So What? | MYG | Chapter8

So What? | MYG | Chapter 8

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: 2.4K

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

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A pounding headache, aching limbs, and stiff neck were not how you hoped to wake up. It felt like you drank five cans of beer and downed the whole rainbow shot. You groaned, pulling yourself into a sitting position at the head of the bed. All you remember was getting really sick and blacking out many times. Your fevers had a way of spiking and scaring even yourself. 

You sighed and looked around your room. At least it was neat. Seokjin must have cleaned it while you were bedridden. You took the thermometer across your bed and measured your temperature. 

36.8°C.

Exactly how long were you out of it? You got out of bed and headed over to the washroom to clean up. You felt like shit and you needed all the accumulated sweat to be scrubbed off your body. Seokjin wouldn’t have bathed you, you rolled your eyes. You had to get something for your brother to thank him for coming over. Working extra hours isn’t going to cut it - mainly cause you don’t want to work those extra hours. You’d rather be home snuggled up and lazing about. 

You sloshed around the water on the floor of the shower room and lathered your shampoo, figuring it would be best to not take too long to shower. You just got better - at least you hoped - and you weren’t about to get sick from the cold just because you wanted to soak. 

Quickly drying yourself with a towel, you headed over to the connecting wardrobe, pulling on some comfy clothes and doing your skincare routine. You weren’t a girl who puts on makeup at home but you knew a thing or two about taking care of your skin. 

As you rubbed in your moisturiser and walked out of your room, you spotted many things at once. Hoseok was sleeping with his legs up in the air on your sofa and it seemed that Yoongi’s doctors were here as well, and Seokjin was teaching an unknown voice something in the kitchen. You cautiously walked to the kitchen and saw both of them wearing aprons, a random male was busy on the chopping board while Seokjin was busy stirring some stew and giving him instructions at the same time. 

You walked into the kitchen and headed straight for the medicine cabinet. “Well, isn’t this a sight to see?”

Both males whipped their heads towards you. 

“I didn’t realise you were up already. I’m sorry, I should’ve paid more attention.” The male held his head down, hands wringing themselves tangled in front of him. 

It only now did you realise the tail in between his legs and the two fluffy ears pressed down against his jet-black hair. 

You paused, hands automatically moving to his hair. “Yoongi?” You breathed out. You were so out of it when you fell ill you that all you saw were his eyes. You didn’t even take a good look at your hybrid you had forgotten what he looked like. Or perhaps you were having some memory loss. 

His head shot up so quickly that his ears got squashed against your hands that couldn’t retract fast enough. Seokjin was just watching this whole scene with that stupid smile on his face. 

“What?”

Jin shook his head, turning back to the stew. “I told you she’ll remember you. It’s not like she has never seen you in human form before.” Jin continuously stirred the stew and pointed to the chopping board. “Faster, get those chopped or the soup is going to burn.”

Jin left the ladle in a bowl half filled with water and went over to you, hands immediately touching your forehead. “You seem fine. You can pop the panadol down, it’ll do you some good in relieving the headaches.” He pointedly looked down at you. “Not too many.”

You nodded. 

As you watch the boys in the kitchen move about fluidly, the doctors in your living room catch your attention. “Why are Yoongi’s doctors here?”

“I called them over once I couldn’t handle you anymore.” Jin turned around. “Exactly what have you been doing other than working recently? This round is one of your worst.” 

You shrugged. “I just worked and went home, slept, ate, watched shows, do some hobbies. About there. I’m not too sure how I got so sick either.”

“No symptoms?”

You shook your head. “Too surprising. I had no idea.”

Jin turned back to the stove, putting the freshly cut mushrooms into the stew. “Y/N, go get some bowls. Yoongi, go wake the gang. Lunch’s ready.”

You gave Yoongi’s ears a scratch as he passed you and he nearly collapsed right there and then. He refused any ears scratched or pats from anybody during the time you were sick. Hybrids need the physical connection as well and they didn’t want him over-stressing and not having a way to rest. Even the two hybrids in the house gave him a choice to let them do it but he refused. It felt so good that a loud purr broke through that soon turned into a whine when your hands left his hair. 

You giggled, walking away to grab what Seokjin needed. 

“Please wash your hands after that. Don’t contaminate my food! Hair lice, you never know! I worked hard for it, you know?”

Lunch was served and the three sleepyheads trudged into the dining room. “Why, hello. Finally woke up?” 

Hobi was the first to see you, immediately bolting over to your seat and engulfing you in a bone-crushing hug. You tapped his shoulder, warning him that you were going to die from the lack of oxygen if he didn’t let you up soon. 

“Y/N! I didn’t hear you come out?” The sudden weight on Hobi had him confused. 

“Nope, you were too deep asleep.” You snickered. “Legs in the air and everything.” 

He scratched his bed hair and sheepishly answered, “Oops. Hehe.”

The Parks walked in, hair tangled and clothes dishevelled. “Good to see you’re awake, Ms. Y/N. It was hell the past few days.”

“You had better owe us some coffee.” Dr Ji-hyun yawned. 

“For sure. There is a coffee machine in the house for a reason. Feel free to finish my beans.” You offered. “Although, I do have another guest room. Why did you not rest there?”

“Oh, we did. But it was easier access from the living room if anything happened.” It seems like Dr Park was too out of it and Dr Ji-Hyun was answering all the questions. 

“Is…” You started. “Is Dr. Park okay?” You owe them more than coffee. If Jin was to be trusted and this is one of the worst fevers, then it would have been more than hell for the doctors. At a young age, your fevers have never done the doctors in the hospitals any good - always giving them a heart attack whenever your fever spikes. 

Dr Ji-Hyun waved a hand. “Ah, he’s fine. Just came back a few hours ago after being called in for an emergency patient. He’s good, just tired.” 

“I’m sorry.” You hung your head. You didn’t call in anybody else as you knew your brother was capable of handling your fevers. But if even he couldn’t handle it…

“Don’t be.” Dr Park answered. “It’s every doctor’s responsibility.” He smiled, eyes turning into crescent moons. “And, no need to be so formal. Just call me Jimin and my wife Hyun.” 

Oh… They’re married? 

“Oh. You’re married.” If you weren’t already so embarrassed, your mouth would have hung to the floor from the revealing truth. 

“Yeah. Most of our clients don’t know. We don’t have a habit of putting it out there.” Jimin laughed. 

Seokjin came in shouting “EXCUSE ME! HOT MAN COMING THROUGH!” before putting the pot of stew on the table, effectively ruining the mood. 

“Hot man?” You blanched. “Steaming stew, yes. Hot man? No.”

Jin looked at you offended. “Hey! I’m your oppa, have some manners!”

You rolled your eyes.

Lunch was more than eventful. 

You were kept up to date on what happened when you were halfway gone in your own world. From Hoseok telling you about Yoongi, to Yoongi retelling his story, and how they all link together. The conversation then gravitated towards exactly how out of it you were the past few days. Vomiting on Jin right after his bath, flirting with Yoongi till the cat was beet-red, and nearly yanking Jimin’s head off when he attempted to wipe you down.

It was your turn to be beet-red. Your cheeks flamed with embarrassment as you ducked your heads in your hands. Everybody was laughing their asses off - literally, after having Jimin fall off the chair with the force of his laughter, making everyone laugh even harder. 

“I’m sorry… Gods, this is so embarrassing!” The group burst out laughing again. Glad that they find your misery funny. Even Yoongi was sporting a smile of his own. 

The doorbell rang and the six of you turned your heads towards the door. It rang again. You got up from your seat and opened the door, revealing a dishevelled Lillianne standing there with bags and bags of groceries. Lils pushed past you and placed the grocery bags on the kitchen counter as you shut the door and walked in. 

“Wanna tell me what’s up?”

Your best friend gave you a one-over before tackling you in a big bear hug. She is called a bear for a reason. Hugging is her sport. 

“Seokjin won’t let me visit you until you have gotten out of bed.” She moaned her complaints to you. 

“Yah, you are another problem I refuse to take care of! Obviously, I won’t let you in!” Seokjin yelled back. 

“I don’t need you to let me in! I know the passcode, I can let myself in, thank you!” Lils rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue at him. 

This just made Seokjin competitive and the both of them started a catfight on who can let themselves into your house. 

You left the bickering two in the dining room and headed back to the kitchen to see Yoongi dissecting the bags that Lils had brought over. “Let’s just put the things in the fridge and then return to lunch.”

Yoongi shook his head. “You can go. I’ll pack them up.”

You frowned. “I’ll pack with you then.”

Just as your hand reached to unpack the first bag, Yoongi’s hand shot out to stop you, holding your wrist in a tight hold. You were shocked at the speed and strength that was getting tighter and tighter - a warning. It wasn’t until you winced that Yoongi immediately let go, eyes filled with fear. 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Yoongi fell down to his knees. “I’m sorry - I didn’t mean to, I swear! I’m sorry!” Tears were welling up in his eyes, head bowed, and neck open as a sign of submission. Your cat was in hysterics while you were in shock. 

You didn’t know what best to do in this situation other than to kneel down - which did not help his panic - and wrap your arms around him. “Yoongi, Yoongi. It’s okay. I’m not gonna scold you, it’s fine. Nothing hurts.” Your cat just cried even harder - really just wailing at this point. You sighed. “Yoongi, don’t cry. It’s fine. I’m okay.” You jutted your hands out. “See? I’m okay.”

Yoongi took your wrist in his hands, gentle as if you were made of glass, and licked the reddening part. You squealed, shocking him and he shuffled back even further. 

“Yoongi-” The group came out, wondering what the commotion was. 

“Oh, dear,” Jimin said. “Ah… Let’s all, go for a walk in the park. I’m craving some desserts. Let’s go buy some.” 

“I got flour.” Lils didn’t get the hint. 

Seokjin yanked her along. “Let’s go, Lils. The two need to handle this themselves.”

“Oh. Oh… Yeah, yeah. We’ll be back! With cakes and macaroons in tow!” She screamed from the main door. 

It was only after you heard your door close did you slowly slid your way to Yoongi, who was curled up into a ball in the corner of your cabinets. His tail was slid around his waist and tucked in, ears flattened down onto his hair, and sobs wreaking his body. 

You cautiously brought your hand to his shoulder, slowly moving up to caress his hair and finally moving to his ears. Yoongi did not move or stop you, with no signs of tensing. You took this as a sign to continue. Slowly in circular motions, you rubbed the base of his ears, moving to the tip and coming back down, paying attention to the little knots and groans that come out of him. 

Yoongi’s sniffles subsided as he leaned his body weight into you against the cabinet, pushing his head into your hands. “More?” You giggled. 

“Please…” Yoongi groaned. 

Surrendering to his demand, you continued. Only when Yoongi was about to fall asleep on your stomach, did you stop. Yoongi whined. “Whyyy?”

As much as he was adorable and you just wanted to keep going, this wasn’t the point of why you started. “Yoongi, we gotta talk about what happened.”

Yoongi stiffened against your stomach, head curling into himself. “Don’t wanna.”

You sighed. “Yoongi, I will never understand what you’ve gone through, lest how you feel. So I won’t tell you what you should do and what you shouldn’t do. However, I will tell you that - no, I promise you that you are safe with me. I will do whatever I can, within my power, to make you feel safe. Feel safe, Yoongi. That’s home.”

The air was still for the next few moments until Yoongi moved and looked up at you from his position. “Home?” He asked, big brown chocolatey eyes sparkling with wonders. His ears twitched in anticipation. 

You nodded. “There is a home here, shall you wish to stay.” You smiled at him. 

Yoongi shot up, grabbing you into a tight hug, tail snaking over to grip your waist. He buried his head in your neck, sniffing you away. 

“Yeah… Home sounds nice.” You could feel your shirt getting wetter beneath his face. But this time, you cried with him. 

Yes, home sounds nice. 

So What? | MYG | Chapter 10

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: Explicit language 

WC: 2.1K

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

A/N: Bold is for flashback. Namjoon being Namjoon. Our smart lawyer. I would like to apologise for the next chapter. I promise that the book has a nice ending. PLEASE DON’T COME FOR ME -

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You knew what had to be done. 

You knew that there was no way possible that you could stop or alter this flow of events. Even if you pray to every single god in this universe and more, it will never change. Some things were meant to go forward. 

Hoseok and his team came back safely and the news of Robbinson’s capture is now plastered all over the news. Every reporter, news station, and radio station, was having a blast making money out of his capture. Hybrids that were associated with him and the facility are now slowly coming out. One by one, they gained the strength and courage to come forth and talk about their past trauma. 

Once, you thought you would have all the time in the world for the one you love. Now… Now you were no longer sure. Being a free hybrid allowed Yoongi to do many things. Many, many things. He no longer needed to be tied down to you just because he was saved by you. Now, he can save himself and many hybrids out there. As much as you hoped the day wouldn’t come, it did. 

There was no beating time. 

You brushed his hair and groomed his ears, making sure that his shirt and tie weren’t crumpled before you left the house. Yoongi had asked you to be at the hearing with him and as nervous as you were, you weren’t about to tell him no. You could never tell him no. 

Hoseok waited outside the door for the both of you. He drove the both of you to the courthouse, now waiting in front of many cameras and the tinted windows of his car, for the both of you to exit. You breathed in and took Yoongi’s hands. He was shaking as much as you were, perhaps even more. He was the one going up onto the stands today. He was nervous and had every right to be. 

You, on the other hand, didn’t. So you breathed out and put on a mask. “We’ll be okay Yoongi. You’ll be okay. You’ll get through this.” You rubbed his ears. “Be strong, you’re brave. I believe in you.” You gave him a soft smile, hoping that it was enough to calm his overdriven nervous system. 

And it did. Part of it. But it was enough for him to put on a brave face and step out. 

Cameras flashed and microphones were shoved in front of him, every reporter for themselves. Yoongi cowered back, hyper senses going into overdrive. The both of you knew this would happen - you had warned him this morning as the both of you were getting ready - that something like this would happen. But none of you were prepared for such a big onslaught. 

Gathering yourself, you grabbed Yoongi’s hand and pushed through the sea of reporters, quickly climbing up the steps as bodyguards started to surround.

“Please! Give us a statement! How do you feel going against him?”

“How well do you know Mr Robbinson?”

“How long were you in the facility? What happened to the rest of your batch?”

You pulled Yoongi into the designated waiting room, shutting the door immediately. Now, it was just the both of you in the room. You led Yoongi over to the couch, letting him scent you. Through the door, you could hear Hoseok’s muffled “We are not accepting any more questions! Please leave the premises or I will have you escorted out! This is a closed hearing!”.

For the safety and confidentiality of the hybrids, the court has called this a closed hearing, accepting no bullshit from the reporters and no leakages in the hearing to the public.

Yoongi’s breathing had calmed down, leaving him currently nuzzling your neck and purring. A knock sounded from the door before it pushed open, revealing Jimin, Jin, Namjoon, and Hoseok. The three of them entered the waiting room, closing the door behind them. 

“You okay?” Seokjin asked. 

You nodded. 

Hoseok took out his phone and silenced them. “Phones please.” Everybody gave him their phones. Yoongi’s collar hooked onto your hair you turned, taking your phone from your bag. As you turned back, it yanked your hair against its roots, causing you to wince. 

“Yoongi…” You sighed, giving his ears another rub. “Come on, we gotta go in.” Yoongi shook his head. 

“As standard procedure, I am here to tell you that this is a closed hearing and no recording is allowed. Intermissions will be on every three hours. The total hearing is three days and the verdict will be given on the third, four hours after the final hearing. The hearing for today will be approximately thirteen hours. We will be attending today and the verdict hearing. ” Namjoon started. “Some rules of the courtroom - no foul language, no physical assault, do not act on your impulse and speak when you are not spoken to, and stand when the judge arrives. You are allowed to take notes using authorised devices and materials.” He looked up. “Except for Yoongi-ssi, myself, and with certain aspects of situations Jimin-ssi and Y/N-ssi, the rest of you are not allowed to address the court.” 

Namjoon placed a folder in front of each of you. “This is a court hearing NDA*1. Read through it and if you do not have any problem with it, please sign on the lines.”  

You picked up the pen and signed it. You have already read through this one as Namjoon was talking. To him, this is a Pro Bono*2 case, taken up from his assault on you. Namjoon crashed into your house when he heard what was happening. At that point in time, you were still in distress and had yet to process the information given to you. The hearing date was looming closer and you were having trouble finding a suitable lawyer for Yoongi. 

That’s where Hoseok decided to stick his nose in your business. He knew you would be crumbling if you paid the amount that he overhead on a phone call. By no means were you poor, but you were not rich to that extent. Lawyers are paid by hours and for such a large case, you couldn’t handle lawyers specifically for hybrids. 

So Hoseok went to Namjoon, telling him about your current - well, then - problem. Namjoon came over, giving you an earful with a promise that he would help out. Pitching the case to his firm, he managed to get a hold of a lease and perform the case. That is where it landed all of you today. Sitting in the courtroom, at the very left side, two rows away from both of them. 

Hoseok was standing guard at the stands beside Yoongi and Namjoon while the rest of your friends and family sat beside you. Seokjin held your hand, softly caressing it. “It’s gonna be okay, it’s gonna be okay.” By now, that was your mantra. 

It’s gonna be okay.

But sometimes, mantras aren’t enough to keep you grounded. The judge had asked you to go over to the witness stands and testify about the evidence that had been given by Namjoon. 

You were trembling like a damn leaf that you swore you could’ve collapsed any moment then. But by some sort of miracle, you hadn’t. Yet. “When I first found Yoongi, I hadn’t known he was a hybrid. It was only when his withdrawal symptoms got worse and I brought him to see a doctor did I realise what he was.”

“And after that?”

“After that, the doctors and Hosoek-ssi informed me of the dangers of adopting Yoongii. However, I decided to go ahead with it.”

“Any forms of aggression from Yoongi-ssi, Y/N-ssi?”

You shook your head. “No. I fell ill in the first few weeks after I officially adopted him as a hybrid and even then he was patient with me. The next month or so, he did not show any signs of aggression either.”

The judge nodded. “Earlier you stated that you went on with the act of adopting Yoongi-ssi even after knowing of the dangers he holds and the possibility of getting you into much trouble like the one as of today. Might I question, why?”

“Sir, that is a personal question that -”

“Sit down, Lawyer Kim. You are not spoken to.”

The judge turned his attention back to you, brows raising in question. 

You gulped. The answer you have known for a few days now but have yet to approach Yoongi. You knew that there was always - that there has always been something more than just an owner and hybrid relationship between the both of you. You had asked Jimin about it when he came over to grab some leftover pastries for him and Ji-Hyun. 

“Hmm… Hybrids have such a thing called mates. It is similar to what humans like to call soulmates. But for hybrids, due to our genetic hypersensitivity, we feel more. As such, when mates are marked, we are able to feel our mates.”

“Feel what?” You had questioned.

Jimin shrugged. “Everything. Everything is heightened. We are hyper-aware of what our mates feel. Human counterparts don't get anything, of course.” He smirked. “But hybrids feel a lot more.”

You tapped the counter. “What if you aren’t marked?”

The question had thrown him off guard as he placed the box of pastries and tongs on the table and turned to you. “For what reason… Are you asking for?” He eyed you suspiciously. 

You shrugged. “Just curious.”

“I can sense that this is beyond curiosity but I shall leave it as that for now. Whatever you’re scheming, faster finish it. I don’t want to be helping you aim for something that would hurt.” Jimin stated. 

“I swear, please just answer that. It’s the last question.”

Jimin sighed, giving in. “Once the mate bond clicks into place, everything is already heightened. The hybrid-”

“How do you know it clicks into place?”

Jimin gave you the stink eye. “I thought you said that was the last question!”

“I’m sorry!” You raised your hands in surrender. 

“The hybrid,” he emphasis on the word. “Knows. It is genetically impossible for the human counterpart to know. You do not possess what we possess.” He gave a look that shuts you up from asking any more questions. “As I was saying earlier, it is possible even when the human counterpart is not marked nor mated. As long as there is a connection and the hybrid acknowledges that you are its mate, it will start to show off acts of mateship.”

“Which is…?” 

“I shouldn’t have come!” Jimin groaned. “Which is extreme scenting, nesting, increased clinginess, and more. It depends from hybrid to hybrid. The list is non-exhaustable.” Jimin took up the tongs from the table and stuck them inside the cake fridge, taking out more doughnuts. “Now leave me be! I want to go home with a full box of doughnuts!”

Now, you stand at the witness stand, looking over to Yoongi, catching him already looking at you. He gave you a small smile. At least one of you is composed. You were struggling to tell the judge the actual reason. You knew and you were certain that Yoongi had accepted it quite some time ago. The reason why he did not tell you is beyond your comprehension. 

“Ah… I felt a connection to him.” You blurted out. 

Before the judge can say anything, the opposing lawyer suddenly shoots, “So if I got this right, you decided to keep a potentially harmful hybrid in your house, under your name, because you somehow felt a connection to him and wanted to see how it goes?”

You were in shock. You did not expect such an explicit question. 

“Y/N, you do not need to answer that.” Thank god you had Namjoon.

“It is a relevant question! She poses a threat due to the acquaintance of Min Yoongi and if not properly-” The lawyer turned to the judge as he got out of his seat, walking in your direction, “Sir, permission to question Y/N-ssi for her acquaintance with Min Yoongi and his work.”

“Overruled.” The judge stated. “Return to your seat, SeongHo-ssi.”

“Sir-”

“Return to your seat.” The judge turned to you. “Thank you, Y/N-ssi. That is all the questions I have for you now. You may return to your seat.”

You got down from the stand and bowed to the judge, walking back to your seat on shaky legs. This is going to be tougher than you thought and you hoped Yoongi would be alright. You landed on Seokjin, breathing heavily, dizzy from all the adrenaline running through you. You weren’t quite sure how you were going to last three days. 

Notes: *1 NDA refers to a non-disclosure agreement.  *2 Pro Bono refers to a case taken voluntarily by a lawyer. 

So What? | MYG | Chapter 14

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: 2.7K

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

A/N: As promised :) hehe...

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Seokjin had come over in the middle of the night when you couldn’t sleep and inerputed him for a movie marathon. Beyond tired was a mild way of putting it. He woke up early in the morning, struggling and finally managing to shimmy out of your grasp after a long fifteen minutes. He stilled against the bed, one foot out on the floor, bed hair spiking everywhere, and head slowly turning to you as you whined about the loss of contact. Acting fast, Seokjin tucked a pillow under your arm. 

You sighed and nuzzled it, quickly falling back into the Dreamland. 

Seokjin rubbed his face and got out of bed, padding to your kitchen on soft feet to prepare some breakfast. As he opened the refrigerator, he found two lunchboxes of overnight oats. Opening them, he took a sniff, trying to sense how long they had been in the fridge. After he deemed that they were edible, he placed one on the table and headed to pack your living room as he ate. 

It wasn't long before you woke up to the birds cawing outside your window, silently cursing them to let you sleep a little longer. Just as you were almost back asleep, they started calling again, causing you to groan out in frustration. Everything has been frustrating recently. You patted the space beside you, only for your hands to touch against the cool sheets. 

Sighing, you pushed yourself out of bed, heading to the kitchen where you were sure your brother was. 

Only to find it empty with a box of half-eaten overnight oats you had just made last afternoon. You tilted your head, yawning as you tried to think. 

"That's mine." Seokjin came into the kitchen with arms full of opened snacks and dirty, empty cups. "Go take yours. I left it in the fridge."

"Where were you?" Your voice came out scratchy and hoarse, the aftermath of all the tears and screaming last night. 

"Living room." Seokjin placed the cups in the sink. "I'm surprised you walked straight past me at the couch just now." He snickered, keeping your snacks in the baskets. 

"You were probably hiding from me, waiting for this moment." 

"Nah, I wouldn't be so bad." 

The both of you started the day by cleaning your house, Seokjin nagging at you for not taking care of yourself and the place you live in. The constant "Look at the amount of dust there is on this!" and "Oh my gosh, Y/N!". At least your brain took a break from what you were running from. After dinner, Seokjin had left, saying that he was called back to the hospital. You shooed him off despite him worrying over you.

"Are you sure you'll be fine?" His brows were creased against his forehead. "I can cancel anyway. My licence is no longer valid so technically calling me back is unnecessary. So I can stay if you need me." 

"Just go, Seokjin."

"They'll probably make me stay the whole night, you know that." 

"I know that." You patted his shoulder. "Just go, I'll be fine."

With your constant pestering and deflection, Seokjin reluctantly left your house, leaving you once again in your mind. You watch as his car revered from the parking lot, driving away. You closed the curtains and turned off the lights. 

Might as well get some sleep to escape reality. 

The sad truth of that.

You had woken up just as Lillianne burst into your house screaming, “FBI, OPEN UP!” 

Groaning, you turned to the side, hands blindly grabbing your phone off the coffee table. When your sleep-muggled brain finally registered the time that your screen showed you, you shot up, cursing your way to your room. 

“I was wondering why you weren’t out yet. You better be lucky I came in.”

Hastily, you got yourself ready, shrugging on clothes like you were just caught. Technically, you were. You and Lils managed to leave the house in a record time of seven minutes, only missing your water bottle. But the water in the shop was free anyway, so you’d just take that.

Starting the car, you drove off in the direction of the shop. The moment you stepped in, you were already dreading coming to work. The shop was filled with customers. 

Good for the business, not good for your health. 

Starting the orders in the receipts, you prepped yourself for a long night ahead. Lils worked at the cashier, shoving more receipts your way as you balanced making drinks and serving to scoop ice creams. 

You were certainly not pleased with the amount of people in the shop at four in the afternoon. But it was a Saturday - what could you say?

Family gatherings, children playing around, couples on dates. It made your heart clench every time you had to serve a couple. Seeing the lovey-dovey looks they send each other reminded you of a certain hybrid. Shaking your head, you tightened your apron and continued. The coffee would not make itself and the food would not serve itself. 

Oh, how you would love that. 

Then, you wouldn’t have to constantly run about. But that is the nature of the job. One could only expect so much from a food and beverage job. The night went on much busier than usual on a Saturday night. Parties were held there with big gatherings and by the time the shop closed, you had heard a good four birthday songs and seen an uncountable amount of bouquets. 

Cleaning up, you cleared off the used cutleries and dishes, setting them in the sink for the kitchen staff to wash. Ensuring that no ice cream scooper is left in their respective boxes overnight, you then swept and mopped the floor before cleaning the tables. Going out to throw the trash, you grabbed the bags from the kitchen and outside. 

Spotting a black cat sitting idly at the bus stop, you gave it a small hello before speed-walking to the bins. They were heavy trash bags. There were a lot of baking and alcohol bottles used today. You weren’t sure when the cat had leapt down and followed you, but you soon found yourself stumbling over, trying not to step on the cat’s wagging tail. It walked in between your legs, rubbing its head against your calves - chasing it was more likely - as its tail swished violently. 

Its actions reminded you a lot of Yoongi. That cat loved to show affection by constantly rubbing your calves and scenting you in between your shoulders. He had said that it was a comfortable spot to sleep on. 

Your heart clenched at the thought of him. 

After throwing the trash away, you squatted down to give its head a small pat with the back of your hands. “I’m sorry, buddy. My hands are filled with syrup right now and I wouldn’t like you for you to get sick when you groom yourself.”

It followed you to the shop, stopping just outside the doors. 

“Come on in, buddy.” You gestured for the cat. 

It was dark outside and with the heavy trash bags, you didn’t take a good look at the cat, trying to work your way around not hurting it. But now that it was inside, it mewoed and continued to rub at your ankles, going around you in circles. 

“Sit.” You instructed it. It was something you hoped it could understand. And it did. 

After washing your hands, you rummaged through the kitchen for a can of tuna. Spotting three, you took them all with you and headed out. Opening one, you placed it in front of the cat. “There you go, you can have all three. I’ll go get you some water, okay?” 

When you headed back to the front, you found it prodding at the second can. “Here,” You placed the bowl of water onto the floor. “Have some water first. I’ll open it for you.” 

You were stopped with two paws on your arm, the cat jumping up onto your lap. Sitting down in a cross-legged position, gave it more space to roam. But it seemed to know exactly where it wanted to be. In the middle with his head propped on your upper thigh. Its loud purrs fill the room as you stroke it from ear to snout. 

It looks just like Yoongi.

You knew that but your conscious brain was just trying to reject it. 

It wasn’t until its moonlit eyes slid to yours did the waterworks started. Carrying him up, you looked at the cat in your arms through watery eyes. Its shocked expression and terrified meows -

Your eyes closed the moment you felt his rough tongue lick your cheek. Tilting your head away from him to not cover his shiny fur in your slob, you tucked him between your neck and shoulder, head hanging down. 

Yoongi knew Jimin was right. 

Yoongi knew that he needed to talk to you. 

Yoongi also knew the address where you stayed and worked. 

So when he overheard Seokjin asking a favour from Jimin to keep his phone on call in case you needed him, Yoongi dashed out of the house. Scurrying from Jimin’s home to the shop, his little cat paws could only get him there so fast. 

By the time he reached it, he was parched. Panting, he stuck his tongue out to moderate his temperature. He wanted to take the chance of the next customer to enter the shop and call your attention to him. But seeing you so busy, running from place to place without a stop, Yoongi decided that it was better if he waited until the shop closed. 

So Yoongi took his spot at the shaded area of the bus stop and watched you work. You were quick and agile, moving like the wind. Many times, he saw the flinch of pain and growth of your eyes when you were scared. When big groups of people came in, he could see the exhaustion in your eyes. You tried not to show the customers - but Yoongi knew better. The pain in your eyes when you see couples made his head hang. 

It was his fault.

When the day was finally over and the shop closed, Yoongi waited for his chance. Like a cat hunting for his prey, Yoongi’s attention grew sharper. He noted each of your movements and when you finally came out with trash bags in hand, he leaped for it. 

He did not expect you to spot him from far but you did. 

It made his heart swell with a feeling he couldn’t quite describe. Pride, most probably. 

She noticed me. 

Rubbing against your ankles, he meowed for your attention, glad to finally be close to you. You hadn’t recognised him and it made Yoongi feel a little… sad. But the moment you did, you burst into tears and Yoongi couldn’t find a way to stop it. He was essentially trapped in your hold. He meowed frantically, hoping that you would sense the distress in his voice and stop. But you didn’t. 

You continued, caressing his fur and mumbling his name over and over again. 

With a meow and a particularly harsh tug, he slid out of your grasp and stood on your thighs, licking your face. You laughed as he found your sensitive spot just behind your ear. Trying to get him out of your face, Yoongi held on and continued. It was better than you crying. 

“Okay, okay.” You got up, placing him on a table as he hissed from the cold contact. “I’m okay. But now I have to go wash my face since you just covered me in slobber.”

Yoongi sat up and watched your movements. From cleaning up yourself to cleaning the floor and leftover water to you turning off everything and picking him up, he didn’t dare relax. It wasn’t until you placed him in your car and wrapped him in his favourite towel did he started to feel it. 

He was holding it in for such a long time that -

Tears unconsciously slid down his eyes, matting his fur. 

He didn’t know how long it was before your arms pulled him up again, carrying him onto your lap. “Yoongs… Don’t cry… We’ll figure it out, I’ll try harder. I promise.”

But it has nothing to do with you. 

It’s me.

The silence was kept at a peaceful wavelength until you reached home. Picking him and your bags up, he cuddled closer to you, seeking your warmth in the chilly air. The moment you opened the door, Yoongi lept out of your arms and slinked through the cat door on his door, pleased to find that it had not been locked. 

Quickly shifting and changing, Yoongi left the room and slid to your side on the floor. 

You brought your hands to his face, cupping his cheeks but he did not dare grumble. He wanted this to last as long as possible. 

“I chose you, Y/N. I choose you, mate.” Yoongi confessed. 

You closed your eyes as your lips trembled and Yoongi brought his hands up to wipe away the tears that streaked down your face. 

“I’m sorry…” You whispered. 

“No, please don’t be. Please.” Yoongi begged. “You are the most amazing person ever. The most beautiful and does everything you can just for me. I am sorry. I have let you down - hurt you just because I thought it was easier to let you hate me than love me.” Yoongi let himself go, crying in your lap. “My strong, beautiful, exceptional mate.” Yoongi looked up at you, voice breaking. “I’m sorry.” 

This is one of the few times that Yoongi broke down in front of you. 

“I’m so, so, sorry.” Yoongi kneeled in front of you, head in your lap. “I’m sorry. I did not mean - I -”

You gently placed your hands in his hair, ruffling them and stroking his ears. Yoongi’s harsh sobs could be heard throughout your house. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” You mumbled into his hair, bent over onto his body. “It’s okay, Yoongs. I’m sorry too.”

Yoongi’s head tilted upwards, voice hoarse as he asked, “Why are you sorry?”

“Because I jumped to conclusions and didn’t put enough trust and hope into our relationship. And that I let this become when we could have easily talked it out properly if I had chosen the right words to tell you.” You smiled down at him. 

You had never thought that you would ever say these three words that would mean so much. You thought that our chance had been blown the moment you started that argument. You expected your chance to stay blown when Yoongi walked out of the courtroom without looking back. Saying them to Lils and Jin was a different thing from saying to Yoongi. You were always the person to express instead of say but this time -

“Yoongi,” You tilted his face upwards to you, eyes boring into his as you muttered the three words of magic. “I love you.”

From this view, you can see the widening of his eyes. 

“You - You love me?” Yoongi’s eyes sparkled with a shimmery glow. “You love me?”

You nodded, smiling at his goofy expression. Yoongi suddenly shot up, bouncing around the house - much like an excited dog might when he goes on walks. 

“You love me! You love me!” Yoongi ran to the windows. “Y/N love me!” 

Your eyes widened, hands instantly pulling him back. “Don’t go screaming it to the world! It isn’t even 5 a.m.!”

Yoongi turned, the light in his eyes knocking the breath out of you. “But you’re mine.” Yoongi’s eyes crinkled and a gummy smile was full on show. “And you love me.” 

You nodded undoubtedly. Yoongi brought you close to his chest, hugging you tightly. “You love me and I love you too.” 

“Yoongi -”

“I love you.” He shook his head, eyes shining with inner light and it knocked the breath right out of you. “I love you, wholly.”

Breaking Bonds | PJM | Chapter 3

Pair: Fae Jimin x Nymph reader 

Summary: Stripped from your own birthright, you suffer at the hands of your people. But after all, you couldn’t blame them. Having enough, you left in the middle of the snowy days but things didn’t go as you planned. Jimin, pulled by an unspeakable force, ventures out into the blizzard to find a body face-first on the ground. Your love and connection is forbidden - looked down upon. But the both of you are willing to try. However, where there are dreams there are prices to pay. How will the both of you push through? Can the both of you do it?

Genre: Strangers to lovers, fantasy au, Jimin is the CROWN PRINCE (I mean-), angst, kidnapping, smut

WC: 3601

As the news of Jimin and your bond spread through his kingdom like wildfire, there was a clear separation between the young and the old. The old refuse to change the Old Ways, stating that faes and nymphs should forever be a forbidden bond. Nymphs have betrayed them since the times even before the war and should never be forgiven for their crimes. 

On the other hand, the young wish for a change - a change between the two mystical beings, to bring balance back to their continent. Nymphs should be given a second chance, a viewpoint much different from the Old Ways. 

However, the King and council is the one to make the last decision. And currently, both did not agree. The king was furious - that his son would choose one much below him. 

“You - You - A choice of any other nymph - figuratively speaking - yet you choose the Princess of the nymph kingdom! The princess that had her title stripped from her and her kingdom uses her!” King Park yelled at Jimin from across the room. The table was long and council members sat around the King and the Prince. 

Everyone’s heads were bowed at the anger that radiated off the king. Red in the face, his hands moved widely across the tables and the air. The council members did not dare to watch the scene in front of them. But Jimin wasn’t afraid. He knew what would happen if he went against his father but -

“It was an unnecessary action when you stripped the nymphs of their royal titles. Their people were having a hard time, their people were struggling!” Jimin pointed out. “Their only hope was placed in their royalties to lead them back up to a normal life but you flippantly marched in and took away every single ounce of hope they had. You beheaded the king,” Jimin couldn’t hold his anger in anymore. “Right in front of the citizens.”

“He begged you - Begged you!” 

“You do not know what went down, boy.” One of the council members brought up.

“I do not know? I do not know?” Jimin swirled over to the member, hands fisted by his side. He would only make things worse if he acted out with violence. “I was there when you all decided to bring up this ridiculous plan. I was there when you,” Jimin pointed to his father. “When the King begged you to take him instead of his people. To spare his people!”

“His mate is dead, his children are dead, and his only surviving daughter is used by her own people because they had their hope and life stripped away when you marched in.”

“It was necessary! It was a precaution that we needed to take or they would come back to take all the lands back.”

“It wasn’t ours to begin with!”

The murmurs of the council hushed instantly when Jimin shouted. 

But it was true. Those invaded lands did not belong to the kingdom of Lyrin. Their territory belonged to the kingdom of Petra, the nymphs. Petra, the name explains itself - unshakable and resilient. The nymphs are small beings and for them to have fought so far with faes that are much bigger and stronger in size and strength, is a miracle itself. 

“Those lands were never ours. Not even in the earliest books of history or even in folklore that we tell kids during bedtime stories. They were not some forgotten land that you claim to be ours. They never belonged to us.” Jimin pointed to one of the areas on the map. “Don’t you see? They are withering - dying. Because they do not hold the same type of magic we do. We cannot care for them the way the nymphs do. And for so long, you have stripped them of their respective bonds just because you want more land.”

“What did you even do with them anyway?” Jimin spread his hands out. “They are all untouchable because we cannot cross.”

“Do you not see what you are doing? Has power made you blind, father?”

The king swung his hand out and everybody ducked from the spear of power that shot out. 

“You will not question me, Prince.” 

“I will do as I wish.” Jimin stood his ground. The council room was silent as they watched their king and prince go through a territorial battle. The stiff air and rising temperature said enough of the fight. Every councillor was sweating in their seats. Until Jimin walked out of the room, hands behind his back and head held up high with his robes swishing behind him as he left the door open. 

A clear indication that the fight is not over. 

Leaving the frightened councillors with a furious king who bellowed in anger.

But what Jimin did not know was that that was exactly part of the councillor’s plans. Without the knowledge of others, the older members had drawn out a plan, indicating when and where would be the best place and time to separate the bond. 

Jimin knew that the court’s disdain for their connection was palpable - that the older councillors do not and will probably never approve of Y/N. The tension had reached a level that even his father’s power was at stake. Half refusing to de-throne him and the other half not executing you. But Jimin felt relieved.

He had stated what he thought - stated what he felt was right. 

It was a first. 

But he was not executed. Yet. 

The moment that Jimin stepped into the main door of his quarters, he felt something was not right. He noted that no guards were patrolling and the surrounding was much too quiet. Shoeprints and trails of dragging were across the sand as Jimin trotted through the grounds. 

Something was wrong. He knew it. 

Coming down from his horse, Jimin hurriedly ran up the steps to the bedroom, opening all other rooms in the process. With each step he takes, he feels his heart clenching even more. Calling your name out frantically, he searched around for you. 

Reaching the top, Jimin didn’t take the time to catch his breath before pistoning to the doors - only to find them open, lock battered, and a blood-stained floor. Jimin’s nose sniffed around, registering that it was not yours. For a moment, he felt the weight lift off his shoulder that you were alive until he opened the doors and his heart dropped. 

The bedside table was overturned, sheets pulled off the edges and quilt on the floor. The rug was folded at its corners and when he touched the bed frames, he could feel the indents of your fingernails. Your fear was palpable in the air, penetrating every single one of his logical senses. He spotted icicles and snow bombs as if he had tried to fight back. But you were still recovering and your powers were on a low scale. Even he hasn’t seen them often. 

A groan coming from the balcony caught his attention as he called forth his power and ripped open the curtains that were swaying in the wind. Just as he was about to burn the man from his inside out, a painful “Your Highness” broke him out of it. Slowly registering that it was one of the guards who had taken care of him since young, he brought his hands down. 

Crouching down to the man’s level, Jimin lifted him by the shoulder. The man groaned in pain as Jimin shifted him over to the couches of the room. Blood leaked through but he could always replace them later on. 

“Don’t worry ‘bout me, boy.” The guard groaned out. “Go save your mate. I have already seen the best.” Jimin crouched back down. “Go, boy. This old soul is happy to see you happy.” Bowing, the guard continued. “They brought her to an unmarked area a little past the borders of Lyrin based on the Southeast. That’s all I heard.”

Jimin nodded and bowed to him. 

Taking off, Jimin ran back down the steps, guiding his horse into a gallop and then a full sprint. He had to get you. He had to. 

Curse the council. Curse his father. None of it was worth it if you weren’t there. 

He hoped that he could reach in time. 

He needs to reach in time. 

He led his horse in the direction, sweat dripping down his neck and back, soaking his tunic but Jimin did not dare stop. He feared that if he stopped for even a second, you might be gone. 

“Prince!”

Jimin ignored the call. He had to get to you fast and that was his purpose. His reason. He would not fail you again. 

“Prince!”

He saw a black-haired mare run alongside his, rider steady on top of his saddle. 

“Prince! You can’t go in there alone!”

Jimin turned and growled at his knight. “Try me.” Urging his horse faster but his knight kept steady behind him. 

“Prince! Please! Think about it! It is irrational to go in without a plan - no exact location, no communications, nothing!”

“She is my mate - prince or not. You will not question how I will do.”

“Then allow us to offer ourselves.” 

Jimin faltered. 

“It is dangerous to go in there alone. Let us go with you, Prince.”

“You are disobeying your King and saving a nymph in the laws is treason.”

Jimin stopped his horse to run an eye over the group that had formed. He did not even realise how many people had followed behind him. Eternally grateful but Jimin knew the consequences ahead of them if they were to join him any further. 

“Prince, we believe that it is time for a change. Time for the Old Ways to make way for the new and give back to nature what was never ours. We hope for peace between the kingdoms and a world where we no longer have to worry about being sent off to the woods to collect the dead bodies of the innocent. War is inevitable. But this one is.”

One by one, the people bowed. 

“We pledge our loyalty to our Crown Prince, for we believe the right road is in the light of his eyes and the love of his heart.” The people rose and an elder, a nymph - Jimin realised - came forward. 

“No more hiding for us. We put our faith in you, Prince. It is time for a change.”

“Time for a change, time for a change.” The people chanted. 

If they were to rebel, his father would have them murdered. Jimin looked towards the darkness that was spreading through the forest. He does not have much time left if he wants to save you before even his vision fails him. But these people who have placed their heads on the boards just to follow him - to pledge their loyalty to him - 

“No, you will not rebel. My father would have you all killed if you did.” Jimin mounted his horse. “For now, I have someone I care for who needs me. Those who wish to follow shall do so. The elders, children, and those who do not wish to witness the violence, mount your horses and return to the capital. I will ensure - even if it is to my death - that the Act will pass.”

Jimin surged, his horse riding forward. 

He now knows that the people wish for a change. Even the elders who have been through the whole war - fought in the war. Jimin could only hope that he does not bring their hopes down by being unable to fulfil is section of their deal. 

“Prince, how much farther due Southeast?”

“I am not sure. All Pletos told me was that they are Southeast, a little past the borders.”

“Well, Prince, we are almost at the borders. Would you wish to scout before we enter?

“Yes.”

Just then, the small cottage that was illuminated came into view. Squinting through the darkness, he tried to find your form, nose up as he tried to follow your scent. Only for him to see you tied up against a pole, wearing nothing but your underclothes and sleeping dress. Bruises littered your skin and Jimin fought the urge to sprint over. 

“Oh shit.”

He could see the shocked faces of the people. 

“Princess -”

“Helia no -” The knights grabbed the boy. “The girl will be fine but you cannot dash in like this.” The boy in their hold stopped fighting and Jimin looked at him. He was not much of a boy - more of a man. Slender but muscular and very familiar somehow. 

“Prince, what is our strategy?”

Jimin looked around and focused on his senses. He could hear the arguing of the council members, the flow of the river, the chirping of the crickets, and the sound of your slow breathing. “The council members are currently distracted and all the guards leave an opening of five minutes as they do their rotations. We go in then.” Jimin turned around. “Just three of us will enter, too many and we will be caught.” 

“Once we are back, we run east, there is a cave there that we can use to rest for the night. Our main goal is to get the princess and leave. Do not take anything, do anything, say anything. It will only alert the guards and the members. We want to be out of there as quickly as possible.”

Nods followed Jimin’s command and they waited for the next opening. Jimin hopes that you will be able to handle it long enough. 

Time for a change. 

Stay strong, we are here. 

Just as the opening reaches in, Jimin pulls Helia and another knight along with him, motioning them to quietly follow. As the clock started to tick, the three of them worked quickly, blades slashing at the ropes that kept you up as Jimin caught your limp body. With a nod, they ran back to the group, mounted their horses, and dashed. Jimin kept one ear towards the cottage as they ran, staying long enough to hear, “Where did the girl go? I told you to keep an eye on her and bring more guards!”

Council Member Lydea. 

She’s dead meat.

Wrapping his clock around your body, Jimin summoned some heat as he tried to warm you up. He does not know how long you have been there but -

A whine and sharp neigh caught his attention as he pulled his horse into a stop. 

“What happened?”

“His horse lost a shoe, she can continue but not at the pace we are currently going at, Your Highness.”

“That’s alright. We have made it far enough from the cottage. We will not lose anybody tonight. The cave is near, we will just walk.”

The group continued in silence as Jimin led them. Crossing the bridge, he walked behind the stone path of the waterfall. Taking a few more turns, Jimin stopped at the bottom of the stairs, dismounted his horse and walked him over to the makeshift stable. 

“It should be safe here. The horses can lie around and there are bedrolls upstairs and in a box somewhere.”

The group murmured their gratitude. 

“We got some leftover bread that we snatched from home on the way over. It should suffice for now.” A few knights looked at each other and nodded. “We will hunt in the morning.”

As Jimin set you down on his bedroll, ensuring that you were well tucked in and warm, he followed Helia up the steps to distribute the rest. 

“How did you find this place, Your Highness?”

“I liked to venture out of the castle walls too often. I came across this place and thought that it felt… peaceful. So I shoved plenty of things here over the years. I hope you find it to your liking, Prince.”

The man stopped dead in his tracks. 

“Prince, Your Highness? You flatter me too much but I have no hold on that title.”

“I do not believe that I have mistaken, Prince Helia of Petra. The people only knew that she was a nymph, not a nymph princess.”

“Word can get out fast, Your Highness.”

“For certain? Perhaps you shouldn’t say it with such a straight face as you bear the sigil of your kingdom.” Jimin saw his fingers twitch towards the band he wore around his wrist. He had his suspicions and they were only further verified when they worked together to get you off the pole. 

“Right… A pleasure to meet you, brother-in-law. I just hoped that it would have been under better circumstances.” Helia leaves him on top of the stairs. 

Jimin sighed and collected the remaining bedrolls, giving them out. 

“It’s not much but I hope they last enough for the night.”

“No worries, Prince. I think it’s best if you focus on your mate.”

Jimin nodded to the man, leaving him to talk with the rest of the others about scheduling rounds to guard the place. 

Slipping into the bedroll, Jimin huddled you close, falling asleep to your soft sighs. 

The hunt was not successful. 

The men were not able to bring much back and rations were small but no one minded. Hitting midday, everybody was well-rested enough and mounted their horses. With Jimin leading, everybody followed him as they trotted back to the city. 

“Those who directly work with my family will follow me back to the palace. The rest of you, go home to your families and get a rest. The plan starts tomorrow. I hope to see all of you in the square in two days.” 

Their ways separated before the walls of the kingdom, horses going in the directions their riders urge. Cradling your back, Jimin urges his horse at a faster pace. The guards and knights easily kept up with him. 

As soon as they entered the palace, Jimin headed over to his tower. 

“We need to act fast, holding off for a bath wouldn’t -”

“You are in your nightgown and we smell like mud, darling. I do not think my father would like it if we drip all over his precious rug.” Those mischievous eyes turned to you. “Plus, who said that bathing means relaxing? We could use the time to discuss our next best move. Or it would do well for an exercise as well.”

“No.” 

You hastily dismounted his horse as you sprinted up the stairs, playing a game of catch. And Jimin knew that. 

So he let you have your head start as he slowly walked up. Just as you closed the door and thought that it was safe, you didn’t realise that Jimin was already inside before you were. 

“Gotcha.”

You squealed as he tickled your sides, freezing up the spot you stood on. Carrying you to the bathroom, Jimin filled up the tub with warm water and bubbles. 

Morning came too soon as the days passed. 

Standing in the middle of the stage, head held high, Jimin started his speech. He wanted the people - his people - to know that not all hope of the past was lost. Connections will most certainly be hard at first and change is difficult. But if there was no change, there would be no future with the constant battles. Condemning the nymphs to their fates will only harm the land and completely throw off the balance. 

“The reign of fear is over. The reign of pain and waiting is over. We will do something, we will stop this war.” Jimin’s voice rang loud in the clearing. “Change isn’t easy, I understand. But hope and determination can drive us further and override these feelings. They are by no means irrelevant. Everything you feel is normal. But change is a necessity if we want to live. Life and survival are different. If we wish to live, we first need to ensure that we can survive.” Jimin splayed his hands out in the direction of what was once your kingdom and home. “And we cannot survive without the equal balance.”

Galloping and shouts could be heard as he spotted his father’s horse coming closer. Stomping off his horse, Jimin stood his ground as his father fumed in front of him. Not much taller than his father, Jimin felt the need to straighten his back and stand to his full height. 

“This little rebelling has gone far enough! Return!” His father signalled his guards to bring forth the terror. 

Jimin summoned a portion of his powers out, creating a barrier around the people. 

“No father. The people - our people - people have spoken. They want a change and it starts today. No more forceful taking, no more harming the innocent. We rule with loyalty, not fear.”

“You will never understand. People will only listen if they feel -”

“No. It stops today. No more. People of Lyrin,” Jimin turned to face the crowd, voice projecting loudly. “Today we stop this war. Our past, present, and future - our peace - depends on us. No more separation of families, no more hiding from one’s true self. We were one and we will be one - faes and nymphs. For peace, do you follow?”

“For peace, we follow! For peace, we follow!”

Jimin turned to you, hands raised up as he smiled towards you. Even with the setting sun shining directly at him, you were the brightest sun he had and he could gratefully bask in there for however long you allowed him to. 

He does not wish to waste a single second if he ever could. 

For peace, we follow.

So What? | MYG | Epligoue

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: 635

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

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“Min Ji Sung!” You chased after your son. “I said stop running and put on your pants!”

Giggling could be heard as your son tried climbing up the stairs. Still too young to move up fast, you easily caught him at the bottom of the stairs and pulled up his pants. “Do not run around the house without clothes. People can see your butt.” 

All the cheeky little boy did was wiggle his butt, tail wagging as he pistoned up the stairs on all four - only to be caught by Yoongi. His loud giggles rang clearly throughout the house as Yoongi ambushed him with belly tickles. 

“You gonna listen to your mommy now?” Yoongi continued tickling him until he was short of breath from laughing. Yoongi got up and walked over to you, leaving your son on the ground to catch his breath. 

Placing his hands on your six-month-old pregnant belly, Yoongi kissed your lips. “Hey, Jagiya.”

You smiled against his lips. Just then, Ji Sung clutched onto your legs. “No kissing! Mine!”

Yoongi looked at him, offended. “What? Before you is me! Your mom is mine, not yours. You’ll find yours when you’re old enough.”

Ji Sung wildly shook his head, soft cat ears flapping with the direction. “No! Mine!”

Yoongi pouted, looking at you. You - on the other hand - were trying to control your laughter looking at the two males in the family having a catfight. 

“Don’t drag me into this now.” You laughed and picked Ji Sung up, propping him on your non-existent hips. 

“Come on, let’s go or we’ll be late to the party.” You held Yoongi’s hand, walking down the stairs. 

Yoongi took Ji Sung from you and strapped him into the car seat, ensuring that his tail wouldn’t be squashed as he lay back. Patting his head, Yoongi left your son to help you pack the diaper bag in the trunk. 

Yoongi drove to the destination of Jimin’s house, listening to Ji Sung’s soft snores and you cooing at him. Yoongi was so focused on the both of you that when your hands came in contact with his ears, he jolted. 

“What got you so deep in thought, love?” You smiled at his lack of response. 

But now, all Yoongi saw was an angel. You looked like the purest thing on Earth, the best thing that ever came into his life. You were glowing and Yoongi basked in it. A tear slid down his cheeks and you grew worried.

“Yoongs,” You stroked his ears. 

Yoongi wiped away the tears, pulling the car into the parking lot of Jimin’s house and instantly bringing your face to his. 

“Nothing’s wrong, Jagiya.” He sniffled. “I just… got an epiphany.”

You chuckled at his choice of words. Yoongi was never one to use big words. “Oh really?”

“Yeah really.” Yoongi nodded, his signature gummy smile on show. 

“Care to share what it was about?”

“You.”

You rolled your eyes. “Come on now, Yoongi. We’ve been married for years.” 

Thanks to the change of laws, hybrids are now better taken care of. However, society’s views can only change with time. 

Yoongi laughed softly. “I am allowed to bask in your light.”

“So cheesy.” You teased, dragging your hair through his hair and rubbing his ears, causing a purr to emit out of him. 

“You made me so.” Yoongi placed your foreheads together. “And I love you, more than words can ever describe. You are my stars, giving me so many reasons to live and so much light to sleep on.”

You smiled at him. 

Oh, of course, you love him. But if words were never a thing, you would show him. And that is exactly what you did as you pressed your lips against his, giving him the answer of eternity. 

Breaking Bonds | PJM | Chapter 2

Pair: Fae Jimin x Nymph reader 

Summary: Stripped from your own birthright, you suffer at the hands of your people. But after all, you couldn’t blame them. Having enough, you left in the middle of the snowy days but things didn’t go as you planned. Jimin, pulled by an unspeakable force, ventures out into the blizzard to find a body face-first on the ground. Your love and connection is forbidden - looked down upon. But the both of you are willing to try. However, where there are dreams there are prices to pay. How will the both of you push through? Can the both of you do it?

Genre: Strangers to lovers, fantasy au, Jimin is the CROWN PRINCE (I mean-), angst, kidnapping, smut

A/N: AHEM - 👀 that's all the warning I'll give HAHA

WC: 3774

Heartbroken was truly not the right word to use while describing Jimin’s current state. 

He went around his duties like a ghost, refusing to sleep in any other place than your room even if it was freezing cold to him, and cried himself to sleep almost every other night. 

Hurt. 

He was hurt. 

Jimin could understand why you chose to leave. After all, he read your note. He knew he understood your intentions but he tried. He had hoped that you wouldn’t. His mother was barely in the picture, preferring her group of ladies rather than staying in his quarters and having some bonding. She was almost a non-existent figure in his childhood life. It was only when he started taking up his duties during adolescence, did she appeared more. 

His father and grandfather were always too busy fighting on the battlefield and when his father finally came home, Jimin was disregarded like an old rag doll. With the King in perfect condition, the young and naive Crown Prince was no longer being held at the throat for possibly taking over the throne. 

The only parent figures he had were the maids and servants in the castle. When he was young, they would sneak some snacks for him before bedtime and they would eat together as they watched the night sky. More times than not, stories would be told then. During his adolescence, some of the councillors would give him extra help for his homework. They would teach him the laws and ways of the kingdom not by books, but by actions. 

During seasonal festivals, the servants would always pair up with an undercover guard to bring him out of the castle - even if it is just for a few hours - and let him explore what would be his when he ascends. 

Jimin is forever grateful to those who took care of him growing up, some of them barely eighteen years old. But he had always craved a different sort of intimacy. Nobody could replace the absence of his parents but as Jimin grew older, he had wished that he would find the one for him so that he could shower them with as much love and care as the servants had for him. 

But as he came of age and after so many years of mindless finding, Jimin had started to give up until he found you, lying face first in the snow. He was drawn by an unspeakable force to venture into the depths of the forest that day. He was in the middle of his afternoon duties when he looked out into the vast snow and felt it. 

Jimin had initially wanted to ignore it but it got stronger the more time passed. So he went to the stables and settled his horse, trotting the both of them in an unknown mark. He observed where he was going, of course - southeast, with little turns and ups and downs. 

Until he saw your body on the ground. 

His heart stopped. 

That day, he figured out a new type of fear - One that was bone-chilling. 

He ran back to the castle and summoned as many well-known physicians as he could. And while you were bedridden, he carefully nursed you back to health, feeding you morsels of the forest that were saved in the kitchen. He picked out the rarest fruits and collected enchanted waters from the streams up ahead to bathe you. 

The both of you had grown a lot closer in those times, conversations revealing a shared desire for peace and unity between both your kingdoms. He kept you farthest away from his parents, and while nobody in the kingdom was oblivious to you being protected in the walls of the castle, they were of your connection. 

His people knew that he always had a soft spot for nymphs - just like he has for many other things. But fearing for your life, Jimin dared not share the connection he learned - a sacred bond of both the heart and the soul. He knew that you could feel it as well, many times preferring to lay on him rather than beside him. 

But history had to dictate that nymphs and faes were eternal enemies, their alliance forbidden. 

And the unexplainable feeling that coursed through his body when you left him - left him feeling completely… shattered. 

You weren’t certain which direction you were going.

You were never good with directions.  

Even worse without a compass, you walked on foot until it turned dark. 

You knew that you had to find shelter soon or the possibility of you being eaten in the middle of the night by some rouge animal would probably be higher than whatever tree you were resting on. Turning back, you decided that the cave behind the waterfall you had found was probably the best bet. 

A loud howl spurred you on, warning you of the troubles in the woods. As carefully as you could, you ran back in the direction of the waterfall. But you were running for more than fifteen minutes and you were sure that the waterfall was not more than a seven-minute walk away. You could still hear the sounds of the rushing water before you started but now, you couldn’t hear a thing. 

Stopping in your tracks, you panted hard, hands on your knees as you fought to catch your breath. In the snowy weather of the continent, there resides the deathly ghost leopards. They hunt when the sun sets, white fur easily blending into the snow of the surroundings. They are so silent that even your pointed ears cannot hear a thing. The only time you know that you are staring at it is when you look into their green eyes, glowing in the dark. 

When you were younger, your parents would always use the story of ghost leopards eating you up if you ventured into their territory to ensure you stayed in during the night. Now you truly wished you had just stayed at the waterfall when you had first found it. Because staring into the glowing eyes was not how you wanted your life to end. 

Your head bowed down as you cowered. Ghost leopards know no bounds on magic. 

They are known as the Balancers. These specific animals and plants are almost human-like, where they are not mystical beings nor are they completely mortal. They balance out the good and evil. But they too, have their seasons. Within the caps of the snowy mountains resides one of these.

Ghost leopards hail from the same element you came from but you were from two different sides of the coin. And while some nymphs have snow leopards as their spiritual partners, the both of you did not get along. 

“I’m sorry, I’ll just… leave.” You slowly backed away, keeping your attention trained on the ground. “Please just don’t eat me.”

But life wasn’t on your side it seems. 

The leopard in front of you leapt, precisely knocking you down as a shriek exploded out of you. You fought for your life as gigantic teeth clamped down on your arm and large paws scratched at your back. You started to fade out when the clashing of swords and hushed voices was the last thing you heard.

Jimin looked out of the window in his office. He felt a sense of gut-wrenching ache to go into the depths of the forest, much similar to the feeling the day he found you. But he knew you wanted nothing to do with him and therefore, brushed it off as his overprotective and clingy feelings. 

Softly sighing, he ran his hand through his hair and closed the curtains, turning to the bed. Your scent was slowly wafting out of the room and even your pillow, being the most heavily scented item, was starting to fade. Still, Jimin snuggled into the pillow, bringing it to his nose and letting your scent calm him down. 

It wasn’t until late in the night that the night shift guards returned, causing a much louder ruckus downstairs. It was shouting and clashing that Jimin woke up to. Squinting at the grandfather clock, Jimin registered that he had only slept no more than four hours. Groaning, he flipped himself onto his stomach and tugged the quilt higher. 

But it was the prolonged yellings that finally dragged him out of bed. He had half a piece of mind to go down and reprimand them for making so much noise, so late in the night. Jimin had put together that they were probably celebrating a big catch that the night shift must have brought back from their rounds. 

Just as he was tugging on his tunic, a guard, hands bloodied and face pale barged in. Jimin was immediately awake. Perhaps he thought wrong? 

Instinctively, he grabbed his sword that he had left leaning against the wall when the guard went, “Highness, there is no need. No monster is in sight.” Jimin was confused. If there was no killing needed, why are his hands full of blood?

“You are needed at the infirmary, Your Highness.”

Jimin didn’t put down his sword and walked out of the room. The guard followed him closely behind, footsteps rushed as the both of them headed down. Jimin should have been more alert, should have better sniffed around at the man to gain some inkling of what is going on because he was not ready to have another sight of you on the hospital bed. You looked like you were bleeding from every inch of your body, blood covering your arms and hair. 

His physicians were trying their best to staunch the bleeding but Jimin could just hear it. It wouldn’t stop. The wounds were to deep. 

“Who-” Oh, he was beyond furious. He would kill anybody who hurts you and his primal urges are urging him on a hunt right now. 

“It was a ghost leopard, Your Highness.” The same guard who led him over said. “We heard screams and ran over but the leopard already had its fangs down.”

Jimin loves animals but he would truly like the skin that leopard dry. 

Taking deep breaths, Jimin pushed a few physicians aside, commanding his powers forward. Small wisps of flames licked up your arms as they went in and out of you, before sealing your wounds. Your body was tense and twitching throughout the time. Jimin could only imagine what it is like for you. He was fire and you were ice. The polar opposites. 

As Jimin stepped back, he let the physicians fret over you once again. He never thought that he would have to see you lifeless on the bed, again. The first time had broken his heart so much he refused to move from his spot, worried that you would wake up the moment he leaves and there would be nobody beside you. The maids had finally convinced him to take care if himself when his father called him over for a council meeting at the main palace. He made it back just in time before you woke up. If he had been any later, you would have probably screamed bloody murder by then or jumped out the window, forever never making an appearance. 

But the worst of it was always seeing you on the bed, lying there, unmoving. And now that he has experienced your bubbly nature, it felt even more heartbreaking. His brows pinched as if they couldn’t stand the silence between the both of you. You were always saying something, always teasing him - and although he gets irritated, he would never dare say he didn’t like it one bit. 

Jimin felt like the whole tortuous process had started once again, waiting for any sign of response from you. Luckily, this time, it took you no more than two days before surfacing. Jimin was dead asleep when you had awoken and he had no idea until you had shaken him awake. 

“Jimin… Jimin.”

His brows furrowed. Why do people never let him sleep?

“Jimin.” He felt soft hands caress down his cheeks and he puffed them, turning to snuggle deeper into the pillow. Light laughter broke him out of his sleep-deprived state. It was a laughter he hadn’t heard in a while and your rings felt like absolutely harmony on his ears. 

His eyes shot open only to stare back at your frosty blue ones. Unbelieving, he pinched himself, wincing at the pain that shot up his arm. “Ouch…”

Your hand landed on his biceps with a smack. “Why would you pinch yourself, dummy?”

“I’m truly not dreaming?” He saw your brows furrow. “Truly?”

Your smile turned sad as the light left your eyes. “I’m sorry.” You got up into a sitting potion, hands dropping into your lap as you wrung the quilt between them. 

Jimin didn’t dare to probe the thin string between the both of you, allowing you space to speak. 

“I’m sorry. I know - It’s just that you deserve better and our bond will always be looked down on. I wanted to give you a better life rather than having to constantly hide and step on eggshells around the council and your family. Your kingdom is already unhappy as it is, I did not want to create more problems.” You hang your head, bearing your neck to him. But this is not Jimin. 

Jimin does not want you to feel like it is a necessity to apologise to him. He understood your train of thought and Jimin didn’t want you to be the one making all the decisions for him. 

“I just - I thought that it would have been better for you if I left and -”

Jimin tilted your head upwards, staring deep into your eyes. “What is good for me is a decision I choose to make for myself. And I choose you. For better or for worse, through thick and thin, I choose you. I do not need you, but I want you.”

Jimin searched your eyes for any form of discomfort before asking, “Do you want this?”

Silence followed the both of you and Jimin felt his airway close up. 

It couldn’t have been more than a few seconds but it easily felt like minutes. But Jimin kept silent - gave you space to think, to feel. Until your eyes cleared up and your voice was solid when you answered, “Yes. I want this.” 

Jimin’s breath got knocked out of him for the umpteenth time in the past few days. 

“Then it is this you will get.” Jimin brought your hands together, linking your pinkies as a promise. “We will be part no longer. I will not hide you or our relationship. I am yours.”

You nodded back at him. “I am yours.”

Jimin brought his palm to your cheek and moved closer. At a hair’s breadth away, Jimin stopped. “Are you sure?” He didn’t want to put you through anything you didn’t want but he has truly waited a long time for this. 

It was within a moment that he felt your lips on his. 

It was a tangle of limbs from then on. Nobody knew where it started and where it stopped. 

The bedroom door closed and only a small opening was left on the windows to allow some form of ventilation. Silent as it was, the servants and whatever guards who were not on duty were all sleeping.

You bit your fisted palm as you threw your head back and writhed around. But it was difficult when his very touch ignited a type of fire within you, dragging pleasure through your skin. 

“Mine. You’re all mine.” Jimin whispers into the night. Your hips instinctively pushed up, grinding against his length. 

“Please, please.” You begged, feeling your senses beginning to blur. You needed him close.

Jimin let you go, unbinding his hands from yours and sat up, stripping himself of his clothes. Without any form of restrictions, you reached for him, hands gliding down his toned body. You have never seen more than what was above and it was safe to say, you were thoroughly satisfied just from staring. 

Jimin remained upright, allowing you to explore his body as he did with yours. Your taste still lingered on the edges of his lips as he licked it, savouring the remains. Your hands glided over his body - fingers, palms, and lips. He watched as you traced every outline with that shiny look in your eyes. 

You took extra notice of the spots that he was most sensitive to - constantly arching his back, neck exposed. 

Jimin felt himself weaken in pleasure as you proceeded to lie over his body and worship his aching length. At this point, half of his rational brain was denying that he had never done this before but the other half of him was passed out from the pleasure. Just the moment your mouth engulfed his length, he was done for. 

“Oh, Jimin… God -” Your moans reverberated around, causing him to grip the sheets to find some slip of control. You abandoned his length and moved down to his heavy balls, hand remaining to jerk him off. He was so wet already, pulsating in your hand. 

“Ah - Oh, Y/N, it feels so good, ah.” Jimin moaned, face scrunching up from the force of keeping himself intact. “Ah, Y/N…”

It wasn’t long since you had gone down on him but Jimin was already grasping at the sheets, pulling them off the edges as he fought for his breath. He never knew this type of hunger from you but hell - who was he to complain? 

“Y/N - Ah - Slow down, please.” Jimin’s voice was hoarse, the pace of breathing ruined. His eyes were glassy as they looked down at you, completely blown out. Your hunger was well taken but Jimin felt oversensitive. 

But the wicked gleam in your eyes that Jimin had learned to learn was not a good thing, made him gulp. His begs have the opposite effect on you and instead of giving him a break as you took him back into your mouth. You took him down as far as you could go, hitting the back of your throat as his groomed hair tickled your nose. 

“Ah - No, I -” He throbbed in your mouth. God, he was big and you could feel him pulsating. 

Jimin whimpered and threw his hand over his mouth, trying to muffle the next loud moan that threatened to escape him. He struggled to leave your wet warmth but your sharp nails had forced his hips back down onto the bed and worked him into overdrive. Throwing his head backwards onto the pillows, Jimin squeezed his eyes shut as pleasure coursed through him. He was already lying down but he felt his knees tremble and buckle, growing tense and lax at the same time in your hold. 

As he whimpers his pleas for a break as you push him into oversensitivity, you slip off his length and kiss at the hard planes of his abdomen. Its strong structure rippled under your lips as you watched Jimin fight for air.

“God, I’ll have you for breakfast every day.” You moaned, drawing patterns with your tongue over his lower abs, occasionally dipping lower. You were not too far behind your mate. Panting and gasping for air, you look up at him with love-drunk eyes. 

Jimin swallowed heavily of whatever saliva there was left in his system - which was essentially, close to none - and met your gaze. Your blown-out eyes and messy hair - everything about you, captured his attention. 

God, you looked so pretty with his cum staining the sides of your lips. 

Jimin grabs your face and pulls you up onto the bed, meeting your lips halfway with a kiss. He thought he couldn’t get any happier but oh, how wrong was he. As your tongues tangled, playing a game of push and pull, he feasted on his lingering taste on your lips. 

Carefully, he positioned you on the bed, ensuring that your arm would not be in a compromised position. And a few seconds later, the remaining of your clothes had found itself on the floor, in a pile, beside Jimin’s own set. As he kissed you passionately, his length breached your walls as he rocked his hips into you in a desperate rhythm. 

If it wasn’t that his lodgings were the farthest from the main palace, the servants and guards would have heard the both of you by now. But even so, Jimin’s kisses kept you silent for most of the time and you dared not complain. 

As the both of you lay in bed, hands playfully caressing each other, you bathed in the presence of peace. And beneath the stream of moonlight that shone into the room, Jimin curled a tendril of your frosty hair, murmuring, “Y/N, I cannot change the past but I can change the future. For us, for our future, I promise you that I will try.” He brought his lips to your head. “We will rewrite the history of our kind. Love, not hatred, that connects us once again.”

Tears filled your eyes as you snuggled deeper into his hold, “I truly hope to believe that, Jimin.”

“We will try. We will look forward, not back, and try.” For the night, Jimin brought his arms around you as if to protect you from any other sources. “What’s mine is yours, and so your burdens are no longer just yours to bear. We have each other now.”

But peace, was a distant dream - and love, came with a heavy price. The court had already long figured out the connection between you and Jimin. Outraged by the fact that their Prince would choose a bond that was forbidden - an abomination in the eyes of history. The council feared the alliance of fae and nymph, for they were the ones who urged the breaking in the first place. And now, three generations later, they see it as a threat to their power.