CALM AFTER THE STORM |BTS OT7 X READER| HYBRID AU (M)

CALM AFTER THE STORM |BTS OT7 X READER| HYBRID AU (M)

{Chapter Ten – Uncertainties And Fear}

Pairing: OT7 BTS!HYBRID X FEM!HUMAN READER

Kim Namjoon: Black Mackenzie Valley Alpha wolf

Kim Soekjin: White Alpha Lion

Min Yoongi: White Alpha Jaguar

Jung Hosoek: Alpha Snow Leopard

Park Jimin : Alpha Albino Cobra

Kim Taehyung: Alpha White/ Bleached Tiger

Jeon Jungkook: Alpha Black Panther

Reader: Heaven Valentino Human

Status: Ongoing

RATED (M) FOR MATURE

Words: 2.2K!

WARNING: EVENTUAL SMUT, BLOOD GORE, DETAILED GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION, ABUSE (ALL FORMS), PROFANITY, VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, CHARACTER DEATH(MINOR), SADOMASOCHISM ACTS, MENTIONS OF BDSM, ETC...

CHAPTER WARNING: Mentions of mental truama, Character regression, and slight mental breakdowns.

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MATERIALIST

Heaven’s POV

~Hybrid heaven~

It had been a grueling journey that spanned three months, each day dragging on with a sense of despair that seemed to permeate every moment. The relentless search for my boys dragged on me like a heavy stomp.

As we arrived at Hybrid Heaven, it was evident that Jungkook and Jimin had borne the brunt of the abuse, as they were immediately ushered into intensive care.

The rest of my precious hybrids were tended to, receiving necessary checkups and care for their visible wounds. I watched as bruises were carefully cleansed and wrists were gently bandaged, a painful reminder of the trauma they had endured. We all sat in tense anticipation, waiting for the results of Jimin and Jungkook's assessments.

The memories of finding them in such harrowing states haunted me, the images seared into my mind like a brand. Jungkook, violated in front of his pack mates, their helpless eyes witnessing a nightmarish scene they could not intervene in. The mere thought of it made my heart ache with a depth of sorrow I had never known.

Attempting to assist them into the car, I was met with a stark avoidance of my touch from all except Namjoon. I understood their reaction, yet the rejection pierced me in a way that felt almost unbearable. I struggled not to internalize their reluctance, knowing that the wounds they bore were more than just physical.

Hours later, the doctor emerged, his expression betraying a hint of unease that sent a shiver down my spine. I braced myself for his words, dreading what news he might deliver.

"Doctor, how are they doing?" I inquired, my voice laced with a mix of fear and hope as my fellow hybrids waited with bated breath.

The doctor's hesitation was palpable, his uncertainty hanging heavy in the air like a cloud of impending doom. "Well, due to their hybrid DNA, they managed to survive, but..." he trailed off, his words laden with a weight that made my stomach churn.

"But what, doctor?" Namjoon's voice wavered slightly, mirroring the anxiety that gripped us all.

"Jimin has entered a state of selective mutism, and Jungkook is struggling with a regression known as little space. It's a concerning situation, but one that can be treated," the doctor explained, his words landing like a crushing blow.

My breath caught in my throat, my blood running cold as the reality of their conditions sank in. Not my precious hybrids, not the ones I had vowed to protect at all costs. Guilt washed over me in a wave of self-reproach, my heart heavy with the burden of my perceived failure.

I had made a promise to shield them from harm, to be their guardian in a world that had shown them cruelty. Yet, in my arrogance and complacency, I had allowed them to be snatched away under my very nose. The weight of that betrayal bore down on me, a crushing reminder of the consequences of my shortcomings.

As I was lost in my own thoughts of self-doubt and reflection, a sudden growl followed by screams echoed from the room down the hallway, immediately drawing my attention. Without even consciously trying, I knew who it was - Jungkook.

With a rush of adrenaline, I sprinted towards the commotion, the boys trailing behind me. My eyes widened in shock and horror at the chaotic scene unfolding before me.

Medical personnel surrounded Jungkook, armed with tranquilizers and equipment, attempting to subdue the feral panther hybrid that he seemed to have transformed into. His growls and aggressive words filled the room, creating a tense and unsettling atmosphere.

"YOU HUMANS ARE ALL THE SAME, GET AWAY FROM ME!!!" Jungkook's voice reverberated, punctuated by his actions as he tore off wires and knocked over medical supplies in his frenzy.

The rest of the members of the group were working together to restrain Jungkook, with Jin and Taehyung securing his arms and Namjoon trying to control his movements from behind. It was a heartbreaking sight to witness Jungkook, usually so kind, gentle and playful in this state of uncontrollable rage.

As a nurse cautiously approached with a syringe, presumably to sedate Jungkook for everyone's safety, my instincts kicked in. I intervened, knocking the needle away and issuing a stern warning to the medical staff.

"STAY AWAY FROM MY HYBRID IF YOU WANT TO LIVE AND SEE THE NEXT DAY," I asserted with a cold, threatening tone, making it clear that I would protect Jungkook at all costs.

The nurse, taken aback by my sudden outburst, tried to explain the necessity of sedation to calm Jungkook down and maintain control over the situation. However, I refused to accept their rationale, expressing my disdain for their attempts to treat Jungkook like a wild animal that needed to be contained.

"He's not some wild animal for you to keep him under control. You might as well lock him in a cage. Is that what you’re trying to say, huh?!" I lashed out, my frustration and protectiveness for Jungkook reaching a boiling point.

Despite the nurse's apologies and pleas, I demanded that they all leave, unwilling to entertain any further interference. The medical staff hastily retreated, leaving us alone in the room with the challenging task of calming down Jungkook and addressing the underlying issues causing his distress.

As I turned around, my heart sank seeing Jungkook struggling against the boys' firm grasp. I knew I needed to intervene and comfort him. Moving closer, I positioned myself in front of him, calling out his name in an attempt to soothe his distress.

"Hey sweetie, look at me... focus on me. It's okay, no one will harm you. Jungkook, it's me, Heaven, your Noona. I'm right here," I urged desperately, hoping to break through his turmoil.

For a moment, he seemed to lock eyes with me, his expression a whirlwind of confusion and pain. Then, the floodgates opened, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"N-noona, is that really y-you?" his voice quivered, the weight of his emotions palpable in the air as he spoke.

As he gazed at me, the boys gradually released their grip, sensing his surrender. Jungkook tentatively approached me, his hand trembling as it reached out to touch my face. When his fingers brushed against my cheek, a shiver ran through him, and in an instant, he enveloped me in a tight embrace, his tears now flowing freely.

"Noona, where have y-you been? The b-bad people, they s-said you abandoned us... that you got r-rid of Kookie. Kookie believed you would come back," he cried, his words laced with years of hurt and betrayal.

My heart shattered at his words, knowing the depth of manipulation and lies that had tormented them, driving a wedge between us. The malicious deceit orchestrated by Jeong-Sin and Woo-Bin had twisted their minds, painting me as a betrayer in their eyes.

Anger surged within me, fueled by the injustice done to my hybrids. Jeong-Sin and Woo-Bin would face the consequences of their actions, and justice would prevail. I vowed to protect Jungkook and the others, to shield them from further harm and to show them the unwavering love and trust they deserved.

With determination firm in my heart, I whispered to Jungkook, "I'm here now, and I'll never leave you again. Together, we'll face whatever challenges come our way. You're safe with me, always.”

I held on tightly to Jungkook, my heart heavy with emotion as I reassured him that I had never abandoned him or any of the others, and that any rumors of that nature were completely false.

As we embraced, I felt the comforting weight of six hybrids surrounding me, their soft sobs and shaky breaths a testament to the deep bonds we shared. However, amidst the warmth of the group hug, I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was missing.

My gaze swept across the room until it landed on Jimin, standing alone in a corner with a look of unease in his eyes. I gently extricated myself from the embrace and made my way towards him, noting the distress etched in his features as he hesitated to meet my gaze.

"Jimin, why is my sweet snake standing here all alone?" I offered, my voice carrying a mix of concern and affection.

Silence greeted my question, broken only by the soft whimpers emanating from Jimin. I watched as he struggled to articulate his thoughts, gesturing to himself and then to the ground, his expression filled with self-doubt and insecurity.

It was clear that Jimin believed himself unworthy, tainted by the cruel judgments imposed upon him by others. Anger simmered within me, not directed at him, but towards those who had planted such poisonous seeds in his mind.

Locking eyes with Jimin, I allowed my emotions to surface, ensuring he saw the depth of my feelings reflected in my gaze.

"Jimin, when have I ever indicated that you are not deserving of being by my side? From the moment I rescued you and the others from that horrible place, I made a vow to always stand by you, to never allow you to feel inferior. If we speak of worthiness, then it is I who do not deserve you,”

I inhaled a deep breath before continuing, “Imagine a life devoid of Jungkook and Taehyung's antics, Jin's humor and culinary skills, Yoongi's gruff exterior hiding a soft heart, Hobi's infectious enthusiasm, Namjoon's intellectual charm and endearing clumsiness, and most of all, your infectious joy and playful nature. Can you envisage a world without all this? Without the boys? Without you?" My voice trembled with emotion.

"Nothing. Utterly nothing. Life would be void of light, color, and vitality. Do you see where I'm going with this, Jimin? I cannot exist without you all. You are my beacon in the darkness, my strength when I falter, my very essence. I refuse to allow anyone, including yourselves, to believe that you are unworthy of me, because you are mine, now and forever." Tears threatened to spill from my eyes, yet I held them at bay.

Jimin's expression softened, a mixture of defeat and vulnerability flickering in his eyes as he enveloped me in a fierce hug, soon joined by the rest of the group. In that moment, my defenses crumbled, and I felt the depth of our connection with a newfound clarity.

Every action I take, every decision I make, is driven by my unwavering dedication to you all. I would not hesitate to lay down my life for you when the time came—a solemn vow that echoed in the recesses of my mind.

3rd Person's POV

In the early hours of the morning, Heaven and the boys finally returned to the estate after a long and eventful night. Heaven's mind was a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts as they made their way back, the events of the night still fresh in her mind. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't even realize they had arrived until Namjoon gently tapped her shoulder, snapping her back to reality.

Startled, Heaven flinched in her seat and quickly looked around, only to see the familiar surroundings of the estate. She quietly made her way out of the vehicle, the rest of the boys following suit.

As they entered the house, Heaven turned to face them, ready to say something, but before she could utter a word, all the boys hurriedly ran towards the elevator rushing to get to their rooms, leaving her standing alone in the foyer.

Letting out a tired sigh, Heaven slowly made her way to the kitchen, her footsteps echoing in the quiet house. She poured herself a glass of water, the cold liquid providing a moment of refreshment before she decided to head to her room. Too exhausted to take the stairs, she opted for the convenience of the home elevator, the gentle hum of the machinery lulling her thoughts as she ascended to her floor.

Stepping out of the elevator, Heaven was surprised to see Namjoon leaning against the wall in the hallway, a small smile playing on his lips as he waited for her.

"Give them some time, they're still shaken up," Namjoon reassured her before nodding towards his own room and disappearing inside.

With a heavy heart, Heaven continued down the hallway towards her room, the weight of the night pressing upon her shoulders. However, as she passed the room adjacent to hers, she was met with loud noises emanating from within. Pausing in her tracks, Heaven hesitated for a moment, debating whether to ignore the disturbance or investigate further.

Knocking on the door three times yielded no response, but the noises only grew louder and more frantic. Frowning in concern, Heaven's curiosity got the best of her, and without a second thought, she pushed the door open slowly, unsure of what she would find on the other side.

As the door creaked open, Heaven's eyes widened in shock at the sight before her. The room was in disarray, with objects strewn about haphazardly.

A sense of dread crept over Heaven at what she was witnessing.

Oh. No.

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Hello my lovely readers 🥰,

First off, I want to offer my sincerest apologies for the delay in updating. I've been on the road, exploring new places and soaking up the experiences, which unfortunately left me with very little time to sit down and write. But here I am now, back with a new chapter for you all! 🙏🏾

I have to admit, this chapter may be a bit shorter than my usual writing style. The reason for this is that I wanted to keep the tone lighter before diving into some heavier themes in the upcoming chapters. I hope you can understand and appreciate the emotional journey I'm taking you on. 🥺

Honestly, writing this particular chapter brought tears to my eyes. It's always tough letting go of characters and putting them through challenges, but it's all part of the story and character development. Just a heads up, the next chapter may tug at your heartstrings a bit, but I promise, brighter days are ahead. 😭

I know it might seem like things are a bit mundane now, but trust me when I say that the plot is going to pick up pace, and exciting twists and turns are just around the corner. 😪

I couldn't resist leaving you all on a bit of a cliffhanger - after all, a little suspense keeps things interesting, right? I hope you're ready for what's coming next! 🤭

I genuinely hope you enjoyed reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Your feedback means everything to me, so please don't forget to leave a comment and vote if you feel inclined. Your thoughts and support inspire me to keep pushing forward with this story. 🥰

Wishing you all a wonderful day and a peaceful night ahead. Thank you for joining me on this writing journey - your enthusiasm and love for the story keep me motivated to keep creating. 🥰

With all my love and gratitude.

Your favorite AUTHOR-NIM 🥰🤭

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CALM AFTER THE STORM |BTS OT7 X READER| HYBRID AU (M)

MATERIALIST

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CHARACTERS Pt2

Jung Hosoek – Hybrid (Korean), Snow Leopard (27)

Park Jimin – Hybrid (Korean), Albino Cobra (26)

Kim Taehyung – Hybrid (Korean), Bleached Tiger (26)

Jeon Jungkook – Hybrid (Korean) Black Panther (24)

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CALM AFTER THE STORM |BTS OT7 X READER| HYBRID AU (M)

MATERIALIST

Characters Pt1

Characters Pt2

Chapter One – Disgusting Humans!

Chapter Two – A Rare Find

Chapter Three –Noona

Chapter Four – Heat

Chapter Five – Panther Down

Chapter Six – Obliterazione Delle Anime

Chapter Seven – Feelings Of Content

Chapter Eight – Nothing Matters, Only You

Chapter Nine – Messing With The Wrong Hybrid

Chapter Ten – Uncertainties And Fear

Chapter Eleven – Storm

Chapter Twelve – Wounds Can Heal Too

Chapter Thirteen – Feelings, Feelings And More Feelings!

Hello 👋🏼

I just read the first chapter of Calm after the storm and I love it. 😍

I just wanted to tell you one thing that kinda bothered me. At some point you wrote that people are calling Heaven female Hitler. I don’t know where you’re from what beliefs you follow or not and I totally accept that you might not feel the same as I do. I’m from France and I’m not Jewish but have friends whose grandparents had that horrific tattoo and/or were the only surviving member of their whole family so I might come across as too sensitive but believe me around me no one would ever use that name even as an insult for someone unless they’re responsible of a genocide or have clearly shown nazy ideologies. So far she only seems a bit ruthless and maybe self-centered so I think “female Devil” might be more appropriate. I don’t know why but in a way it’s less shocking than that crazy man who murder millions of people.

I don’t know if I’ve managed to make myself clear but basically I feel like Hitler can only be used when speaking of genocide. In a way using it this way feels like it would participate in making that name “normal” and I think nobody wants that because it means normalizing what he did as well and that’s just unthinkable.

Again I understand that it’s my opinion and you may not share it. I’ll just thank you to even read it and consider what I tried to express.

No need to answer me. I know this is a social network and clearly not the place where you want to speak of that kind of things. I just couldn’t not say anything.

Lots of love 💜

Hey there,

I just wanted to say thank you for bringing up your concerns about the way I referenced history in my writing. I appreciate your honesty and I want you to know that I completely understand where you're coming from.

I admit that my knowledge about certain historical figures, like Hitler, is limited to what I've learned here and there. When I was writing, my intention was not to glorify or minimize the atrocities associated with such figures. Rather, I was focusing on the idea of how individuals can be perceived in different lights based on limited information.

I realize now that using such a controversial figure's name to describe a character, even if meant in a different context, can be insensitive and trigger negative emotions in others. I did not mean to offend anyone, and I genuinely apologize if my words caused any discomfort or upset.

Your feedback means a lot to me because it shows that you care about accuracy and sensitivity in storytelling. I promise to take this as a learning opportunity and be more mindful of the historical context and implications of the names and references I use in my writing.

I'm grateful that you spoke up and shared your perspective with me. It takes courage to address such matters, and I truly respect that. This community is indeed a place for creative expression, but it's also a space where we can learn from each other and grow as writers and individuals.

Thank you once again for your understanding and for helping me see things from a different angle. I hope you have a wonderful day or night, and remember, your voice matters and is always valued.

Take care, beautiful human. ❤️☺️

CALM AFTER THE STORM |BTS OT7 X READER| HYBRID AU (M)

{Chapter Eleven – Storm}

Pairing: OT7 BTS!HYBRID X FEM!HUMAN READER

Kim Namjoon: Black Mackenzie Valley Alpha wolf

Kim Soekjin: White Alpha Lion

Min Yoongi: White Alpha Jaguar

Jung Hosoek: Alpha Snow Leopard

Park Jimin: Alpha Albino Cobra

Kim Taehyung: Alpha White/ Bleached Tiger

Jeon Jungkook: Alpha Black Panther

Reader: Heaven Valentino Human

Status: Ongoing

RATED (M) FOR MATURE

words: 3.6K!

WARNING: EVENTUAL SMUT, BLOOD GORE, DETAILED GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION, ABUSE (ALL FORMS), PROFANITY, VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, CHARACTER DEATH(MINOR), SADOMASOCHISM ACTS, MENTIONS OF BDSM, ETC...

CHAPTER WARNING: Mild angst, self-blame, accusations.

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MATERIALIST

Heaven's POV 

As I stood frozen in the room, my eyes widened at the sight of the abnormally large tiger that stood before me. Its sheer presence sent shivers down my spine, and I could feel my knees threatening to give out from under me in fear.

In that moment of shock, my mind raced at a thousand miles per hour, temporarily causing me to forget about the hybrids that I had in my care. It was only when a flicker of understanding crossed my thoughts that I remembered.

Hybrids.

One name surfaced in my mind—Taehyung.

I had known that hybrids, especially in their animal forms, possessed a larger stature compared to regular animals. However, I never anticipated encountering such a colossal being within the confines of my home.

The tiger, which I now realized was Taehyung, exuded a sense of calmness as he lounged on the ground, his massive form taking up a considerable amount of space in the room.

It struck me then that I had recently removed the chips that prevented the hybrids from shifting.

But they hadn't transformed before, so what triggered the change now?

As Taehyung shifted his gaze towards me, our eyes locked, and I could sense an unspoken communication passing between us.

Despite my best efforts to appear composed, the waves of fear coursing through me were undeniable. After all, who wouldn't be afraid when faced with a creature capable of ending a life with a single swipe of its paw?

With a reassurance that felt more for myself than for Taehyung, I mustered the courage to speak, my voice trembling slightly, "T-tae?"

To my surprise, Taehyung seemed to respond with a hint of recognition, emitting a soft chuff that echoed in the room.

It was a small gesture, but in that moment, it offered me a sliver of comfort amidst the overwhelming uncertainty of the situation.

As the tension lingered in the air, I couldn't shake off the surreal feeling of standing face to face with a being that was both magnificent and terrifying in equal measure.

The immense tiger before me was not just a creature of the wild; it was a reflection of the untamed essence that resided within the hybrids I had come to care for.

And in that moment, as I stood in the presence of Taehyung, I realized that the true test was not in overcoming my fear of the unknown, but in embracing the extraordinary bond that connected us, transcending the boundaries of fear and forging a connection that defied logic and reason.

As I muster up all the courage I can, I slowly take a step into the room, my heart pounding in my chest.

The sight that greets me almost makes me want to bolt out of there; the hybrid in front of me covers his head with his paws, whimpering softly. A pang of guilt surges through me - had my presence scared him?

Knowing the traumatic events these beings had endured, I mentally scold myself for not being more mindful of their feelings. I can't let my fear cause them more distress.

Before I can offer any words of comfort, the peace is shattered by the abrupt entrance of someone behind me. The voice that follows is filled with malice and anger, causing a shiver to run down my spine.

"Get out!" the voice commands, cutting through the tense air.

My eyes widen as I raise my gaze to meet Yoongi's intense stare. I can see the distrust in his eyes, the way he slightly averts his gaze from mine. 

"Yoon-" but I'm cut off, his next words hit me like a blow to the chest.

"No! Don't you dare say my name! The only reason I stayed quiet at the hospital was for Jungkook and Jimin's sake, but now I won't let you put my packmates in the same misery," Yoongi's words are laced with a mixture of anger and fear.

His accusations sting, and I struggle to find my voice amidst the whirlwind of emotions. Does he truly think I am capable of causing harm like those vile humans?

With a surge of determination, I step closer to Yoongi, my eyes pleading for understanding. I need to clear this misunderstanding, to assure him that I would never harm them.

"Yoongi, please, let's talk about this. I understand your fear, and I know it took me too long to find you, but I would never..." My voice trails off as a deep growl emanates from behind Yoongi, signaling another member of the pack - Taehyung.

The tension in the room is palpable, and I realize the magnitude of the situation I find myself in. Misunderstandings, fear, and past traumas intertwine in a delicate balance that hangs in the air, waiting to be resolved.

As the tension in the room escalated, the growl of the tiger hybrid reverberated, sending shivers down my spine.

The ferocity in Yoongi's gaze was unmistakable as he issued a stern warning, the intensity of his words cutting through the charged atmosphere.

"If you didn't get the hint the first time, let me spell it out for you. Get The Fuck Out," Yoongi's voice dripped with a lethal combination of authority and danger.

The gravity of the situation became even more palpable as Yoongi continued, his tone low and threatening, "Now, or else I won't be able to stop what Taehyung would do to you."

The mention of Taehyung, coupled with the ominous warning, sent a clear message that the consequences of overstaying my welcome would be dire.

I could sense the underlying tension and the unspoken implications in Yoongi's words, realizing that he was not bluffing. 

The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, and a sense of urgency gripped me as I processed the implied threat.

With a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I understood that the situation had escalated beyond my control.

Without hesitation, I made the swift decision to retreat, taking Yoongi's words as a final chance to extricate myself from a potentially dangerous predicament.

Turning on my heels, the sound of the door slamming shut behind me reverberated in the corridor, sealing off the tension-filled room and the unnerving confrontation I had just experienced.

In the dimly lit hall, my heart skipped a beat as I noticed Hoseok, Namjoon, and Jin standing in a somber silence, their eyes fixed on me.

I felt a wave of emotions rushing through me, threatening to break the calm facade I was desperately trying to maintain.

Jin's inscrutable expression added to the intensity of the moment. His unreadable face gave nothing away, but a subtle tick betrayed his true feelings before he turned away and retreated to his room, leaving me with a sense of unease and confusion.

Hoseok, usually the epitome of sunshine and warmth, cast me a glare that sent chills down my spine. The icy demeanor he wore was a stark contrast to his usual jovial self, leaving me reeling with the weight of his unspoken anger as he stormed off to his room, the tension palpable in the air.

A solitary tear escaped, tracing a path down my cheek as my world seemed to shatter around me.

Namjoon approached me, placing a comforting squeeze on my shoulder, a silent gesture of understanding that offered a sliver of solace in the midst of the storm of emotions.

Alone in the hallway, enveloped by the darkness that mirrored the turmoil in my mind, I was left grappling with a profound sense of loss and confusion.

The echoes of unspoken words and unshed tears reverberated within me, as I tried to make sense of the rift that had seemingly emerged out of nowhere, leaving me adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

Where had it all gone wrong? What had I missed, what had I overlooked? The weight of their silent gazes and unspoken words bore down on me, threatening to suffocate me in a suffocating embrace of despair.

As I stood there, a solitary figure in the darkness, I couldn't help but feel the crushing weight of my own inadequacies and shortcomings, the bitter taste of regret lingering on my tongue. 

The ghosts of unspoken apologies and unresolved conflicts haunted the corridors of my mind, leaving me lost in a maze of emotions that seemed impossible to navigate.

In that moment of quiet desperation, I found myself grappling with the harsh realities of fractured relationships and the fragility of human connections. 

The hall, once a place of familiarity and comfort, now felt foreign and alien, a stark reminder of the distance that had grown between us, tearing apart the fabric of our once-close bond.

And as I stood there, enveloped in the oppressive silence of the empty hallway, I realized that sometimes, the hardest battles we fight are the ones that rage within the confines of our own hearts and minds, the battle between acceptance and denial, between forgiveness and resentment, between holding on and letting go.

3rd Person's POV 

A week had slipped by since the once vibrant and cheerful ambiance within the household had been replaced by an unsettling tension that hung heavy in the air.

The hybrids within the house seemed to be actively avoiding any interactions with Heaven, creating an atmosphere fraught with silent animosity.

Heaven, though aware that their behavior was not a personal attack but rather a means of self-preservation for the hybrids, found it increasingly difficult to navigate through the palpable hostility.

Each time one of the hybrids brushed past her roughly in the corridors or made biting remarks, it felt like a physical blow to her emotions.

The younger hybrids, torn between their lingering affection for Heaven and their loyalty to their hyungs, found themselves in a state of inner conflict.

While they missed her gentle touches and warm smiles, the fear of betraying their hyungs kept them at a distance. 

Heaven's once comforting scent of lavender and baby powder now seemed to exude a different aura, adding to the sense of unease that permeated the household.

Among the hybrids, Jungkook appeared to be struggling the most, haunted by frequent nightmares that caused him to slip in and out of a state of vulnerability known as little space.

Jimin, on the other hand, grappled with traumatic memories of abuse during their abduction, recalling the harrowing experiences of violation and helplessness.

The remaining hybrids, while not subjected to the same degree of abuse as Jimin and Jungkook, still carried their own scars from the ordeal, contributing to the collective sense of trauma that lingered among them.

The weight of their shared past experiences seemed to cast a shadow over their present interactions, serving as a constant reminder of the horrors they had endured.

Despite their efforts to move forward and rebuild their lives, the specter of their past trauma loomed large, casting a long shadow over their attempts at healing and recovery.

Namjoon's pov 

As I lay on my bed, the weight of the mental chains pressing down on my wrists and ankles, memories of the horrors that my packmates and I endured flood my mind. The shadows of the past loom over me, casting a dark cloud over any semblance of peace.

Despite the fear and wariness that gnaw at me from within, I find solace in the fact that Heaven stands apart. She is the rare human who has treated us as equals, who has shown us kindness in a world that often seeks to oppress and divide.

Yet, my own insecurities threaten to drive a wedge between us. The walls I've built to protect myself inadvertently keep her at arm's length, a casualty of my own inner turmoil.

Navigating the delicate balance between my loyalty to my packmates and my yearning for connection with Heaven proves to be a Herculean task.

I strive to quell any hostility that might arise, especially from Yoongi, who bears the scars of past traumas more deeply than most.

I empathize with Yoongi's struggle to trust again, to let down the barriers that shield his heart from further pain. The fragile trust he had in Heaven shattered in the wake of our abduction, leaving behind a fractured bond that seems irreparable.

The desire to seek comfort in Heaven's embrace is a siren song that beckons me, yet the fear of betraying my brothers holds me back.

The choice between personal longing and allegiance to my pack weighs heavily on my mind, a burden that grows heavier with each passing moment.

As I grapple with these conflicting emotions, I know that healing will take time. Rebuilding the bridges that were burned, restoring the fractured trust among us, it all feels like an uphill battle.

I can only hope that, in time, we will find our way back to each other, back to the warmth and understanding that Heaven once offered.

Will she forgive us? our misgivings, our reluctance to embrace the connection we once shared? Or will the wounds of the past prove too deep to heal, driving a permanent wedge between us?

The uncertainty of the path ahead looms large, casting a shadow over my already troubled soul.

Only time will tell if we are able to mend what was broken, to find our way back to the light that once illuminated our bond with Heaven.

Heaven's POV 

After finishing a phone call with my brothers, who were concerned about the boys, I decided to ask them to postpone their visit.

I didn't disclose to them that the boys, for some reason, were avoiding me. I didn't want to burden my brothers with unnecessary worry or make a bigger deal out of the situation than necessary.

I felt the need to handle this issue on my own.

Feeling a mix of emotions, I was about to head into the bathroom for a shower when I heard a knock on my bedroom door. 

Startled by the sound, I couldn't recall the last time someone knocked on my door. Hopeful that it might be one of the boys, my heart quickened as I hurriedly made my way to answer the door.

Practicing to maintain a neutral expression, I finally opened the door and was taken aback to see Jungkook standing there, looking visibly nervous. 

"Jungkook?" I called out softly, my confusion evident on my face.

Considering that the older hybrids had been keeping the young ones away from me, I was surprised to find him standing outside my door.

Given that our bedrooms were in the same hall, it seemed risky for him to be there, potentially leading to misunderstandings with his hyungs.

"What are you doing here?" I inquired, trying to make sense of the unexpected visit.

Jungkook, appearing bashful, fidgeted with his fingers before responding, "Noo-Heaven... I-I-I came to get m-my h-hoodie." 

Despite his stutter, I managed an understanding "Oh" in response, unsure of what prompted this sudden interaction.

It was a dark and dreadful day when the boys got kidnapped. 

The memory of that horrific day still haunted me, the pain and fear still raw in my heart.

In the midst of the chaos and uncertainty, I found solace in the simple act of holding onto their hoodies.

It was a strange comfort, but their familiar scents made me feel closer to them, as if they were still by my side.

"Would you like to come in and wait while I go fetch your hoodie or do you want to wait here?" I asked softly.

"N-no, I'll stay here" he mumbled softly. I almost didn't hear him.

His hesitant response spoke volumes. I could sense the weight of his emotions, the unspoken grief that we both carried in our hearts.

Retrieving the hoodie from my closet, memories flooded my mind - memories of happier times, of laughter and camaraderie that now felt like a distant dream.

Each hoodie held a different story, a different piece of their personalities. Jungkook's hoodie, with its oversized fit and dark color palette, was a reflection of his strong and enigmatic persona.

I remembered how he would jokingly complain about my fashion choices, but secretly appreciated the effort I made to match his style.

Handing him the hoodie, I was taken aback by his swift reaction, as he mumbled a quick thankyou.

The sight of him retreating to one of his packmates rooms', clutching the hoodie to his chest, stirred a whirlwind of emotions within me.

Alone in my room, I tried to compose myself, to push back the tide of tears threatening to overwhelm me.

The ache in my chest was unbearable, a constant reminder of the gaping hole left by their absence.

Taking refuge in the familiarity of routine, I sought solace in the simple act of taking a shower, letting the steady stream of water wash away the physical and emotional residue of the day.

As I stood under the warm cascade, the echoes of their laughter and voices lingered in the air, a bittersweet reminder of what once was.

The weight of grief bore down on me, threatening to suffocate the flicker of hope that still burned within my heart.

But I knew that I had to stay strong, to weather this storm of emotions and emerge stronger on the other side.

Yoongi's POV

When Jungkook entered the room, the familiar scent of Heaven lingered around him, emanating from the hoodie he wore - the same one that had "mysteriously" gone missing and ended up in her possession.

It was no secret among the group that Heaven had collected each one of our hoodies, yet Jungkook didn't seem to mind as he buried his face in the fabric, savoring the essence of her presence.

Despite his attempts to appear nonchalant, I could sense the longing in his eyes, a silent yearning for her company that he tried to mask.

Witnessing the genuine joy on the face of the panther hybrid, I found it difficult to reprimand him for indulging in the scent filled hoodie, so I chose to silently observe, allowing him to bask in the fleeting happiness it brought him.

Reflecting on the tension that had arisen among the group due to Heaven's presence and the unspoken reasons behind their avoidance, a pang of guilt briefly tugged at my conscience.

However, the memories of my past experiences and the trauma endured by my packmates served as a stark reminder of the importance of safeguarding their well-being at all costs.

Recalling the hardships we had overcome together and the bonds forged through shared trials, I was resolute in my determination to shield them from any potential harm or distress, vowing never to allow them to suffer as we once had.

Although the situation may have strained our relationships and tested our trust, I took solace in the knowledge that my actions were guided by a desire to protect those closest to me, even if it meant making difficult decisions and bearing the weight of their consequences.

As Jungkook lost himself in the memories that enveloped him within the comforting embrace of Heaven's scent, I silently vowed to uphold my commitment to safeguarding the pack, drawing strength from the resilience we had shown in the face of adversity and the unwavering bonds that bound us together.

As I lazily sat on my cozy bed, the soft hum of the TV filling the room, I couldn't shake off the restlessness creeping under my skin. Boredom was like a persistent itch I just couldn't scratch away.

With a huff, I pushed myself off the bed and decided to head downstairs in search of some snacks to cure my growing hunger.

Before I left my room, I turned to Jungkook, who seemed lost in his own world, enveloped in the comforting scent of his hoodie.

"Hey kook, I'm going downstairs to get some snacks, do you want anything?" I asked him, not really expecting a coherent response.

He merely shook his head, his gaze distant and unfocused, and I shrugged before making my way downstairs.

The early evening sunlight was slowly fading, casting a warm glow throughout the house as I made my way towards the kitchen.

However, my plans were halted when I spotted Heaven standing there, looking utterly lost and defeated.

I almost turned back, not wanting to get involved in whatever mess she had found herself in this time.

But her words, filled with self-criticism and disappointment, made me pause in my tracks.

"Stupid Heaven, stupid. You can't do things right anymore!" Her voice was filled with frustration and self-blame, tugging at my heartstrings despite my best efforts to remain indifferent.

"First you fail your hybrids, and now you fail to follow a simple cookie recipe, dar! Yoongi loves tangerines, and I messed this up." Her tone was laced with sadness and regret as she continued to reprimand herself.

I froze at the mention of my name. How did she know about my fondness for tangerines? Was she attempting to make them for me?

The realization hit me, making my defenses momentarily falter as a wave of unexpected emotions washed over me.

Before I could dwell on these fleeting feelings, I felt a surge of anger rising within me.

I hastily made my way back upstairs, desperate to avoid confronting the complex emotions that Heaven's actions had stirred within me.

The internal turmoil left a bitter taste in my mouth as I grudgingly acknowledged that my feelings towards Heaven were far more complicated than mere irritation or indifference.

Fuck!

I don't like where this is heading at all.

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I hope you're all doing well and enjoying the latest update in our little story world here. I know I haven't been as consistent with updates lately, and for that, I'm really sorry.

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