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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 6

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, basically a kind-of-fluff chapter

WC: 2959, ≈2.9K

Seokjin woke up to tickles under his chin and neck. Mumbling, he turned away and settled back into the comfiness of the bed. Just as he almost fell back asleep, a familiar alarm rang out at the bedside table. Groaning, Seokjin wildly flung his hands to the table, trying to find his phone. 

He blindly turned off the alarm and he flipped over onto his stomach, trying to fall back asleep. Until he heard a squeak and small movements climbing up onto his back. As he shifted around in bed, the small claws dug into his flesh for dear life and Seokjin shot up from the sudden pain. The movement flung you onto the bed, hurrying to scurry under the blankets. Rubbing his side and yawning, Seokjin easily lifted the quilt and scooped you into his palm. 

“Morning, Ham.” 

You squeaked at a fast pace as Seokjin looked down with his wild bed hair to stroke your back. Your furious sounds turned to light chitters. Bringing you to the washroom, he placed you on a towel. You went round and round before settling down on it. As Seokjin prepares the bathtub, he is aware of you watching him through sleepy eyes. You yawned and shifted, nearly falling onto the floor. You managed to catch yourself in time and blushed when you realised your nudity in front of him. 

“Hey now… Where’s the Y/N that was so brave the past few days?”

You blushed. “Gone.”

Seokjin laughed again. “Gone? You sure?” 

Seokjin dipped his hands down the curves of your waist, caressing your sides just as you pistoned off to the sides. 

“Ticklish!” You laughed.

At that moment, all Seokjin could do was let that fond smile lift the corners of his lips. He knew he had to tell you sometime soon but he was afraid that you would rather run back to the ring than stay with him for the information he kept from you. He wanted to eliminate the chances of that. He would say that his excuse was to allow you to have a peace of mind. 

How selfish could one be?

“Come on, let’s wash up before the day starts.” Leading you to the warm water he had prepared with a few drops of essential oils to calm you. 

You knew that happiness doesn’t last long. You know that the possibility of hurt is high when one gives them their heart. But Mr Park hasn’t given you anything to be afraid of. 

Yet you knew that he had all the power in the world to throw you aside the moment you become insufficient for him. Curling deeper into yourself, you sighed as Mr Park washed your hair, careful to not get the shampoo into your hybrid ears. 

“What’s wrong? I can feel you distancing yourself.”

You didn’t want to tell him. He would definitely kick you out from being so selfish, being so guardless. You were brought out of your thoughts when he splashed water on your back, causing you to shift from the tickling feel. 

Easily lifting you up from the bathtub, he dried you up and walked you to the wardrobe. “Choose what you wanna wear then come downstairs, darling.” He kissed the top of your head. 

Entering the kitchen, Seokjin started the rice cooker and brought out the ingredients. Cabbages, mushrooms, minced meat, pepper. Over the past few weeks, Seokjin had learned that you preferred the yellow peppers as they are considerably sweeter compared to the red and green ones. Putting light soy sauce, grinded black pepper, sesame oil, and cooking wine, Seokjin set the meat aside to marinate. Taking out the stems from the mushrooms, he carefully washed and sliced them. The cabbages were next. Peeling each layer off, Seokjin placed them on top of each other before finely chopping them. After taking out the stem and seeds of the pepper and washing it, he stuffed the pepper with the marinated meat. 

Placing it in the pot to steam, he got started on frying the cabbages and mushrooms. Pouring some oil into the pan, he added the mushroom and a bit of water to ensure they don't burn. When they were half cooked, he added the cabbages and covered them with the pan lid. The rice cooker beeped just in time and Seokjin prepared the lunch boxes. 

“Ugh- Even the rice cooker bullies me!” 

Filling the lunch boxes with rice, sesame and seaweed seasoning is poured on top of it and thoroughly mixed. The cabbage and mushrooms were done by then so Seokjin placed them in another compartment of the lunchbox. Cutting the stuffed pepper in half, he manages to fit them into the lunch box. 

Carefully packing the lunchboxes up, Seokjin started cleaning the used dishes and kitchen. You had made your way down, still yawning away as you dropped yourself on the couch. Picking up the food, he grabbed the bags and probed you awake. 

“Come on now, you can sleep in the car. Let’s go, darling.”

You were groggy the whole trip down and nearly tripped entering the elevator. After you were buckled in your seat, Seokjin hung the food at the back seats. Picking out your medication, breakfast, and a bottle of water, Seokjin finally sat down at the driver's seat and started the car. 

Pushing your breakfast towards you, he gently siad, “Come on, sweetheart, have some breakfast before your medication.” You slowly woke up as you munched on the bread and before Seokjin reached the headquarters, you were done. 

“Come on, let’s go up.” You had wound yourself around him again and this time, Soekjin didn’t mind it at all. It may be a little difficult to walk but he loved how you grew more dependent on him and trusted him to keep you safe. 

“Hey boss. It’s good to see you again.” Jungkook draped his arms over his shoulders as they came out of the elevator. “You haven’t taken a leave this long for years now.” 

Seokjin grumbled at his dongsaeng’s actions. He was very aware of your hand tightly grabbing onto his and your tail wounding around your waist. You were uncomfortable. Sighing, Seokjin lightly punched Jungkook in his ribs, saying, “Don’t you have an integration to get to?” 

Jungkook unwinded himself from Seokjin and groaned. “Please don’t remind me of that. It’s up in 20 minutes.”

“You should go prepare for it and stop bothering us.”

“Are you trying to chase me out?” Jungkook sobbed. “You don’t want me anymore?”

Seokjin rolled his eyes at his antics. “Yes so run along now.”

Jungkook fell dramatically on the floor. “Hyung! I buy you coffee all the time, how can you treat me like that?”

Seokjin was about to return a remark when hurried footsteps crossed the hallway. He felt you hide behind him, tail curling around his wrist. Seokjin stroked your fluffy ears in an attempt to calm you down. They were alert and twitching, as if waiting for the worst to happen. He heard Jungkook getting up from the floor and adjusting his clothes. They expected Namjoon or Hoseok to come running towards them, perhaps coming to call Jungkook to “hurry his ass up”.

But it wasn’t either of the males. 

It was Yoongi, flushed red and wild hair flying everywhere. 

Seokjin was immediately alert. 

“He-he-”

Everybody held their breath in that hallway. 

“He-he got out. Hoseok’s chasing him and Taehyung is calling backup.” Yoongi panted. “They plan to ambush him but I think that it is an inside job. My codes couldn’t have been cracked so easily, I made sure of it. I even added extra authentication processes. Unless he was some tech genius, it must be an inside job.” 

Seokjin’s brain was running fast. But before he could run his own legs, he needed to ensure that you were safe. Turning to you, he said, “Do you remember where my office is?” 

You nodded shakily. 

“Go there and lock the door. Under no circumstances are you to open that door, even if you smell me from the outside. Understand?” Seokjin pinched your cheeks. “Lock the doors and the windows and keep the curtains closed. Hide somewhere where your shadow cannot be seen. Alright?”

You whined. 

“Please, Jagiya. Go. I need you to be safe. It’ll just be for a while. Please.”

Your nervous chirps nearly made him give up that idea but he stood firm. You slowly nodded and let go of his hand. 

“Go, darling.”

Seokjin watched until you were out of sight before turning back and catching up with the rest of his teammates. He trusted you to ensure your own safety. He trusted that you would do as he says and hide. Jungkook and Yoongi had made a run for it when he was trying to convince you to leave. They were probably in the control room. 

Just then, red lights and ear-piercing sirens sounded throughout the headquarters. Yoongi must have activated the emergency closure. You didn’t like loud noises, worse if they were high-pitched. Seokjin hoped that you would not panic as much.

Ugh - Why does he have to worry so much? 

He has a job to do and everybody will be in trouble if he doesn’t catch him in time. 

Running down the steps, Seokjin raced for the door before it completely shuts and locks him in. The emergency closure shuts down the offices, integration rooms, and jail room levels and of course, the lifts. And right now, he just needs to cross this last flight of stairs before he is in the safe zone. Making a dash for his last opening, Seokjin ducked under the barrier just before it slammed shut behind him. 

The whole level was in a rush - some people running to gear up, some people running out with their gears on, some awaiting orders, some whipping out technological devices that Seokjin doesn’t want to dissect right now. Makeshift tables were made as this sector runs their database. 

Seokjin hurriedly rips open his locker and shrugs on his vest, strapping in his guns and spare ammo in his pockets. Running out, he locates his team on the ground level almost instantly. They have their guy cornered by the trash bins of the back of the building. He had a crazed look - as if he was high on drugs. 

Wait. High… on drugs?

Crossing the distance between Hoseok. Taehyung, and Namjoon, Seokjin dropped his gun and slowly approached him. “Hey man. A bit far from where we were supposed to meet up, aren’t you?”

“You guys aren’t gonna catch it.” He laughed maniacally. “He would have his prized possession back even if it takes to kill you.” 

Nobody in that three metre radius said anything. “He knows - we know who you are. Park SeoJung would never buy off a hybrid. HAH! You gave yourself away before the party even started!”

“Silence.” Hoseok commanded behind him. “You will speak in the integration room. Hands behind your back now.”

“You can’t make me do anything,

“Seo Jung had always loved to bid for a winning game. He gets the most money, has the most influence in the ring. Ah, what fun those days were.” He sings. “Money, money, money.” 

“He was injected with synth.”

“Well doesn’t that explain the whole fiasco of him looking as if he was about to shit himself.” Yoongi stated. “Some shit that is to be injected with.”

Taehyung pushed his glasses up while analysing the blood test. “Honestly, it would be best if we keep him unconscious and find out who did this. Yoongi Hyung’s codes are the best of the best, but it doesn’t mean that they cannot be cracked.”

The atmosphere was filled with solemn silence. 

Everybody knows that Yoongi loves his privacy, the only ones who know about the new codes for the integration room were both his technological and inner teams. And the guy guarding the room that day, was not anyone in the current circle. 

“I agree with Yoongi Hyung that it is probably an inside job. It is most likely as there are only a few people who know of the code.”

“We will do a thorough investigation through all levels and agent teams.” Seokjin sighed heavily and brushed his hand through his hair. “For now, nobody guards him but us. Namjoon, make a schedule for us. It brings down the possibility of things like that happening again.”

Seokjin stood up and walked out of the meeting room, breaking the silence between the members. “I’m gonna find Y/N. I’ll be back.”

“Take your time, Hyung. We can handle the rest from here for now.” Jungkook said, flipping through the stacks of paper at the table with a scrunched nose. 

All you heard was gunshot, screaming, and laughter. You didn’t want to know who that laughter belonged to. It was creepy.

You did as Mr Park said. Ran behind the door, locked it, ensured that the curtains were closed and hid under the table. It felt easier if you were in your animal counterpart and so you stripped out of your clothes, packed them neatly beside you and shifted. Burying yourself under your layer of clothes was insufficient to block out the shrill sound that blasts through the alarm system. 

You truly hoped it would go away soon. 

There were screams of anger and pain. You could distinctly hear people yelling for healers, for teams to stay in formation, for everything. Your senses were getting overloaded and you started to wonder if it was truly a good idea to have shifted. But you couldn’t turn back now, not when it might cast a larger shadow, leading people in your direction. 

You fumbled around in your hoodie, trying to find a good spot. But you were too restless to do such a thing. Worried about Mr Park, worried about his team, worried about whether or not they are alive, worried about - everything. 

You couldn’t stop thinking even if you wanted to. No, the yells downstairs serve as a reminder of your cowardly actions. You chose to hide when you should’ve fought. You were trained to fight. Not breed, trained. But you had years to shove down your flight instincts and bring out the fight only when confronted. You could have helped even if Mr Park didn’t want you to. 

But wait, who were you fighting? 

You didn’t even know who they were after. Who was ‘he’? Could you have been a help even if you had no face, scent, or idea? You could’ve hurt anybody - attacked anybody - because you didn’t know who you were fighting. 

You chirped nervously, going in constant circles in your hoodie. It was the sudden silence that had you perking up your head and tilting it. Was it over? Who won? Is anybody else hurt? 

You wanted to find Mr Park but - “Under no circumstances are you to open that door”. But then, how would he get in? Mr Park must have the keys to his own office, of course. But what if whoever opens the door, isn’t Mr Park. Your eyes flitted around the room. Where else can you hide if someone came in?

The sound of footsteps coming towards the door made you panic. The following jingle of keys made you go crazy, you were going around in circles even faster than before. What are you gonna do, what are you gonna do, what are you gonna -

You heard the lock turn and the door swing and you did the first thing your panic-muddled brain could think of. 

Hide. 

You shoved yourself in the depths of your hoodie and held your breath, hoping that you won’t be caught. You felt yourself be carried up together with your pile of clothes and you felt tears prick behind the lids of your eyes. You thought that the worst way to die is to have been fought to death in the fighting ring. But this feeling was worse. You just wanted to see Mr Park for the last time, to see him before you - 

You were yanked out of your thoughts when a hand scooped you up from inside your hoodie. You felt like you truly saw God that day. Pinching your eyes shut, you wait for the worst. But nothing came and you dared to peek open an eye - to see Mr Park stroking your back and looking at you. You squeaked - a high pitched happy one - and launched into the air. 

“Hey now! Your tiny legs can’t take you that far! Don’t jump off the-”

You already did.

“-table.” 

Mr Park caught your flailing limbs before you hit the carpenter floors. “Why hello to you too, Y/N.” He laughed as you squeaked happily. “Any injuries? Can I check you?”

You wiggled out of his hold and shifted back, putting your clothes on before sitting on the couch to wait for him. As Mr Park poked and prodded certain areas, lifting up your shirt to check for bruises, you munched on the cracker at the table. After Mr Park deemed that you were injury-free, he sat beside you on the couch, sighing as he nursed the bottle of water he got from the fridge. 

“Is everybody okay?” You finally had the courage to ask. 

Mr Park nodded, “Everybody’s fine. A few injured here and there but none are severe and no deaths. They’re all just fairly minor injuries.”

You sighed in relief. 

Mr Park turned to you. “Were you worried, darling?” He stroked your hair and rubbed your ears, earning a content chitter from you. 

“Yeah…”

“Don’t worry, we’re all okay.” If you hadn’t fell asleep so fast, you would’ve seen the smile sporting on Mr Parks lips. 

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.

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.

Tonight | KSJ | Masterlist

Header by: @liveyun

Thank you oldie, you made this possible :)

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:)) 

Total WC: (to be written after series)

Taglist: @hopefulrascalstatesmantoad @m00njinnie @svnbangtansworld (open)

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Teaser 2

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

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Tonight | KSJ | Chapter 3

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: 2866, ≈2.9K

“So here are her prescribed medications. The dosages are stated on the stickers on the packets and these are the pills for her upcoming heat.” The rejectionist goes through each medication with Seokjin. “I heard that you had a male hybrid before?” 

Seokjin nodded.

“Right, so heats are similar to ruts. Essentially the same thing, just a different name for a different gender.” 

Seokjin nodded. 

“Based on how long Ms L/N has recounted her last heat, the injection today is to try and stabilise her hormones. Therefore, it may induce an early heat. Ultimately, it should arrive in about a week or so.” The receptionist handed Seokjin some brochures. “So the total for today would be $357.”

Seokjin was quick to complete the transaction and take you out of Hobi’s arms again. He could sense from the time you got injected, that you were getting angsty. As Hobi drove back to the apartment, Seokjin was sifting through your medications again, reading them carefully. He grasped a few things from learning from Taehyung about medicines. He came across the brochures and the box of heat suppressants. 

Seokjin vaguely recalled Jimin using them but Jimin never did like to. He often took rut leaves and then extra classes once they were over. He recalled Jimin saying that they often make his after-rut hormones haywire. So as Seokjin stared at the 10 centimeters by 2 centimeters box in his hands, he wished that Jimin was still here with him to help him through the choices. But even more, he wished that you had somebody to confide in and wished to see Jimin happy with another hybrid one. 

Seokjin may be ‘allergic to seriousness’ as he likes to tell others but when it comes down to certain people and situations, he would be all on board for it. Hybrids have soulmates. They say due to the constant cross-breeding that they have a lesser chance to find their own nowadays. Jealous as he may be, Seokjin had always wished for Jimin to find his. A day that could have been celebrated with all the joy in the world vanished in the blink of an eye. A future of everything burst into flames that very moment Seokjin had allowed him to go out. 

Your fault. 

Yes, it was. 

Death threats hung high for Jimin but he had always looked into the future more than the past. He had worked harder than Seokjin had ever seen anybody work. And he still allowed him to go out when the whole world was against him then. Seokjin rubbed his face and sighed into his hands. Peeking through his fingers, he saw you looking up at him, nose constantly twitching.

Seokjin brought his hands down and held his palm up to you. Surprisingly, you accepted it and jumped into his hold, letting him stroke you from head to snout.  Your small body vibrated in his hold and he was a little worried about how much you could take before a limb popped out of place. But he was glad that you allowed him to even come close to you despite the mishap he had with you earlier in the day. He has to find a way to make it up to you for that situation. 

As Hobi stopped the car outside the private lift, he turned around and asked, “Need any help, Hyung?” 

Seokjin shook his head. “All’s good. Thanks for driving.”

“No probs. Call if you need.”

Seokjin nodded his thanks, scoping all your belongings together with him. By now, you had made your way into the snugly hoop of his hoodie. Seokjin could feel your weight pulling and was very much aware of your consistent breathing against his back. Silently, he opened the front door,  placed your clothes on the edge of the sofa, and set the medication in their respective boxes. Sifting through the groceries in the fridge, Seokjin decided to whip up a quick makguksu(막국수). 

Seokjin placed a pot of water on the induction cooker and took out all the ingredients he needed. Bell peppers, cabbage, carrots, chicken breast, and more. First, he made the sauce for the noodles by adding red chilli powder, chicken broth, onion, pear, radish, soy sauce, sesame oil, yellow mustard, more salt, Maesil syrup, and of course sugar to combat the saltiness. He mixed them all together and placed them in the refrigerator after wrapping them. The now fully boiled chicken breast sits in the bowl Seokjin placed it in to cool down. He quickly gets to work by tearing the chicken into thin slices and chopping the vegetables. The buckwheat noodles were then flung against the wall and yes, they stuck. 

So Seokjin washed them under cool water and plated them in a low bowl. Taking the sauce out of the fridge, Seokjin drizzled it over the ingredients and with a flourish, garnished it with a single coriander. He placed all the dishes in the sink before bringing the bowls into the living room. Setting a cup of mixed berry juice for you, Seokjin returned to the kitchen to pick his soju-flavoured poison for the night. As he sat on the sofa, he slowly plucked you from the hood of his hoodie, setting your now fussy being on the carpet. Your teeth chittered together and you squirmed around, a voice of disgruntled leaving your maw. 

“Come on now… Dinner, dinner.” Seokjin mixed your noodles. You whined, shifting into your human counterpart so as to have a proper meal. 

You had learnt to understand Mr Park a little more during your visit to the doctor’s. 

He had a calico cat hybrid that was coincidentally named Jimin and had passed away a few years ago in a car accident. Mr Park did not go into details of the accident but you could feel the sorrow leaving him in waves. 

He must have really loved his hybrid. 

He had explained to the doctors the situation of your bidding and the triggers he thinks you have - which are surprisingly accurate that you didn’t even know them yourself. It was only when the doctors took you out of your little cocoon in the blanket that you hissed at them. Mr Park started placating with you, trying to give you the toy instead but you outright refused it. You wanted the blanket. You wanted to burrow in it. Sink in the oh-so-familiar scent. The cat was covered in the same exact scent. 

Jimin, Jimin, Jimin. 

Your silent bestfriend.  

No, no. It couldn’t be. 

You refused to believe that the highest possibility was him until you had hard evidence. 

Mr Park managed to somewhat calm you down but the moment they brought out the needle, started to grow fussy and move about. You didn’t want to be injected with any more synthetic hormones. You wanted to be normal.

Is it so hard to ask? A normal life?

You bit the doctor’s finger as you scurried away, jumping right back into the folds of the blanket when you were suddenly ripped away from it again. 

No, no, no. 

You fussed, pushed, bit, scratched, anything and everything. A loud yell stops you dead in your tracks. Looking up, you saw Mr Park holding his fingers in a fist. You whimpered. You didn’t mean to. 

Sorry, sorry, sorry. 

You whimpered louder, trying to convey your message. You were suddenly yanked back and you panicked. Just then, Mr. Park stopped the doctors. 

“Enough.”

Nobody moved. 

Mr. Park walked over to you and scooped you up, wrapping the blanket over you like it was your safety blanket. You relished in the familiar material you had known for forever. Mr Park placed you down together with you wrapped up cosily in the blanket and placed the stuffed cat in front of you as well. 

“These injections are to help you regulate your hormones. With all the synthetic hormones that did not belong to your type constantly being pumped into you, your side effects act up so often that you don’t even realise them. These few jabs will help neutralise most of them and then we will leave the rest to nature’s work, yeah? One is for flu, one is for general viruses in hybrids, and the last one is for regulation.” Mr Park held out the finger you bit him on, placing it in front of you. “Deal? I promise there are no more than three shots and none of the reasoning I haven’t already listed out.” You placed your tiny paw on his finger. 

Truce.

The doctors have done a quick work at giving you the respective injections and just like Mr Park had truly promised, there was no more than three. You were quick to get drowsy in the warmth of Mr Park’s hoodie that it blinded you when he picked you out of it. 

You were not truly awake and had trouble lifting the spoon without your head almost falling into the bowl any second. It wasn’t until you felt something at your lips that you instinctively squinted up. The nudge on your lip was enough indication for you to open your mouth. 

Eat.

You could’ve moaned at how good it tasted - hopped high enough to be thought of as a bunny - if you had enough energy. Now, you gave Mr. Park a sleepy nod. If the food was poisoned, at least you would die with a happy, delicious last meal. You were much too tired to care right now. Mr Park continuously fed you until you stopped him, mouth full of food you have yet to swallow as you were too full. You heard soft chuckles coming from him. 

“Okay. I’ll finish the rest. Eat what you have in your mouth and you can sleep.”

Sleep.

Sleep sounded amazing indeed. 

You had woken up on the sofa in the living room with a few more blankets on top of you. Mr Park was nowhere to be found and the room was pitch black. As a hamster, your animal counterpart is nocturnal and sometimes it comes in extremely handy. Unfortunately, it was not a skill you like to have during rainy days. The curtains of the living room were not closed and as lightning struck too close for comfort, you got a full view of it. The sudden attack of bright lights blinded you as heavy thunder echoed through the house. You squeaked out, burying yourself under the covers in an attempt to block out the noises. The rain got heavier and the harsh sounds of raindrops hitting the roof and window sills had you vibrating under the layers. 

As the next lightning struck, you sprinted out of your shell and bounded over to Mr. Park’s room. You had wished that you wouldn’t give in so easily but there was nothing about Mr. Park that made you feel… unwanted.

For now. 

You knew as time passed, things would go back to how they were with all your other owners. However, you’ve always treasured fond memories with humans, giving you a serving reminder that there is still good in people. 

Situations can never say how a person may react. 

Perhaps because you were hip-to-hip attached to one of the most empathetic hybrids in the facility while growing up, but you never changed your point of view of people. Yes, as situations start to deteriorate, you learn to close yourself up but when you meet new people you always try to be as open as possible. As the thunder boomed, you squeaked, jumping in the air. Hurrying your steps, you were glad to have found Mr Park’s door open. Quickly sliding through the tiny gap between the wall and the door, you rounded circles on the floor with your blanket in tow. Making quick work of a makeshift bed, you huddled in your little barrier and fell back asleep. 

At least you had some form of comfort that you weren’t alone in the storm. 

The second time you were woken up was by the feeling of being lifted up. You felt your head roll between two large palms that placed you on a soft cushion before leaving you. You recognized the heavy scent the place permeates. 

Fig and cedar - a woody and calming scent. 

Mr Park’s scent. 

You snuggled deeper into the silky material you were placed in you let yourself be pulled back into the dreamland. 

Seokjin had woken up in the middle of the night when thunder struck, his sleep-muggled brain only thinking about you. Only to nearly step on you as he found you cuddled up beside his bed. Seokjin had carefully picked you up, trying not to wake you, and placed you onto his pillow. Switching his pillow so that you’ll have the one he just laid on, he adjusted the blankets around you and fell back asleep. 

Now, Seokjin was in the process of making breakfast. Well, attempting to make breakfast. It isn’t that he can’t cook but rather he doesn’t know what to cook. He isn’t sure of your allergies, your likes and dislikes, your absolutely loves and hates. Sighing, Seokjin decided to just whip up simple souffle pancakes with some strawberries on the side. 

Seokjin quickly took out all the ingredients he needed - eggs, sugar, milk, almond flour (for easier digestion), and baking powder. 

Seokjin first separated the egg yolks from the egg whites, leaving the remaining unused egg yolks wrapped up in the fridge. He wished the egg yolks with sugar while slowly mixing in the milk. Proportionately sifting the flour and baking powder of the mixture, Seokjin made sure there were no clumps. Then, he placed the egg whites and baking powder in a mixer, slowly whipping them while adding sugar to make a glossy, thick meringue. Taking a third of the meringue, it was placed into the bowl of yolk mixture and Seokjin folded it in until a pale yellow colour. He repeated the process with the remaining meringue. 

Bending down, Seokjin took out a pan from the cabinets, hauling it up with the lid. After heating, he spread a thin layer of oil on the bottom of the pan. Then using an ice cream scooper, he scooped the batter on the pan in batches. Placing the lid over, it cooked for four minutes before opening to add another batch of batter on top of the current one and repeat the process of cooking. After another five minutes, Seokjin flipped the pancakes around and left them to cook for another four minutes. 

Carefully taking them out, Seokjin placed the washed and dried strawberries on top of the pancakes. Deciding that blueberries would do the colouring well, Seokjin took out a box and plated the sides. Only after deciding that they looked good did Seokjin throw the dirty dishes in the sink and head up to wake you. But you weren’t where he left you and he started fricking out, rushing into your room to find you dressed and… struggling to tie your hair?

You had turned to him with wide eyes, hands in your hair, trying to re-arrange them. Guess you were having a bad hair day. Seokjin willed his heart to calm down as he chuckled, slowly walking over to you, hands at his sides. 

“May I?” Seokji gestured to your hair. He didn’t want to overstep your boundaries again. 

You nodded. 

Seokjin braided your hair simply. During the whole time, you were fidgeting with your blankets and your dress, constantly biting your bottom lip. Seokjin’s hands landed on your shoulders after he finished braiding your hair and said, “Stop biting that lip, ham.”

Your brows furrowed. “Ham?” You asked him with the cutest pout on your lips. 

“Yep. It’s easier than two syllables ‘HamHam’ so just ‘Ham’.” 

You looked confused. Where did this come from?

“I am a hamster not a piece of ham.”

Seokjin burst out laughing. “Isn’t it shorter for Ham instead of Hamster?” Seokjin couldn’t stop laughing. You sounded so… pouty. 

“I am not a piece of ham!” 

Seokjin wiped his tears. “Of course, Ham.”

You huffed and jumped out of bed, completely forgetting why you were nervous before. Seokjin was glad to have managed to take your mind off some things. 

“Come on. I made breakfast and we will leave after that.”

“Leave?” You were back to looking scared. 

“Yes. We need to get you a new collar. A comfortable one.” Seokjin explained, hoping that you would understand the need. He hopes that one day, hybrids will be able to walk freely and be their own person rather than having to be dependent on ownership to survive. But for now, it is important for him to stake a claim on you so that you don’t get unnecessarily attacked. 

You nodded and the fumbling of your hands was back. 

“What’s wrong?”

You were hesitant. “Ehm… Wha…What’s for breakfast?”

“Souffé pancakes!” Seokjin beamed. “With as much whipping cream and maple syrup as you want. Of course not forgetting the side of strawberries and blueberries - wait, are you allergic to them?”

You shook your head. 

“Nice!” He held out a hand for you and almost swooned when you accepted it. “Let’s go!”

Hi everyone!!

Sorry for skipping the updates. Unlike Yoongi's fanfic "So What?" This series has not been completed. However, all the chapters posted have been edited and checked. It's currently the peak examination period and I will not be posting as often. This series will be updated every Monday only.

I will try to finish the series amidst the piling reports but no promises for now. I'm sorry 😭😭

One thing for certain is that I will try to give you the best I can:) I hope you all enjoy this series! Thank you for all the love you have given Yoongi's fanfic "So What?" as well. As for the oneshots usually posted on Thursdays, I have a few ready but in need of dire editing. So I hope you guys can give me some time and stay tuned for upcoming works.

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Tonight | KSJ | Chapter 3

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: 2.9K

“So here are her prescribed medications. The dosages are stated on the stickers on the packets and these are the pills for her upcoming heat.” The rejectionist goes through each medication with Seokjin. “I heard that you had a male hybrid before?” 

Seokjin nodded.

“Right, so heats are similar to ruts. Essentially the same thing, just a different name for a different gender.” 

Seokjin nodded. 

“Based on how long Ms L/N has recounted her last heat, the injection today is to try and stabilise her hormones. Therefore, it may induce an early heat. Ultimately, it should arrive in about a week or so.” The receptionist handed Seokjin some brochures. “So the total for today would be $357.”

Seokjin was quick to complete the transaction and take you out of Hobi’s arms again. He could sense from the time you got injected, that you were getting angsty. As Hobi drove back to the apartment, Seokjin was sifting through your medications again, reading them carefully. He grasped a few things from learning from Taehyung about medicines. He came across the brochures and the box of heat suppressants. 

Seokjin vaguely recalled Jimin using them but Jimin never did like to. He often took rut leaves and then extra classes once they were over. He recalled Jimin saying that they often make his after-rut hormones haywire. So as Seokjin stared at the 10 centimeters by 2 centimeters box in his hands, he wished that Jimin was still here with him to help him through the choices. But even more, he wished that you had somebody to confide in and wished to see Jimin happy with another hybrid one. 

Seokjin may be ‘allergic to seriousness’ as he likes to tell others but when it comes down to certain people and situations, he would be all on board for it. Hybrids have soulmates. They say due to the constant cross-breeding that they have a lesser chance to find their own nowadays. Jealous as he may be, Seokjin had always wished for Jimin to find his. A day that could have been celebrated with all the joy in the world vanished in the blink of an eye. A future of everything burst into flames that very moment Seokjin had allowed him to go out. 

Your fault. 

Yes, it was. 

Death threats hung high for Jimin but he had always looked into the future more than the past. He had worked harder than Seokjin had ever seen anybody work. And he still allowed him to go out when the whole world was against him then. Seokjin rubbed his face and sighed into his hands. Peeking through his fingers, he saw you looking up at him, nose constantly twitching.

Seokjin brought his hands down and held his palm up to you. Surprisingly, you accepted it and jumped into his hold, letting him stroke you from head to snout.  Your small body vibrated in his hold and he was a little worried about how much you could take before a limb popped out of place. But he was glad that you allowed him to even come close to you despite the mishap he had with you earlier in the day. He has to find a way to make it up to you for that situation. 

As Hobi stopped the car outside the private lift, he turned around and asked, “Need any help, Hyung?” 

Seokjin shook his head. “All’s good. Thanks for driving.”

“No probs. Call if you need.”

Seokjin nodded his thanks, scoping all your belongings together with him. By now, you had made your way into the snugly hoop of his hoodie. Seokjin could feel your weight pulling and was very much aware of your consistent breathing against his back. Silently, he opened the front door,  placed your clothes on the edge of the sofa, and set the medication in their respective boxes. Sifting through the groceries in the fridge, Seokjin decided to whip up a quick makguksu(막국수). 

Seokjin placed a pot of water on the induction cooker and took out all the ingredients he needed. Bell peppers, cabbage, carrots, chicken breast, and more. First, he made the sauce for the noodles by adding red chilli powder, chicken broth, onion, pear, radish, soy sauce, sesame oil, yellow mustard, more salt, Maesil syrup, and of course sugar to combat the saltiness. He mixed them all together and placed them in the refrigerator after wrapping them. The now fully boiled chicken breast sits in the bowl Seokjin placed it in to cool down. He quickly gets to work by tearing the chicken into thin slices and chopping the vegetables. The buckwheat noodles were then flung against the wall and yes, they stuck. 

So Seokjin washed them under cool water and plated them in a low bowl. Taking the sauce out of the fridge, Seokjin drizzled it over the ingredients and with a flourish, garnished it with a single coriander. He placed all the dishes in the sink before bringing the bowls into the living room. Setting a cup of mixed berry juice for you, Seokjin returned to the kitchen to pick his soju-flavoured poison for the night. As he sat on the sofa, he slowly plucked you from the hood of his hoodie, setting your now fussy being on the carpet. Your teeth chittered together and you squirmed around, a voice of disgruntled leaving your maw. 

“Come on now… Dinner, dinner.” Seokjin mixed your noodles. You whined, shifting into your human counterpart so as to have a proper meal. 

You had learnt to understand Mr Park a little more during your visit to the doctor’s. 

He had a calico cat hybrid that was coincidentally named Jimin and had passed away a few years ago in a car accident. Mr Park did not go into details of the accident but you could feel the sorrow leaving him in waves. 

He must have really loved his hybrid. 

He had explained to the doctors the situation of your bidding and the triggers he thinks you have - which are surprisingly accurate that you didn’t even know them yourself. It was only when the doctors took you out of your little cocoon in the blanket that you hissed at them. Mr Park started placating with you, trying to give you the toy instead but you outright refused it. You wanted the blanket. You wanted to burrow in it. Sink in the oh-so-familiar scent. The cat was covered in the same exact scent. 

Jimin, Jimin, Jimin. 

Your silent bestfriend.  

No, no. It couldn’t be. 

You refused to believe that the highest possibility was him until you had hard evidence. 

Mr Park managed to somewhat calm you down but the moment they brought out the needle, started to grow fussy and move about. You didn’t want to be injected with any more synthetic hormones. You wanted to be normal.

Is it so hard to ask? A normal life?

You bit the doctor’s finger as you scurried away, jumping right back into the folds of the blanket when you were suddenly ripped away from it again. 

No, no, no. 

You fussed, pushed, bit, scratched, anything and everything. A loud yell stops you dead in your tracks. Looking up, you saw Mr Park holding his fingers in a fist. You whimpered. You didn’t mean to. 

Sorry, sorry, sorry. 

You whimpered louder, trying to convey your message. You were suddenly yanked back and you panicked. Just then, Mr. Park stopped the doctors. 

“Enough.”

Nobody moved. 

Mr. Park walked over to you and scooped you up, wrapping the blanket over you like it was your safety blanket. You relished in the familiar material you had known for forever. Mr Park placed you down together with you wrapped up cosily in the blanket and placed the stuffed cat in front of you as well. 

“These injections are to help you regulate your hormones. With all the synthetic hormones that did not belong to your type constantly being pumped into you, your side effects act up so often that you don’t even realise them. These few jabs will help neutralise most of them and then we will leave the rest to nature’s work, yeah? One is for flu, one is for general viruses in hybrids, and the last one is for regulation.” Mr Park held out the finger you bit him on, placing it in front of you. “Deal? I promise there are no more than three shots and none of the reasoning I haven’t already listed out.” You placed your tiny paw on his finger. 

Truce.

The doctors have done a quick work at giving you the respective injections and just like Mr Park had truly promised, there was no more than three. You were quick to get drowsy in the warmth of Mr Park’s hoodie that it blinded you when he picked you out of it. 

You were not truly awake and had trouble lifting the spoon without your head almost falling into the bowl any second. It wasn’t until you felt something at your lips that you instinctively squinted up. The nudge on your lip was enough indication for you to open your mouth. 

Eat.

You could’ve moaned at how good it tasted - hopped high enough to be thought of as a bunny - if you had enough energy. Now, you gave Mr. Park a sleepy nod. If the food was poisoned, at least you would die with a happy, delicious last meal. You were much too tired to care right now. Mr Park continuously fed you until you stopped him, mouth full of food you have yet to swallow as you were too full. You heard soft chuckles coming from him. 

“Okay. I’ll finish the rest. Eat what you have in your mouth and you can sleep.”

Sleep.

Sleep sounded amazing indeed. 

You had woken up on the sofa in the living room with a few more blankets on top of you. Mr Park was nowhere to be found and the room was pitch black. As a hamster, your animal counterpart is nocturnal and sometimes it comes in extremely handy. Unfortunately, it was not a skill you like to have during rainy days. The curtains of the living room were not closed and as lightning struck too close for comfort, you got a full view of it. The sudden attack of bright lights blinded you as heavy thunder echoed through the house. You squeaked out, burying yourself under the covers in an attempt to block out the noises. The rain got heavier and the harsh sounds of raindrops hitting the roof and window sills had you vibrating under the layers. 

As the next lightning struck, you sprinted out of your shell and bounded over to Mr. Park’s room. You had wished that you wouldn’t give in so easily but there was nothing about Mr. Park that made you feel… unwanted.

For now. 

You knew as time passed, things would go back to how they were with all your other owners. However, you’ve always treasured fond memories with humans, giving you a serving reminder that there is still good in people. 

Situations can never say how a person may react. 

Perhaps because you were hip-to-hip attached to one of the most empathetic hybrids in the facility while growing up, but you never changed your point of view of people. Yes, as situations start to deteriorate, you learn to close yourself up but when you meet new people you always try to be as open as possible. As the thunder boomed, you squeaked, jumping in the air. Hurrying your steps, you were glad to have found Mr Park’s door open. Quickly sliding through the tiny gap between the wall and the door, you rounded circles on the floor with your blanket in tow. Making quick work of a makeshift bed, you huddled in your little barrier and fell back asleep. 

At least you had some form of comfort that you weren’t alone in the storm. 

The second time you were woken up was by the feeling of being lifted up. You felt your head roll between two large palms that placed you on a soft cushion before leaving you. You recognized the heavy scent the place permeates. 

Fig and cedar - a woody and calming scent. 

Mr Park’s scent. 

You snuggled deeper into the silky material you were placed in you let yourself be pulled back into the dreamland. 

Seokjin had woken up in the middle of the night when thunder struck, his sleep-muggled brain only thinking about you. Only to nearly step on you as he found you cuddled up beside his bed. Seokjin had carefully picked you up, trying not to wake you, and placed you onto his pillow. Switching his pillow so that you’ll have the one he just laid on, he adjusted the blankets around you and fell back asleep. 

Now, Seokjin was in the process of making breakfast. Well, attempting to make breakfast. It isn’t that he can’t cook but rather he doesn’t know what to cook. He isn’t sure of your allergies, your likes and dislikes, your absolutely loves and hates. Sighing, Seokjin decided to just whip up simple souffle pancakes with some strawberries on the side. 

Seokjin quickly took out all the ingredients he needed - eggs, sugar, milk, almond flour (for easier digestion), and baking powder. 

Seokjin first separated the egg yolks from the egg whites, leaving the remaining unused egg yolks wrapped up in the fridge. He wished the egg yolks with sugar while slowly mixing in the milk. Proportionately sifting the flour and baking powder of the mixture, Seokjin made sure there were no clumps. Then, he placed the egg whites and baking powder in a mixer, slowly whipping them while adding sugar to make a glossy, thick meringue. Taking a third of the meringue, it was placed into the bowl of yolk mixture and Seokjin folded it in until a pale yellow colour. He repeated the process with the remaining meringue. 

Bending down, Seokjin took out a pan from the cabinets, hauling it up with the lid. After heating, he spread a thin layer of oil on the bottom of the pan. Then using an ice cream scooper, he scooped the batter on the pan in batches. Placing the lid over, it cooked for four minutes before opening to add another batch of batter on top of the current one and repeat the process of cooking. After another five minutes, Seokjin flipped the pancakes around and left them to cook for another four minutes. 

Carefully taking them out, Seokjin placed the washed and dried strawberries on top of the pancakes. Deciding that blueberries would do the colouring well, Seokjin took out a box and plated the sides. Only after deciding that they looked good did Seokjin throw the dirty dishes in the sink and head up to wake you. But you weren’t where he left you and he started fricking out, rushing into your room to find you dressed and… struggling to tie your hair?

You had turned to him with wide eyes, hands in your hair, trying to re-arrange them. Guess you were having a bad hair day. Seokjin willed his heart to calm down as he chuckled, slowly walking over to you, hands at his sides. 

“May I?” Seokji gestured to your hair. He didn’t want to overstep your boundaries again. 

You nodded. 

Seokjin braided your hair simply. During the whole time, you were fidgeting with your blankets and your dress, constantly biting your bottom lip. Seokjin’s hands landed on your shoulders after he finished braiding your hair and said, “Stop biting that lip, ham.”

Your brows furrowed. “Ham?” You asked him with the cutest pout on your lips. 

“Yep. It’s easier than two syllables ‘HamHam’ so just ‘Ham’.” 

You looked confused. Where did this come from?

“I am a hamster not a piece of ham.”

Seokjin burst out laughing. “Isn’t it shorter for Ham instead of Hamster?” Seokjin couldn’t stop laughing. You sounded so… pouty. 

“I am not a piece of ham!” 

Seokjin wiped his tears. “Of course, Ham.”

You huffed and jumped out of bed, completely forgetting why you were nervous before. Seokjin was glad to have managed to take your mind off some things. 

“Come on. I made breakfast and we will leave after that.”

“Leave?” You were back to looking scared. 

“Yes. We need to get you a new collar. A comfortable one.” Seokjin explained, hoping that you would understand the need. He hopes that one day, hybrids will be able to walk freely and be their own person rather than having to be dependent on ownership to survive. But for now, it is important for him to stake a claim on you so that you don’t get unnecessarily attacked. 

You nodded and the fumbling of your hands was back. 

“What’s wrong?”

You were hesitant. “Ehm… Wha…What’s for breakfast?”

“Souffé pancakes!” Seokjin beamed. “With as much whipping cream and maple syrup as you want. Of course not forgetting the side of strawberries and blueberries - wait, are you allergic to them?”

You shook your head. 

“Nice!” He held out a hand for you and almost swooned when you accepted it. “Let’s go!”

Hi everyone!!

Sorry for skipping the updates. Unlike Yoongi's fanfic "So What?" This series has not been completed. However, all the chapters posted have been edited and checked. It's currently the peak examination period and I will not be posting as often. This series will be updated every Monday only.

I will try to finish the series amidst the piling reports but no promises for now. I'm sorry 😭😭

One thing for certain is that I will try to give you the best I can:) I hope you all enjoy this series! Thank you for all the love you have given Yoongi's fanfic "So What?" as well. As for the oneshots usually posted on Thursdays, I have a few ready but in need of dire editing. So I hope you guys can give me some time and stay tuned for upcoming works.

Thank you for your patience and support!! 💜

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.”

I think the Initials are wrong in chapter 1 of tonight

It says MYG instead of KSJ!!

Oh my gosh... I didn't even realize until you told me. Thank you!! 😭💜💜

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 | MYG | Chapter 1

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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Seokjin was beyond exhausted. 

His team was beyond exhausted. 

But they couldn’t stop. They needed to pass through this first round smoothly to ensure that the rest of the meetings would not be a danger. Everybody has been up for weeks, searching and cracking codes, breaking streams and smashing boards. It was only a few hours ago that they finally managed to hack into the system and switch up names, landing them where they currently stand. Every single one of his men was in their headscape. 

Tired but alert. 

“Alright, we have gone through the plan again in the car.” Everyone nodded. “Any clarifications? Please do them now.” Nobody moved. 

Soekjin nodded. 

“Let’s go then.”

As the men queued accordingly, they took their time to walk to the entrance, observing the place. It was on a small section of the island - an unmarked territory. The building in front of them looks beautifully frightening. Its architecture could battle against one of a medieval church. On the outside, the building had flags rising high, fluttering against the wind. Its intriguing swirls and geometrical artworks can make anyone jealous. On the inside, what looked like was once a hall, was now transformed with counters of alcohol and stations of arcades. Pity the vibe of what is going down does not do the design of this place any justice.

“Park Seo-Jung ssi?” 

Seokjin tilted his head, a haughty, arrogant look he gave the bouncer as he led his team into the ring, not even bothering to acknowledge. As he side-eyed the security and their systems, they took their first leap of faith right into the lion’s den. 

The moment they stepped into the ring, Seokjin noted three things. One, loud screams and cheers were vibrating the space; Two, the smell of cigarettes, sex, and alcohol permeated the air; Three, the small, tiny being fighting in the ring was no predator. Seokjin had to physically stop himself from frowning at the way the prey was being pulled out of the ring, looking battered and bruised. 

“Sir, they cannot enter.”

Seokjin slowly turned his body around and used the heel of his shoe to throw an unexpected kick to the bouncer up his gut. The bouncer blanched and folded in half. He’s a scrawny little dude. The other bouncers started to surround the injured boy. Seokjin’s team also started to surround him as well, in a ready stance to fight when he stopped them. It would become deadly if they got into a fight. They were here to observe and gain insights into their opponent. 

“Enough of this.” Seokjin tuned his voice into a nasal, high-pitched voice. He let the arrogant annoyance seep through his words as he said, “I am here to bid, not play a game with little bouncers. Father had them follow me through unless you decide to put it up with him,” Seokjin glared daggers at the men. “Leave us.” He ordered. 

The bouncers stared at each other before taking a step back. Seokjin walked through the crowd that had formed to view the drama at the front door with his head up high. He had a face to keep and he would do it well. He was going to burn this place down just like how they burned his family’s late hybrid. Seokjin’s eyes burned behind their lids. Jimin was his brother, his best friend. His parents took him in at a young age and loved him just like he was their own. At first, Seokjin was jealous. Who wouldn’t be? At the age of eleven, his title of youngest was taken away. But over time, as the two of them played together, ate together, and slept together, an inseparable bond thrived between them. 

Seokjin was been the first one to travel to Seoul and pursue his acting career. Jimin followed him soon after to Hanyang University, pursuing dance. It was a snowy night when the both of them were setting up for a movie night and forgot the marshmallows. Seokjin appealed to go but Jimin said that he wanted to play with the snow. Who knew that it would end up with his car in flames and Jimin burned so much he was unrecognisable?

For the next few months, Seokjin was just floating. His grades slowly dropped as he started to cut off people from his life. Seokjin was numb. Seokjin was scared. 

And now that numbness and fear were projecting themselves at the arena. As the announcer raised the flags, the ferocious battle began and all he could see was your small form, efficiently dodging as many hits as came your way. But he could also see the dazed, crazed look in your eyes as you delivered each blow with minimal strength but maximum damage. 

She must have a good trainer for such a technique.

Seokjin would be jealous of such a highly-trained hybrid and beg you to teach him some tricks as well if it wasn’t for the one harsh blow that you took to the side of your head. 

Foul.

Yes, a foul. But this was an illegal ring. The bidders and trainers here are for money, not sport. So Seokjin did what he knew could be the only thing that would probably save you from being exterminated behind the scenes. His hand slapped the table, loud enough to gain the attention of the ones sitting near him. Raising the number lot, he shouted over the winning cheers of the ones who had won the bet and the loud, angry bellows of the ones who lost. From the ratio of the ones who won and lost, he bet that you had a large fan base. But before he could say anything, the announcer beat him to it. 

“Bidding for Ms L/N Y/N!” The announcer gave out. “Starting at $400 thousand Won!”

Bids constantly came in as Seokjin played the waiting game. 

“$700 Million Won!”

“$1 Million Won!”

“$1.45 Million Won!”

The arena fell into a pregnant silence. Seokjin looked over. Why would he bother to bid? 

“All right, $1.45 Million Won to Mr Kang Song-Cho. Going once, going twice -”

“$1.57 Million Won.” Seokjin confidently said. 

If time was moving in slow motion, he could see the widening of everybody’s eyes. But all he could see was the sneaky smirk that adorned his dongsaeng’s lips. Seokjin squinted his eyes at him. 

So he knew…

“All right! Sold to Mr Park Seo-Jung for $1.57 Million Won!”

Yoongi was so dead.

The pounding headache felt familiar. The aching limbs felt familiar. The dryness in your throat and mouth also felt familiar. 

What didn't feel familiar was the smells in the room, of the room, and the silken sheets beneath your touch. You turned to your side, away from the shining lights in the room. All you could remember from last night was losing a battle and being scolded, going into the next match without flushes of hormones, getting hit and then blacking out. You knew it was your fault for deciding to not block the incoming hit and gaining your first loss of the match but you didn't want 'in' any longer. The only way you figured an 'out' was to very obviously die. That was the only way you would leave and never come back. Who said you hadn't tried to sneak away all these years? Who said that you hadn't tried many other ways all these years? But every time unnecessary blood escaped your body, you were taken straight to the doctors and then back to the leader to get punished. So no, nothing has worked - nothing did work - nothing will work. So you did what you thought was best. 

Of course, you were back and left with fresh wounds and a pounding headache to deal with for your stupidity. Slowly, you cracked open your eyes and allowed them to adjust to the light. You thought that perhaps this was the floor of a cage but as you looked around, you saw smooth drapes and large spaces that were filled up with couches surrounding a small table. And then you saw yourself in a big, big bed wearing -

Your eyes enlarged. You - you were - 

You heard a door squeak open and you flug yourself backwards onto the bed frame. Instinctively, you put your hands up to shield yourself, hoping that whoever bought you would not be worse than the people at the ring and your trainer. You had a fairly normal childhood. Well, normal enough. As a prey, you were quite a social butterfly, always surrounded by people left and right. Predators and prey alike. Everybody was friends but nobody expected what their next breath could mean for them. You were all locked up in large rooms with bunk beds and study tables. None of you were allowed out - teachers came in to teach, food was served in the room, and everybody took turns using one washroom. 

Life was as normal as it could be. 

Keyword: as it can be.

As time moved on quicker than anybody expected, all of you grew up and as you hit the adolescent stage, you were all taken out of the room - never to return. When you were all younger, you had seen the older ones leave and never come back. This made all of you anticipate the excitement of finally seeing what it looks like outside. But nothing has ever prepared you for the day itself. 

It was the day when all of you were given a fixed set of responsibilities. From household, fighting, or even for sexual appeals. Each one of you was given a lot and individually pushed into rooms where you would be scrubbed, washed, and dressed beautifully. That day was the day that you smiled the biggest. 

But you wouldn’t have if you had known the life that it would take you. 

You were bidded under household. Nothing seems wrong and all of you were uncomfortably sold off as auction prizes. A household is not bad for a prey like you. But your owner was no prince in shining armour. Your owner was the head of the illegal black market ring. From a young, you lot were trained to have no feelings and thoughts for yourself. Everything was for your owners - both your mind and body. After the exchange in the auction, you no longer belonged to the facility and do not have a backup to go back to. So when your owner harshly yanked you from bed one night and shoved in you the backseat, all you could do was shiver in the winter cold and anticipate the worst. 

However, you have never thought that it would ever end up in this type of situation. Constant beatings, irrevocable wounds, blacking out - so many things. You were not born a fighter but built into one against your own will. If you chose to survive, you would fight. 

So you fought.

Some days, you wish you didn’t. 

Some days, you were glad you did. 

And some days, you wish you could just completely disappear from the face of the world. 

You clenched your eyes shut as you prepared for an incoming blow when the softest hands took yours in them. You semi-peeked open an eye, trying to see who it was. The most handsome face and plush lips you have ever seen stared back at you with a calming smile adorning them. The man’s hands were by no means soft like a lady’s. They held calluses at their knuckles and the base of his hands but they were soft. Or perhaps you were so deprived of touch and affection that you were just hallucinating. 

You were so entranced that you didn’t realise the both of you were in a compromising position and you were staring at him like a complete creep. You yanked your hands back onto your lap and scooted further away from him. You could see the smile on the man’s face drop before coming back up, acting as if nothing happened. Slowly, he got up from his position on the floor and walked over to one of the many doors in the room. 

“It’s good to see you finally awake. As your doctor assigned to you will not be able to make it here today, we shall go over to the clinic together instead.” The man stated, turning over to make a grand bow. “My name is Park Seo-Jung. You can just call me… Seo.”

The man’s smile was blinding. You wondered how happy he must be to be smiling so brightly like there was no care in the world - no burden on his shoulders. You nodded at the man, silent as ever. You never talked much after you got permanently transferred to the ring. It was better to be a loner than to make friends and then have to kill those friends just because of the bidding system. You would not be able to bear that insanity and blood on your hands if you did. 

You knew you wouldn’t.

Mr Park came out of the room holding two three hangers in his hands and … is that … women’s underwear? Just remembering, you looked back down to see what you were wearing and breathed in a deep breath. 

Your body and mind belong to your owner. 

Your whole being belongs to your owner.

You are nothing. 

Right. It is important to remember what you have been taught at the facility. It is not the first time and it most definitely wouldn’t be the last. You had to ensure that your guard is up wherever you go. 

“I will teach you a lesson that teachers never teach.” The calico cat, the eldest in the current dormitory, spoke up. He was the last few of his yearly batch to not have been taken out yet. “Walls have ears. Do not speak, do not cry. Do not show any form of weakness or they will be used against you.”

Back then, you didn’t understand what he meant. He was always a happy cat, prancing around and sleeping under table lamps. But he was also much smaller than the gender of his breed which caused his early throw out. You remember him being not much older than you when he got suddenly ripped away from you. You remembered you had a nightmare the night before, roughly waking everybody up with your cries. The cat had brought his blanket along with him, trailing them to your bed and cuddling with you. 

That was the last time you ever received a hug. You remembered his soft snores that lulled you back to the realm of the Netherlands and arms that encased you, making your small form cuddle against him securely. You had woken up to see him fighting the people in the facility but stopped when he managed to untangle himself from the blanket. That night, you were inconsolable. You had lost a silent best friend and all that he left was his blanket that he never let anybody touch. Now, anywhere you go, that blanket follows you everywhere. 

“I was afraid that suddenly introducing you to a lot of choices could give you a scare, so I picked out what I think would be comfortable for the trip down.” The man placed the clothes on the foot of the bed. “I’m going to set the table for lunch. You can come out whenever you’re ready. If you need help, you can just knock on your door.” 

You nodded, grateful for the privacy that you are being provided with. Since young, privacy was never a thing and you expected none here as well. But somehow, you were relieved that your first few hours… weren’t going as badly as you expected them to be. It certainly gave you a good break for your bones.