexual relations, and you love to call yourself the Extroverted Introvert.  While at work, you have a bright smile. You treat everyone as VIPs, but the minute you are out of the office, you can slink around anywhere without anyone knowing you have been near them. Your best friend Evie, a munchkin cat hybrid, always swore you could walk into a room and only let them know you were there if you wanted to. She joked that if it wasn't for your lack of hybrid features, you could be a Tiger Hybrid with how light-footed and graceful you are.  Many people tend to underestimate the level of your sneakiness. It is one of the main things that allows you to be such a good secretary. You know when to be present and noticeable and when to be quiet, discerning, and invisible. 

Well, this doesn't seem very impressive to many, but when you're taller and heavier than most women and wear glasses, you can see how hard it is to miss such a significant presence in a room. You do not fit any of the pretty standards of the modern-day woman. Your hair is a standard brown, which right now is kind of red because of a failed dye job, and your eyes change color depending on what you wear or the mood you are in, but other than that, they're insignificantly brown. Due to your Italian blood, you have freckles and moles with olive skin. You look like an All-American Girl who overeats, and that's what you have been told my entire life. Hence why, you have few social interactions, and you are practically a virgin again. Doesn’t something like three years make you gain a V-card again? Anyway,  you have pretty much just given up, which is your choice. Still, you have a loving heart full of romance and an understanding that others don't have the option to find that connection on their own because of their work, and at least here at PMS, I can help them find something to make their day a little bit better.

Today was supposed to be a typical day checking in with the current Playmates working and following up on some of the Playmates who have STD testing coming up. A couple of temporary contracts are supposed to be coming in. This is a typical day for me, ensuring everything is up and up and answering phones. We are still a tiny branch, but that is okay. We typically only service American pop bands; however, some Korean or Chinese pop bands have used our services while on tour here in America. The other Asian countries have not entirely jumped on this bandwagon with full force, but we do our best to serve their needs as much as possible. You have to start somewhere, and as we grow, things will get better, and you can move up in the ranks. 

You answered emails and took very few phone calls when everything changed. The doors to our 4th-floor office open as a distinguished-looking Asian gentleman walks in a lovely suit and a briefcase with a stern look. “Hello,” he says, coming to a stop with a slight bow at the waist. This is Playmate USA, right?”

“Hello,” standing to reciprocate the respectful bow, “You are correct, sir. This is Playmate Service United States, Idol department. My name is Y/n. How can I help you today?”

“There seems to have been an error in the dates given to this division for a significant Idol group. I'm here to find a quick solution before they grow impatient, hopefully. It wasn't until after my plane had landed I noticed that our meeting was still set for two weeks from now. The boys will land tomorrow and expect to be greeted with their new playmate while in the US. Though not all of them are on board with the idea of having a playmate, some members still hope to find a friend while here.”

“Oh, I see. That does not leave us with much time now, does it? May I have your name? So that I can look up your file and see what I can do?” You smile, sit at your computer, and pull up the calendar. 

“Ah yes, I am Manager Sejin, with Big Hit from Korea.” When he says his name, you quickly type up the information. As the screen populates the file, he continues, “I am the head manager for the K-Pop group Bangtan Sonyeondan.”

“You manage BTS.” You take a small breath, looking over the file while trying not to show your panic on the outside. “All the paperwork has been completed, and a series of potential playmates have been emailed to you for review.” Looking back at the man with confusion, you ask, “Did you receive the profiles, Sir? I do not have a Potential Playmate Response or PPR showing any of them selected, or did you perhaps not receive them?”

“The list was received and should have been sent yesterday afternoon.” 

“Oh, that makes sense, Sir. Due to the time difference, our contracting office would have been closed for the weekend. Even today, you caught us with a low staff. Let me contact that department and see if they are in today and able to meet with you.” Standing from your desk, you wait for the man to follow you to a smaller conference room. “Please wait here while I contact them. In the meantime, would you like some coffee or tea?”

“Oh, tea would be fine. Thank you. The boys like America and decided to come over early to settle in before their upcoming performances, but I guess this portion of the trip planning got left behind. Playmates are still a new concept for Big Hit as BTS is our only hybrid group, Unlike JYP with Stray Kids, Twice, and GOT7.”

“Not a problem, Manager Sejin. We have handled many last-moment assignments in the past, and there is always the 90-day grace period that will allow for any changes to keep your idols comfortable and cared for.” You say as you fix a cup of jasmine green tea at the small kitchenette in the corner and place it on the table for him. “If you excuse me, I will go speak with the contacting department.” You bow respectfully before leaving. Lucky for you, PMS is only on one floor, and the contracting department is two doors down. Knocking on the door and quickly walking in without waiting for a response, you spot your second best friend, Derek, sitting at his desk typing away. “We have an emergency!”

“Y/n, why do you smell like a whirlwind? Are you having an emergency? Are you excited? Are you nervous? Your scent is everywhere.” Derek is a Fennec Fox and one of two hybrids that work with you. It was a brilliant move to have the company hire him since he would clearly understand what is needed for hybrids in general when it came to having their contracts.

Giggling strictly from nerves, you push him aside and search his emails. Finding what you were looking for, you opened the email, “Aha ha! Here it is. Well, that would make sense. Our biggest potential contact just walked in the door two weeks early. They need a playmate by tomorrow, and you have not yet input their PPRs in their file.” Moving out of the way, you look expectantly at Derek as he reads the email. His face fell into shock with confusion, then panic. “So, who has a whirlwind of scents now? Huh?” You sass back to the hybrid knowing from his expression that it would be just as haywire as yours if you could smell it..

“No. Nonononono, Y/n. You do not get it! This is huge! This is a disaster. This was supposed to be handled by my boss, but he is out for the next week camping, God knows where. You said they are here now? They did not like any of the PPRs. So what do we do now?” He looks at you with worry in every feature and starts to stroke his tail slowly in a self-soothing manner. You look at him in shock, not expecting to hear that. Reading the email yourself, you see he is not lying; this is a disaster. They had at least one or more problems with each of the playmate profiles that were sent. Ummm.. ummm… think!

“Okay. Our best bet is to talk to Manager Sejin. Maybe learn more about what the idols want for their playmate. We can also offer them the opportunity to come here and meet with some of them in person to pick their match.  I mean, that is how we do it with American Idols, right?” You nod to yourself and look over at Derek. “Since there is such a skeleton crew today, we are closing early. Why don’t we close now and take Manager Sejin to lunch?” Glancing at your watch, you notice you were set to close in half an hour. He cut it close; you think, “It will be on us, and we can discuss it there. Make it more personable and without a time restraint?”

“Yeah! See, this is why you are known as Miss Fix-it. You always know how to smooth things over. You really should be someone other than the front desk assistant.” He stands, puts on his suit jacket, and heads to the door with a smile. Following him out the door and then leading him to the small conference room. You knock on the door and enter with a slight bow, Derek following your lead and bowing. “Manager Sejin, thank you for waiting. This is Derek, he is with our contracting department. We would like to treat you to lunch and review some options for your idols.” 

Derek steps forward, offering a handshake, “Hello, Sir, as y/n said. I am Derek, a fox hybrid and one of the members of the contracting department. It would be an honor to offer you lunch to discuss contracts and playmates for your group. A local Italian restaurant caters to hybrids and humans alike with private rooms for confidential meetings we can attend. Playmate Services has a permanent room there for occasions such as this. So if you follow me, we can take a company car.” The gentleman smiles and agrees to the meeting. 

It is a simple Italian restaurant with a professional-grade air purifying system to keep the rooms as scent-free as possible and private. The food is very descriptive, with symbols marking which foods are gluten-free, vegan, and hybrid-safe. After some small talk and finishing our respective meals, coffee was served, and the business side of the luncheon started. You pull out your notepad and pen to account for anything that needs to be remembered or discussed. Derek starts off the conversation directly. “Sir, we did receive your PPRs.” He glances at you briefly, and you smile reassuringly. “It seems that your idols did not accept the profiles we sent. We at Playmate Services understand that not everything will be a match and that specifications are requested to be met to the best of our ability. I apologize for not meeting those expectations, but I humbly request that you share some additional information about why they were all rejected so we can find better matches.”

“It is not a simple explanation. As I informed Miss y/n, only some of the group want a playmate while on tour in the US. I believe that it was one of the older members who rejected them all. You see, the boys had a permanent companion, a Playmate from the Korean division, but she fell for a human and ended up leaving the boys with broken hearts. One of the older members took it very hard because that Playmate had said some hateful things about the boys, and he took it personally.” 

As he explained the situation, you could not help but feel disappointed in the Korean division for this to have happened, but you also understood love is love. However, “Hateful things? She fell for a human… she didn’t speak hatefully or discriminate against the idols for being hybrids, did she?” Your mouth spoke from your heart before your brain filter could stop you. You did not even realize that you had said anything until the room got quiet, and a small flick of a tail on your leg got you to look up from your notepad. “Oh! Oh.” standing, you bow respectfully, ”Sorry, Manager Sejin, you do not have to answer that. I spoke before thinking. I just support hybrid equality, and it pains me to think this happened.”

“Miss Y/n, please retake your seat.” You do, and after a calming breath, you look up at him only to have your jaw drop. Ears. He has two small fluffy ears that you now notice as they have wiggled out from under his hair. A hybrid! He was also a hybrid! “I apologize for not telling you earlier, but I am Sejin, a hamster hybrid. I thank you for your support of our kind,” nodding to include Derek in his statement. “I wish there were more of you in the world. Playmate Services Korea will not work with me because they already know I am a hybrid and think the boys should have a human manager, but with the current situation. I had to chance that you did not know and hide my features. Your care and respect for our kind have already informed me this is a good choice for the boys. However, you can relax more around me. I can scent that you are very upset for the boys, whom you do not even know unless you are Army, and this meeting was entirely my fault for improper planning.” Looking at Derek, “does she always have this strong reaction to events?”

Derek nods, laughing out loud as if this is the funniest thing in the world. You huff slightly at Derek because you are sure that he knew the man was a hybrid from the get-go and didn't even try to warn you. “She is very passionate about everything she does. However, because of her friendship with an emotional munchkin hybrid and working with two hybrids, she has learned to cut her scent off if she is trying to hide something, which, as you know, just lets us know that something is going on even more than if she were just to calm her scent down. She is a lovely but fascinating human.” 

You sit there bouncing between disappointment that you didn’t recognize he was a hybrid, irritation at Derek for not telling you, and embarrassment that your scent is giving you away again. Giving yourself a second to collect yourself while finding the notepad even more interesting than life, you will your blushing to stop as you clear your throat and glare, albeit playfully, at Derek, “I think it would be wise to propose our idea about setting up meetings, Mr. Gulley.” 

“Okay, Okay. Don’t sour your scent on me.” Derek gently scolded me as he returned his attention to the client. “Y/n, came up with a good idea. We typically have meetings between our free playmates and potential clients when the clients are USA-based. I know the idols, or some of them, hope to have a playmate waiting for them, but maybe this would be a better idea. Then, if they pick any, we can draft the individual contracts and those uncomfortable with playmates do not have to interact with anyone and can still observe. Since we are a newer branch, we do not have many playmates.”

Manager Sejin seems to think about the offer while sipping his coffee, looking between you and Derek. He takes out his phone, types a few things, and then looks up directly at you, “Miss y/n, do you believe this is the best option, or are you at a loss as to what to do and are just scrambling?”

Looking at him wide-eyed for a moment and cursing at Derek in your mind for throwing you under the bus, you sip the last of your iced coffee and, with hopefully a calm scent, you say, “Manager Sejin, I may be human, but hybrids are also allowed and deserve the same respect and rights to comfort and care. I know that I suggested this option to Derek before hearing about the recent incident with Playmate Korea.” You take a breath and look him in the eyes, “However, I do believe in it even more now. The meeting would be in our hybrid-friendly conference room with a one-way mirror and shared circulation. This setup will allow the members who are interested in a playmate to meet while allowing the guarded packmates the ability to scent and see the humans as well as the reactions of their pack. We do not intend to cause any complications between the pack and force them all to accept whomever we deem ‘worthy enough’ because it will not bode well for anyone. I am sure the Alpha of the pack is just as concerned with their packmates being comfortable in a foreign country as he is with protecting them in that same country. If they do not agree on any playmates at the end of the meetings, then it will be with no stone unturned, and it will be the best thing for the pack. While I know this is a business, and your idols leaving without a playmate would be a potential loss for our company. I will not allow any further actions from any department within Playmate Services Incorporated to cause issues with this or other idol groups to the best of my ability during their visit to the United States.” Unknown to you, your scent has turned into a burning but not unpleasant version of itself. Showing both hybrids how serious and determined you are to have the idols taken care of properly and how upset you are at the Korean division. 

“Manager Sejin,” a voice comes from the phone he placed on the table. Both you and Derek’s eyes widen in shock at hearing the voice and zero in on the phone. “We land at 1:30 pm tomorrow and will immediately meet you, Mr. Derek, and Miss y/n at Playmate Services. I will let the rest of Bangtan Pack know, and do not worry about Yoongi. I will speak with him before we land. Miss Y/n, I hope you are as honest and trustworthy as you sound.”

“Understood Namjoon-ssi. Thank you for taking this call. We will see you all tomorrow.” The phone beeps into silence as the call ends. 

Did you blab this long rant while THE RM listened? While THE Alpha of BTS was listening? Yes, you did, but you must keep calm and smile professionally at the manager. “Miss y/n. Mr. Kim cannot scent you as I can. I apologize for not informing you that he was on the line, but I could not be more surprised by you and your recommendation. I knew he would have to hear it from your voice before agreeing. As he is the Prime Alpha of BTS, his concerns are just as you said. I will see myself out and to my hotel for the night. I will see you tomorrow, Miss y/n. Mr. Derek.” With a bow that you both quickly reciprocated, he left. 

You slowly take your seat and look at your currently blank notepad. You wrote nothing. Your brain could remember nothing but that you just ranted while RM listened. Alpha Rm… Wait… Prime Alpha??? That means that there is more than one Alpha in BTS. You jump at the feeling of fur along your hands as you look down to see that you have blood on them because you started to pick at your nail beds while you were spiraling. 

“Y/n. Are you okay? You did it. You got them to agree. Y/n, breathe with me, please. Your scent is disappearing. You didn’t do anything wrong. I am so proud of you.” Derek tries to push out his calming scent, which, strangely enough, has helped you in the past, along with the feeling of his tail. He knows you are a K-pop fan with a tattoo memorializing the passing of Moonbin from Astro. Still, he thinks that the whole concept that this is the biggest K-pop group in the world depends on your idea working, along with the expectation now from not just an Alpha but a Prime Alpha, has you, his little human hybrid-supporter, lost as to what to do or how to react. 

Taking a deep breath, you slowly pull your hands from under the fox’s tail and look at Derek, “I didn’t  just blow the whole contract by ranting to the Prime Alpha of BTS?”

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This is hysterical! 💜💜💜

Y/n: what's it like being tall?

Y/n: is it nice?

Y/n: can you comfortably reach the cupboards?

Jungkook: we live in constant fear of the short ones, who, in my experience, will climb 4 chairs, 2 boxes, a coffee table, and 6 oddly placed stools to get what they want.

Jimin: that was ONE TIME!