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Finding My Pack

Alpha!OT7 & Omega!Reader

Omegas are rare. Rarer than rare. Try one out of a hundred might possibly be an omega. So when the Euphoria Pack has a dinner meeting for a potential business partnership imagine their surprise when the find an omega being locked away like she’s some sort of disease.

Alphas are born for one purpose and one purpose only: to worship their omega.

Apparently her father and brothers didn’t get the memo.

Scent sympathetic, I always thought it was a myth until her. Until she climbed me like a fucking tree and pressed her nose against my scent gland. Once I smelled her, once she was in my arms, my body just knew. I can’t leave her. I’d never let her go and no one else can have her.

The perfect woman. Right before my fucking eyes. Those lips, those sweet eyes, that adorable, if not a little scared smile, that fucking body. Built just for me and my other pack brothers.

Mine, mine, mine! Every cell in my body screamed it with frantic need.

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At Your Service

Escort!Jeongguk x CEO!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Angst, Fluff, Cold Heartedness, Emotional Trauma, Healing, Smut, Dark Humor

Warnings For This Chapter: A Misunderstanding, Early Angst Babies, Backstory Drama Begins

Chapter 4.

When you first step out of the car, the scent of manure and nature smacks you in the face like a tidal wave but there’s something comforting about it.

Knowing you’re about to see animals that took up so much of your imagination during your childhood feels practically euphoric in a way… Not that you’d ever reveal that to the outside world.

“You look lovely, by the way.” Jeongguk breathes, closing your door for you.

“Thank you, Jeongguk,” you whisper, fixing your long black gloves.

“Just Guk.”

“Huh?” you inquire, lifting your sunglasses to the top of your head.

“Just call me Guk. All my friends do.”

Oh.

How fucking dangerous is that? You’re on friend terms now.

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Pls do it 💔

I’m on my knees begging for you to write a part 2 to menace( only if you want to no pressure to do anything) but I would malfunction you did

i have so many wips and part twos to write, and as much as i get kinda tired that ppl use "write part two" as my only form of feedback, im not so upset about it regarding this fic bc like.....low key i kinda wanna continue it............

Yoongi: Eat The Rich (Intro)

In which Yoongi isn't actually interested in you. And you're absolutely not interested in him.

Tags/Warnings: cat hybrids Yoongi & mc, Violence, murder, strangers to lovers, blood, angst, graphic descriptions of violence, adult themes, fluff, romance, suggestive themes such as making out and dry humping haha but no smut in this sorry

Length: Long

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He's seen you around before.

You usually just.. exist all by yourself, as if the world around you simply doesn't. You don't have a place to stay- he knows this, because you just told him so as he sits next to you, cigarette between his lips while you snack on a small bag of crunchy and salty snacks. "Where'do you keep all your shit then?" He asks, flicking the burning cigarette, red hot bits flying off, glowing brightly in the dark of night.

"Nowhere." You answer quietly. It's another thing that's stuck with him; your voice is so soft and quiet, something he himself isn't used to anymore, or has ever been. It haunts him just like your scent, your tail faintly brushing against his own absentmindedly. "Don't have anything." You shrug, licking your fingers before diving back in for another piece in the bag.

"Why?" He asks, unsure. Everyone has things. Clothes at least, or maybe a blanket, anything to sleep on- where do you sleep at night anyways? He's not sure why he's so interested in you these days. Maybe its because you're one of the rare hybrids that follows the idea of independence- something he does himself as well. It's illegal, considering a hybrid can't live on their own without a human owner- but he, his group, and many others offer protection to any hybrid wanting to follow that idea.

It's your right, his right- and so it's only natural he does what he does, even if he has to use violence often. It's not a part he enjoys a lot. But it's what it is, down the line.

"They can't take what you don't have." You simply mumble, licking your lips as you adjust the bag, shaking it to collect the crumbs to pour them into your mouth.

Yoongi quietly shrugs and nods in agreement. You probably have it a lot harder as a female hybrid on the streets. He's offered a place to sleep at one of the warehouses his gang uses- but you've refused, explaining that you've been too trusting in the past, now tainted forever with the fear of being betrayed again. You don't know him, he doesn't know you- so it's not that dumb of an answer, he has to admit.

So he doesn't offer it again, but rather tries to keep an eye out for you whenever he can.

"You wanna have another one?" He asks you, referring to your little bag of snacks- but you shake your head, standing up before stretching, tail curling up before relaxing. Yoongi is sure the night won't be comfortable in that dress of yours, temperatures not exactly warm at all.

"No, thank you." You shake your head. "I'm getting tired, so I'll be on my way to find a place to sleep." You explain yourself, and watch him look at you intently.

You know that look by now, You know he wants to ask you, but he doesn't. It's something you appreciate and enjoy about him- he respects you, and it's unusual for you to be on the receiving end of such an act. He's bad news, you know he is- but he's also one of the only somewhat nice men you've ever met, be it a hybrid or a human. "At least try and stay somewhere under a roof. It's probably gonna rain soon." He mumbles more or less to himself, lighting another cigarette.

And you just laugh a little to yourself as you walk off.

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You're staring into nothingness, and he wonders what you might be thinking.

He's currently downtown to scare some people that have been awfully nervous these past few days, just to make sure everyone stays in line for now until he can do something about those ongoing investigations. It's always a rather stressful situation whenever law enforcement gets a whiff of him anywhere- but Yoongi is usually on the longer end of the rope, considering the amount of people in pretty high up places he's got bribed and tied into his own noose.

They know that if Yoongi get's caught, everyone will be pulled with him. And those people he's got under his claws are all too obsessed with their own wealth and comfort to really realize the bigger picture that's being drawn here. Yoongi might be called nothing but a streetcat- but he's the real apex predator here, simply playing with his prey.

You however seem tired.

He wonders if you've slept at all in the last 24 hours- probably not, if he has to make a guess. There's a huge festival currently going on, people partying till late night and early mornings, to there's really no way for you to find a quiet or secluded place to sleep at. And you also don't want to go with anybody for favors- you're not yet at that stage, he assumes.

They've not broken you yet, but it's only a matter of time.

"Just give him a fake hint, something to buy me some fucking time." Yoongi gruffly says to one of his members, irritated by the latest developments of his situation.

"I'm sorry Yoongi-" The man offers. "-but I won't be doing that."

It all happens incredibly fast. Suddenly he's on the ground, hissing while his presumed gangmember tries to stab him, knife impaling the floorboards next to Yoongi's head before the guy rips it out to try again, a hand on the hybrid's neck now cutting off any air supply, effectively choking him. It's then that he can see something like a rope being used to pull the guy off of him, and Yoongi uses that moment to catch his breath, painfully drawing in air as his ears ring for a moment, vision white and unfocused.

Only when his senses return does he notice the commotion going on, a noise he himself has heard all too often happening, before something clatters to the ground. He can only watch helplessly for a moment as you're being dragged away by your hair, something happening outside he can't tell.

You were ready to kill for him. Willing to save his life, even though Yoongi has never done anything for you in return except talk to you sometimes.

And now you're paying the price, as he blacks out for what feels like just a second.

"Yoongi!" Someone calls out, multiple other gangmembers flocking inside the storage room to check on the situation, helping him sit up. He shakes them off with a short nod, simply silently telling them that he's alright, before he makes his way over to the knife that's left on the scene, blood splatters on the ground clearly proof of damage being done, and he internally hopes dor a second that none of it is yours-

though his sense of smell tells him that there's a trace of you here as well.

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He's pretty much on the hunt for you.

Combing the area with one of his most trusted friends who's also a licensed doctor, having formerly worked in an emergency department at a hospital in another town. He's a little on edge, considering the fact that he finds blood traces of you here and there- but they're all cold and dried. "Are you sure she didn't like, hide in an apartment or something?" Namjoon questions, and Yoongi shakes his head.

"I'm sure." He reaffirms himself, sighing in frustration as he looks around. He doesn't know you well enough to be able to tell where you might've gone- but as a cat hybrid himself he can completely understand your behavior. It's natural for him as well to hide away if he's been injured, instincts forcing those actions onto him, so it's no wonder you've vanished.

And worse for him; considering that you're a hybrid avoiding law enforcement, you're pretty damn skilled at hiding.

Time, however, is ticking. It's only been a few hours, but he himself knows from experience how fast you can be fine before your body crashes. He's got to find you, pay you back somehow by saving your life in return, or at least attempt to help you, because he's promised himself no one would ever have to die for him.

And he's not going to break that promise anytime soon, not if he can change it.

He's roaming around the quietest outskirts of town, searching abandoned sheds and small shelters, when he stops in one of the larger abandoned factory halls. There's a trace of your scent, mixed with the irony smell of blood-

When a drop hits his shoulder, making him look up.

"How the hell did she even get up there?" Namjoon asks no one in particular, astonished, having found you as well. You've somehow managed to climb onto the large metal support structures a little higher up, but for Yoongi, it's not really about how you've gotten up there-

But how he's gonna get you down.

"Hey-" he calls up, and your ears move for a second, tired eyes looking down at him as you look away almost grumpy about his presence. "How- I know you don't want to but you gotta get your ass down!" He tells you, though all he gets is a swipe of your tail, some blood on the very tip of it being tossed onto the ground below at his feet. "Come on, you're hurt- I just wanna help!" He tries again.

"Dont want it." You rasp quietly. You don't say you don't need it- because you're not stupid. You know you need it. But in the past every single time you've accepted it, help has always come with some sort of shit for you to do afterwards. It's never just a kind gesture, but rather a business exchange almost.

And all you ever had to offer was yourself.

"Just lemme.." you don't continue your sentence, suddenly awfully sleepy. It's like you're drunk, pain momentarily lifting as you close your eyes.

"She's unconscious." Namjoon notices, the sight of you having instantly switched on his medical instincts to access the situation. "Very pale, shallow breathing. There's a large stain of blood on her right side and-"

"Yeah yeah do that later, how the fuck do we get her down?" Yoongi cuts him off angrily, already looking around to find a way to get to you. "Fuck.!" He curses to himself, before a noise is heard from above him.

"She's slipping-" Joon calls out, but thankfully, Yoongi had already noticed, catching you somewhat without causing more harm.

Thank God you weren't that high up.

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Yoongi is watching with crossed arms how his best friend is wiping your blood off of his hands.

Namjoon had tried to convince Yoongi to bring you to an actual emergency room- but the cat hybrid knows you'd never forgive him if he did. They'd immediately put you in government care, lock you in and keep you there, taking your freedom away from you.

He won't be doing that. He knows he himself would rather die than be put in a place like that ever again.

"I was right, thankfully." Namjoon nods after a little while, watching how you breath a lot more deeply now. "None of her injuries were life threatening yet- but a few more hours and I'd say she'd be in a different position." He offers, sighing as he watches you breathe calmly, sleep holding you hostage especially with all the pain relief Namjoon had been offering you just in case.

Yoongi nods, as Namjoon moves to clean up the stitched cut on your tail, wrapping gauze around it carefully.

He trusts his friend after all, having been saved from the grasp of death by this young man. He's his most vital member, because without him, things would've gone entirely south at this point in time. "Do we have any info on where the fucker is yet?" Yoongi asks Jungkook, a young dog hybrid walking in.

"I've traced him back quite a good while, but I've lost his scent in the city. He most likely showered somewhere and discarded his clothes." The youngest member of the group offers a bit defeated. "Sorry."

"Better than nothing. Give Jin a rough location where he might've changed, and tell Hoseok to keep an eye on the area. He might not have gone that far yet." Yoongi mumbles, his own eyes focused only on you and your softly rising and falling chest.

He knows, deep down, there's a connection to you that's undeniable. But he also knows that he doesn't want it to force anything onto either of you.

Time will tell what will happen to the both of you.

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"I have no idea.." namjoon sighs, just as surprised and horrified as Yoongi is looking at the scene.

They've left you alone for the night, and today, early morning, you're gone. "She's just as wild as you it seems.." Namjoon says, carefully picking up some of the fallen down equipment that had been attached to you at some point.

It didn't surprise him all that much, the more he thinks about it.

You've shown yourself to be extremely cautious, and in some way, it makes him a bit less worried about you being out there all on your own. He's tried to help you- and you clearly don't want the help, so when Jungkook asks to go out and track you down, he shakes his head at the young dog hybrid. "She'll reach out when she wants to." Yoongi simply says. "No use in forcing it."

And so he lets you go, doesn't search for you, because in the end, you do end up reaching out to him all on your own.

Silently, he holds out half of a peeled tangerine to you, who quietly sits down next to him, some space in between you both. You take it, without saying anything, your tail curling around you securely as you eat the sweet fruit.

"You could've stayed, you know." He says after a moment, watching together with you how a human women yells something at another guy about him buying the bread she wanted.

"Hmhm." You hum. "Cause I'm your mate n' all.." you mumble quietly, making him click his tongue, crossing his arms while his cat ears turn back in annoyance.

"No." He denies. "Cause you saved my life." He reminds you, and you lean your head to the side, seemingly having to think about it.

"Dont remember." You shrug, though he can sense you're just making a joke. The gauze around your tail is still in place, after all, scratches on your cheek still visible as the blood scabs still remain.

"Dont care." He argues back stubbornly. "I do."

"Must've dreamed it." You answer, picking away the white from the piece of tangerine. "You're old after all." You jab. "Can't tell apart what happened and what didn't."

"I'm not fucking old." He growls, a little caught off guard by your playful attitude tonight. "...not even thirty." He mumbles to himself, making you laugh.

That sound, soft and quiet, makes his ears snap towards you to catch all of it as it happens.

Maybe he's more caught up in this whole mate-thing than he thought he was.

Maybe he's got a crush on you.

Maybe.

Just a little.

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Missing yoongi :( could you post an audio of him? I don't have special requests, anything would make me happy

Lazy Moans / Min Yoongi

Tough to find anything yoongi tbh... so for now, sorry ppl who want rougher stuff!