Yoongi: Eat The Rich (2)

Yoongi: Eat The Rich (2)

Yoongi has been called a lot; wild, insane, dangerous: but never has one seen him excited, happy- and in love.

Tags/Warnings: cat hybrids Yoongi & mc, Violence, murder, strangers to lovers, blood, angst, graphic descriptions of violence, adult themes, fluff, romance, detective Min is introduced oh my

Length: Long

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"I hate that I never know where you sleep." Yoongi growls a little, opening the bottle of juice for you before you take it from him, eagerly drinking the cold beverage. You've both grown closer since everything happened, and Yoongi has made it clear to you that while you're clearly mates, that doesn't mean that you're obligated to love him.

You sigh as your lips leave the bottle, legs stretching out a little before you lean back, your head tilting towards him with am impish little grin. "Why?" You challenge. "Cause you wanna cuddle, s' that it?" You tease, and he chuckles.

"Maybe, if you're into that." He bites back, and your eyes widen for a split second before you occupy yourself with your drink again, looking away from him.

It's something that amuses him greatly.

You're pretty cheeky, a brat all the way, but whenever he gives you answers like that, you show that he's capable of getting under your skin with ease. But you don't let him have you that easily- and it excites him, the way you have him work for it.

"Hm, Yoongi?" You ask, empty bottle at your feet while you're now laying on your back uncaring of your clothes getting dirty, looking at him while your tail swirls around. "Can you buy me Naengmyeon?" You ask, eyes all round and sparkling.

"Thought you didn't wanna go on a date with me." He teases, looking down at where you're laying, part of your stomach showing. He feels weirdly protective of you showing such a vulnerable part of your body like this, wants to reach out and pull down your shirt to cover you, but you're not his to protect yet. He's got no right to touch you with such intentions.

Yet.

"Pfff." You pout at him, crossing your arms as your foot kicks the bottle away. "Dont be mean.." you mumble, and he shakes his head laughing.

"Am I?" He questions, standing up from where he was sitting next to you. "Come on then, get your ass up." He says, getting out his cigarettes to light one up, while you jump into a standing position, tumbling into him however. And for a second, he wants to joke, tease even- but he notices how you have to visibly regain yourself, blood pressure having probably tumbled down from your quick movements.

But you don't ever let him see you vulnerable, clearly used to covering up any weaknesses you might have. "Last one at the restaurant has to pay!" You yell out, running off laughing, while he sighs, opening his arms in defeat.

"I have to pay anyways!" He yells after you-

Though he does start to dash after you, uncaring of people looking at you both oddly.

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"Tell me about him." The cleanly dressed detective asks, standing behind the table across from you, leaned forwards on the edge of it.

"You guys must love chaining pretty girls up in here like this." You say, leaning forwards to push out your cleavage as if to prove your point. "Play bad cop all you want if it's fun for you." You shrug, setting back into your chair.

"You'll sing like a bird soon, don't worry." The man chuckles, watching you like he's got you all figured out. "They all do at some point." He claims.

"I won't." You simply answer, before leaning forwards again, so close you can clearly see the indent from the scar in his face. "Wanna know why?" You ask, and he doesn't move an inch.

"Humor me." He challenges lowly, and you break into a grin.

"Cause the cat eats the bird, never the other way 'round." You giggle, moving away from him again.

"You don't seem to be bothered to be here." The man simply moves on, opening a folder with documents. "I guess because you're more than familiar with the interior of this room." He shrugs, now finally sitting down. "Multiple acts of theft, driving without a license, arson, attempted manslaughter. You've spent some time but got released due to good behavior." He reads aloud, and you don't move a single muscle as you hear those things. "Would be a shame if we had to put you back into a shelter again, no? After all, you strays love living on the streets."

"And you love pretending to be human." You giggle, making the man's eyes sharpen significantly. "Oops, did that hit a nerve?" You tilt your head.

"Where the fuck is Min Yoongi." He asks yet again, hands flat on the table.

"Who knows." You shrug. "None of my business."

"Bullshit." He slaps the tabletop, standing up again. "You're fucking him, so you know where he is." He barks at you angrily, and you laugh.

"Maybe in his dreams I am!" You laugh, head leaning back before you look at the detective again. "You really do know nothing. You're so desperate to find your baby brother, it's cute-"

"That is not my brother!" He yells, visibly getting heated now, before he takes a deep breath and sits down again. "How do you know?" He wants to know.

"A bird sang it to me." You simply shrug, watching him.

"Stop fucking around." He suddenly says, pushing the table to the side in a rough manner before he holds onto the arm rests of your chair, face only inches away from you. "I've got free reign to do whatever I want to get any Intel I need, so I'll ask once again, one last fucking time because I'm nice-" he snarls. "How do you know?"

"You smell just like him." You whisper almost, and his gaze stays on you as if it's a camera lens trying to get the focus right. "I just assumed you were, and got it right by pure luck." You shrug, never pulling away from him, even though he's so close your nose could touch any second now. "Do you hate him because he's a hybrid? Or because he at least knows what he is, where he belongs? Must be confusing to be a cat with nothing to show for it." You say, and for once you don't sound like you're mocking him.

No, there's almost a hint of true pity in there.

"Bet the officers at the station talk shit about you behind your back all day." You say, cat ears twitching a little. "Probably mock you, too. Is that why you hate your brother so much? So the humans like you?" You wonder, your tail gently swaying behind you. "You're acting like a child, bullying others just to be the cool kid. What does that say about your character, detective Min?" You ask, and he chuckles, gaze dropping down to your lips before it raises again to your eyes. There's something else in his eyes now, something heated, as he retreats, closes your folder.

"I'll find him." He says, looking back at you as he walks around your chair, keys jingling as he moves behind you, hands on your wrists. "And I'll find you, too." He hums into your ear, chuckling at the surprised face of yours when he simply opens your handcuffs, opening the door. "Go." He orders, and you stand up, now visibly confused and wary as you walk towards the exit of the room- but he just looks after you, never breaking his gaze on you-

Not even once you leave the station, detective Min still watching you from the windows, arms crossed and smirk on his lips.

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"You never told me you had a brother." You say, and Yoongi chokes on his bottled water, both from the scare of you speaking put of nowhere, and the words you'd said.

You're leaning over the edge of the shabby ceiling of the small shed he'd rented out as a second safehouse if anything was to happen, watching him standing down ok the ground, now looking up at you with angrily furrowed brows.

"What the fuck?" He asks, probably both as a genuine question, and as an accusation to scaring him. "And also stop sneaking up on me you creep." He tells you, wiping his mouth.

"Sorry. But it's funny." You giggle, visibly at ease with him now.

"How'd you hear of that?" Yoongi wonders.

"Oh, got arrested last night, dragged into the police station. The detective looked like you, and smelled kind of similar to you too, so I just guessed." You shrug, leaning your chin on your hands.

"Yeah well I don't consider him my brother at all, so don't ever bring that bastard up again." He shakes his head, crossing his arms. "Son of a bitch thinks he's someone special." He mumbles more or less to himself, not looking at you anymore.

It's silent for a moment, until you talk again. "Sorry." You simply say, and he looks up at you hearing that.

"Its okay." He sighs, before properly turning towards you. "Now, will you come down, or..?" He asks, and you perk up at that, easing his mind immediately. He likes seeing you happy.

And that's not because he's your mate.

"Or..?" You ask teasingly. "Will you come and get me instead?" You wonder, and he furrows his brows.

"Absolutely not, I had to beat someone up today and my muscles hurt." He argues, shaking his head.

"Heeh, what muscles huh?" You tease, squinting your eyes as if to try and spot them. "You've got such noodle arms, what muscles are you talking about?" You laugh, making him growl a bit down on his spot, his arms crossed and tongue pushed against the inside of his cheek.

"Your game doesnt work with me love." He simply tells you. "Get down yourself, let's go grab a bite to eat." He says, watching you move around to have your legs dangle off the edge of the roof, the height now ending up making him a little uneasy after all- stepping forward to catch you mid-fall, your hands on his shoulder while his arms are wrapped around your legs, holding you.

And you grin down at him, sparkle in your eyes warm with a hint of something more intimate in them. "Hm, I'll take it back." You say a lot quieter now, no need to talk loudly with the close proximity you're both in, before you kiss his forehead, breaking free of his grip after stunning him with your actions.

"Come on, old guy!" You laugh, a jump in your step as he walks next to you, colorful lanterns and neon signs leading the way, while Yoongi thinks about what you've said.

Him and his brother had been like this for years now, probably ever since he could think of. If he's got his eyes on you now, there's a high chance he will try and use you against him- and it worries Yoongi, because he knows deep down that it would work. He's too invested in you at this point to just sacrifice you to safe himself any longer, no matter if mate or not. Even if he wasn't, he couldn't just leave you alone any longer.

There's something about you he can't explain. Maybe it's the way you just seem.. raw. No mask, no sugarcoating, no act put up to please him or the people around you. You have fun with no regards if people find you weird, you run if you want to, stay still if you feel like it. You're in a way what he himself always thought being free meant down the line. You don't hurt anybody- you just live.

And these days, you kind of evolved, too. From the silent and withdrawn stray that would occasionally spend some time with him, to what you show him now; someone who didn't deserve the harsh treatment this world offered you, someone who doesn't deserve the constant problems thrown your way.

He orders your favorite, sits down with you at a table, watches the streets outside like a guard dog ready to act if something was to happen. He doesn't know what he's waiting for, doesn't know what's to come-

But the scarred face looking at him, man with his hands in his pockets, reminds him of the ever so present danger, just waiting to strike. Yoongi tenses up for a second, before he watches the detective simply walk off, disappearing into the crowd, vanishing out of sight.

"Is your place big?" You wonder, snapping him out of his thoughts as he looks at you, eating your cold noodles with red chopsticks.

"Hm, it depends what you call big." He shrugs. "Guess you'd have to see for yourself?" He wonders, leaning back in his chair as you lift the bowl, savoring every last bit of your meal before you set it back down, licking your lips.

"Guess so." You shrug, not looking at him.

"Is that your way of telling me you wanna stay with me tonight?" He chuckles, and you shrug again, clearly a bit shy- it's new, and he decides that he loves the way you squirm in your seat a bit, unable to look at him.

"Maybe.." you mumble, finally looking at him. "But no funny business!" You accuse, making him lift his hands in playful defeat.

"I'll keep my hands to myself, promise." He laughs. "I can be a gentleman too, you know." He offers, and you cringe. "What?"

"You? A gentleman." You tease, shaking your head.

"You just don't give me a chance to be one, you brat." He grins, tilting his head. "Give me a chance and I might just show you how nice I can be." He offers, and you're not sure if he means it or not.

"..." You're not sure what to answer, when he reaches out to pull the chopsticks out of your hands, placing them onto the table instead. "Guys like you aren't nice." You mumble, and he chuckles.

"True." He agrees. "But I could be just for you."

"You're really tied up in this whole mate-stuff." You giggle, but he shakes his head.

"Even if we weren't, I'd say the same things." He tells you. "It just gave me an extra push to talk to you, that's all." The cat hybrid shrugs, and you scan his body language for any hint of a lie.

But there's none.

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His place is neither big nor small, but surprisingly vibrant.

"I like the view." You say, watching the streets below. "Its cozy." You comment, looking over at Yoongi who's throwing some pillows and a blanket on a mattress.

"Yeah, but don't sleep near the windows." He mumbles. "You never know what sick fuck might try and shoot you in your sleep." He says mostly to himself, something that makes you wonder if such an attempt on his life had ever been made. It's possible with a life like his- and in a way, it makes you worry that one day he'll be taken out like this, dragged away from you.

You're not sure if you can handle that. He's gotten too close to not be bothered by this chance of things happening.

"Where do I sleep then?" You ask, watching how he shrugs.

"Right here? I don't know.." he says, scratching the back of his neck.

"Where do you sleep?" You ask, and he points to another few stacked up mattresses in a corner, and you nod, dragging the mattress closer to that spot. "What-" he starts, though doesn't finish his sentence.

"I.. uhm, I mean, I wanted to stay here to feel safe after all, and.. you know." You try and explain, and he laughs, watching you sit down on the mattress, slipping off your shorts and socks, leaving you in only your top. The glimpse of your naked skin is shortened though, because you quickly crawl under the blanket, your back turned towards him a clear sign that you want to sleep.

So he gets ready for bed himself as well, careful not to make too much noise in case you fell asleep at any point.

And for the first time in years, you sleep deeply, even dream-

For once, the dream being of nothing but happy things.

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Jungkook: Warm Hands 🔞

In which sometimes, he just wants to be closer.

Tags/warnings: Smut, Subspace, Slow paced, protected sex, some dom/Sub elements, he's more of a leading person than a dom tho if that makes sense

Jungkook likes to hold you.

He enjoys physical contact; though he's not big on hand holding, he likes to keep at least some form of contact with you whenever he's got you around; sitting you on his lap whenever there'sa chance to or on his thigh (which ultimately leads to him bouncing you around on it just for the fun), hugging you from behind, or having your legs over his lap while he watches TV.

Jungkook also likes to be held.

That's why he'd been absolutely bewildered when you'd told him how you didn't want to come off as clingy when he'd noticed the way you didn't seem to enioy his touch for a long time during your relationship. He'd blamed it on things simply bring new- simply thought you needed some time to get comfortable with him.

Against what the public might believe, he's neither scared nor awkward around women; he knows he can sometimes see a bit too confident, maybe even intimidating.

But then you'd kissed, had sex, and you still seemed to hold back and even try and put distance between you two, especially when someone else was around.

But after a much needed talk, after finally breaking that wall, the entire relationship had become so much more intimate in every way.

From the nights he'd spent wrapped up in your arms (as best as you could manage, there's a lot of him to hug after all) to the nights tangled up in the sheets chasing each other's breaths and pleasure. And the more you both explored, the more you learned, the more closer you became; in every way.

At this point, there's nothing to worry about when he's with you.

He takes great pride in it too; his own ego boosted whenever he remembers the small details in your behavior. How you'll stay close to him, how he'd learned from mutual friends how you've never been this attached to anyone ever before- he loves it.

He loves you.

He loves that there's no shyness or embarrassment between you two anymore either; he can be straightforward and blunt, doesn't have to think much about his words or actions, because he knows you, and he knows that you know him too. He can joke freely, he can say things others might give him an odd look for, he can vent and be angry and complain and be petty about something.

He can let it all out when with you.

Hell, you both sometimes walk around the apartment butt ass naked and it just feels normal.

But he especially loves moments like this; when he's got you underneath him buried in his pillows and bedsheets, eyes hazy and hands clinging onto his wrists- his own pressed down onto the mattress next to your body to keep himself upright. You're lost in pleasure, in the pleasure he gives you, floating and happy and with your head filled with nothing but him.

He feels honored to be able to help you reach a mindset like this.

He knows how to do it, knows how to handle it, knows when you need it. It's in a way his own way of repaying you all of the care you give him, the long nights you stay awake just to be able to go to sleep with him together, the early mornings you get up no matter how tired you are just to make sure to tell him to drive safely.

He's good at singing, but he's not good with his words; so he lets his actions speak instead.

You're both wearing nothing, having technically agreed to take a bath together; but jungkook admits happily that he can't get enough of you sometimes. Seeing you undress, your skin bare for only his eyes to see does something to him. He can't help himself.

And he knows you don't mind.

So instead of relaxing in the tub, you're both still in bed; breathing heavily, your moans so soft and his own voice unable to keep quiet either. He's not holding back anything; gentle hips moving with the elegance of the dancer he is, while still reminding you of his strength with every thrust. Just like always;

He likes to be close.

He likes to bury himself as deep as he can inside you, likes the sight of your chest moving in any rhythm he sets for the two of you. While he favors romantic times like these, he knows he can sometimes be the exact opposite.

Like that one time he'd rushed home after a concert overseas, knowing you're in his hotel room waiting for him. His adrenaline still high, blood still rushing, he'd held you high against the door; lips eagerly chasing yours, hands gripping your thighs before he'd moved you both to the bed. His fingers had dug into your skin in his haste, marks later blossoming on your neck where he couldn't contain himself, body sore after the second round that finally wore him out, letting himself relax in your hold.

But right now, he's got time; right now, there's no rush, only comfort, only the connection he shares with you.

His body is glistening with a slight sheen of sweat, but its fine; he knows you don't mind. The necklace he'd forgotten to take off dangles from his neck, swaying like a pendulum before it hits his collarbone every time he moves himself in a certain way. You can feel the way he slides in and out of you; how he almost backs out fully, just the head of his length staying inside, before he'd push himself back in, making your head spin and body tingle. Your legs move to wrap around his slim waist, a sign for him to move a bit faster- he knows what you want to say even if you don't sat it verbally after all. So he angles his legs a bit differently, front of his thighs pressed against the backs of your own, before he intertwines his fingers with yours, hands holding onto your own as he uses them to pull you closer to him. He's sitting up now, muscles in his lower abdomen contracting as he finally picks up his pace. You've thrown your head back into the pillows, exposing your neck to him, the delicate necklace he'd given you as a gift for your birthday two years prior decorating it perfectly. The little gem that hangs from the thin chain lays right in between your collarbone, resting there and sparkling as if to conquer the way your eyes shine whenever you're fascinated with him.

But it could never rival your eyes, in his opinion.

You're so pretty like this, holding onto his hands like he's your lifeline, and he likes to believe he is, because you're certainly his at this point. Even the things you don't like about your physical appearance are pretty to him- there's nothing he'd ever see as a downside to you.

He clenches his jaw as he feels his own peak approaching, teeth biting down on the inside of his lower lip as he lets go of one of your hands, placing his fingers right where he knows you need them. It makes you jump a little, mouth opening but the moan you let out is breathless, almost silent, as your core clenches around his cock, giving him the push he needed to spill his seed.

He's slow again, lazily moving, riding out your highs as he leans over you, face buried in the crook of your neck before he brushes your hair out of your face, kissing you with need. "I love you." He chants into your ear, his way of bringing you back into consciousness, softly, gently, with absolute care. "Good thing we didn't fill up the bath yet." He chuckles, staying inside you for a moment longer as he talks. "The water would be cold by now. But I like to take my time with you." He mumbles, your hands slowly exploring his skin again, as you take a deep breath to calm yourself back down. "Our quickies are pretty hot too, not gonna lie-" He jokes, kissing your cheek until you giggle in response. "But I like this most." He says.

He moves a bit to look at you better, and you smile. "Hey." You say simply, and he grins boyishly, pecking your nose.

"Hey." He replies, making you smile too.

"I'm getting cold." You complain playfully, and he snorts in response, before he slips out, making you and him cringe a bit at the feeling of loss. Tying the condom, he shakes his sweat-stained hair out of his face before he gets up to wrap a tissue around it, before he walks out the room, presumably to discard of it in the main bin in the kitchen. When he comes back, he eagerly jumps on the bed, barely missing your form as the bed creaks in protest. "Kook! You're gonna break it one day!" You laugh, and he simply shrugs, before picking you up to bring you into the bathroom.

"Thats kind of a life-goal of mine, not gonna lie." He says, putting you down in the tiled room before he moves to start the water. "But like, not from jumping on it." He winks, and you roll your eyes, arms crossed in front of you.

He's really something else.

important reminder from Yoongi ♡♡♡

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𝔾𝕠𝕕'𝕤 ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕟 - 1

- Royality - Demigod!JK - War - Angst - Smut - Forbidden Romance - Angel!Reader -

" As the son of a god, he's not supposed to participate in war- that's what the angels are for- bowing down at every command, and shielding him from any harm. But maybe its time for a change. Maybe its time for him to protect his angel instead. "

"You're not being serious." Jungkook growls, before he swings the wooden sword harder against yours; the attack effortlessly blocked by you.

After practically begging for an eternity, he'd finally been allowed basic combat training. It's unheard of; but then again, jungkook is already a lot of things no one's ever known before. With his mother being a mere human, and his father being a God, he's already a special being in itself. Technically, a human woman isn't able to carry out a God's child- but there he was, thriving and growing stronger every day. "Come on, stop blocking-!" He grits out, as you push your own wooden replica of a weapon in a skilled manner, disarming the young demigod.

"I've been tasked with basic combat training, your highness." You say to the heavily breathing jungkook. "I'd be beheaded of I ended up harming you in any way." You tell him, stepping back as he picks up his wooden weapon. He's not happy- its clear as day, not only from his look. He's still not yet in full control of his powers; the room cooling down significantly at his inner disappointment of the entire situation, making you shiver. He himself probably doesn't even notice.

"We're alone here." He scolds, and you look away from his gaze- unable to stand a confrontation like that. "For an Angel you sure love disobeying requests I give." He tells you, stepping closer to you. His presence is suffocating, not only because it's just him, hug because it's so wrong for you to feel the way you do at his proximity. "What is it about me that makes it so easy for you to go against my wishes?" He says, and you hate how his voice sounds like velvet beneath your fingertips. Soft, like nothing else, incomparable to anything else.

"I'm not going against your wishes- I'm being responsible." You say, not saying his name out of pettiness now as you turn around to put away the practice weapon, well aware that you won't be able to get anywhere at this point considering his and your mood.

"You know I told you I'd never let something happen to you!" He argues, following you. It's true; he's told you he'd protect yiu so many times already. "Do I seem so dishonest to you?" He almost whines, and it hurts to hear him like this.

"Of course not." You tell him, sighing. It's not that you don't trust him- but that he's believing in things that just won't ever be true. Even if he tried to defend you, he'd never be able to overthrow his father's word- if that man wanted to rip out your wings, he'd do it.

And he wouldn't even care if his son had to watch.

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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