So What? | MYG | Chapter 10

So What? | MYG | Chapter 10

Pair: Hybrid Cat Yoongi x F Reader 

Summary: Running from a past that foreshadows him, Yoongi is adamant about ever turning back to his human counterpart form, in hopes that nobody would recognise him and take him away. You worked at a cafe with your best friend. As a more-than-normal day seemed to go by, you discovered something amidst your housing block. Perhaps - just perhaps, the nighttime is where the angels arrive. 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au

Warnings: Contains explicit language, abuse

Chapter Warnings: Explicit language 

A/N: Bold is for flashback. Namjoon being Namjoon. Our smart lawyer. I would like to apologise for the next chapter. I promise that the book has a nice ending. PLEASE DON’T COME FOR ME -

WC: 2.1K

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You knew what had to be done. 

You knew that there was no way possible that you could stop or alter this flow of events. Even if you pray to every single god in this universe and more, it will never change. Some things were meant to go forward. 

Hoseok and his team came back safely and the news of Robbinson’s capture is now plastered all over the news. Every reporter, news station, and radio station, was having a blast making money out of his capture. Hybrids that were associated with him and the facility are now slowly coming out. One by one, they gained the strength and courage to come forth and talk about their past trauma. 

Once, you thought you would have all the time in the world for the one you love. Now… Now you were no longer sure. Being a free hybrid allowed Yoongi to do many things. Many, many things. He no longer needed to be tied down to you just because he was saved by you. Now, he can save himself and many hybrids out there. As much as you hoped the day wouldn’t come, it did. 

There was no beating time. 

You brushed his hair and groomed his ears, making sure that his shirt and tie weren’t crumpled before you left the house. Yoongi had asked you to be at the hearing with him and as nervous as you were, you weren’t about to tell him no. You could never tell him no. 

Hoseok waited outside the door for the both of you. He drove the both of you to the courthouse, now waiting in front of many cameras and the tinted windows of his car, for the both of you to exit. You breathed in and took Yoongi’s hands. He was shaking as much as you were, perhaps even more. He was the one going up onto the stands today. He was nervous and had every right to be. 

You, on the other hand, didn’t. So you breathed out and put on a mask. “We’ll be okay Yoongi. You’ll be okay. You’ll get through this.” You rubbed his ears. “Be strong, you’re brave. I believe in you.” You gave him a soft smile, hoping that it was enough to calm his overdriven nervous system. 

And it did. Part of it. But it was enough for him to put on a brave face and step out. 

Cameras flashed and microphones were shoved in front of him, every reporter for themselves. Yoongi cowered back, hyper senses going into overdrive. The both of you knew this would happen - you had warned him this morning as the both of you were getting ready - that something like this would happen. But none of you were prepared for such a big onslaught. 

Gathering yourself, you grabbed Yoongi’s hand and pushed through the sea of reporters, quickly climbing up the steps as bodyguards started to surround.

“Please! Give us a statement! How do you feel going against him?”

“How well do you know Mr Robbinson?”

“How long were you in the facility? What happened to the rest of your batch?”

You pulled Yoongi into the designated waiting room, shutting the door immediately. Now, it was just the both of you in the room. You led Yoongi over to the couch, letting him scent you. Through the door, you could hear Hoseok’s muffled “We are not accepting any more questions! Please leave the premises or I will have you escorted out! This is a closed hearing!”.

For the safety and confidentiality of the hybrids, the court has called this a closed hearing, accepting no bullshit from the reporters and no leakages in the hearing to the public.

Yoongi’s breathing had calmed down, leaving him currently nuzzling your neck and purring. A knock sounded from the door before it pushed open, revealing Jimin, Jin, Namjoon, and Hoseok. The three of them entered the waiting room, closing the door behind them. 

“You okay?” Seokjin asked. 

You nodded. 

Hoseok took out his phone and silenced them. “Phones please.” Everybody gave him their phones. Yoongi’s collar hooked onto your hair you turned, taking your phone from your bag. As you turned back, it yanked your hair against its roots, causing you to wince. 

“Yoongi…” You sighed, giving his ears another rub. “Come on, we gotta go in.” Yoongi shook his head. 

“As standard procedure, I am here to tell you that this is a closed hearing and no recording is allowed. Intermissions will be on every three hours. The total hearing is three days and the verdict will be given on the third, four hours after the final hearing. The hearing for today will be approximately thirteen hours. We will be attending today and the verdict hearing. ” Namjoon started. “Some rules of the courtroom - no foul language, no physical assault, do not act on your impulse and speak when you are not spoken to, and stand when the judge arrives. You are allowed to take notes using authorised devices and materials.” He looked up. “Except for Yoongi-ssi, myself, and with certain aspects of situations Jimin-ssi and Y/N-ssi, the rest of you are not allowed to address the court.” 

Namjoon placed a folder in front of each of you. “This is a court hearing NDA (*1). Read through it and if you do not have any problem with it, please sign on the lines.”  

You picked up the pen and signed it. You have already read through this one as Namjoon was talking. To him, this is a Pro Bono (*2) case, taken up from his assault on you. Namjoon crashed into your house when he heard what was happening. At that point in time, you were still in distress and had yet to process the information given to you. The hearing date was looming closer and you were having trouble finding a suitable lawyer for Yoongi. 

That’s where Hoseok decided to stick his nose in your business. He knew you would be crumbling if you paid the amount that he overhead on a phone call. By no means were you poor, but you were not rich to that extent. Lawyers are paid by hours and for such a large case, you couldn’t handle lawyers specifically for hybrids. 

So Hoseok went to Namjoon, telling him about your current - well, then - problem. Namjoon came over, giving you an earful with a promise that he would help out. Pitching the case to his firm, he managed to get a hold of a lease and perform the case. That is where it landed all of you today. Sitting in the courtroom, at the very left side, two rows away from both of them. 

Hoseok was standing guard at the stands beside Yoongi and Namjoon while the rest of your friends and family sat beside you. Seokjin held your hand, softly caressing it. “It’s gonna be okay, it’s gonna be okay.” By now, that was your mantra. 

It’s gonna be okay.

But sometimes, mantras aren’t enough to keep you grounded. The judge had asked you to go over to the witness stands and testify about the evidence that had been given by Namjoon. 

You were trembling like a damn leaf that you swore you could’ve collapsed any moment then. But by some sort of miracle, you hadn’t. Yet. “When I first found Yoongi, I hadn’t known he was a hybrid. It was only when his withdrawal symptoms got worse and I brought him to see a doctor did I realise what he was.”

“And after that?”

“After that, the doctors and Hosoek-ssi informed me of the dangers of adopting Yoongii. However, I decided to go ahead with it.”

“Any forms of aggression from Yoongi-ssi, Y/N-ssi?”

You shook your head. “No. I fell ill in the first few weeks after I officially adopted him as a hybrid and even then he was patient with me. The next month or so, he did not show any signs of aggression either.”

The judge nodded. “Earlier you stated that you went on with the act of adopting Yoongi-ssi even after knowing of the dangers he holds and the possibility of getting you into much trouble like the one as of today. Might I question, why?”

“Sir, that is a personal question that -”

“Sit down, Lawyer Kim. You are not spoken to.”

The judge turned his attention back to you, brows raising in question. 

You gulped. The answer you have known for a few days now but have yet to approach Yoongi. You knew that there was always - that there has always been something more than just an owner and hybrid relationship between the both of you. You had asked Jimin about it when he came over to grab some leftover pastries for him and Ji-Hyun. 

“Hmm… Hybrids have such a thing called mates. It is similar to what humans like to call soulmates. But for hybrids, due to our genetic hypersensitivity, we feel more. As such, when mates are marked, we are able to feel our mates.”

“Feel what?” You had questioned.

Jimin shrugged. “Everything. Everything is heightened. We are hyper-aware of what our mates feel. Human counterparts don't get anything, of course.” He smirked. “But hybrids feel a lot more.”

You tapped the counter. “What if you aren’t marked?”

The question had thrown him off guard as he placed the box of pastries and tongs on the table and turned to you. “For what reason… Are you asking for?” He eyed you suspiciously. 

You shrugged. “Just curious.”

“I can sense that this is beyond curiosity but I shall leave it as that for now. Whatever you’re scheming, faster finish it. I don’t want to be helping you aim for something that would hurt.” Jimin stated. 

“I swear, please just answer that. It’s the last question.”

Jimin sighed, giving in. “Once the mate bond clicks into place, everything is already heightened. The hybrid-”

“How do you know it clicks into place?”

Jimin gave you the stink eye. “I thought you said that was the last question!”

“I’m sorry!” You raised your hands in surrender. 

“The hybrid,” he emphasis on the word. “Knows. It is genetically impossible for the human counterpart to know. You do not possess what we possess.” He gave a look that shuts you up from asking any more questions. “As I was saying earlier, it is possible even when the human counterpart is not marked nor mated. As long as there is a connection and the hybrid acknowledges that you are its mate, it will start to show off acts of mateship.”

“Which is…?” 

“I shouldn’t have come!” Jimin groaned. “Which is extreme scenting, nesting, increased clinginess, and more. It depends from hybrid to hybrid. The list is non-exhaustable.” Jimin took up the tongs from the table and stuck them inside the cake fridge, taking out more doughnuts. “Now leave me be! I want to go home with a full box of doughnuts!”

Now, you stand at the witness stand, looking over to Yoongi, catching him already looking at you. He gave you a small smile. At least one of you is composed. You were struggling to tell the judge the actual reason. You knew and you were certain that Yoongi had accepted it quite some time ago. The reason why he did not tell you is beyond your comprehension. 

“Ah… I felt a connection to him.” You blurted out. 

Before the judge can say anything, the opposing lawyer suddenly shoots, “So if I got this right, you decided to keep a potentially harmful hybrid in your house, under your name, because you somehow felt a connection to him and wanted to see how it goes?”

You were in shock. You did not expect such an explicit question. 

“Y/N, you do not need to answer that.” Thank god you had Namjoon.

“It is a relevant question! She poses a threat due to the acquaintance of Min Yoongi and if not properly-” The lawyer turned to the judge as he got out of his seat, walking in your direction, “Sir, permission to question Y/N-ssi for her acquaintance with Min Yoongi and his work.”

“Overruled.” The judge stated. “Return to your seat, SeongHo-ssi.”

“Sir-”

“Return to your seat.” The judge turned to you. “Thank you, Y/N-ssi. That is all the questions I have for you now. You may return to your seat.”

You got down from the stand and bowed to the judge, walking back to your seat on shaky legs. This is going to be tougher than you thought and you hoped Yoongi would be alright. You landed on Seokjin, breathing heavily, dizzy from all the adrenaline running through you. You weren’t quite sure how you were going to last three days. 

Notes: *1 NDA refers to a non-disclosure agreement.  *2 Pro Bono refers to a case taken voluntarily by a lawyer. 

Slithered | JJK | Chapter 1

Pair: Mafia Jungkook x F Reader 

Summary: Jungkook was wandering the streets in the middle of the night and coincidentally passed the little flower shop you work at. Due to your odd working hours, you don’t have much socialising on a daily basis much less customers. So just imagine your shock when a handsome man, clad in all black, entered your shop in the ungodly hours of the night. Never would you have thought that the polar opposite of the worlds would collide and cause such a trouble. 

Genre: Fluff, mafia au, soft reader 

Chapter Warnings: mild violence, mildly creepy JK watching reader close up shop (if anybody does this irl, please smack the living shit out of them. Stay safe!), rape (I won’t go much into detail of this during the scene but it is implied. Do not be insensitive on this topic. For those who are sensitive on this, please do not continue reading)

A/N: Bold is for flashback.

WC: 2579

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Jungkook didn’t know how he ended up in an alley that sells flowers in the dead of the night and neither did he know why he was here. He was taking a stroll in, spending some time to himself when he smelt the citrus scents of the flowers, following them to where it currently led him. Most of the flower shops in this area are closed for the night or temporarily not receiving walk-in customers. 

However, there are some shops where they are open and busy. There may be no customers in the shop but orders seem to be piling on the desks where the arrangements are made. Jungkook spotted a swift-moving medium, constantly running from place to place in the shop. He stopped right outside it. The interior was made in a way where the arrangements of flowers made the whole shop seem like a home. 

A home full of plants.

But even from outside, Jungkook could clearly see the neat arrangements and lining of the labels. You, on the other hand, were running around the shop, trying to get the necessary flowers and stocks to make the last arrangement before the driver arrived and collected them. This project was big on money and your boss would be furious if you were to ‘fuck it up for him’.

Jungkook entered the shop, doorbell chiming as he pushed open the door. Your head whipped up from your working station, instantly greeting him at the front door. 

“Hello! Welcome to Fior Arrangements!” You chirped. It may be two in the morning but you worked the night shift while your other colleagues work the morning and evening shifts. Most of them did not want to work night shifts so you took on the initiative. 

Not that you minded. 

You never had much of a social life due to your personality and you had always been quite a night owl. Most of the time, there were fewer people at night, which means that packaging orders would be easier than in the daytime. 

“Hello.” The young man bowed. 

“What brings you here?” You asked, honestly curious as to why a man wearing a full suit with a coat over, would come in the middle of the night. Anybody could see that he was stocked.  His boots were, his hair slicked back, and the material of his clothes looked soft to the touch. “Any flowers in mind? 

He shook his head. 

“Well, every flower has a meaning.” You pointed to the labels on the walls. These are the names and meanings of the flowers. Feel free to look around and call me if you need help!” 

Jungkook nodded at you. 

As he walked around, reading the labels, he spied a few blurry-looking men walking into the shop. Instinctively, his hand shot to the gun hidden under the lapels of his jacket only for you to cheerily greet them. It shot a pang of jealousy through him.

Why was he jealous? He just met you!

Jungkook silently shook his head to clear his thoughts. With half his attention to his surroundings, he overheard the conversation between you and the men. You seemed to know them very well, conversations easily flowing between you. 

“Yep! There are more at the back. You know where that is.” You laughed and Jungkook’s heart felt like it stopped. And started. And stopped and started again. It was so pure and melodious that he would do anything to keep you laughing like that. 

“How are your kids, Peng?” 

“Not too bad. Just refusing to study as usual.” The guy in the black shirt and oversized jeans told you. 

“I mean… It’s kids these days. Plus, I’m sure when we were at their age we didn’t want to study either.” You snickered. 

Peng laughed. “True, true. Very true.”

The four men spotted Jungkook walking towards the cashier as you signed the papers and stamped them. Handing them the customer copy, you waved them goodbye and finally headed over to Jungkook. 

“Hiya, need help?”

Jungkook nodded. 

“Well, what is the occasion?” You asked. 

Jungkook didn’t come here for a specific reason. In fact, he didn’t even come up with a reason. So he just shrugged and answered, “Just wanted something calming in the house. It’s far too empty.”

That could by far be the worst lie he ever came up with. 

But all you did was nod and head over to the pails of flowers, picking up stock after stock. You then carefully cut off some of the stems and plucked some leaves, arranging them in a glass bottle. Your body covered most of the work at times and Jungkook stayed at where he stood. He didn’t want to spoil the surprise for himself. 

You didn’t take long, expert hands moving nimbly to arrange the flowers prettily. You turned over to him with the glass bottle in front of you, walking over to give it to him. 

“How’s it?” Jungkook could see that you were nervous. The little ticks of indication like the furrows of your brows and wringing of your fingers behind your back. 

“Do you always do this for customers?” Jungkook gently smelt the flowers. Lavender was the most prominent scent. 

His favourite and you didn’t even need to ask. The scents weren’t strong and it did was already doing wonders to calm him. 

You looked back at him, humming and shaking your head. “Just you and a few other more privileged customers. Seems like you’re one of them on the list now.”

Your eyes sparkled as you turned to him. Perhaps you knew the brands he wore or perhaps you guessed that he was more than rich. But as he brought out his card to pay, you declined him. 

“No need. You looked like you needed this. So it’s on the house.” Your smile was blinding and at that moment, Jungkook knew that he would have you even if it took years and years. He would protect you. 

You were closing up that day. Usually, the shop is 24 hours and the next colleague of yours who would be doing the morning shift would be the one to clean up the place. However, it was a public holiday and the flower shop was closed. Your boss had given all employees two days’ break so after your shift, you had to tidy up and ensure that all the flowers are placed in their exact locations a the back of the store so that they do not wilt by the time the shop re-opens. 

Honestly, you couldn’t be happier. While your job was fairly simple and relaxed, going without a day’s break even on the weekends can truly drain your energy. You don’t have much time to yourself and it can affect you when you are overloaded with your senses. 

Turning off the lights, you shut the door and lock it, the door code being with an indication that it has been locked. Scanning your surroundings and patting yourself down, you hummed, glad that you did not forget anything. 

As you started to walk back home, you felt an eerie feeling in your gut. One that warns you that something is most certainly not right. The hair on your neck started to stand as you got goosebumps, making a sharp 180-degree turn to walk back to the store. You were instinctively aware that there were more than three pairs of footsteps following you. And every time you sped up or slowed down, they would keep the same pace.

So you did the next best thing your overdriven brain thought. 

You ran. 

Jungkook was driving his car up the little hill to visit the flower store. He wasn’t sure if you were still on shift then. He knew from silently watching you the past few days that your shift ends at five in the morning. And currently, the time was 5.30 am. 

The road got too narrow for Jungkook to continue driving up so he threw his car into parking mode and left. 

He was only going to take a while. 

But as he got out of the car, he sensed that something was wrong. The air did not feel right and as much as he wished that his sensitivity would not follow him when he was off work, life has its way of throwing stones at him. 

A shrill scream broke him out of his trance. If it was anybody else’s scream he probably would have just continued with his plans and walked up the the store. But he recognised the voice - the sound. 

Yours. 

Your scream - filled with terror and pain. 

Without thinking, Jungkook ran towards the approximated direction where he had heard you. Your second scream for help was abruptly cut off making him pump his legs and arms faster. He didn’t want to think of all the horrid things that you might be going through right now. He needed to get to you. 

Jungkook came to a stop the moment he saw you, held by your throat, against the wall. Your hair and clothes were in a mess, eyes bloodshot, and valuables strewn everywhere. But the most avergrating thing was the six males standing there, choking you as tears streamed down your cheeks, laughing. 

Blood rushed to his head. 

How dare they. 

How dare they touch you. 

Jungkook didn’t care for consequences as he pounced on the men. 

You tried to run but they were too fast and too silent for you. You were pinned against the wall and stripped down against your own will. 

“Now pretty lady, how about I do the talking and you do the answering?” 

You didn’t want to but all you could do was struggle and struggle as they manhandled your body, stripping you bare of your own dignity. You cried and struggled as they took their turns, your body betraying you.

“Hey now, why are you crying, pretty?” They laughed, gagging you. “You’re enjoying it, see?”

Tears streamed down your face. You weren’t. You weren’t. 

And yet, you knew that nobody was going to come help you. To come stop these men from doing more than they already did. You were so close - so close - to resigning to your fate when you were suddenly dropped to the ground. 

Too tired to keep your eyes fully open, you watched through hooded lids as a mass of black pounded onto the males. You should’ve been scared - you should’ve cowered back, pleading with him to not come for you as well - but you didn’t. 

Especially as that mass of black picked you up into his arms, snarling and hissing words that seemed incoherent to you, you felt safe. Perhaps it was the adrenaline doing the job but you curled yourself deeper into him. His hands were gentle, unlike the ones that handled you earlier. These hands were calloused - probably seeing worse days as they skimmed over your naked body - but they were respectful. They did not venture where the rest did and you found yourself wrapped up in a jacket before being lifted up once again. 

Unable to keep your eyes open any longer, your head rolled to the side as you blacked out. 

Jungkook has seen many things in his short life. Twenty-six years and he has seen death one too many times.  But nothing has scared him more than seeing you black out and going limp in his arms. Pressing two fingers on your neck, Jungkook confirmed that you were still breathing. In shock you most certainly were but now Jungkook needed to bring you home and he did not know your address. So the next best thing was to bring you to his home. 

As Jungkook’s black Mercedes Benz GT63S pulled up to the front lawn, he hurried out, passing the car keys to the butler and carrying you into the house. 

In the midst of the whole case, it completely slipped his mind to inform his family that he was bringing somebody home. All he had done was hurriedly call the group’s private doctor, not caring what the guy was up to. 

“Kook, what the hell! You can’t just bring a random person home like this!”

“Oh shit -”

“Fuck that girl is naked!”

“Jeon Jungkook, what the shit is wrong with you?”

“Did you fuck a girl out?”

“JUNGKOOK!”

Jungkook couldn’t be bothered. He’ll explain later. Right now, he needed the doctor to check you over and ensure that other than the physical and psychological trauma you’re going to have once you wake up, you were fine otherwise. 

“A little bit of a bump on the back of her head, scratch marks and bruises. That’s about all.” The doctor placed some pills on Jungkook’s bedside table. “I suggest you give these to her, twice a day after meals. Antibiotics. You can give her paracetamol if needed. Ensure that she is kept hydrated.”

Jungkook thanked the doctor and leaned over to cover you with the sheets when the doctor stopped him. “It would be best to clean her up first.”

With that, the doctor left, leaving the six men standing at the threshold of his bedroom door. They watched as he got a few clothes, cleaning you up, making sure to use soft cloths so that you would not wake from the oversensitivity. Only after Jungkook deemed you clean enough did he take out his silk pyjamas and tug them over you. 

The boys had silently excused themselves, only leaving Jimin as he helped Jungkook dress and tuck you into bed. Closing the curtains, he turned off the lights, leaving the moonlight on so that the room would not be encased in total darkness with the possibility of scaring you if you woke up without him there. 

Jungkook knew that the topic at hand would not be easy to talk about and he most certainly knows that he was in the wrong as well. Well, a little bit in the wrong. 

He would never apologise for bringing a person in need home, much less you. So as Jimin and he entered the living room, the boys were all seated, faces holding stoic glares. 

“Jungkook -” Hobi hyung started. 

“She works at the flower shop. She was the one I told you about - the reason why my room has a glass of flowers.”

“Still, you cannot just bang her up and -”

“She was raped.”

The silence in the room was pregnant and suddenly everybody’s breathing sounded too loud. 

“I parked the car in the middle of the hill as it was getting too narrow for me to pass through. I couldn’t get there fast enough. By the time I reached, she was already taken.” Jungkook harshly rubbed his face with his hands. He wished that he could’ve been there earlier - faster. If only work hadn’t kept him up, the whole situation wouldn’t even have happened. 

A soft hand landed on his shoulder, patting him gently. “Don’t beat yourself over it, Kook. It was good that you made it there.”

“But I couldn’t stop her from -” His throat choked up. He just couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence. 

“Some things are inevitable.” He looked up from his crouched position to look at Namjoon Hyung. “What matters is that you got there.”

Jungkook nodded. 

“I think today was more than enough of a fulfilling night. Let’s go to bed.” Seokjin Hyung called out and grunts of agreement were heard as everybody got to their feet. 

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So What? | MYG | Chapter 11

Pair: Hybrid Cat Yoongi x F Reader 

Summary: Running from a past that foreshadows him, Yoongi is adamant about ever turning back to his human counterpart form, in hopes that nobody would recognise him and take him away. You worked at a cafe with your best friend. As a more-than-normal day seemed to go by, you discovered something amidst your housing block. Perhaps - just perhaps, the nighttime is where the angels arrive. 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au

Warnings: Contains explicit language, abuse

Chapter Warnings: Explicit Language 

A/N: Seokjin is too smart for his own good in this chapter. I SHALL REPEAT, DO NOT COME FOR ME - PLEASE - I’m sorry for the pain

WC: 2.1K

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By the time the hearing was over, it was past dinner time and everybody was exhausted. You were more than ready to go home and crash in bed, dreaming that this never did happen. You knew you needed to talk to Yoongi soon - preferably before the verdict, was Jimin’s answer to you when you finally confronted him head-on with the matter. 

You looked over to see Yoongi yawning and nodding to something Joon said to him. You’ll have that talk tomorrow. Tonight, the two of you will just cuddle in bed for some well-deserved sleep. 

“Remember the talk, Y/N.” Jimin reminded you as he dropped you and Yoongi off. “Don’t drag it on for too long.” He turned to Yoongi. “You were great today, man. See you on Thursday. Goodnight!”

The both of you waved Jimin off before entering your apartment building.

“What talk was Jimin saying just now?” Yoongi asked. 

“Oh, nothing. We’ll sleep first. Today took out everybody’s brain cells already and we need them at full capacity if we want to talk tomorrow.” You reassured Yoongi. “It’s nothing serious.”

Except it was everything but not serious. 

You got out of bed early in the morning, brain lagging from the lack of sleep. But you truly couldn’t sleep. Not when the possibility of everything going bad today was a good reason. You were afraid to bring up the topic to talk to Yoongi. You had figured that he knew and didn’t want to tell you so you had given him some space and time but you were getting impatient. 

You may not fully understand the weight of mateship but you understand being true to oneself. And that was what you were going to do today. You were going to approach - not sure how, but you were going to do it - and have this talk before tomorrow. You wanted to clear the air before the verdict hearing in case of anything. 

You knew that the possibility of Yoongi being a free hybrid after tomorrow was extremely high and at the same time, you wanted to see his point of view on the matter so that you could act accordingly during the hearing. You didn’t want to cause a scene when there was no need for one. 

Whipping up a simple breakfast, you set the table in time when Yoongi came out of his bedroom, yawning. 

“Smells good.” He plopped down on the chair. 

Yesterday drained the both of you and you wanted some space and time to think alone so you chased Yoongi to his own room. 

As you sat down, Yoongi was quick to pull you to his lap and buried his head in your neck. You let him be and started eating, occasionally sneaking him some bites from your own plate before bringing him over to feed him. You treasured the calmness of the current time, knowing that it would not last for long. 

After breakfast, the both of you called in a lazy day, taking the blankets off the beds and cuddling in front of the television. You knew that you should start to talk before lunchtime so that if anything happens, you hope that you will have time to cool down. 

You had truly hoped nothing would go worse than your imagination had taken you last night but it seems that your predicament was more than wrong, leaving you in the current situation. The both of you were fighting and screaming at each other, both sides trying to calm down but are as stubborn as mules. 

“No, you don’t understand. It is not something to take lightly. A mateship is for a lifetime. It bonds the souls. You don’t understand that it is not something that can just be tossed around like that.”

“I am not tossing - if we are using your words - the title around. I am asking you why you wouldn’t tell me that I am your mate.” You tried breathing slowly. You didn’t want to get worked up in this situation where the air is already deadly. 

Yoongi kept silent. 

“Why, Yoongi?” You started growing frustrated. You wanted - needed - an answer from him. Even if it is not an answer you want to hear, you still need an answer. You needed closure if this was not what he wanted. 

You knew you weren’t the easiest to come around and you also knew Yoongi is stubborn. He always says that you deserve better - a better hybrid, a better life, a better everything. The both of you are hardheads, never backing down from a fight. 

“I am asking you, why? I need an answer, Yoongi. This is not fair to me.” You pulled at your roots. You did not like confrontation and all you wanted to do was hide in the room right now. But you knew that this was a long overdue talk. 

“Well, why do you think I never told you all these months then?” Yoongi suddenly turned to face you. “Why do you think I kept silent even when I found out? Why do you think I kept silent when I knew you found out?”

You didn’t want to say it. You truly hoped you were wrong - hoped that your intuition was just fooling you and he would say something else. 

“Huh, why?” He screamed. 

You flinched. Oh, you have never heard Yoongi scream. You have never seen him so distressed and worked up. Half of you wanted to go over and comfort him but you stood your ground - stubborn as he is. 

“Why?” You questioned. Your voice sounded meek even to your own ears. 

“You want me to say it? You want to hear it?” Yoongi’s hands were pulling at his hair. “Fine! I’ll say it for you, spell it out for you so accurately you will never think you misheard!” Yoongi yelled, ears flat against his head and tail swishing sharply behind his back. “Because I don’t want you! I. DO. NOT. WANT. YOU. AS. MY. MATE!” Yoongi roared. “Is that clear enough for you?”

It was silence after that revelation. You looked at Yoongi - really took a good look at the fuming male hybrid standing in the middle of the living room. His chest rose up and down in frantic motion, trying to regain his breath. You bored your eyes into his, finding the truth in there. A tear streaked down the side of his eyes and he used the back of his hand to wipe it away. 

As you move forward, he moves backwards. Yoongi suddenly turned around snatched his collar off the hook and half-stepped into his shoes. “I’m leaving.” was all he said before slamming the door straight in your face. 

You sucked in a deep breath. And another. And another. Until you felt like your walls were constraining, you raised a hand to beat the sofa. When that wasn’t enough, you screamed your lungs out, throat burning - but right now, who the fuck cares? It wasn’t until you lifted a hand to throw the key bowl did you stopped and looked around. 

The bowls where you put all your keys - or key bowl, as you liked to call it - was made by Yoongi a few weeks ago when the both of you went to a pottery class. He gave it to you saying that you wouldn’t lose your keys as easily if they’re all in one spot. So no matter how much you wanted to smash it, you just couldn’t bring your heart to do it. 

And you looked around. The whole house was filled with memories of you and him. Before him, it was just a shelter to you. A place where it can shield you from the harsh weather and the noise of the outside world. You were drowning in the world of an endless abyss that you didn’t know how to get out of. Until Yoongi came along. The ferocious, characteristic cat that you thought was just as it is. Your house started to feel a bit warmer - that you had someone to come home to.

And then the silence shattered once again when you found him so sick on your bed, bringing him to a vet only to realise he was definitely not what you thought he was. Slowly but surely, Yoongi opened up to you. Sure, both of you had ups and downs, but isn’t that normal for every relationship? The both of you grew with each other - or at least you thought so. 

Now - now you were no longer sure who you were to and what you were to him. Standing in the middle of the living room where he stood just spare a few minutes ago, made your heart constrict so tightly you thought it was going to burst. 

“I need to get out of here.” You muttered to yourself. “Leave, leave.” At this point in time, you couldn’t be bothered by the mess your house is currently in. “Keys, keys. Where are my keys?” You started to grow frantic. “Keys so I can leave. Leave, leave.”

You found your keys and yanked your jacket off the ottoman, shutting the doors behind you. If you were sober, you would have called Jin to pick you up. But you were anything but sober. Sober in the sense of alcohol, certainly not sober in the sense of emotions. 

You turned on your car and drove it out of the parking lot below your apartment building, towards the direction of Seokjin’s house. Normally, Yoongi would play some music but this time, only your heavy breaths kept you company as you fought to stay calm. 

Taking no less than 10 minutes to reach Seokjin’s complex, you parked your car and headed up to his house. You needed your brother and you couldn’t be bothered if he was sleeping, in the shower, or working. You needed him here, you needed him to keep you grounded with those stupid dad jokes he always makes. 

You would have called Lils if she wasn’t halfway across the world visiting her relatives. You punched in the passcode to his house and entered, quickly shedding your shoes and coat. You looked up in time to see Seokjin coming out of his kitchen, a chopstick in hand and a mouth full of rice, saying, “I gave you the code not so that you can just barge in here like nobody’s business. Might I remind you that this house is still under my name, which means my rules -”

You slam your body into your brother’s, arms going around his waist as you bury your head in his chest. Realising that there’s more to what meets the eyes, Seokjin wrapped his arms around you, easily lifting you up and bringing the both of you to the couch. 

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” He cooed, placing down his chopsticks and wiping your tears. You couldn’t answer him. You didn’t want to answer him - ‘cause if you did, it would be real. 

Seokjin, sensing your discontent, sighed. He didn’t pry any longer, deciding just to let you cry it out. You were a sensitive soul, he knew. As much as you tried to prove to everybody that you grew out of it, he knew you best - and knew that you were just getting better at hiding your pain now. He wishes that you would open up more to him but you were big now and he knew that. He knew that some things needed to be learned through experiences. 

So he keeps an eye out for you but does not linger too long. He saw the way you and Yoongi act together, he saw the way you looked at him on the witness stand yesterday afternoon. He had asked Jimin what he meant by ‘the talk’ and bribed him into giving him a piece of information. He didn’t know how crucial that was until you came in bursting into tears.

You had gotten attached.

But he wasn’t blind. He knew that your hybrid was attached as well. So why did it turn out like this? Why did he have to break your heart and not admit it? Seokjin didn’t want to pry too much, but he really wanted to understand. Exactly what happened? 

“Come on, let’s get you washed up and into bed.” Seokjin sighed. He carried you to the bathroom, filling up the bathtub with warm water and put in a bath bomb and some salts. “I’ll be waiting outside for you once you’re done. Don’t take too long.” He left a set of clothes on the counter for you. He had saved some of your clothes with him for when you wanted sleepovers. Better than wearing his clothes. 

Seokjin scrunched his nose. 

Yeah. 

Nope.