So What? | MYG | Masterlist

So What? | MYG | Masterlist

Pair: Hybrid Cat Yoongi x F Reader 

Summary: Running from a past that foreshadows him, Yoongi is adamant about ever turning back to his human counterpart form, in hopes that nobody would recognise him and take him away. You worked at a cafe with your best friend. As a more-than-normal day seemed to go by, you discovered something amidst your housing block. Perhaps - just perhaps, the nighttime is where the angels arrive. 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au

Warnings: Contains explicit language, abuse

Total WC: 31473

Taglist: @bearr02 @svnbangtansworld @vintageoldfashion @prwprwprwpr @bontensbabygirl @codeinebelle @ldysmfrst @idkjustlovingbts @popcatx0 @yoonjinsgirl @marblemoonstones

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Epilogue

Oneshots:

Love-In-Making

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So What? Coming Back Notice

I guess I should have done this earlier. So as some of you know, this current version of So What? Is a constructed version after comments have said that it was similiar to another authors work. Thanks to a few friends, I managed to find the work belonging to the author.

I sincerely apologise for any mix ups. I truly did not intend for the work to have held such a big portion of similarity. For those who have read the fic before, you would come to know that most of the chapters don't have much difference from the past. The constructed version mainly starts from chapter 11, so I hope that you'll hold tight and wait :))

Since I find it unfair to those who have read the fic to remain waiting for the constructed version to upload on every Tuesday and Friday (the previous uploading days). From yesterday/today/the day before (depending on time zones), the fics are scheduled an hour apart from each other (+08.00). There will be two chapters posted on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Fridays.

I hope that you all (those who've read and those who haven't), enjoy this fic :)) I loved writing this one and I truly wish that I'll bring you some sort of comfort 💜

So What? | MYG | Chapter 7

Pair: Hybrid Cat Yoongi x F Reader 

Summary: Running from a past that foreshadows him, Yoongi is adamant about ever turning back to his human counterpart form, in hopes that nobody would recognise him and take him away. You worked at a cafe with your best friend. As a more-than-normal day seemed to go by, you discovered something amidst your housing block. Perhaps - just perhaps, the nighttime is where the angels arrive. 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au

Warnings: Contains explicit language, abuse

Chapter Warnings: Blood, experimenting, abuse. This chapter contains explicit content on how Yoongi was treated back at the facility. Please skip the bolded parts if you feel uncomfortable. 

A/N: Bold is for flashback. 

WC: 4K

Taglist: @bearr02 @svnbangtansworld @vintageoldfashion @rkivemaar @codeinebelle @ldysmfrst

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The moment Yoongi heard your bedroom door close, he moved your hair aside as he continuously scented you. He nosed the crook of your neck and you ruffled in your hair, effectively covering you in his scent. Once he deemed that it was enough, he walked around the room to clean up the mess. It would be best that you wake up to a clean, clear environment so that it wouldn’t put extra stress on you. 

Yoongi wasn’t dumb nor was he deaf. He could clearly hear the ongoing conversation about him outside. Sooner or later, he will have to go out there and confront them. It was not a choice.  

Yoongi pulled the curtains back and opened the windows wide, letting the fresh night air into the stuffy room. He had added more ice into the pail beside your bed just as you started fussing. By now, Yoongi could read your body language with ease. You were not tough to read in the first place but now that you are sick and your barriers are down, it was even easier. 

He wrung the cloth and placed it on your forehead as he adjusted the blanket to cover your legs. Yoongi heard footsteps getting closer to your door, stopping just outside. Before whoever was outside could knock and potentially wake you, Yoongi shot up and crossed the distance in an instant. He yanked open the door with teeth gritted and bared. 

An unknown man stood there with a tray of food - a big bowl of fruits, a few scoops of porridge, and a plate of grilled… Is that beef? 

“Hello. I had hoped to meet you under better circumstances but it seems that lives don’t weave that way.” The man with plush lips said. “I’m Seokjin. Y/N told me quite a lot about her troubles with you and the company is swarming with whispers of you as well.”

So this is Seokjinnie. He could see why you liked him. Handsome, plush lips, broad build, and someone who won’t cause you trouble. Yoongi sighed internally, he had no fight with somebody like him. He opened the door wider, letting the man in. 

Seokjin surveyed the room and nodded. “You sure did clean up well. Sorry for the mess earlier. I was too busy trying to get everyone to stop crowding.” 

Yoongi nodded silently, eyes trained on Seokjin as he placed the tray of food on the bedside table. 

“This is dinner for the both of you. Her medications are on the tray as well. The prescriptions are written there too. Come down once you finish and I’ll take over. The boys want to speak to you downstairs.” 

Yoongi nodded. He knew what was coming. 

Yoongi walked down out of your bedroom with the tray of empty plates, save for the bowl of fruits that were unfinished in one hand. Seokjin immediately got up and took the plates from him, pushing him to the loveseat he sat on a few seconds ago. 

Yoongi’s eyes scanned the people in the living room. Other than Seokjin, he seems to have seen everybody before. Dr. Park waved for him to sit, taking the bowl of fruit from him and taking a piece out before putting the bowl on the table. The two doctors’ scents are merged together. His mate smacked his arm, making him flinch and rub the spot. 

Yoongi was surprised to find out that Dr. Park is a hybrid. He didn’t see any traits of one when he was in his care at the hospital. Yoongi tilted his head, confusion swarming his senses. There were two Dr. Parks in this room and Yoongi needed another way to address the second Dr. Park. At this point in time, Yoongi can’t differentiate one from the other. 

“Jimin! That’s not for you. You already had your share!” The other Dr. Park in this room said - Dr. Ji-Hyun would be better. 

Yoongi sighed and curled his legs up to his chest as they started bickering. Hoseok cleared his throat, effectively shutting the couple. 

“So Yoongi,” Hoseok started. “I am aware that Y/N has yet to inform you about her group of friends and what they do so here we are going to give you a slight introduction. As you know, I’m Hoseok and this is Zurie.” Hoseok pointed to his hybrid. Yoongi nodded. “Dr Park Jimin is your doctor and Dr Park Ji-Hyun works as a veterinary.” Yoongi also knew that, coincidentally being treated by both doctors. He should apologise for puking at her workplace soon. “And that is Kim Seokjin. Y/N’s boss and brother.” 

Yoongi’s eyes bulged out. Wait, brother? 

His head whipped to the threshold of the kitchen and back to the closed bedroom door. Hoseok nodded, catching his attention. “Yep, brother. They don’t often go around saying their siblings and they do not look alike at all. Everybody took a while to figure it out anyway. It’s okay.” He continued. “As of who Y/N knows in this room is only me, Zurie, and Jin. She has not met Jimin till the day she brought you in. So now, to address the elephant in the room.” 

Yoongi gulped, this is it then. 

“As you know Jin and both Dr Park’s occupations, I won’t bring that up. I work under the NIS, Korea’s National Intelligence Service. My team and I have been tracking the sales of illegally sold hybrids so as to find out the mainstream line and put a stop to it.” Hoseok placed a folder and a business card on top, pushing it across the table. “It would be the most effective shall you choose to help us in our cause.”

Yoongi’s eyes drifted to the thick folder but never made any plans to grab it. The air turned charged as the Park’s eyes drifted between the both of them. 

“I don’t want to see it. I will tell you what I know and be done.” Yoongi challenged. 

Hoseok held his arms up in a surrender position. “I shall leave this here just in case you want a look.” Hoseok slid it under the table and opened a drawer, slotting it inside. He sat back, holding a pen and paper, motioning for Yoongi to start. 

Yoongi breathed in a deep breath. 

12 years ago

Yoongi didn’t know the first thing about good deeds. Oh, how would he? 

Loud footsteps sounded and his ears twitched as hands shot into his cage, harshly pulling his ears and scruff. He lay limp, letting the scientists do as they wish. He was born within these four walls of white - has never seen the world outside. He couldn’t remember much of his time with his mom, ripped away from her at a young age.

Yoongi grew up in the faculty, soon learning the horrors of the world he unwillingly plunged into. Every night, screams and screams could be heard from rooms and wings away. The scientists would always come back with bloodied hands and grab another one of them. In the morning, these hybrids would then be returned to their respective cages. 

However, the states of these chosen hybrids were not a pretty sight to see. They always came back bloodied and in pain - either crying for help, fighting to rebel, or completely passed out. It was only with time that Yoongi knew he would be chosen. 

He desperately tried to find a way out of it, rebelling against the scientists and disciplinary masters in hopes that they would find him too troublesome and throw him off. Yoongi soon realised that it only got him into more trouble and an early note to being chosen. 

So Yoongi stayed silent, letting them do what they wished. Injected him, touched him, cut him open and then stitched him back - he endured it. He knew he couldn’t get out of there, already submitting to his fate every time they pulled him out of his cage. He didn’t understand why he was born into this horrid truth but he fought and rebelled in the way of living. 

He wouldn’t let them take away his life - even if this was his life. 

3 years ago 

Yoongi truly tried to fight. But after so long, he started to grow tired. Started to grow hopeless. Rebelling was no longer a strong enough motivation for him to live. He was awake before the scientists came to get him. He turned and looked around the room. He was the only one of his batch that survived. All his friends and family…

Yoongi curled back into a ball at the end of his cage, refusing to cry. A few stray tears leaked out the sides of his eyes as he sniffled. He turned quiet the moment noises could be heard from the other side of the room. 

“I swear, Mr Robbinson. He is a fighter - the last living one of his batch. And because of that, all procedures went through. He is only one of our most successful mutated hybrids his age.”

Yoongi didn’t know what was going on. His ears strained to listen in on the conversation. “I promise to you that he is all you will wish to have.”

Yoongi could hear the sickening click of the key and soon after, he was being grabbed out of his cage. This time, he was faced with a man he had never seen before - well-kept hair, a beard nowhere in sight, and an expensive suit. Yoongi could smell the cologne he used but moreover, he scented the malice coming off this man in strong waves. 

Yoongi looked up and made eye contact with the man, instantly cowering back from the death he saw in the man’s eyes. He started to whimper and struggle from the hold of the scientist. Unfortunately, the collar on his neck did not allow him to go far. Injecting hormones into his body, it relaxed against his own will. 

The last thing he heard was, “I’ll take him” before darkness engulfed him. 

“I was the faculty’s favourite experiment and Mr Robbinson’s daughter’s favourite toy. Things were alright for a while until his daughter took an interest in me. But I refused and rejected her. She would whip me as long as I was not obedient. From that day on, nothing I did was good enough and I would constantly be scolded. Soon, she got enough and sold me off to one of Robbinson’s dealers. I ran away after the fourth deal during the transportation to the fifth.” Yoongi curled deeper into the couch, hoping that he could get this over with. He just wanted to go back into your room and curl up beside you. He didn’t want to be talking about this topic. “Back then, there were many hybrids in one truck and they lacked the manpower so a few of us were able to sneak out. But most of us who did end up getting caught halfway through. Some of them were shot and others were left injured. Only a few of us were lucky to escape.”

“This Mr Robbinson,” Jimin suddenly talked, surprising Hoseok into looking up to observe him. “Does he look like this?” Jimin whipped out a photo from his phone. 

Sure, many years passed and everybody changed. However, Yoongi could never forget the malice in his eyes and the way he commanded the world around him. “Where did you get that picture?” Yoongi hissed, shooting up into a leaping position. In the picture, Jimin was smiling widely beside Mr Robbinson and his instincts shot up high. 

Jimin shut off his phone and raised his hands in a surrender position, showing his neck as a form of submission. “It happened during one of the conventions held earlier this year. He was one of the sponsors. The convention was on medication advancements for hybrids. He owns many hospitals and a large amount of the market share as well. His companies are dominant in every firm he enters.”

Hoseok shifted on the sofa, whistling. “Well, shit. We can’t just barge in with a warrant like that then.” He shifted his gaze to Yoongi. “Approximately how many hybrids do you think there were?”

Yoongi kept silent. “I- I honestly don’t know. In the truck, perhaps a hundred over. But we were not all from the same dealer or facility. In the facility I came from, we are ever one kept within our own batch. However, each batch is split apart between males and females and then further split upon their breeds and types.” The males in the room nodded. It was expected as so. “In my room, there were about 150 hybrids in total. We were placed in cages, stacked on top of shelves. There were a total of 15 rows and 10 columns.”

“We were never allowed out of the rooms unless it was for experiments. Even so, we are taken out of our cages and wheeled to our respective rooms. During the rides, there isn’t much to see. Just white walls on white walls.” Yoongi shrugged, slowly getting to his feet. 

“All right, thank you Yoongi. We will update you if anything happens. I hope to see you healthy soon.” Hoseok flashed him a beaming smile, easily lightening the atmosphere. 

“I’ll see you soon for your check-up.” Jimin placed a business card on the table. “If Ms. Y/N is busy or is still feeling unwell, you can call this number and I’ll arrange for an in-house check-up instead.” 

Yoongi nodded, heading to your room. Seokjin had come out a few minutes before the talk had finished. Yoongi closed the door and walked over to you, picking up the thermometer on the way. 

37.4°C.

Yoongi sighed in relief. He was glad that you were getting better. The past few hours talking about his past has drained him. He quickly wiped you down one last time before shifting and snuggling on the other end of your bed, hidden within the tiny pillow fort but enough space to sense you in distress. 

With a small meow, Yoongi allowed your scent to cover his, lulling him to a deep slumber. 

So What? | MYG | Chapter 4

Pair: Hybrid Cat Yoongi x F Reader 

Summary: Running from a past that foreshadows him, Yoongi is adamant about ever turning back to his human counterpart form, in hopes that nobody would recognise him and take him away. You worked at a cafe with your best friend. As a more-than-normal day seemed to go by, you discovered something amidst your housing block. Perhaps - just perhaps, the nighttime is where the angels arrive. 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au

Warnings: Contains explicit language, abuse

WC: 2.9K

Taglist: @bearr02 @svnbangtansworld @vintageoldfashion @rkivemaar @codeinebelle @bontensbabygirl

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The doctors were able to do all the checks that they needed to do once Yoongi shifted. His fluffy, soft ears and curled-up tail kept twitching as he slept. You sighed, looking down at the stack of reports on your lap. The doctors have given you the whole stack, saying that you should spend some time reading them through and deciding the next course of action - for both you and Yoongi. Lunch break is only an hour and you for sure knew that there was no way possible to be able to finish this whole thing - you lifted the edge of a piece of paper - in that time frame. 

You rubbed your temples. Why did you have to bring it along with you to work? 

You unlocked your phone to see a picture that you took when everything was still hidden. “Hello, hello!” A hand shot into your view, waving to catch your attention. 

“Hi, Lils.” You offered her the best smile you could. 

“Damn, you look down indeed.” She paused. “What happened?”

Lillianne - or Lils, for short - has been working here for almost as long as you have. The both of you didn’t always work every shift together, but you sure knew that a Thursday shift was one that the both of you would work. The both of you were part-time workers, juggling a few jobs at the same time. Lillianne was a year older than you were, but she preferred to study and travel, claiming that she would rather see the world first before settling down for a full-time job. 

Sometimes, you were envious of her. The world was vast and broad but you needed the money, so you had to compromise. The dreams were placed aside in an old box, save for when you wanted some sort of motivation to keep life going. 

You hummed. “Nothing much, I guess. Just some hospitalisation documents.”

“Shit - what happened?”

You sighed. “Ever had a hybrid before?”

Lils’ family was well-off, not rich-rich, but very much capable of spending a ton, saving a ton, and then having some more to add in. 

Lils shook her head. “I mean, my family thought of it. My brother always wanted one but I felt that it was cruel. It’s like keeping a human being like a pet.” She scrunched her nose. “Like slaves.” 

You nodded. 

“You got one now?”

You shrugged. “‘Sorta. I never knew that he was a hybrid.” Lils stayed quiet, waiting allowing you to speak at your own pace. “I found him when he was a cat and then he stayed as a cat. I mean - at the same time, it never ever crossed my mind that he is a hybrid. I somehow just never thought of it.” 

Lils bobbed her head. “I get where you’re coming from.” She stood up straighter at the counter. “Some hybrids at the shelter refuse to shift, instinctively protecting themselves from their past trauma. It’s going to take a while for that guy to open up and trust you. Only then might, I say might - shift.”

“That’s the thing, Lils. He has already shifted and now he’s staying at the hospital.” You waved the stack of papers in front of your friend. “This is his. And I have dug a hole deeper than I can get out of.”

Lils’ eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“This guy - Yoongi, Min Yoongi - is an underground illegally bred hybrid.” She shot up, eyes wide. “That’s not all. It seems that he is all over the wants of the black market. You know like how people want their pets back and they are willing to give a reward? Yeah, the same thing.”

The silence in the shop was pregnant. “Shit.”

The both of you looked at each other. “So what are you going to do?”

You shrugged. “I honestly don’t know. I know that I don’t have the money and time to take care of myself, or worse yet another human being. The cats downstairs the blocks don’t count.” You sighed. “But at the same time, I don’t want to leave him. He has already been through so much and the doctors feel that it will be good for him to stay with me, seeing that the connection is already pretty deep.”

“Wait - hang on. Pretty deep?”

“The doctors are assuming that I managed to make him shift.”

“And did you?”

“I guess so? He was fighting it but I tried to persuade him and he… Did it?”

Lils had her hand over her mouth. “Damn. I think he trusts you.” She nodded her head vigorously. “Yes, yes. He either likes you or trusts you. Both take trust anyway. Good idea from the doctors. It is important for hybrids to be around who they trust in order to recover faster.”

You rubbed your face and sighed for the umpteenth time today. “I should ask our dearest boss for leave.”

“He’ll definitely let you go on a break but definitely won’t let you leave the company.” Lils laughed and you rolled your eyes, digging into your cold lunch. “You’re far too valuable.”

And who was your boss? 

Kim Seok-Jin. 

Of course, he would let you on a break.

Yoongi woke up to the constant beeping of machines and the airconditioner blasting full force at his face - in an empty room. That was the saddening part. He had hoped that you would stay after you managed to coax him to shift. But of course, he understood why you wouldn’t want to stay either. I mean, look at him. Covered in scars and bites, scrawny and sad - a monster, he sees himself in the mirror. 

He sighed, willing the tears to go away. He didn’t know why this felt like losing you and it hurt him to the extent that he has yet to comprehend the feeling - didn’t know if he should dissect it in the first place. 

His head shot up at the sound of curtains being drawn. “Oh! You’re finally awake.” A nurse wearing purple scrubs walked into the room and his instincts woke up. Yoongi hissed and attempted to jump out of bed when he realised that - he was cuffed, again. 

The nurse shot him a sympathetic look. “The doctors thought that it would be best so that you don’t injure yourself and others.” She moved around, checking rectangular boxes and liquids around him. “I’m Ling Hui and I’m the substitute nurse for Pong-Ran right now. She’ll be back soon.” The nurse stood up. “I’ll page Dr. Park to check on you.”

That light-smelling nurse left and the room felt even more empty than it was before. 

Yoongi sighed. He missed you. And he cursed himself for acting up. Only if his body didn’t instinctively act up from being stuck in that form for a long time, he wouldn’t have lost you. Tears welled up in his eyes again as he furiously rubbed them away. 

No, no. He wouldn’t cry right now. 

Yoongi’s head stayed down this time when he heard the sound of curtains drawing. 

“Hello! It’s good to see that you’re awake. I’m Dr. Park and I’ll just briefly go through what your body is going through now.”

Yoongi peeked up to see the doctor shuffling through his papers with a light smile on his lips. He has this angelic look that makes Yoongi rethink whether or not he has actually died and gone up and that he was currently looking at one of God’s angels - or something. 

“Hehe, why hello there. Finally, looking up?” Yoongi’s eyes snapped to the doctor’s. “Yeah, my wife does tell me that I have a too-pretty face. Always saying that I should just be a model and come earn more money for the household.” The doctor rolled his eyes playfully, a smile broadening at the mention of his wife. He seems to really love her. 

“Anyway, your owner, Miss Y/N, has already chosen the following procedures and medication for you. So we will move on with it.” Yoongi tensed up. “Oh, oh, it’s nothing invasive, I promise. She just wants to make you thoroughly checked and for you to have the appropriate diet plan and medication for when we send you back.”

Yoongi has no idea what is happening and what is going to happen. So he kept quiet and let the doctor do the explanations of what test was going to be done, how it was going to be done, and approximately how long it might take. 

Then, Yoongi got wheeled around to do the respective tests, cooperating with the doctors and nurses. He tries his best to talk about what he eats - his likes and dislikes - and where his body feels uncomfortable but finds it hard to express himself. 

It was only after everything was completed, dinner was eaten, and they left him to rest that Yoongi allowed his tears to fall, staining the pillow below him wet as he muffled his cries. 

You trudged home after your shift, legs almost giving up as you climbed into the shower room. You had taken up a call from the hospital in the middle of your shift, heart pounding, worried that Yoongi didn’t want to do the examinations or that something was wrong with him - 

“He is all good.” Your axis stopped. “With a proper dieting plan and a bit of medication for the time being, he should be up and going by the third month or so.”

Dr Park had been so kind as to also email you the test results so that you are kept up-to-date and he patiently answered all your questions - even the ones you felt were stupid. 

“No problem, Miss Y/N. It’s common to feel stressed and unknowing of what to do. That’s why we are here to make this adapting process easier. If there are any questions, feel free to just shoot me a text.”

The call had ended at that. 

And for the rest of the night, you had a stupid smile on your face, knowing that your kitty was alright and that it wouldn’t be long before he made it home. 

“Well, that also means that you will need to get new beds, make the guest room presentable and buy things too.”

Your shoulders had dropped at that fact. Well, your wallet was definitely going to feel infinitely lighter. You groaned. “Ugh, let me bask in the fact that he is fine first. Money is another problem for another day.”

Lils snorted. “Totally,” She flagged down her bus. “Text me when you get home and when you decide to go shopping.”

You sighed and slumped against the wall of the shower room. 

You really needed to get the guest room organised. Well, not that it isn’t already neat, just that it isn’t presentable. Like, you stuffed some clothes in the closet, the sheets have not been changed, the floors were cleaned every month, you know the drill. You stood up, washing the rest of the suds of your body and headed out of the shower room. 

Money and organisation will be left for another day- probably tomorrow, probably a day before he comes back - you don’t care. Right now, you really don’t care. Sleep is all you need. 

Of course, your alarm doesn’t not ring at 8.30 am. You turned it off with a flick of your finger and went back to sleep - if it was not for the shrill ring that echoed through your house. You attempted to ignore it at first, but the thoughts got the best of you. 

What if it’s your parents? What if it’s Lils? Wait, it doesn’t matter if it’s Lils. She just wants to shop. What if it’s the doctor - 

You shot out of bed. Shit, if it is Dr Park - 

You flipped your phone over to read the caller ID.

Bear🧸.

Well, fine. You swiped the answer button and placed the phone on your lap. 

“YO! GET OUT OF BED! WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG TO ANSWER?”

You knew it. She’d be screaming. 

“I just got up, bitch. Stop yelling. It’s 9 in the morning. Too early for you.” You grumbled, hands coming up to scrub the sleepiness off your face. It seems like that night shift yesterday took a bit more out of you than you thought. 

“Come on. I’m driving and we’re going shopping. We got to get your kitty’s stuff.”

You yawned. “Where are you then?”

“Fifteen minutes to your house.” 

You shot out of bed. “What -”

“Don’t come blaming me! I tried to call you three times. Three times on full ring! It’s your fault!”

“You could’ve left the house only when I answered!”

“Then you wouldn’t have gone!”

“Hey, now that’s not completely true -”

“Yeah? Wanna bet?”

“On what?”

“Books. But technically I’m already out so it’s kinda useless.”

“You chickening.” You stated and heard a gasp from the other end of the line. 

“Am not.”

You rolled your eyes. “Bye, I’m going to get ready. Let yourself in when you reach. See ya.”

You hung up, tossing your phone onto the bed and headed to the washroom. Following your routine, you managed to put on some decent clothes just as you heard keys jingling from the living room. 

Your bedroom door opened and you heard a “Hiyah, bought you coffee on the way.” Before it closed shut again. 

You stepped out of the wardrobe and cleaned the countertop of your washroom, set your bed and fluffed your pillows, before turning off the air conditioner and walking to the guest bedroom where you knew your dearest friend would be waiting. 

“It’s really bare.”

“Where’s the coffee?”

“In the car.”

Lils surveyed the room. “It’ll do well with a fresh coat of paint. Maybe a contrasting colour. White and grey and then black photo frames. The shelves and drawers are already white, you can add in a tint of gold paint on the handles.” She nodded, proud of herself. “Guess the bedding can add a bit of green to make the colours pop.”

You had trouble catching up. “Grey for what? Which pane of the wall?”

“The wardrobe and the photo frame wall. The toilet can be green and gold.”

“Gold?!”

“Paint.” She clarified. “Gold paint.”

Oh, you knew that - 

“Okay,” Lils suddenly clapped her hands. “Let’s go! Buy everything then set the dates for the respective delivery. Oh yes, we need to change that -” She pointed to the old bedside table. “For something else.”

You were pretty sure it had dead lizards or something in there. You didn’t want to dissect it. 

The both of you left with ideas buzzing in your brains. 

The paint store was obviously the first, followed by the furniture store, the household store, and groceries - cause’ why not? - and then lastly, back to the coffee. 

Heading home, Lils informed you that she has already told her parents that she’ll be sleeping over at your house for the next few days, to help with the ‘reconstruction of the bedroom’. 

Her words. 

The removal of everything in that room was first. Including the bed frame, the bed, and now very narrow halfway thanks to the shelves being placed there. 

The painting job took a total of sixteen hours to complete painting everything and another good one and a half days for the paint to cure. Then came the cleaning of the room. That itself took a good half of the day. 

You thought that was all? To take a break? Oh no. 

The deliverables came. The both of you were on a labour streak. From building to shifting and arranging the pieces of furniture. Gods, by the time everything was done, you had your house to clean. And once that was done too, it took a total of one week. 

“The smell hasn’t left yet.” You said as you placed the last of the decorations in the room. “I’m afraid that his nose will be sensitive to it.”

You sat beside the cat plushie that you couldn’t resist buying.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. It will leave in the next few days anyways.” 

The both of you looked around the room to finally take in the view of your handiworks. Things changed a bit as the both of you progressed. The colour scheme remains the same but you’ve decided to paint the wardrobe black instead, the washroom green and white instead, and the fluffy rugs on the floors were a last-minute addition. The throw was an impulse buy but so was the cat plush. Not that you regretted it. 

“Ugh, I can’t believe we painted the whole place. You barely come into the room your walls were turning yellow from the damn musk!”

You laughed sheepishly. 

“Alright.” Lils got up. “They’ll be coming in a while. I’m gonna go home and take a damn good sleep while you have fun.”

You nodded. “Sure. Thanks, by the way.”

“No problem. Just hit me up anytime you go shopping again. Hopefully not for a whole makeover next time.”

The both of you laughed as you walked her to her car. “Alright, I’ll see you at work then.”

You waved as she drove away just as you saw the police car pulling up. 

Well, call for better timing.

So What? | MYG | Chapter 2

Pair: Hybrid Cat Yoongi x F Reader 

Summary: Running from a past that foreshadows him, Yoongi is adamant about ever turning back to his human counterpart form, in hopes that nobody would recognise him and take him away. You worked at a cafe with your best friend. As a more-than-normal day seemed to go by, you discovered something amidst your housing block. Perhaps - just perhaps, the nighttime is where the angels arrive. 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au

Warnings: Contains explicit language, abuse

WC: 2.1K

Taglist: @bearr02 @svnbangtansworld @vintageoldfashion @rkivemaar

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Three days passed with the same and the schedule between the both of you remains the same. The black cat - you should really start to come out with a name for it - will only come out from the sofa when you feed it, never allowing you to pet it and only starting to eat when you turn away. But you started to get worried. Its fur was matted in blood and you were afraid that it had sustained severe injuries. You wanted to give it a bath to see how bad the injuries were but it was extremely on edge. 

You sighed. Your work shift starts in over an hour and you still need to travel down. You left your room and prepared a big bowl of food and water, placing it at the edge of the sofa. 

“I’m going to go work now, kitty. Don’t eat everything for lunch. Keep some for dinner. I’ll be back before midnight.” You waited to see or hear any response from it but, nothing. You didn’t know what to expect - honestly. 

Your keys clanged against each other as you opened the gate and wore your shoes. “Bye, kitty!” You called out one last time as you hastily locked the gates. 

08 33.

You were going to be so, so late. “Damn it.” You looked at your watch. “Never mind.”

You were going to be late, might as well be late. Right? You ran down the block and unlocked your car. Normally your car sits in the parking lot as you prefer the public transport. However, you can’t afford to be late today. There were important events held today and you need to supply them with the necessities before and during the events. 

You drove as fast as the speed limit allows and managed to reach the shop just in time - spare a minute. 

“Y/N! Good, you’re here.” Your boss exclaimed. “You put everything down first and help pack the cart.”

“With the boxes?” You pointed to the cardboard boxes that were strewn across the floor. He nodded. “Which ones?” You started opening every box to peek inside. “And this cart is for which event?”

Your boss helped you carry the correct boxes to wrap, saying, “This one is for the company event. I think it’s called Furman or something.”

You nodded. “I have no idea what that is.” The both of you burst out laughing. “Normal, eh?” 

The both of you worked together in sync and the things were wrapped, packed, and ready to go. 

“What time does the driver come?” You asked as you sat down on the nearest chair. It was only 10 00 and you were already tired. 

Your boss looked up from his phone and said, “In five minutes. Peng just texted and said he will be reaching soon.” You nodded, getting up from the seats. 

The whole day went by as usual - aching arms, spilling coffee and milk, carrying boxes, serving nasty customers, the list goes on. But today, you were more than happy to go home for a whole new reason. You packed up faster than usual and cleaned up like a speeding train, all to go home earlier to see your cat. 

Well, he wasn’t exactly your cat to say.

What the hell do I call him?

Bringing your bag out of the storage room, you turned to ask your boss, “What is a nice name for a male cat but not generic?” 

“That’s a rather random question?” He looked up from behind the cashier. 

“Come on, please? I wanna go home already.” You whined. “I just need some ideas.”

He scratched his chin. “Did you get a cat?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm… Maybe Cookies? Or you can try… What is its fur colour?”

“Erm, black?” Your reply was as if it was a question.

“Blackie? Stormy? Burnt?” He shrugged.

“Hmm, alright thanks.” You scurried out of the shop. “Gotta go, bye!”

You ran for the car park at the back of the building where the store was located and quickly got in. Turning on the engine, you thanked the gods that the roads were fairly empty today, allowing you to reach home earlier than usual. You parked in the multi-story car park where it is sheltered and decided to head over to the nearest supermarket to get some food. 

You headed over to the cat food section, picking out a bag of new kibbles and can food. Then, you gravitated over to the vegetables and meat, chicken, and beef. Maybe some seasoning and a tad bit too many crackers. 

You paid for the groceries and headed up to your block, struggling to grab your keys as you reached your level. You opened your door and ran to the kitchen, putting everything down before rushing back to close the gates. You turned on the lights and started to pack everything into their respective places on the shelves. 

Heading over to the bowls that you have left out for kitty, you spotted that there were only a few kibbles he didn’t finish. You tossed those out and gave them a good wash, placing them on the rack to dry overnight. 

You turned off the lights and cautiously headed to your room, hoping that all the noise you made had not yet woken the sleeping cat under your sofa. But when you stepped into your room, oh, you were so wrong. 

Kitty was indeed asleep but not under the sofa. It hissed at the sudden attack of light that you switched on, scurrying to your pillow’s snout first. 

“Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t know you were there. I thought you were sleeping under the sofa.” You dimmed the lights and headed to the closet, walking over to your bathroom from the connection point there. 

Yoongi could hear the water running down the shower room from where he was laying on your bed. He was just about to fall back asleep when you picked him up, making him hiss at the sudden contact. Trying to pry your hands away by lightly scratching you didn’t seem to phase you at all. 

Where are you taking me? PUT ME DOWN! I SAID, PUT ME D - 

“If you want to sleep in my bed, you are going to take a bath first.” You announced, bringing him to the bathtub which you have already filled up with water. 

NO, NO, NO. I DON’T WANT TO BATHE! I WANT TO SLEEP!

You slowly placed him down into the water and he hissed, not wanting to be washed. He sloshed around in the water, attempting to get out but your grip on him was too tight. 

“Come on, kitty. I’ll leave you alone later if you are willing to let me bathe you now.”

Fine. 

So Yoongi floated there, let you wash him up, blow dry his fur, coo over how soft his fur now is, and check his injuries. When he had gotten enough attention, he jumped off the countertop of the basin and trotted back to the pillows with a meow. Letting you close enough was already pushing his instincts, he wanted to rest now and that was exactly what he was going to do. 

Yoongi heard you sigh from the washroom and started to clean things up. He didn’t last too long with the warm pillows and your scent, lulling him into the darkness. 

A few more weeks went by and the schedule essentially stayed the same. Nothing really changed. 

Nothing really changed. 

Food schedules may not have changed but your cat sure did. Kitty, you decided to call it, started to be more comfortable with you after that day you bathed him. His injuries didn’t seem too bad, just a few scratches here and there but have mostly healed over the past few days. You realised that it was indeed a he and that his fur - oh, it was the softest thing you have ever touched. It was even nicer than the fluffy rugs you have lying on the floor of your house. 

Sometimes, you even wake up with him snuggled in between your arms. 

What a character this cat has.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly until a few days ago when you realised that your cat wasn’t eating as much as he used to. He ran fevers, occasionally spasming, and always whined for your attention every time you were near. Hell, you think that he probably vomited while you weren’t around too! You decided to take a leave today to see exactly what was wrong with your cat. 

So the moment that you woke up, you prepared to leave for the veterinarian. Your cat, however, did not seem at all fond of the idea. It mewled and clung onto your sofa when you tried to bring it out of the house. 

“Come on!” You struggled. “Come on, kitty, seriously! You have been sick for god knows how long and I’m not going to let you keep going like that!” You huffed. “Come…On! Let’s go already. The faster you finish, the faster we can come home.”

When you finally managed to get him out of the door, he meowed the whole way to the vet, almost ripping apart the towel that you had wrapped him in. You heaved a sigh of relief when you reached and got him into the clinic, heading right to the registration counter. 

“Hello, what are you here for?” 

“Erm, my cat has been having fevers and spasming recently. I would like to have him checked out.” You said, eyes darting around the place, seeing many different animals and feeling real… Out of place. You only fed the stray cats downstairs your blocks but never really had a pet by yourself. 

“Have you seen any doctors or come before?”

You shook your head. “No, we haven’t.”

The receptionist nodded. “How long has this been going on?”

You tried to think back to the earlier times when you started to suspect that your cat was sick. “Erm, about a few - maybe around four - days ago?”

“Alright.” The receptionist typed something into her computer and took out a ticket. “You can head over to the seat and wait for your queue number. It will show up on the screen when it is being called.”

You thanked her and went to take a seat. 

A3009, You read on the ticket. 

“That’s still a long way from ours, kitty. It’s only A286 right now. Hang in there.” You told him as he started to gag after a while. You ran your hands down his back in an attempt to calm him down. 

He started to shift around in your hold and you started to panic. “Erm,” You looked up, trying to ask for help just as he puked, vomit splattering off the floor and onto your shoes. People jumped back and pets got startled. The receptionists and nurses came out, trying to diffuse the commotion and clean the mess. 

You stood there trying to calm your cat down to no avail. “Gods, I’m so sorry -”

“It’s fine.” A nurse said. “I think this is more serious than you may have thought. Go to room five and knock. The doctor there will let you in. The receptionist has already informed her that you would be going first.”

You nodded and rushed to the room on as steady feet as possible, hoping that your quick movements would not trigger him again. 

ROOM 5: DR. PARK JI-HYUN

You knocked and went in, hastily greeting the doctor before explaining what was going on. “I really have no idea and I didn’t know how bad it was. I thought it would have gone away after a while.”

Dr Park conducted some tests and checked his lungs. As the results came back, the frown on his doctor’s brows was not making him feel any better. All the sources online stated that stray cats have a much stronger immune system to counter diseases than domestic cats do, so you decided to try for a few days. 

“I think it isn’t quite the problem of what your cat has eaten or what disease it has contracted.” Dr Park said. She scribbled something on the papers and moved to the screens, calling somebody to arrange for some sort of transportation. 

When she came back, she looked you dead in the eyes and frowned. Sighing, she said, “Goodness, how do I phrase this?” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Your cat isn’t a cat. It is a hybrid.” 

So What? | MYG | Chapter 3

Pair: Hybrid Cat Yoongi x F Reader 

Summary: Running from a past that foreshadows him, Yoongi is adamant about ever turning back to his human counterpart form, in hopes that nobody would recognise him and take him away. You worked at a cafe with your best friend. As a more-than-normal day seemed to go by, you discovered something amidst your housing block. Perhaps - just perhaps, the nighttime is where the angels arrive. 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au

Warnings: Contains explicit language, abuse

WC: 1.4K

Taglist: @bearr02 @svnbangtansworld @vintageoldfashion @prwprwprwpr @bontensbabygirl @codeinebelle

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Your jaw dropped. Hybrid? It can’t be… Right?

“When hybrids stay in their animal counterpart’s form for too long, their body would start to fight and that’s when they would experience what your ‘cat’ is currently experiencing. It is called, hybrid withdrawal symptoms.” 

You honestly couldn’t believe what you were hearing. 

“I have called for emergency transportation to a hybrid hospital called, JM Hybrid Hospital. I’ve referred you to one of the doctors over there and I promise that he will be in good hands.”

Numbly, you nodded to what she said until, “Wait, what? I’m not going with him?”

Dr Park looked up from your kitty, “Would you like to go with him?”

You nodded vigorously. “Please, if I am allowed. Please.”

“It is most definitely allowed, Ms L/N. But forgive my concern, there have not been many owners whose pets were hybrid and when they found out, they wanted nothing to do with them.” 

Oh. 

“No, no. I would never! Hybrid or pet, they’re still beings.”

She nodded. Paramedics barged into the room and took your kitty into their arms, bringing him away from you. 

“Wait.” One of the paramedics stopped. “She’ll go with you. I’ll send Dr. Park the stats in a while.”

He nodded. “Come on, let’s go.”

You followed them down to the ER section and into an ambulance. 

The whole ride there was sated in awkward silence, the paramedics doing their best to keep your kitty stable and conscious while you just sat there, staring at his limp body. You felt so useless and so, so bad.

If only I found it earlier. If only…

“He will be fine, the hospital is only about ten minutes away from here. He’s symptoms are not that bad yet, he should be treatable.” 

All you could do then was nod. 

When you finally pulled up to the ER of JM Hybrid Hospital, it felt like an hour’s drive. The paramedics quickly rushed out and you followed closely, nurses navigating them to empty rooms. 

“How serious is it?” One nurse asked, checking your kitty’s blood pressure and body temperature. 

A doctor came out, tag reading - 

“Please, I didn’t know. Can he be cured? Can you do something?” You latched on to his coat. 

The doctor looked at you sympathetically. “Of course.” He nodded. “From the notes that the clinic has sent me, he is not yet in an extremely critical condition. Curable, but it will be a tough road.” 

The doctors scanned you from head to toe. “I take it you are his owner?” You numbly nodded, wanting the question to stop and the treatments to start. 

“Right, I will need you to help me fill in these forms.” He handed you a whole set of documents and a pen while simultaneously pushing you out of the room. 

“Wait -”

“You can’t be in there when the doctors are doing their work, Ma’am.” A nurse held you back. “Dr. Park needs these documents in. Could you finish and pass them over?”

You looked at the nurse and then back a set of work in your arms. You found an empty seat and sat down, starting to complete the information inside. You never really knew his real name so you put ‘Kitty’ in the box. You never knew paperwork was suddenly so hard to complete.

“Erm,” You called out to the receptionist. “I don’t really know anything so most of it is empty.” You scratched the back of your neck, embarrassed. 

The reception lady - Nurse Ling Hui, it read - nodded her head. “All’s good. Though I have some information for you. From the blood test that went through over at the previous clinic, your hybrid is a black-market registered hybrid. He is one of the hybrids that came up on the recent news.”

“What do you mean?”

Ling Hui slowed down, “It means that he will be under the close watch of police officers to ensure his safety as he is a wanted hybrid in the black market and it is not a good thing. People selling hybrids there are known to be ruthless in what they do.”

You slumped down. Ling Hui walked around the desk and placed a hand on your shoulder. “By the way, his name is Yoongi. Min Yoongi. He is a 29-year-old hybrid, mixed breed.” She held out a folder. “Here are some reports in the system that we can collate. Would you like to take a look?” 

Just as you were about to take it from her hands, your head whipped at the heart-wrenching scream that came from your kitty - Yoongi’s - room. You made a move to run over when Ling Hui held you back, shaking her head. “Let the doctors do what they need to. With you in there will only make things more difficult.”

You took a deep breath and took the folder from her hands, sitting on a chair that faces the room. The screams went on for a minute or two and then stopped, a minute or two and stopped. Just when it hit the 15-minute mark, you couldn’t take it anymore and dashed right in. 

A guard held you back as you fought to be let through. Yoongi’s screams hit every one of your bones as you fought harder and harder. “Let me through! Please!” You yelled, tears streaming down your face. “Stop, stop. Don’t hurt him!”

The doctors came out, seeing your distressed state saying, “Let her in, we’re taking a break for now anyways. Continue going and he might actually pass out for real.”

The guards let go of you and you immediately rushed into a sight you never want to see again. 

Yoongi was exhausted - so, so exhausted. He didn’t want to shift. If he shifted, he would definitely be sold off again. Subconsciously, he could feel the spasming of his muscles and shift of bones, fighting against the doses that the doctors had induced him with.

God, he was so tired. 

He closed his eyes, hoping for the pain to subside when he felt the gentlest kisses between his ears. He knew exactly who those kisses belonged to and he let out a pained meow - from the pain but also because he felt his fur getting wet. 

Why were you crying?

It hurts his heart more than holding back shifts to know that you were crying. Yoongi lifted his head as much as he could, being strapped to the table. 

“I’m so sorry.” You sniffled, head in between his ears and tears flowing down his fur, “I’m so sorry I didn’t know.”

Why were you sorry?

Yoongi tilted his head up, licking off the tears that were cascading down your cheeks, hoping that the action would bring a smile to your face like it did the first time he did so. And he was right. But it was not the bright eyes and teasing smile. This time, it was pained. You moved away from him as his tongue chased your cheeks, still trying to wipe off the tears. 

Where were you going? Hey, please come back… Please - Oh - 

You had unbuckled the straps that had confined him onto the table and his limbs twitched slightly, hissing at the pain they gave him. You had made your way back to where his head lay, stroking his matted fur with gentle hands. If you keep going, he was really going to fall asleep. He was already this close- this close - to purring. 

“Come on, kitty.” He was sure you already knew his name though - “Come on. I know you don’t want to shift but please? I don't know why and I don't ever want to understand why because that is your experience. I could never phantom even 30% of it. But you’re getting really, really sick and,” You sobbed. “And I still need you. How am I going to go home to an empty house now?”

Yoongi was really sleepy and really tempted but - 

“Please, please, please. Kitty - Yoongi - please?”

Hearing his name on your lips, god he had wished for this day but not in this way - 

Oh, perhaps he could make an exception.