Hey Everyone, I Understand That Some Of You Might Be Waiting For The Next Chapter Of The KSJ: Tonight

Hey everyone, I understand that some of you might be waiting for the next chapter of the KSJ: Tonight fic. It's currently under construction and in slow progress due to a hefty amount of exams piling up these few weeks.

I feel like it wouldn't be fair to have u guys waiting without posting a notice. So here is to tell you that I apologie and the fic will take longer (about a month-ish) to continue. I promise that it will not be left in the backend of the library as an unfinished fic :))

I hope you guys can be patient with me and my writing and in the meantime, check out my other works and keep giving love to the rest of our fellow writers! 💜💜 Thank you

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.”

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

< Prev. Series mstr. Next > 

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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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 5

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, smut (yes, we have finally reached that part...sorta HEHE)

WC: 2.8K

The bruising on your head has gone down significantly enough that Seokjin considered bringing you to work. For the past two days, he hired a professional hybrid sitter to cover for him during his shifts. But by the time he comes back home, you are either curled asleep on his pillow in your animal counterpart, or wide awake, waiting for him to be back as your teeth constantly chatter in a sign of constant worry. Both did not bid well for your future health as it might put a further strain on your mental health.

So, Seokjin decided to bring you to work. And looking at you now, he didn’t know if it was a good idea or not. 

Morning started as per usual, your whines to get out of bed, Seokjin cooking breakfast, and you jumping around in glee at the sugary treats on the table. Your excitement grew as you neared his headquarters and he refused to tell you what he worked as. As much as he wants to tell you everything, he would like for the ring to be brought down before telling you so that you can have a sense of comfort that you no longer need to go back there. So he hasn’t told you yet and Yoongi has been hot on his tail, telling him that it isn’t good to keep it from you. He could see the fondness in your eyes. 

But Seokjin wasn’t sure if your fondness was that of how he felt. 

Then came lunch with some of his colleagues which was where he started to notice a change in your behaviour. You started to become very clingy and constantly scented him - nose to the column of his neck, nose to his shoulder blades, nose to everywhere. This was his first time experiencing your scenting. You had yet to stake your claim on him. But he knew that only hybrids and animals could smell your scent. Humans can’t. You wouldn’t let him go very far from you, almost hanging off him. If you weren’t in your human form, you were as a hamster, making him cuddle you in his arms with your blanket the whole time. 

But Seokjin brushed it off as a form of stress reliever for you. You were in a new environment, with so many different scents, and loud gunshots. So Seokjin left it as that. He had hoped that by the time it hit late afternoon, you would have calmed down a little. Following him everywhere to meetings, training, and even enduring environments with loud noises. 

It wasn’t until late evening, around the start of the night shift that everything went haywire. Seokjin was preparing to clock out when a few of his colleagues who were up for the night barged into his office. To him, it was no different from any other day he saw them. They have a knack for annoying him but as much as he was to say he hates it, he always does care for them. But you, you weren’t doing so well at the intrusion. You were growling at everybody, hackels on the rise and if you were in your animal counterpart, your fur would have been standing. 

Seokjin didn’t understand. He tried to understand your behaviour the whole day. His colleagues had stopped short at the door, greetings unsaid. 

“Well, well. I didn’t know you got yourself a hybrid, Hyung.”

Seokjin sighed. “Well, yes. Her name is Y/N and right now, she’s not very happy.”

Sana, a tiger hybrid, swished her tail and cocked her head. Moving to sit on the sofa in the office, Sana sniffed at the prey. All eyes were watching the interaction between the predator and the prey. When threatened, instincts will always take hand before human logic. But you were a prey that was trained to fight in the ring. So your instincts rivalled the ones of a predator. Seokjin was sure that you had to push down all your flight instincts when trained for the ring. So if Sana were to push, he had no doubt you would fight as well. 

But Sana did not move. 

She did not make an attempt to go any closer to either Seokjin or you. And it was only when Sana got up with a sigh and walked all the way to the other end of the small room that everyone was shocked. 

“Sana, what -”

“Seriously? You’re submitting to a prey?”

“Wait, wait, what’s going on?”

“What -”

Sana kept silent, letting the questions die down. “Submit to a hybrid in heat when she feels that her chance at mating hers is threatened unless you want to fight for her mate - which I don’t want to.”

The room fell into a stunned silence. 

Mate? - like sex?

Mate? - like a soulmate?

“Mate, the word is deeper than a flimsy human wedding.” Sana shrugged. “Plus, as much as flirting goes, it’s harmless. I have no interest in mating with Officer Kim Seokjin over here. I have my eye on another already.” 

You had stopped shifting your feet, Seokjin realised. 

You didn’t feel threatened anymore. 

Could that have meant that -

“Officer Kim.”

Seokjin’s head snapped up at the call of his name. 

He looked directly at Sana’s eyes.

“Did you not hear what I said?”

Huh?

He saw the full exaggeration of Sana’s eye roll. “Obviously not. I said, heat. Do you get it?” Sana’s brows shot up. “Your hybrid is approaching her heat and whatever you have been doing today with other officers has triggered an even earlier start, I believe.”

“How did you know it was an earlier trigger?” One of her officers asked. 

She shrugged. “Her scent has yet to turn sweet like a full heat yet and holds a bitter, jealous taste. So she’s probably a touch away from bursting.”

Seokjin’s face burned. 

What?

“Yes, yes. It’s exactly as you think.” Sana waved her hand in the air, nose wrinkling. “You’re smart, you figured it out. So now, please, take her out because if you don’t, I may just pounce on her first.”

Everybody in that room was quick to move. Sana’s officers were quick to barricade her in case she really did give in to her instincts, and Seokjin was quick to grab his bag and you out of the office. He trusted that the people in his office would do the job of locking the door for him so he didn’t bother to look back as he dragged you down to the parking lot. You were blushing a beet red as the both of you reached the car. 

Pushing you in, the air between the both of you was silent other than the sound of panting. Seokjin turned to you, wanting to know if this was what you wanted. If Sana had smelt it wrong. But you beat him to it.

“Oppa…” You turned to him, pupils blown out and whining. “Please.”

Seokjin gulped. 

He had never helped a hybrid in heat. He never participated in Jimin’s ruts either. Sometimes, when Jimin brings a rut partner home, Seokjin would leave the house for the duration to give the two partners some privacy. Occasionally, he would return home to prepare food and leave again. 

It wasn’t to mean that he had never had sex. He was a thirty years old man and he had his own crazy adolescent days. It wasn’t as if he didn’t have a girlfriend or didn’t have multiple girls in his bed. No… But this feeling… This unnerving feeling he has never felt before. 

Seokjin doesn’t know - he isn’t familiar with it. And it burns. 

“Oppa…”

Seokjin sucked in a deep breath. 

“Y/N,” He saw you pause, eyes fading back to your normal shade. “You have to tell me - tell me if what Sana said was true.”

You stayed silent as Seokjin gripped the steering wheel, knuckles turning white. 

“We will not move until you give me an answer.” He can see you hesitating. 

“Yes.” You lifted your head. “Mate. Mine.”

“How? When -”

“Your scent… your scent gives you off.”

Seokjin took another breath. “Okay, now answer. Am I a heat partner or am I your mate mate?”

Your brows furrowed as you frowned up at him. “Do you not want to be mine?”

Uh oh… Wrong wording?

“No, no - I don’t mean it that way. I just need exact, explicit consent. I need to know what are the lines I can and cannot cross.” Seokjin panicked. It wasn’t that he didn’t want you. Fuck, he does. He could just imagine your pretty pouty lips sucking up his cock as your big, round eyes stare up at him. He could just imagine all the things he would do to you - all the cum that he makes sure he will stuff back into you -

Seokjin groaned. Fuck, fuck, fuck. It was not helping his raging boner and the fact that home was a twenty-minute drive away. Neither does it help that you could probably scent his arousal. His pants were getting too tight - getting too uncomfortable. He needed to shift. 

So that’s what he did. He had thought it was subtle but your following eyes told a different story. 

“Mate… wants?” You looked up at him with such hopeful eyes that he almost caved into fucking you right there and then. He couldn’t care less if there were still in the parking lot. 

Keyword: almost. 

He would never forgive himself if he went along with his hormones. 

“Y/N… Answer.”

You looked back at him with eyes full of clarity - not an ounce of lust in there as you replied to him, “Mate. Mine.”

“That’s…” Seokjin hesitated. “That’s not an exact answer.”

“Yes.”

Seokjin groaned. How was he going to last?

He anticipated your touch and the moment your hands caressed his bulge, struggling through its confinements, his hands immediately shot to hold yours.

“Baby, noooo…”

But he should’ve known - if you want it, you’ll get it. And he would never dare to stop you. 

However, if he were to jerk off right now, in his car, he wouldn’t make the drive home and he would never forgive himself for letting your first time be here. So Seokjin placed your hands back onto your lap and released his hands from the steering wheel. For once, he was so glad that he got his windows tinted. 

You whined at him as he held your wrists together. You were wearing a usual cosy look - an oversized sweatshirt he was sure you took from somewhere in his closet, sweat pants, and sneakers. He was always the one to braid your hair in the morning but since you were shifting in between the whole day, your hair had been let down. 

Seokjin couldn’t think. 

Your whines snapped him out of his daze, remembering that he got one horny, horny hybrid next to him. 

So Seokjin released your hands and caught them yet again as they shot towards him. “No touching.” You whined. “No touching. Later. Now you.” Seokjin slightly lifted your sweatshirt and tugged at the elastic of the sweatpants. “Down, Baby.”

You moved fast, both pants and underwear down. Seokjin burst out laughing. He had wanted to tease you a little but he may have underestimated your eagerness. Turning back to you, he saw you pouting with your legs crossed inside his sweatshirt. 

Dipping his hands under his sweatshirt, he tested the waters. He didn’t want to immediately push you into the act. He wanted to know what makes you feel good, what makes you scream, and what makes you silent. 

As he lightly grazes the underside of your breasts, you let out a small huff, arching into his touch. So he glided his fingers on your bra-covered breasts on different levels of roughness, studying and arousing you enough. Your heat would have given him enough lubrication for an immediate slide-through of his fingers but who was he to deprive you of foreplay? And heat or not, he was never a man who had sex for the sake of having sex. 

So Seokjin lightly encouraged harsher breaths and louder whimpering from exiting your mouth. Slowly, his hands gilded south, lingering at the patch of hair. He couldn’t see you clearly but he could feel you. 

And you had gone still. 

So Seokjin removed his hands and looked up at you, trying to gauge what went wrong. You had covered your face with sweater paws, hair covering the rest of your face from view. You only did that when you were shy or felt uncomfortable. But Seokjin wasn’t going to push. So he took your hands in his and slowly pried them away from your face. 

You were looking at anywhere but him. 

“Hey, hey. Do you want to stop?” You shook your head. “Okay, then tell me what’s wrong?”

You hesitated. “I…I’ve never…”

“You’ve never had sex?”

You shook your head then nodded then shook it again. 

Seokjin chuckled. “Didn’t get that.”

And even in the dark environment, Seokjin could see the red tinge on your cheeks. “I mean… I have but just not… just not… mate… no feelings.”

Ah. 

“Well, if you want to stop, we can.”

You shook your head. “No, no. Want mate.” You surprised him by tugging his hand off of yours and putting it directly at your heat. Oh, Seokjin could be in heaven right now. He wouldn’t even know the difference, thanks. 

But he didn’t move and you whined. 

Seokjin looks back at you. “Yes or no?”

“Yes, yes! Please…”

Softly groaning, Seokjin caressed the insides of your thighs. 

“I put you there!” You pouted.

He touched you everywhere but where he knew you wanted it most. Probing around, he gave the insides of your thighs and soft, toned stomach little pinches. Your whines and whimpers turned more high-pitched and needy, body almost arching off the seat to get him to be just… right there -

You moaned and it could’ve been the fucking sexiest thing he’s ever heard. 

You were so wet from all the natural lubrication of the peak in your heat that his fingers were drenched in them with a swipe up your outer lips. Circling your clit, you moaned as your hands dived to hold his hand. Seokjin was afraid you wanted to stop but he very obviously read the signs wrong if your grinding against his hand was any indication. So he continued, circling until your whimpers turned breathless and you were pulsating so much he didn’t need to be in you to feel.

Immediately, he ripped his hands away and you whined at the loss of contact, disgruntled chirps escaping you. 

“Uh Uh… you are not to cum unless I say so.”

Seokjin dipped his fingers back down. Teasing, flicking, rubbing at your clit until you were squirming in your seat, Seokjin switched his approach and started exploring your pussy. Softly gliding against your outer lips, collecting enough slick before entering a finger in you. 

Your whine was pitched. 

Seokjin kept his finger in you, slowly pushing in and out, prepping you for the stretch. Until your walls were no longer fighting against him, until you were getting off on his finger did he add another one. The moment it reached his first knuckle, you tensed. 

Relax and tense. Relax and tense. 

Going at your pace, Seokjin slipped in another knuckle. 

You groaned.

Whining, Seokjin was quick to soothe you. “Do you think you can take another darling?”

You nodded, breathing out. 

Bottoming out his two fingers, Seokjin let you get accustomed to the stretch as his thumb circled your clit, trying to put your mind elsewhere. Carefully, he slipped in a third. 

The probing of your clit and the new form of stretch was too much for you and before Seokjjin even managed to get to the third knuckle, you came. 

Seokjin had long felt the squeezing on his fingers, the quivering of your walls. But he didn’t say anything and let you ride out your orgasm as he slipped the last knuckle in. Until you started squirming from oversensitivity, Seokjin turned to you. 

“Who said you would come?”

Your whimper-moan told him how much you liked the show of dominance. 

One thing down. Next to go. 

“A bad girl gotta take her punishment, don’t you think?”

You whimpered as his fingers started moving and your body jerked involuntarily when he found your sweet spot. Rubbing just the right pressure on it, your oversensitivity was driving you close to another orgasm when Seokjin moved over to pull the seat belt over you. 

He could visibly see the confusion on your face.  “You are not to come on the way home.” was all he said as he drove off, one hand gripping the steering wheel knuckle-white while the other was buried deep in you, occasionally torturing you with speed bumps.