So What? | MYG | Chapter13

So What? | MYG | Chapter 13

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: 2.2K

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

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You thought that constantly moving your body - or doing something - would take your mind off the elephant in there. But it doesn’t. You were trained to multi-task, your brain was trained to move miles per hour and it used to be one of your favourite traits. Now, you absolutely hated it. 

You didn’t know if Yoongi was coming back or if he was completely out of your life. No matter how hard you try to distract yourself, your brain circles back to him. You just couldn’t seem to forget the one thing you don’t want to remember. 

It was infuriating. 

The very fact that your own body would betray you like that. Your rest was ripped from you. 

You have cleaned the house from top to bottom, not a single dust in sight. From vacuuming the floor to wiping the tiny edges around the corners, washing sheets and curtains to cleaning the windows and grills. The only room you didn’t dare to touch was his room. You cleaned the floor but did not wash the sheets. You left the cat stuffy on the bed, still lying on the bed, belly up. You had spent the most time in that room. It hurts to see what belonged to him still lying around when his very own presence was not around. 

It sure was not easy to forget someone who doesn’t want you to. 

You were not certain about what had happened after the lawsuit and all Namjoonw told you was, “Yoongi is doing okay.” You didn’t quite know how popular he had gotten until Seokjin had rushed over in the afternoon to check on you. He had slipped that Yoongi giving talks on speaking up for oneself on hybrid platforms. 

Call you stupid for making yourself remember the very person you want to forget. Yet, you were here, lying on the sofa, scrolling through the comments on the latest magazines. 

You had realised that Lillianne and Seokjin came out with some sort of schedule to check on you and as much as you claimed that you were more than capable of taking care of yourself, you were grateful for the company you had. Seokjin had originally banned you from work, wanting you to take some time off and process the lawsuit. But you had done all that you could do in the house and sat in a bundle of blankets most of the time, you begged him to let you come back. 

No, supposedly one wouldn’t call it begging. But it is his company after all and you could only work if you turned up. So you did. Turned up one of the days and clocked in. You worked until Seokjin figured out that you were not home and went down to the shop. You had expected him to be furious but all your brother did was sigh and sat at one of the benches to continue his work. 

But the distraction at work could only last so long. 

When you get home, aching body, you still lay in bed to scroll through your social media platforms. While you had your fair share of time online before you took Yoongi in, you didn’t need much of it. You’d rather spend more time with him than spend time scrolling mindlessly on that little device. 

Seokjin had dropped you off that night, reminding you to take care of yourself. Namjoon had called you a few hours after the lawsuit, telling you that the process of finalizing was going to take more time than expected due to its further complications behind the doors. Jimin and Ji-Hye had called you occasionally to check up on you. Hoseok called to keep you as updated as possible. 

Not that it made anything easier for you of course. Ending things on a bad note is not the way you like to have things. You wanted to have some time with Yoongi, to express yourself and apologise to him. But Namjoon told you that it was better to not be seen with him for the time being as people may take it the wrong way and see it as you hurting him. 

“You gotta remember that he is no longer under your care. People would take it that you want him back and now it is a sensitive topic with the facility abuse he has gotten. People might think that you are no different from his previous owners and you will get yourself in further trouble that way.”

That day the fight occurred, Yoongi had made it extremely clear to you that he didn’t want you - as a mate or an owner. These thoughts circled you, constantly hovering over like a dark cloud. It was essentially living in your mind rent-free. 

Trying to keep yourself as updated as possible on the process of finalisation, you were constantly slapped with how well Yoongi was doing. Hunting Namjoon for some slick of information also came in useless. He does not even give you so much of a hint as to what is coming next.

But Hoseok had called a few hours ago during your dinner break, informing you that Yoongi’s tracker is located at Jimin’s house. At that moment, you wanted to barge in and demand why the Parks didn’t let you know. But you restrained yourself. If Yoongi felt that their house was a safer space, he was free to stay and you did not want to intrude in his space any further.

But it was a frazzled Jimin who reached out to you just as you were about to head to bed, that ticked off a box in your head. 

They didn’t know he was coming either. 

“Y/N! Oh god, finally! I have been trying to reach you for ages! I even called Seokjin but he said he didn’t know where you were!” Jimin screeched. “Are you okay? Home? Safe?”

“I'm fine, Jimin. I was at work so I didn’t manage to pick up the phone.”

Oh, Seokjin definitely knew where you were. You rolled your eyes. At least he saved your ass from crying at work. 

“Yoongi - He, he is over at my house. I just wanted to let you know.”

You sighed. “Yeah… Hoseok managed to reach me during my break time and informed me about the situation.”

“Oh.”

The silence through the phone was uncomfortable. 

“Well, I’ll talk some sense into him. I promise.”

“Jimin, don’t.” You held out your hand in front of you like he could see it. “Just - Just leave him be. If he wished to come back, he’d come back. If he doesn’t, he doesn’t. I will not force him and be a tethering burden to him anymore.”

“You’re not a burden!” 

“But Yoongi might feel that way. Opinions can be easily changed. Just leave him be.”

You were so close to crying. The very fact that Yoongi doesn’t want to come home has already pushed you to exhaustion. You didn’t even know if he chose to remain with you or to be a free hybrid. The choices of the lawsuit stayed fresh in your mind, plaguing both your consciousness and subconsciousness.

“Okay.”

Jimin swore he said okay but he wouldn’t be okay. 

He was a man of his word and he hated to go back on any of his promises. But this time, he would. He would not sit and watch you and Yoongi grow further apart, yearning for each other but never trying because of the lack of communication. 

But he could understand why it turned out like this. When he told Ji-Hye that he was a hybrid, and showed her, he was so afraid that she would leave him. And when she told him that she needed some time to think again, Jimin was absolutely crushed. 

He felt like his whole world had crumbled beneath his feet. 

But he couldn’t stay away from his mate for a very long time. He tried to gain back her affection but what he didn’t know then was that Ji-Hye never did lose any love for him. They had a - luckily - happy ending. Not all the time do humans and hybrids come together. And he could see - as clear as day - that the both of you loved the other deeply. 

So much so that you made up assumptions about the other and caused pain. 

Jimin put down the phone and sighed. 

Fluffing up his hair, he got up from the comfy confinements of his bed and headed over to Yoongi’s. No, he would not stand around idly and watch the show. 

Knocking his knuckles against the door of the guest room, he heard a muffled “Come in”. Slowly opening the door, he spotted Yoongi at the edge of the room, curled up with multiple blankets on top of him. 

“Is the bed not comfortable?”

Yoongi shook his head. “I just got used to sleeping beside Y/N and the bed feel big right now. If you don’t mind, I’ll sleep on the floor instead.”

Jimin nodded. He understood how he felt. The house always felt lonely when Ji-Hye was overseas or working the night shifts. 

“I just wanted to talk to you about something. It -”

“If it’s anything about Y/N, I don’t want to hear it.”

(Well, you certainly can hear a pin drop after that.)

“It hurts as much as it is already. Stop. Everybody is telling me about Y/N, Y/N. What you guys don’t understand is that I have already lost her. I hurt her. The one person who showed me the world. So I’m trying to give her space - because I know that if I go back, I’ll be kicked out immediately. I just want to savour it for now.” Jimin’s heart clenched at the way the cat hybrid sniffled in the jacket. “Y/N doesn’t want a bad kitty and I’ve been a horrible one. So just leave me alone. Please.”

By now, tears were streaming down Yoongi’s face non-stop. 

Jimin knows that it is important for people to cry - that it is a way of expression. And by no means does he want to stop Yoongi from doing so. But he needed to clear the air even if it meant so. 

“Yoongi.” He called out the cat’s name and only when he saw no resistance, ears tilting in his direction, did he continue. “Y/N-” Jimin’s throat closed up. He knew there were a few ways that this conversation would go and he was hoping for better options. “Y/N would love you home.”

“That’s not true. Y/N doesn’t want a bad kitty.” The way the last two words rolled off Yoongi’s tongue felt venomous to him. 

“Yoongi, Y/N would rather you be home with her than on the streets. That girl loves you so much you have no idea. And I’m sure you love her the same. The both of you are trying to give each other space but right now, space is not what you need. The both of you need to work it out - to understand each other.”

“You are hurting and so is she. Being away from each other isn’t helping the case either. Y/N does not know whether you have chosen to stay or leave. No information was put out and due to the NDA, even Namjoon and Hoseok are not allowed to talk about it. Her heart hurts every day. She is not given the news and only if you had chosen the option of becoming a free hybrid, she would receive termination papers.”

At this, Yoongi shot up, the blankets around him falling onto the floor. His red-rimmed eyes puffed up even more as his lips wobbled, an indication of another waterfall. “But - But - I didn’t choose that!” Yoongi bawled into his hands. “I chose to stay! I swear, I swear!”

All Jimin wanted to do was to bring Yoongi in for a hug but he knew he needed to stand firm for now. Balling his hands into fists at his side, Jimin continued. “She has not received the papers and she hopes to never. But it is the anxiety of it being at her doorstep every day that is starting to wear her down.”

The sound of crying and whining echoed in the room. 

Sighing, Jimin walked over to Yoongi, bringing his arms over the man and pulling him in for a hug. The both of them swayed side to side until Yoongi’s cries subsided to sniffles. Short and harsh, he was still trying to catch his breath. 

Jimin pulled away, earning a stumble from Yoongi. “Go talk to Y/N, Yoongi. Trust me, she wants nothing more than you in her arms, back home all snuggled up.”

Yoongi only turned back and walked towards the bunch of blankets, starting the process of wrapping them around himself again. Jimin sighed softly and left the room, turning off the lights. Only as he closed the door, did he hear Yoongi say, “I’ll think about it.”

So What? | MYG | Chapter 9

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: 1.7K

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

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A month after the fever incident, you and Yoongi grew closer to each other. Having ups and downs, he was always there for you and you tried to be there for him. The problem is, sometimes you were the one who put him down. 

Coming the Christmas season, you were going to make your famous sandwich macaroons. Why are they called that? Cause they’re literally sandwich huge and they don’t just hold icing in-between. This is the first Christmas you are having with Yoongi and you hope to make it as memorable for him as possible. 

You wake up early in the morning to prepare the ingredients needed and breakfast. When Yoongi came out of your bedroom, holding his cat stuffy by the paw, you couldn’t help but coo at him. His hair was dishevelled and his clothes rumbled, with a deep pout on his lips. 

“Have some breakfast, Yoongi.” You pointed to the plate on the coffee table in the living room. The television was on, currently showing the news. You knew Lils would come over to help you with your macaroons but you wanted to get the meringue done before her arrival. 

That was your plan and you don’t know how it went so haywire to both you and Yoongi standing in the middle of the kitchen, covered in flour and Hoseok laughing so hard he’s on the ground. 

“No! Don’t-” You weren’t fast enough to stop Yoongi from licking the flour off his fingers, face immediately scrunching up. “Yeah, raw flour doesn’t taste nice.”

Yoongi was washing his tongue in the basin and Hoseok just couldn’t hold in another round of laughter. The doorcode chimed and Lils entered the house to directly see - “Oh this is gonna be good.” She smirked. - everybody covered in flour. 

The both of you chased the two males out of the kitchen, starting on the actual preparations for the Christmas food. Meringue is simple to make as long as you have a mixer. The problem is whether the meringue is overwhipped or underwhipped - more like overwhipped. The protein bonds of the meringue will over-tighten, causing it to become lumpy when mixed with flour. 

The both of you were baking 4 different colours of macaroons, 4 different flavours, and a total of 56 desserts. After all the meringue was placed on the table, Lils started to hold the ingredients together. You called Yoongi back into the kitchen, asking him for some help to cut and make the filling. You had him wash and cut the fruits, make the filling, and buy ice cream since you forgot. Coming back with a bag full of ice cream, Yoongi slowly placed them in the freezer, closely watching the first batch of macaroons in the oven. 

“How long are they going to take?” He asked.

Lils replied, “Not long. About another five more minutes they should be done.”

Yoongi nodded, walking over to you, and leaning over the side of the sink to figure out what you’re doing. “Just dishes, Yoon.” You held out a clean dish. “Wanna help?” Yoongi took it from your hands and began drying tube wet dishes placed on the now-clean countertop. 

Over the past month, you realised that sometimes Yoongi needed a little boost of confidence in himself. While he is slowly growing out of the shell he once curled into, occasionally he stood by your side, waiting for you to ask him instead of jumping to the job. 

You didn’t mind helping him. In fact, you were glad that he was healing. It was better than nothing and you were glad he is comfortable to stand beside you and ask for help. It was a long way the both of you have gotten from him hiding under your sofa and you were afraid of him and you were glad things are progressing. 

Once the dishes were done, the fourth batch was in too. Having a larger oven means more space and therefore, a faster process. You only use two racks, counting from the bottom. The top rack has always remained empty when baking macaroons to ensure that the top doesn’t brown. 

Lillianne was warming up the Nutella in the double boiler, having already finished a pack. “Anything else to do?” You looked around. Fruits were washed, dried, and cut so that was done; Nutella is what Lils is working on now, so there was no need to do them; and ice cream is store-bought, so there was no need to do anything but scoop them out once the macaroons are completed. 

“Well, the first two batches can come off the baking sheets already.” Lils pointed over to where she placed them with a spatula. 

“Okay.” You looked over to Yoongi. “Come on, I’ll show you how to take them out.” 

The both of you walked over to the baking sheets that were lined neatly on the cooling rack. You placed a finger under the sheets to test which ones are ready. Each batch is one colour, each sheet has seven, each colour has fourteen macaroon shells, and each flavour has seven giant macaroons. 

The turquoise and purple ones seemed to be the first batch, and leading Yoongi over, you showed him how to peel them off the baking sheet. “Just hold the end of the baking sheet and slowly pull. Then leave them on the baking sheet but we bring them over to the table so that we can free up the space of the cooling rack for the next batch. 

The both of you worked in silence, quickly finishing the task at hand. “Okay, so we have peppermint and vanilla,” pointing to the turquoise-coloured macaroons, “Raspberry and Nutella,” pointing over to the rose-coloured macaroons that were baking in the oven, “Nutella and vanilla,” pointing over to the last batch of macaroons on the cooling tray, “And lastly, lavender and vanilla.” pointing over to the purple-coloured macaroons. 

Yoongi nodded. You headed over to the freezer to get a tub of peppermint and vanilla ice cream. “Let’s get filling!” Yoongi retrieved the baking sheets and followed you over to the dining room. The both of you working in comfortable silence. Hoseok soon came in carrying a tray of ingredients, sitting down and giving you a hand as well. 

This was a normal tradition for your family. Usually, Seokjin would be here as well, but with the upcoming Christmas and sudden boost of business, he found himself extremely busy this term. You and Lils weren’t missing out on macaroons so the both of you took a day’s break, promising that you would be heading back to work tomorrow. 

Seokjin would probably come in the night as both of you are making cookies and wrapping gifts. 

Once all the macaroons are filled and stored, you take a break and cook a late lunch. 3 p.m. is considered a late lunch, right? As all of you sat in the dining room, Lils and you chatted about what type of cookies to do for this year while the boys were giving inputs. Hoseok absolutely loves peppermint chocolate and wants it for this year’s cookie treats. However, Yoongi prefers gingerbread and hazelnut as it suits the theme better. Both the boys soon got into a heated debate on which flavour would make it to the top charts of the 2023 Christmas Cookie Treats. 

One factor that Hoseok forgot, is that there are six different flavours of cookies every year. Lils and you left them quarrelling and continued to discuss. They can get it out of themselves later on. Lunch was soon over and the four of you started on the cookies - peppermint and chocolate, gingerbread and hazelnut, orange clove, salted caramel with choco chips, pumpkin and spice, and nutmeg and white choco chips. 

The process of baking cookies is much easier than macaroons. Soon, you’ve cleared up the space for the dinner that Seokjin brought. 

“What happens to the shop?” You asked.

“Nah, some of the part-timers are working there today and Jie-Ying has the key so I just left,” Seokjin told you with a mouth stuffed with food. You nodded. 

Dinner was just like lunch, just more chaotic now that you have Kim Seokjin in the room. Your loud, boisterous brother has his way of making life seem dull and bright at the same time. You rolled your eyes at the next dad joke he made. 

Honestly, you didn’t know how you managed to live with him all those years. Hoseok’s phone started ringing and he excused himself into the living room.

Hushed, frantic whispers could be heard as he walked out but everyone’s concern was soon blanketed over when Seokjin and Lils started quarrelling about who had the prettier face in the group. 

Hoseok came back in with a solemn face, sliding his phone into the pocket of his jacket. Everybody looked at him. 

“What?” 

His hair looked like he ran through it more times in that 15-minute phone call than the hours he spent baking today. 

“I have some news. You might want to swallow the food first.” Hoseok sighed and shifted a chair to sit on. “The Parks will be receiving a call soon as well.”

You looked at your friend. “Just spit it out, Hobi.”

Hoseok sighed. “Robbinson,” Yoongi stiffened at the name. “We found him. Now it is a matter of catching him. The Sky Team will be flying out in an hour and I will be flying with my own crew within a few hours.” Hosoek looked up with tired eyes. “When we catch him, we would need witnesses and testaments. The hybrids that are just out of the facility may be too scared to give one.” 

Hoseok kept silent for the next few seconds. “And?” You pressed. 

No answer. 

“Hoseok.” Seokjin’s voice was stern. “Just say it.”

He looked at Yoongi. “I understand the pressure of asking you this. Ultimately, it is your choice. However, I am asking you, not as an agent nor a friend, but as a citizen of the country, to be one of the witnesses and give your testament to the court.” 

The air in the room charged tenfold and within a matter of seconds, all hell broke loose.

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 | Teaser

You curled your fingertips, feeling the soft, silky sheets beneath them. Trying to view the room from your current position - lying flat on the bed with a head that feels as heavy as bricks - you were taken aback by the sheer language it screams. 

Royalty. 

From the materials beneath your body to the furniture displayed, the decorations and architecture of the room, they were all beyond your imagination. You had not stepped into such a room since the battle. As you looked around, you realised the room was not originally made to stay cold. The fireplace seemed to be covered in a layer of dust but the decorations on them were clean. 

And although you knew that this was not your room, the calming temperature felt just like home. But you had not been in a room like this for a very long time. Distantly, you heard the opening and closing of a door. Your eyes immediately shot in the direction of the sound just to find a man already standing beside the bed. 

You sink deeper into the sheets, holding in your sigh as you close your eyes. 

“Oh!” Your eyes shot open to see the man right in front of you. “Oh, you’re awake! Oh, finally! Wait - wait - let me call the physicians!”

The physicians fussed you back to bed and ran a thorough check of you, reporting back to the prince whenever they found something. Whether it was something healing or something that needs healing. Over the next few weeks, you realise how persistent and petty the prince can get. 

“I will lay the world down on your feet for you, please. Do not leave me.”

“My world is not one you can provide.” No, he couldn't. Your home was something of the past and now...

My world is you. 

And it is not something you can hope for.

So What? | MYG | Chapter 13

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: 2.2K

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

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You thought that constantly moving your body - or doing something - would take your mind off the elephant in there. But it doesn’t. You were trained to multi-task, your brain was trained to move miles per hour and it used to be one of your favourite traits. Now, you absolutely hated it. 

You didn’t know if Yoongi was coming back or if he was completely out of your life. No matter how hard you try to distract yourself, your brain circles back to him. You just couldn’t seem to forget the one thing you don’t want to remember. 

It was infuriating. 

The very fact that your own body would betray you like that. Your rest was ripped from you. 

You have cleaned the house from top to bottom, not a single dust in sight. From vacuuming the floor to wiping the tiny edges around the corners, washing sheets and curtains to cleaning the windows and grills. The only room you didn’t dare to touch was his room. You cleaned the floor but did not wash the sheets. You left the cat stuffy on the bed, still lying on the bed, belly up. You had spent the most time in that room. It hurts to see what belonged to him still lying around when his very own presence was not around. 

It sure was not easy to forget someone who doesn’t want you to. 

You were not certain about what had happened after the lawsuit and all Namjoonw told you was, “Yoongi is doing okay.” You didn’t quite know how popular he had gotten until Seokjin had rushed over in the afternoon to check on you. He had slipped that Yoongi giving talks on speaking up for oneself on hybrid platforms. 

Call you stupid for making yourself remember the very person you want to forget. Yet, you were here, lying on the sofa, scrolling through the comments on the latest magazines. 

You had realised that Lillianne and Seokjin came out with some sort of schedule to check on you and as much as you claimed that you were more than capable of taking care of yourself, you were grateful for the company you had. Seokjin had originally banned you from work, wanting you to take some time off and process the lawsuit. But you had done all that you could do in the house and sat in a bundle of blankets most of the time, you begged him to let you come back. 

No, supposedly one wouldn’t call it begging. But it is his company after all and you could only work if you turned up. So you did. Turned up one of the days and clocked in. You worked until Seokjin figured out that you were not home and went down to the shop. You had expected him to be furious but all your brother did was sigh and sat at one of the benches to continue his work. 

But the distraction at work could only last so long. 

When you get home, aching body, you still lay in bed to scroll through your social media platforms. While you had your fair share of time online before you took Yoongi in, you didn’t need much of it. You’d rather spend more time with him than spend time scrolling mindlessly on that little device. 

Seokjin had dropped you off that night, reminding you to take care of yourself. Namjoon had called you a few hours after the lawsuit, telling you that the process of finalizing was going to take more time than expected due to its further complications behind the doors. Jimin and Ji-Hye had called you occasionally to check up on you. Hoseok called to keep you as updated as possible. 

Not that it made anything easier for you of course. Ending things on a bad note is not the way you like to have things. You wanted to have some time with Yoongi, to express yourself and apologise to him. But Namjoon told you that it was better to not be seen with him for the time being as people may take it the wrong way and see it as you hurting him. 

“You gotta remember that he is no longer under your care. People would take it that you want him back and now it is a sensitive topic with the facility abuse he has gotten. People might think that you are no different from his previous owners and you will get yourself in further trouble that way.”

That day the fight occurred, Yoongi had made it extremely clear to you that he didn’t want you - as a mate or an owner. These thoughts circled you, constantly hovering over like a dark cloud. It was essentially living in your mind rent-free. 

Trying to keep yourself as updated as possible on the process of finalisation, you were constantly slapped with how well Yoongi was doing. Hunting Namjoon for some slick of information also came in useless. He does not even give you so much of a hint as to what is coming next.

But Hoseok had called a few hours ago during your dinner break, informing you that Yoongi’s tracker is located at Jimin’s house. At that moment, you wanted to barge in and demand why the Parks didn’t let you know. But you restrained yourself. If Yoongi felt that their house was a safer space, he was free to stay and you did not want to intrude in his space any further.

But it was a frazzled Jimin who reached out to you just as you were about to head to bed, that ticked off a box in your head. 

They didn’t know he was coming either. 

“Y/N! Oh god, finally! I have been trying to reach you for ages! I even called Seokjin but he said he didn’t know where you were!” Jimin screeched. “Are you okay? Home? Safe?”

“I'm fine, Jimin. I was at work so I didn’t manage to pick up the phone.”

Oh, Seokjin definitely knew where you were. You rolled your eyes. At least he saved your ass from crying at work. 

“Yoongi - He, he is over at my house. I just wanted to let you know.”

You sighed. “Yeah… Hoseok managed to reach me during my break time and informed me about the situation.”

“Oh.”

The silence through the phone was uncomfortable. 

“Well, I’ll talk some sense into him. I promise.”

“Jimin, don’t.” You held out your hand in front of you like he could see it. “Just - Just leave him be. If he wished to come back, he’d come back. If he doesn’t, he doesn’t. I will not force him and be a tethering burden to him anymore.”

“You’re not a burden!” 

“But Yoongi might feel that way. Opinions can be easily changed. Just leave him be.”

You were so close to crying. The very fact that Yoongi doesn’t want to come home has already pushed you to exhaustion. You didn’t even know if he chose to remain with you or to be a free hybrid. The choices of the lawsuit stayed fresh in your mind, plaguing both your consciousness and subconsciousness.

“Okay.”

Jimin swore he said okay but he wouldn’t be okay. 

He was a man of his word and he hated to go back on any of his promises. But this time, he would. He would not sit and watch you and Yoongi grow further apart, yearning for each other but never trying because of the lack of communication. 

But he could understand why it turned out like this. When he told Ji-Hye that he was a hybrid, and showed her, he was so afraid that she would leave him. And when she told him that she needed some time to think again, Jimin was absolutely crushed. 

He felt like his whole world had crumbled beneath his feet. 

But he couldn’t stay away from his mate for a very long time. He tried to gain back her affection but what he didn’t know then was that Ji-Hye never did lose any love for him. They had a - luckily - happy ending. Not all the time do humans and hybrids come together. And he could see - as clear as day - that the both of you loved the other deeply. 

So much so that you made up assumptions about the other and caused pain. 

Jimin put down the phone and sighed. 

Fluffing up his hair, he got up from the comfy confinements of his bed and headed over to Yoongi’s. No, he would not stand around idly and watch the show. 

Knocking his knuckles against the door of the guest room, he heard a muffled “Come in”. Slowly opening the door, he spotted Yoongi at the edge of the room, curled up with multiple blankets on top of him. 

“Is the bed not comfortable?”

Yoongi shook his head. “I just got used to sleeping beside Y/N and the bed feel big right now. If you don’t mind, I’ll sleep on the floor instead.”

Jimin nodded. He understood how he felt. The house always felt lonely when Ji-Hye was overseas or working the night shifts. 

“I just wanted to talk to you about something. It -”

“If it’s anything about Y/N, I don’t want to hear it.”

(Well, you certainly can hear a pin drop after that.)

“It hurts as much as it is already. Stop. Everybody is telling me about Y/N, Y/N. What you guys don’t understand is that I have already lost her. I hurt her. The one person who showed me the world. So I’m trying to give her space - because I know that if I go back, I’ll be kicked out immediately. I just want to savour it for now.” Jimin’s heart clenched at the way the cat hybrid sniffled in the jacket. “Y/N doesn’t want a bad kitty and I’ve been a horrible one. So just leave me alone. Please.”

By now, tears were streaming down Yoongi’s face non-stop. 

Jimin knows that it is important for people to cry - that it is a way of expression. And by no means does he want to stop Yoongi from doing so. But he needed to clear the air even if it meant so. 

“Yoongi.” He called out the cat’s name and only when he saw no resistance, ears tilting in his direction, did he continue. “Y/N-” Jimin’s throat closed up. He knew there were a few ways that this conversation would go and he was hoping for better options. “Y/N would love you home.”

“That’s not true. Y/N doesn’t want a bad kitty.” The way the last two words rolled off Yoongi’s tongue felt venomous to him. 

“Yoongi, Y/N would rather you be home with her than on the streets. That girl loves you so much you have no idea. And I’m sure you love her the same. The both of you are trying to give each other space but right now, space is not what you need. The both of you need to work it out - to understand each other.”

“You are hurting and so is she. Being away from each other isn’t helping the case either. Y/N does not know whether you have chosen to stay or leave. No information was put out and due to the NDA, even Namjoon and Hoseok are not allowed to talk about it. Her heart hurts every day. She is not given the news and only if you had chosen the option of becoming a free hybrid, she would receive termination papers.”

At this, Yoongi shot up, the blankets around him falling onto the floor. His red-rimmed eyes puffed up even more as his lips wobbled, an indication of another waterfall. “But - But - I didn’t choose that!” Yoongi bawled into his hands. “I chose to stay! I swear, I swear!”

All Jimin wanted to do was to bring Yoongi in for a hug but he knew he needed to stand firm for now. Balling his hands into fists at his side, Jimin continued. “She has not received the papers and she hopes to never. But it is the anxiety of it being at her doorstep every day that is starting to wear her down.”

The sound of crying and whining echoed in the room. 

Sighing, Jimin walked over to Yoongi, bringing his arms over the man and pulling him in for a hug. The both of them swayed side to side until Yoongi’s cries subsided to sniffles. Short and harsh, he was still trying to catch his breath. 

Jimin pulled away, earning a stumble from Yoongi. “Go talk to Y/N, Yoongi. Trust me, she wants nothing more than you in her arms, back home all snuggled up.”

Yoongi only turned back and walked towards the bunch of blankets, starting the process of wrapping them around himself again. Jimin sighed softly and left the room, turning off the lights. Only as he closed the door, did he hear Yoongi say, “I’ll think about it.”

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.