Tonight | KSJ | Chapter 4

Tonight | KSJ | Chapter 4

Pair: Seokjin x Hamster Hybrid Reader 

Summary: Dedicating his life to never having another person to count on, to be strong, Seokjin finds himself in the middle of an illegal fighting ring. The person he wanted to erase was just at his fingertips but he was slipping. No, he was leaving. He was accepting a change and he was afraid. 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au, detective, smut, abuse (sensitive topic)

Warnings: abuse, self-harm, self-degration, lots of lying and miscommunications

WC: 3.2K

As the both of you sat in the car with Seokjin in the driver’s seat this time, you couldn’t help but swoon over the taste of the pancakes this morning. They were sweet - unlike anything you had - soft like clouds, and oh-so-flavourful. They weren’t too strong for your stomach to digest and the fruits gave the pancakes a good balance. You were enjoying the feeling of the whipping cream and syrup too much at the table. 

Oh, but you couldn’t help yourself! You’ve never had anything like it!

You sunk further down into the seat, melting like whipping cream at room temperature. You heard a soft chuckle coming from your right and your eyes followed through, finding Mr. Park’s chocolate brown eyes staring back at you. They didn’t look sharp and malicious like the ones in the ring, nor did they look vicious and calculating like all your previous owners who had sold you off when your services were no longer needed. 

Mr. Park’s eyes looked… Soft. Careful. 

His actions were not like others you have encountered either. Usually, you were given tasks to complete immediately. No time for resting, no time for accommodating. The only good part is the first few months of silence. You are not usually beaten or used during that time. However, Mr. Park never asked anything from you. He fed you, bathed you, gave you a place to stay - and yet, he asked for nothing in return. You didn’t know to feel afraid or at ease. You’ve never had such an owner and you wanted to understand him better. To open up to him. 

But it was difficult. 

You still hadn’t recovered and you were not comfortable putting yourself in situations that made you feel like bolting to your room the next minute. Ever since learning of Mr. Park’s soft spot for his calico cat hybrid, you had wanted to know more about him. 

Only to find hints that it isn’t our silent best friend. 

Yes. Only for that reason. Only so. 

Maybe if you said it many times enough, you would convince yourself so. 

You saw the opening of the gantry gates and perked up from your seat. You’ve never been into a mall and today, Mr. Park has brought you to pick out your own collar and leash. You had decided to trust him - albeit too easily if one says so. But yet again, you’ve never picked out your own collar. You’ve always worn those heavy, metal collars - in place to ensure obedience during training and fighting. You’ve always been yanked and pushed, causing your neck to be constantly red. 

The moment you felt the car park, you unlocked your seat belt that Mr Park insisted you put on and jumped out of the car. You heard Mr. Park chuckle from inside the car as you looked around. You were underground, in the car park. Staring at all the cars in the area, a sleek-looking, holographic car caught your attention. It was a shiny surface and every time you moved, the sheet shone a different colour. 

You were completely mesmerised. 

But you were broken apart from your boggling when you heard Mr. Park call out to you. Hastily walking over to where he stood, you grabbed onto the sleeve of his coat and walked beside him. Taking the elevator into the mall was a whole new experience. There were so many strong scents - some natural, some artificial, and some with a heavy heap of perfume. Your nose crinkled as you fought off the urge to sneeze at the sudden bombarding of smell.

Your twitching must have alerted Mr. Park as he took out the cat stuffy and held it in front of you. Your eyes widened. Is it truly all right to bring… toys out? You carefully took the stuffed animal from Mr. Park’s hold, watching its movements and reactions. 

But nothing. 

It was almost as if he knew that this would happen and brought it along. It looked so natural to him that you couldn’t help but tuck your head down in embarrassment. You could’ve controlled yourself better. You knew you could. 

As the elevating dinged at the seventh floor, Mr. Park led you out. With one hand holding the edge of his sleeve and the other holding the stuffy at your nose, the both of you walked into a shop called ‘All For Hybirds’. 

The entrance was huge. 

Walking in, your senses were immediately overloaded. There was so much to look at you didn’t know where to start, there were so many people that all the scents just… merged together, and there was so much noise. Everybody was talking, everybody was doing something. You stood there in fright. You didn’t know what to do. 

Should you fight? Should you run? Or should you just… collapse?

You felt like collapsing. You felt lightheaded. 

You tried to stay calm. You tried to find Mr. Park. But all the lights seemed to have tripled in brightness and all the chattering seemed like the booming base of a concert. They sounded like the screams of bidding after every fight. 

Suddenly, you felt a body collide with yours and in your already frazzled state, you couldn’t catch your bearings fast enough and fell to the floor. Looking up, you saw somebody trying to talk to you. You see his mouth moving, his eyes growing frantic, but you can’t hear anything. You crawled away from the unknown male and started to look for the cat. You wanted the stuffy back. But the tiles on the floor were black and with your blurrying vision, you gradually found it more and more difficult to find your stuffy. 

A sudden shriek made you wince, ears already sensitive. You were overloaded and you just couldn’t take it anymore. Just as you were about to break down, a pair of large arms grabbed you. You tried to wiggle out of its hold. You didn’t want anybody touching you but your owner. 

Where was your owner?

Where’s Mr. Park?

He left you, silly girl. 

No, no. He wouldn’t. 

Yes, now just -

“-my voice.” You felt a large palm caressing your hair, unbraiding the braid. “Listen to my voice. Y/N, copy my breathing.”

You tried to get air in your lungs but coughed out instead. It was hard.

You whined. 

“Try, try. Y/N, try.” Suddenly, you were wrapped in a warm blanket with Jimin’s scent enveloping you. “Copy my breathing.”

Mr. Park.

You tried. Failed. Tried. Failed. Tried again. 

Slowly, you regained enough consciousness and clarity to realise that you had caused a very big scene. Everybody was staring at you. Feeling embarrassed by the weight of their stares, you softly mumbled out a sorry and hid in Mr. Park’s shoulder. His broad form proved useful in situations like this. As Mr Park carried you into a room within the shop, you realised that between the both of you was your stuffy and you snuggled into it. 

The both of you spent a while in the room - in silence. Mr. Park was re-braiding your hair while you played with the cat stuffy. When Mr. Park was done, you turned around, apology on your lips when Mr. Park said, “I’m sorry.”

You were shocked.

Sorry?

Why was he sorry?

You furrowed your brows. “I’m sorry.”

Mr. Park looked at you. “No, Y/N, don’t apologise. You were not in the wrong. I should have taken better care of you.”

Mr Park ran his hands through his hair, mussing them up. 

“But I -”

Mr. Park suddenly lunged forward and pulled you to his body. “Please, please.” You didn’t know what he was asking for and therefore didn’t know what to do in this situation. “Please, Y/N, talk to me.”

Talk?

“Erm… What’s for dinner?”

A laugh bubbled out of his throat. “Not exactly what I meant but feel free to decide that for us while you’re at it. I’m not picky.”

Your cheeks burned a shade of deep red. 

Mr. Park pulled back and held you by your shoulders. “Next time, when it gets too much, tell me. Talk to me. Tell me what you like, what you dislike, what you hate and love. Tell me what you would like to do in the future, tell me your worries and your fears. That’s what companionship is.” He sucked in a deep breath, stuttering. “I understand that it is difficult for you due to your past but I hope that one day, we can become close and you don’t have to bear so many things on your shoulders anymore. That you can share that with me. What’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine. So, next time, tell me. Talk to me, alright?”

You nodded. 

You understood what he was asking of you but you weren’t sure if you could provide him with that sense of confidentiality just yet. And you hoped that he would understand that you needed time. You hesitantly scooted closer to Mr. Park, arms going around his waist as you relished in the physical contact. Instead of pushing you away, Mr Park held you tighter, gently caressing your back. The both of you stayed in that position until you gained enough strength to stand. 

Holding hands, the both of you left the quiet room. Once again, you were placed in the midst of noise. But this time, the gentle strokes on the back of your hand kept you grounded as you held the stuffy by its paw and let Mr Park guide you through. The both of you reached the collar section and immediately a lilac shade caught your attention. Your hands gravitated towards the collar and oh - it was the softest material that you have felt. 

“Do you like that one?” Mr Park’s voice brought you out of your headspace as you quickly retracted your hand.

“Yes.” You responded meekly. Watching Mr. Park, he fumbled around with the collar you picked, brows furrowing. 

“The material is kinda rough, would you like something else?”

But you liked the shade…

“Erm… Is - Is there one in the same… Colour?”

“Sure, we can ask!”

Sometimes you feel that Mr. Park is too chirpy. 

Heading over to the counter that states ‘Customise collars here!’, Mr. Park asked for the lilac shade in different materials. The salesperson opened up a few different books on collars, tags, materials, shapes, and more. Mr. Park called you over and asked, “Which one do you prefer?”

You touched and observed the collars, picking the nylon material and a simple circle tag. Mr. Park was quick to provide the salesperson with all the information needed for engraving as well as a leather leash of the same colour. “We come back from collection in thirty minutes?” The salesperson nodded. “Okay, thank you.”

With the waiting time, Mr. Park pulled you aside and asked, “Would you like any toys? We can shop here for the time being and then go buy others late.”

You nodded. 

The both of you made your way to the soaps section where you chose your preferred scent and Mr Park chose the brand that was less sensitive. Then, you picked out a few different beddings while Mr. Park picked out a few more stuffed animals. One was a white lamb with a scented patch, another was a keychain cat that also came with a scented patch, and the last was a bear which was well… just cause he thought it was cute. After collecting the collar and helping you wear it, ensuring that it was just the right fit, Mr Park clipped on the leash. 

Seokjin led the both of you to the cashier and you were essentially hiding behind him the whole time. He knew you needed time and didn’t push you to communicate. As the both of you left the store, you instantly relaxed. Seokjin had decided that it would do you well if you picked out your own clothes so that you would be comfortable in what you wear. Bringing to the clothing store, you immediately picked out clothes you liked. You were beaming as you tried on each set for him to see and he was overjoyed to see you finally enjoying yourself. You deserved a treat and he knew just what you would like. 

But it was safe to say that Seokjin found out about your style that day. The pants were what you preferred. Which, of course, he would never judge. But he wondered why you wouldn’t try on the dresses you look longingly at. As you changed back into your clothes, Seokjin walked over to a few dresses that he saw interested you. Picking out two, he placed them in the basket just as you popped out of the fitting room. Happily hopping over to him, you placed the clothes in the basket and the both of you headed over to the cashier. 

Seeing you beaming with joy, Seokjin couldn’t help but melt. You just looked absolutely adorable. 

He wished you would smile more like this. 

Uncontained joy. 

“Mr. Park, Mr. Park!” You called him over. He frowned. Real names would sound nicer on her lips. “Cakes! And ice creams!”

Hah. Exactly. 

He knew it. Nobody could beat sweets.

“Want some?”

You nodded your head quickly. 

Seokjin laughed. “Alright, let’s head in.” 

You bounded into the restaurant only to be stopped by a waitress. You flinched back, soft body colliding with his. 

“No hybrids.” The waitress’ monotone voice cut him out of his daze. 

“Oh…” He saw your ears turn down, flattening against your head. “Could we just pay for a takeaway then?” Seokjin was proud of you. God, he sounded whipped. Maybe he was. Who cares? 

You stood up for yourself and he couldn’t be happier. 

“No. Hybrids are out-of-bounds.”

“But I’m not entering, I just -”

“Get out, mutt.” Another waiter pushed you. “Just leave.”

Seokjin took all his self-control to not scream at the waitresses, hand grabbing yours and gently tugging you out of the restaurant. He could see your eyes slowly fill with tears and he pulled you to a stop, turning you to him and wiping them away. 

“Ice cream…” You sniffled.

“I know… I know…” Is this a side effect of the hormone regulation injection? Why does this feel like an equivalent to a female’s PSM symptoms? “I got another shop that I used to bring Jimin to. Shall we go there?” 

“There’s ice cream too?” Your eyes looked so hopeful and for once, Seokjin was glad he didn’t come bearing bad news. 

“Many, many flavours.”

Seokjin led you down a few levels and bought you a double scoop of ice cream in a cone. You were happily eating your ice cream away as he shopped for groceries. And as much as he didn’t like the idea of leading a very capable being around on a leash, he was kind of glad that he had one now. You were completely engrossed in your ice cream and there were so many times that he had to ensure you don’t bang into trollies. With the leash attached to the handle of his trolley, at least Seokjin doesn’t have to fear you going too far. 

When you finished your deal of treats for the day, you headed back to his side, sticking to him while asking for more tissue. Digging into the carry-on he placed inside the trolley, Seokjin took out a packet and gave you a piece. Shopping for groceries is quick when one knows what they want. 

During the ride home, Seokjin could see that you were exhausted. The sugar high had left you, leaving you sleepy. So Seokjin prepared you a bath as he cooked dinner. You were a fairly silent hybrid, Seokjin found out. You didn’t like making much noise - you didn’t like loud noises in the first place. But once twenty minutes passed and Seokjin didn’t hear anything from your room, he started to get worried. Leaving the soup simmering on the lowest setting of the stove, he walked up the stairs and called out. 

No response. 

He knocked on your door. Also no response. 

By now, Seokjin was contemplating whether or not to call Taehyung. Maybe just in case something actually happened. Should he? Or should he just go in and check first? 

But what if you didn’t know he was outside? What if you were naked? What if -

A loud thud and groan caused all questions to fly out of his brain as he barged into the room and harshly knocked on the bathroom door. “Y/N? Y/N, are you okay?” The only answer was a moan of pain. 

Biting the lead, Seokjin opened the door and found you curled up over the rim of the bathtub, clutching your head. Freaking out, he immediately pulled out his phone to dial Taehyung. As his cell rang, your whine cut his attention off from the phone. 

Seokjin shot over to you, cradling your head. “Hey, talk to me. Are you okay? What happened?”

You wouldn’t say much. You just bunched your brows and pinched your lips, groaning in pain. 

“Hyung? I hope you’re not calling me to ask about sex positions or something.”

“Taehyung-ah, what do I do?” 

“Huh? Hyung, what’s the context?”

“Y/N? Y/n,” Soekjin tried grasping your attention. “Can you tell TaeTae what’s wrong?”

“Hurts.” 

“Okay, what hurts?” Taehyung asked. 

“Hurts.”

“Hyung, what’s the situation?”

“Erm… Y/N is holding her head. Okay, okay. I was cooking dinner then she was too silent in the bathroom so I was getting worried and came checking on her when I heard a loud thud. And then I barged in and found her like this.”

“Like what?”

“Holding her head, leaning over the edge of the bathtub. I tried to ask her questions but all she’ll do is whine or groan. Not a very clear answer.”

The line was silent for a while. 

“Is her heat coming?”

“Well, she got a hormone regulation shot yesterday - wait, how do you know?”

“Hyung,” Taehyung chided. “Nothing stays quiet in the group. You know that. Hobi Hyung came and said the little hamster was adorable.” 

“Okay, well - yes, that makes sense. But - what do I do?” Seokjin was getting anxious. You wouldn’t stop whining. 

“Yo, hyung.” 

Seokjin’s head shot up, not expecting Taehyung to solidify right in front of him. 

“I was on the way.” Taehyung stepped in between. “May I?”

Seokjin moved, making space for Taehyung to observe you. Gently touching your head and neck, he observed your pinched brows and soft emissions of whines. 

“Hmm…” Taehyung hummed. “Nothing much. She probably hit her head. No concussion, just a few days of bruising. Ice it.”

Your groan caught Seokjin’s attention as Taehyung pressed against the particularly swollen bump. “Hurts…”

“Would you tell me what happened?” Seokjin coaxed.

“Fell asleep, slid down.”

“Yep… nothing much. Just be more careful next time yeah, little hamster?”

You whined.  

Hurts indeed.

Just something I did for a little fun listening to a boring ass speech about geographical facts and how business will increase in those areas cause while the facts weren't boring, the speaker was.

Thank you for listening to the rant. Have an amazing day/night:)) 💜💜

P.S. (I may have accentuated his ass a little after taking this photo HEHE) But like - I mean - it wouldn't be victor without a bit of ass there 🤭

Is Tonight about yoongi or seokjin???

Tonight is a jinnie fic 😁😁

If you're interested, there is a yoongi fic in my masterlist called 'So What?', you can take a read too!!💜

Tonight | KSJ | Chapter 7

Pair: Seokjin x Hamster Hybrid Reader 

Summary: Dedicating his life to never having another person to count on, to be strong, Seokjin finds himself in the middle of an illegal fighting ring. The person he wanted to erase was just at his fingertips but he was slipping. No, he was leaving. He was accepting a change and he was afraid. 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au, detective, smut, abuse (sensitive topic)

Warnings: abuse, self-harm, self-degration, lots of lying and miscommunications, angst angst and angst

WC: 2.2K

The next few days passed by like clockwork - sleep, work, eat, sleep, work, eat. There wasn’t much going on but you could feel the tension in everybody at the headquarters after the breakout incident. You weren’t sure who was the prisoner but Mr Park was fuming. 

“What do you mean by he’s not responding? Ur telling me that they anticipated our moves and are now what - Already moving forward?”

You couldn’t hear much from where you were and your groggy mind was still processing that you are trying to be awake. But you could make out Mr Park’s fast and nervous movements and the frantic voices over the phone. 

“You’ve got to be kidding with me right?”

“Hyung, nobody’s kidding. They’re on the move and right now, all the plans are scratched. We are trying to locate them and predict their next move but it’s as if they’ve gone dark. Even with Esther in the dark web, there is no movement from them.” 

A baritone voice sounded, “They refuse to negotiate and in this state - if we move, we are dead. He wasn’t wrong when he said that they knew who we were. I do not doubt that they have already figured it out long ago and we were just playing with puppets these few weeks.”

You registered the dip at the side of the bed before Mr Park reached over to rub your ears. You let out a sleepy mumble, crawling over to hug his waist. “What happened?” You peeked open your eyes. 

“It’s alright, darling. But I probably won’t be coming home for dinner these few days. You won’t be cooking to work with me for now either. I’ll cook lunch and dinner - Do you think you can handle yourself alone at home?”

You nodded. You didn’t want to put more stress on Mr Park. With the incident a few days ago and the ongoing phone call, you knew that he was only going to get busier - and you didn’t want to be one of his worries. 

Mr Park left soon after his calls, but not before ensuring that you had everything. It was fine at first but it got too overbearing when he was double, triple, quadruple checking things every morning and night. While it was sweet at first, you were grown and have your own capability. His coworkers calling him that he was late was also a reason for you to drag him away from the cabinets and refrigerator. 

“Mr Park,” You stopped him. “You’ve double checked this every morning and I am capable of taking care of myself.” You pulled him away from the cabinets of food and medications to the living room where his bags and shoes were ready. “You’re going to be late. Again.”

Mr Park sucked in a deep breath. “Okay, okay. Just make sure you -”

“Eat your meals, 2 supplements every day, and one pill after every food.” You sighed. “Yes, I know.”

He bit his lip and started again before you held out your hand, stopping his words.

“Please, your coworkers downstairs have ben honking for fifteen minutes now. Any more and our neighbours are going to file a noise complaint.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll be going then.” You waved back at him. 

These few days you spent most of your time catching up on the dramas and social medias, understanding how things work in the house. But that one room that you had never entered out of respect was Mr Park’s office. In the earlier days, he had told you to keep out of the room. But recently, he mentioned that you could explore any part of the house - even the office. 

Bu tout of respect for his and his clients privacy, you never did. But it would be lying if you said that the suspense of walking past that door multiple times a day and eventually staring at it from the sofa wasn’t killing you. You wanted to know what was in there. Are there pictures? Is it messy? Are there any food or drinks in the room? What is the style and environment he works in?

It got so much that you were - once again - outside the door, staring at it. Deciding to bite the bullet and enter today, your hand shakily reached for the door handle. 

You thought that there was nothing much to worry - that it would be just like any office that you have seen over the years. Cabinets full of books and bottles of alcohol, trophies of all sorts lined up against the wall as a form of pride, cigars and weapons lying around ceaselessly. But no, it was cabinets full of books but no alcohol, the trophies were not heads of tusks but simple metals and pictures, and the room was clean. Not cigars, no weapons. 

But those pictures hanging on the walls, those pictures at the table and cabinets. You swiped two fingers over the frame. It may have been a long time since you saw him but his face and those eyes - you will never forget. 

“Mr Park, you had a hybrid?”

His eyes turned downcast. “Yes, once. But he passed away four years ago in an accident.”

You tilted your head. “May I ask what happened?”

He looked up at you with a sad smile. “Wrong time, wrong place.” 

The only person who you could count as family, is gone. You didn’t want to believe it. You had all the proof even without entering the room but you were in denial. You knew you were in denial. But knowing this - 

Is this how it feels like to have a broken heart?

Does it hurt so bad you feel as if your whole body was aching?

Looking around the room, you found pictures of Mr Park. Name tags, badges, medals. But they were all given to Kim Seokjin. 

“Hyung, they weren’t lying when they said that they knew who we are.”

It couldn’t be…Right?

Ploughing through the cabinets, you found stacks and stacks of paper. You bidding paper, your legal adoption papers, and bills after bills of your medical checkups, food, and essentially everything.

Why would Mr Park keep these?

You found recorders in a box, specifically labelled, from the front of the box to the back. You ignored them first, deciding to pick up the papers and read them through. They didn’t seem like much to you until you reached the end of the file, labelling sections of recordings. Picking up the box you left on the table, you compared the names and numbers before picking them out. 

Laying them in order wasn’t too hard but nothing could prepare you for what you heard. 

Recording 1: “Testing, testing. Min Yoongi.” 

“Sir, I would advice that you do not touch him.”

“Hyung, you clearly know this isn’t a good idea. What if they found out?”

“$1.45 Million Won.”

“I knew that you want her so I just thought to give you a push. Heh.”

Recording 2: “Testing, testing. Kim Namjoon.”

“Jungkook ah, can you not do that? It’s so gross, oh my gosh-”

“Yes sir!”

“Hyung, I will be heading up to the rooms to find more information. They seem to have weakened the surrounding security there.”

“Move, son of a bitch.”

“Hyung, they are moving at a slower pace an anticipated. It’s too easy that we should re-think our plans. We may be playing into a trap if we do not think rationally.”

Recording 3: “Testing, testing. Jeon Jungkook.”

“Yo, yo, yo. Hehehehe.”

“Proceed with it. Let’s move in. Be alert at all times, we may have the blueprints, studied the layouts, does not mean we can slack off. This is enemy territory, we do not show mercy.”

“Go around the corner, back each other up.”

“All clear, let’s go.”

“What did I miss?”

“Nothing much, disabled and hacked.”

“Are you seriously -”

Recording 4: “Testing, testing. Jung Hoseok.”

“Hyung, Namjoon is in.”

“Orders are meant to be followed or are you telling me that my orders mean nothing to you?”

“Bring me a doctor. Now!”

Recording 5: “Testing, testing. Kim Taehyung.”

“I know, I know. All I need to do is insert the kill chip and keep silent as the sturdy and emotionless bodyguard.”

“Holy shi -” 

“I cannot understand why hyung would bid for that girl.”

“I thought he would never have another hybrid after Jimin.”

“Stop it. Jimin was my everything.”

Who was this Kim Taehyung? Jiminie? His everything? Perhaps…were they mates?

Your hands shook as you played the last recording.

Recording 6: “Testing, testing. Kim Seokjin.”

No. 

No, no, no. 

You sank down on the floor as the recording continued on.

“Move in.”

“Taehyung-ah, be careful okay?”

“Shut it. How dare you disrespect me - youngest son of Park Si-Jung?”

“Tsk.”

“$1.57 Million Won.”

“She is mine now.”

“We still need her, she can be our ticket in.”

“Enough. I do not want to hear you telling me what I should’ve done.”

If clearly lying about his name and hiding your best friend from you wasn’t enough, this felt like your breaking point. 

But was it? 

Are you able to hang on longer?

Is this where you end? Were you finally break after all these years of fighting and training your mind and body?

You weren’t sure of how to feel. You collapsed onto the carpenter floors as the papers stared back at you. You did not want to believe it, you did not want to even think that its was a possibility. But all these pictures and all these time, it just solidifies what you have expected. You could no longer dismiss the fact of his scent around the house, on that cat, in that room. The study that Mr Park - no, Seokjin - forbade you to enter was full of his pictures. 

You childhood friend, Jimin.

Your only friend. One so close you regarded him as a brother - was gone. And he had been gone for more than four years. 

And those deceiving letters and recordings, your owner did not buy you out of pity. He bought you cause he needed you. You had been used, beaten, and betrayed your entire life. You had though that you’ll meet your end in the ring. You didn’t have life in you every time you fought. You knew that you were only kept like a well-oiled machine just waiting for your depreciation to increase before becoming of no more use. 

But when Seokjin had brought you home and took care of you, you thought that perhaps you could live like your peers, be more carefree and have fun. You thought that he cared for you. 

You thought. 

And you were clearly wrong. 

Looking at the floor filled with papers, you were filled with the emotion of the unknown. You were betrayed but you have never felt this betrayed. You gave your heart to him - gave your all to him - just for him to let it slide through like any random puddle of sand. Your heart hurt, your head hurt, and you didn’t know what to do. 

There were many times that you have lived that you didn’t know what to do. But this was much beyond your speciality. Many times, you just had to ensure that you played the part of a pretty girl, a strong soldier, a hardworking student. All you had to do was wait it out and it will play nicely. Life was certainly much easier back then - and much less painful compared to what you go through now. 

Constantly being beat up in the ring, spending days and weeks and months in the hospital doing rehabilitation; constantly being scolded and shoved outside to sleep like a dog, certainly did not feel as bad as it did now.

This sense of betrayal… it felt like your whole body was burning inside out. You felt as if you were placed on a stake and it was a bonfire surrounding you. It hurts but your hands were tied. You didn’t know what to do. You truly didn’t. 

You looked up at the mounted clock just above the door. 

It read, 04 00. 

Slowly standing up, you packed the papers back into the drawer, adjusted the picture frames, turned off the lights, and left. Looking back into the room one last time, ensuring that it looked the way it did when you entered, and walked back to the bedroom. Entering the room with heavy feet, you looked past the drawn curtains, and to the moon that shone its borrowed light into the room. You had always thought the moon was pretty, being able to play with the stars, to shine so brightly even when its so lonely. Nobody plays in the night and everybody worships the sun. 

But the moon does not complain. It shines bright every night, giving light to those who need it. 

And whenever you asked, it answered. 

And you knew what you should do. 

Tonight | KSJ | Chapter 2

Pair: Seokjin x Hamster Hybrid Reader 

Summary: Dedicating his life to never having another person to count on, to be strong, Seokjin finds himself in the middle of an illegal fighting ring. The person he wanted to erase was just at his fingertips but he was slipping. No, he was leaving. He was accepting a change and he was afraid. 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au, detective, smut, abuse (sensitive topic)

Warnings: abuse, self-harm, self-degration, lots of lying and miscommunications, smuts in some chapters (I’ll put warnings out on those specific chapters:)) 

WC: 2.7K

Taglist: @m00njinnie @hopefulrascalstatesmantoad

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You set a timer.

You had fifteen minutes to get yourself ready and presentable at the table. 

Fifteen was always the most that owners would be generous for. 

So you worked your magic and moved quickly. Your small form allowed you to be more agile, giving you a higher advantage of speed. You quickly got into the shower after ensuring that the pyjamas you were wearing were safe on the counter and would not get wet. You lathered the soap and showered. Coming out of the bathroom, you made sure to fully dry yourself and the bottom of your foot so that you would not have to do extra work of cleaning the wet floors later. Quickly re-entering the bedroom, you shrugged on the clothes that your new owner had left on the bed. Picking up the bra and panties, red-ringed your cheeks as you blushed from embarrassment. God, you were not made for sexual appeal. You didn’t know how to pleasure somebody. 

You were taught housework and fighting. You didn’t know much about sex - if one does not count the times that your previous owner would sell your body off to his ‘friends’ for more money. But you knew, you knew that everybody there was only in it for the money. The money your owner had received from your successful biddings comes in cold hard cash. The money your owner receives when you climb the ranks to become one of the top fighters despite your breed. But you never got anything back. 

You only received more praise from him to help him gain more money.

Again. Money.

Greed. Power. Money. 

These are the three things that every person who steps in that ring wants and has. Greedy, powerful bastards that you hybrids could do nothing against. Their little first-time facades are always in place to ensure that they dig their hooks in so deep into you that you can never leave them. 

You quickly cleaned the shower room, making sure that not a single speck of dust or a droplet of condensation was to be seen on the glass. You fluffed your bed and drew the curtains, hastily making your way out of your room. But the moment you stepped out, you realized that… you didn’t know the layout of the house. 

Essentially, you were lost with two minutes to spare. 

You turned a three hundred and sixty degrees, finding a flight of stairs and bounded down. Luck was certainly on your side today as you found yourself looking right into the kitchen. Turning your head right, you found Mr Park sitting on the sofa, looking at his phone. You stood at the edge of the stairs with your hands clasped tightly in front of you and head bowed, waiting for his order. As the time starts to click and Mr. Park doesn’t seem to notice your presence, you start to sweat internally. 

What if he beats me cause he didn’t see me?

Should’ve just called out to him. 

But we aren’t supposed to talk!

“Y/N? What are you standing there for?” Your eyes tilted upwards, peering through the curtain of your hair. Mr Park was patting the seat beside him. “Come sit. I told your doctor to push back the appointment timing so that we can have lunch together. Come on.”

Hesitantly, you walked over and sat opposite Mr. Park. But your bum didn’t make it to the floor. 

“Hey now,” Mr. Park cooed at you and you turned away. You’ve never been coddled for so long. “There are chairs, don’t sit on the floor.” Mr Park lifted you and brought you around the table, placing you where he intended for you to sit. 

But you weren’t facing the table of food. Guess eating together means -  he eats, you watch. Together. 

Your thoughts were cut off when you felt your hair being combed through and you nearly jerked away from the touch. It took all your self-preservation to not jump out of the seat and hide under it instead when Mr Park’s fingers softly grazed the base of your ears. They twitched uncontrollably as he continued to play with your hair. You sat still, back stiff, as you let him do as you wish. 

“All done!” Mr Park cheered before you saw a flash of light and a picture placed in front of you. Your hand instinctively went to touch your hair. It was indeed braided really nicely. This sudden form of intimacy threw you off guard. All the time as you grew up in both the facilities and under your past owner’s care, there was no one who would show you this level of care. The closest that could come by was your silent friend whose words cut like thorns but don’t bleed. 

You let a small genuine smile lift the corners of your lips. “Thank you.” You bowed your head deeply as you turned to him. 

“Oh, so you do talk!” 

You stiffened. You read it wrong again. 

What a stupid, stupid hamster.

“Well, whenever you want your hair done, come by my room!” Mr Park once again, made you confused. Your head tilted slightly at the implication, trying to find any second meanings in it. You must have made it too obvious as Mr Park corrected, “I’ll do your hair in every single design you want as long as you’re happy.”

You brought your eyes up a little to see Mr. Park smiling down at you. 

Seems… genuine. But you have never been a good judge of your surroundings. 

As you bowed your head again, you suddenly wished that your hair wasn’t tied up so that you could use it to cover your face, giving you a leeway for emotions when you need it. You were once again brought out of your thoughts when you felt cold metal touching your lips. Jerking back, you swung your hand, lashing out at the object, afraid that it would bring you harm. Your fist was quickly caught into another, one that gently caressed the bruised knuckles from your last fight. You tried to wrench your hand away but it held firm. 

You weren’t used to so much affection that it was overwhelming, You needed a break. As you opened your mouth to say something, an object was shoved into your mouth. Your eyes widened in shock as you left your mouth hanging. You didn’t want to eat it. 

Drugged. Drugged. 

You believed. 

Drugged. Drugged.

You vigorously shook your head. 

“It’s not drugged.” Mr. Park finally let go of your fist. “Eat. I promise it’s not.”

You shook your head, tears pooling at the side of your eyes. You didn’t want to. You didn’t want to eat. You didn’t want to cry. But you’ve always been an emotional one. So as your tears started spiling and you tried your hardest to control them, you saw Mr. Park get up from his seat and walk away. 

At least that left you… somewhat alone. 

Seokjin was in shock. He didn’t mean to make her cry. He truly didn’t!

But as he saw the tears stream down your too-hollow cheeks, Seokjin immediately got up, going to find some sort of… comfort item. He thought perhaps he could break your barriers a bit faster - to give you a little more of a push - after he had tied your hair. You had allowed him to do something of such intimacy that he thought it would be okay. He had accidentally brushed against your ears and saw that they had kept twitching. But you hadn’t said anything, so he thought it was okay. And even before that, when you stood at the bottom of the stairs, staring at him. Seokjin had busied himself with his phone so that you wouldn’t feel his attention on you and give you more stress. When you sat on the floor, he picked you up so easily that your weight scared him. 

Granted, prey have a lighter weight compared to predators but fully grown prey females shouldn’t even be of this weight. You were severely underweight it was even a surprise for you to have taken all these years of torture. 

Seokjin stopped in his tracks. 

Torture. 

Oh god. Oh god.

Seokjin bent over on the floor. 

You weren’t okay with what he had done. You were merely putting up with it because you were afraid. You didn’t know what else. This was what they taught you so this is what you do. 

“They always tell us that our whole being is in the control of our owners. Your body and our mind.”

Seokjin cringed. “What?!”

Jimin nodded, looking out of the window. “We are nothing and the only use of us in this society is for what we were bidden to do in the auction.”

“And what was that?” Seokjin was afraid to know. He now understood why Jimin was so frisky around him the first few years. 

“There were many. But at any time, we could always switch the moment our owners say so.”

“Did you even want to study performing arts then?” 

Jimin nodded, “It took me quite a few years to finally understand that I am me and I am okay.” Jimin turned to Seokjin, putting his head on his lap as Seokjin’s hands instinctively went to scratch his ears. “Life became better when Dad found me. Thanks for life, brother. I’m glad to have known what it means.”

Seokjin couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe that he would be so blind as to forget where you came from. So blind as to turn a blind eye to your history. He had pushed you enough. He’ll let you come to him at your own pace. Seokjin got up from his crouched position on the floor and headed back to the living room with a handkerchief and a stuffed animal in hand. You were crouched over the sofa, body shaking uncontrollably. He hurriedly ran over to you, lifting you up from your position. 

One look at you and his heart broke. 

He shouldn’t have pushed you so much. He needed to remember that you were just like an eight-year-old Jimin - absolutely terrified and scarred. Seokjin took an empty bowl from the table and opened your mouth, signalling for you to spit the food out. He wasn’t going to force you to eat it if you didn’t want to. He could pack some in a lunchbox for when you feel hungry later. Placing the stuffed cat in your arms, Seokjin dabbed the handkerchief on your cheeks, soaking your tears. Pushing the loose ends of your hair to the side, he tried to calm you down. Soon, your tears turned to soft whimpers as you fought to intake more air. 

The both of you stayed in that position for a while before Seokjin went back to the kitchen, bringing two sets of lunchboxes in hand. He packed the food in the boxes and kept them in an insulated thermal bag. He could see that you were getting sleepy after the ordeal so he tried to move as quietly as possible, clearing the table and washing the dishes. It wasn’t until Hoseok texted him that he was downstairs that Seokjin walked over to you and poked you awake. When Jimin was younger, Seokjin remembered his mom reminding him to always use this method rather than shake him awake. 

You woke up with the sleepiest eyes and pout that Seokjin couldn’t help but coo at. 

“Come on now, we gotta get going to your appointment.” You slowly got up, not letting go of the cat stuffy and held it by the paw. The way you walked and held the stuffed animal reminded him a lot about Jimin. The cat was his favourite toy and he would always hold it by the paw in the early mornings, refusing to part from it until necessary. He never did grow out of that habit. 

Seokjin carefully led a sleepy you around, careful to not let you bump into objects and by the time the both of you reached the car and he strapped you in, he was already exhausted. He made a side note to never let you walk about just as you woke up. You weren’t even fully awake when walking!

Hobi passed Seokjin his cup of much-needed coffee as he drove off the clinic. Seokjin has chosen the best clinic possible around this area for you. Prices don’t matter if it is for your well-being. The whole ride was approximately thirty minutes and what Seokjin wasn’t yet prepared for was how scared you were of moving vehicles. Seven minutes into the drive, you seem to have finally reimagined enough consciousness that Seokjin asked if you wanted lunch. You looked at him with ultimate fear in your eyes, clutching the toy to your chest. Seokjin had learnt from the situation earlier that you were about to have another drop. So he broke down as many things he could and could not do in this situation. 

No rolling down the windows as the noise might further trigger the drop. 

No hugging cause you were not comfortable. 

No food as you to think it has been poisoned. 

The cat seems to be helping but it looks like its head is about to pop off if you were to squeeze it any harder. It would really hurt to lose that toy. But Seokjin realised that you constantly buried your nose in the toy. 

It contained a fraction of Jimin’s scent. After having passed for four years, Seokjin kept his room as it was, often cleaning it. But his scent was slowly lost from the rooms and his items as well. Not that he would know of it but he was warned by other hybrid owners and the internet that it would happen one day. Just a nice coincidence that you liked the scent of Jimin. It ached his heart to see you clutch the toy for dear life while trying to hang on to some piece of sanity. 

His scent and Hobi’s scent would do nothing for you. 

It wasn’t until Hobi placed an extremely worn-out blanket on the middle of the backseats that Soekjin broke out of his thoughts. Your eyes grew ten times bigger than he had ever seen and lunged for the blanket, snuggling in it, rolling and purring. 

Can hamsters even purr? 

It was more of a chirping sound - a happy sound. 

You had long shifted into your animal counterpart - a winter white dwarf hamster, Seokjin recognised. How in the world did you even… Get here? Your breed was a Russian breed. 

Russia to Korea?

Seokjin took himself out of his headspace as he watched you happily roll around and a small smile lifted the edges of his lips. The blanket had looked quite… familiar but Seokjin shrugged it off to designs. As Hobi stopped right outside the clinic, Seokjin smoothly grabbed you up with the blanket, toy, and clothes. Stepping out of the vehicle attracted a lot of attention from passersby, making you burrow deeper into the blanket. Seokjin, on the other hand, wasn’t fazed. He took a loose edge of the blanket to cover the top of your little burrow, protecting you from the intense gaze of the people around. He walked straight into the clinic with Hobi in tow, the both of them sitting down after registering you in the clinic’s system. 

“Ms L/N Y/N.” The receptionist called out and Seokjin stood up, gaining her attention. “Room 5, please. Dr. Shin will be waiting for you.”

Seokjin thanked the receptionist while turning to Hobi when he said, “Just go, hyung. Little hamster’s health ain’t gonna get any better with you standing here.”

Soekjin sighed. “Do you…” He hesitated. “Do you wanna come in as well?”

Hobi shook his head. “Little hamster and I aren’t acquainted yet. It’s best if I don’t see.” 

Seokjin nodded his head, understanding where his brother was coming from. He had just a sliver of hope that he would agree so that he would have a bit of emotional support when he received your health news. 

“You’ll do fine, Hyung.” Hobi patted his shoulder. “Little hamster is strong too. She’ll be okay.”

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