CALM AFTER THE STORM |BTS OT7 X READER| HYBRID AU (M)

CALM AFTER THE STORM |BTS OT7 X READER| HYBRID AU (M)

{Chapter Four – Heat}

Pairing: OT7 BTS!HYBRID X FEM!HUMAN READER

Kim Namjoon: Black Mackenzie Valley Alpha wolf

Kim Soekjin: White Alpha Lion

Min Yoongi: White Alpha Jaguar

Jung Hosoek: Alpha Snow Leopard

Park Jimin : Alpha Albino Cobra

Kim Taehyung: Alpha White/ Bleached Tiger

Jeon Jungkook: Alpha Black Panther

Reader: Heaven Valentino Human

Status: Ongoing

RATED (M) FOR MATURE

Words: 3.8k!

WARNING: EVENTUAL SMUT, BLOOD GORE, DETAILED GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION, ABUSE (ALL FORMS), PROFANITY, VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, CHARACTER DEATH(MINOR), SADOMASOCHISM ACTS, MENTIONS OF BDSM, ETC...

NO CHAPTER WARNING JUST SLIGHT CURSING AND LIGHT FLUFF

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MATERIALIST

Jimin's POV 

"Noona," those words slipped out effortlessly, wrapping me in a sense of comfort and peace in her presence.

What I found enchanting was not just her perfume, but the natural scent that emanated from her, soothing and captivating at the same time.

Every aspect of her exuded femininity and authority, a captivating combination that drew me in completely.

She possessed the power to control us, to dictate our actions, yet I found solace in surrendering to her will.

I welcomed whatever she offered with open arms, knowing that she held us in her grasp.

I belonged to her, and she to me – a connection that felt unbreakable and consuming in its intensity.

Nestled in her embrace, I clung to her as if my life depended on it, an insatiable desire to remain close to her burning within me.

"Jimin, sweetheart?" Her voice, soft and melodic, washed over me, adding to her allure.

How could someone exude such strength and fragility simultaneously?

There was an aura of mystery around her, evoking both fear and excitement in equal measure.

Like a flame, she appeared harmless from a distance but held the potential to ignite a fierce passion when touched.

The tantalizing warmth of her presence, coupled with the thrill of the unknown, made any potential 'burn' worthwhile.

Meeting her penetrating gaze, I felt as though she was delving into the depths of my soul, seeking to unravel the layers I kept hidden, the darker aspects of my past that I dreaded to reveal.

Despite the shadows that lurked within me, she seemed intent on understanding me, on accepting every facet of my being, no matter how stained or flawed.

In her eyes, I saw a reflection of my true self, laid bare and vulnerable yet accepted without judgment. It was a rare and precious connection, one that transcended superficial boundaries and delved into the core of our intertwined existence.

As I basked in her presence, enveloped by her essence, I knew that she held the key to unlocking parts of myself I had long kept hidden, offering a sense of liberation and acceptance that I had never experienced before.

In her, I found not just a confidante but a guide, a beacon of light illuminating the shadows of my past and leading me towards a future filled with promise and possibility.

In the midst of the intense internal struggle, a surge of primal instinct abruptly washes over me, threatening to unleash deeply buried desires. 

Oh no, my heat!

I frantically retreat from the tempting warmth enveloping me, fighting against the overwhelming urges bubbling beneath the surface.

As I distance myself from the alluring scene, I notice her puzzled expression, indicating that my inner turmoil might not be as hidden as I had hoped.

The room quivers with the potent scent of my pheromones, a tangible reminder of the primal forces at play within us all.

An unspoken tension hangs thick in the air, each of us striving to suppress our most basic instincts in the face of the charged atmosphere.

Here we stand, a diverse group of beings united by our predatory nature - seven male Hybrid creatures, each a rare and exotic specimen in our own right, alongside one human female who stands defenseless against our combined testosterone-fueled dominance.

The power dynamics are palpable, the unspoken struggle for control simmering just beneath the surface as we grapple with our primal urges and societal norms.

In a desperate need to regain composure, I quickly walk towards the sanctuary of the bathroom, my trembling hands fumbling to secure the door behind me.

Alone in the confined space, I collapse to the cool tiles, the weight of my conflicting emotions crashing down upon me. My breath comes in ragged gasps, the stench of sweat mingling with the acrid tang of pheromones in the air as I keel over in anguish.

The pain of suppressing my natural instincts reverberates through every fiber of my being, a relentless agony that threatens to consume me whole.

With each heaving sob, I struggle to contain the primal urges clawing at the edges of my consciousness, a reminder of the precarious balance between civilization and raw animalistic desires.

I grapple with the essence of my being, a hybrid creature caught between worlds - a fragile balance that threatens to unravel at any moment. The struggle is real, the stakes are high, and the roaring tempest of desire rages on within me, a relentless force that defies control.

Heaven's POV 

As I sat there, confusion and concern swirling inside me like a whirlpool, I couldn't help but try to make sense of what had just happened.

Just moments ago, Jimin had been comfortably nestled in my arms, his presence comforting and familiar. But in a blink of an eye, he was now running away, as if something had spurred him into sudden action. 

My mind raced with questions as I attempted to unravel the mystery behind Jimin's sudden behavior.

What could have triggered this sudden change in him? Why were the others acting so hush-hush about the situation? It felt like they were keeping some sort of secret from me, and it only added to my mounting confusion.

"Guys, what's going on?" I called out to them, my voice laced with a hint of urgency.

However, they seemed engrossed in their own private conversation, their eyes darting around in furtive glances.

"Guys! Guys! GUYS!" I raised my voice, finally catching their attention. Their faces turned towards me, expressions guarded and wary.

"What's going on, and what's wrong with Jimin?" I pressed on, my worry palpable in the air. Their reluctance to share only fueled my anxiety.

"Please tell me, I'm worried. Maybe I can help in some way," I offered, hoping to lend a supportive hand.

"No!" Taehyung interjected abruptly, his voice tinged with urgency. I could see the worry etched on their faces, a silent plea for me to trust them.

"H-heaven, you can't help Jimin with his problem. Please, just trust us, please," Taehyung pleaded, his words heavy with unspoken concern.

I trusted them – all of them. Reluctantly, I nodded in agreement. "Okay, but please tell me what's wrong. I can at least offer moral support," I urged, my heart aching for whatever Jimin was going through.

Their hesitation lingered in the air, a silent conversation passing between them. Finally, Namjoon gave a slight nod, and Taehyung took a deep breath before stepping closer to me.

"Jimin is on his heat," Taehyung blurted out in a rush, the words hanging heavy in the air. In an instant, realization dawned on me.

Oh.

Oh!

OH!!

That's why he's acting weird. But something still doesn't seem right.

"Okay, I understand why you're panicking but I feel like there's something else," I said slightly suspicious.

"Well, you see our heats have been suppressed for a long time, so that we wouldn't end up killing each other or from feeling, you know, yeah." Taehyung said.

"One of the numerous excruciating ways to agonize us was to deprive us of our biological need to mate and those were one of the most lamentable times we had ever experienced" Namjoon finished off, a look of pain, flushed in his eyes.

The concept of denying them their biological need to mate was not just cruel, but it went against the very essence of their existence as hybrids. They were being deprived of a fundamental aspect of their being, and it pained me to think of the suffering they must have endured as a result.

"Do you have suppressants maybe?" Namjoon asked.

His request for suppressants brought a sense of urgency to the situation, but I couldn't overlook the dangers that came with such a decision.

Suppressants may offer temporary relief, but the long-term repercussions could be catastrophic. The thought of risking their lives for momentary comfort was a risk I couldn't bear to take.

I knew that allowing them to take suppressants would only further exacerbate the damage done to their bodies and minds.

The toll it would take on their reproductive systems could have irreversible consequences, and I couldn't bear the thought of losing them to such a risky solution.

With a heavy heart, I made my decision clear to them. I couldn't in good conscience allow them to take suppressants, knowing the potential harm it could bring. 

Their safety and well-being were my top priority, and I couldn't bear the thought of losing them to a reckless decision.

"I'm sorry but you can't have suppressants," I said firmly, they all looked at me as though I had lost my mind.

"Before you say anything let me explain why, you guys were not allowed to properly and naturally take care of your heats like you are supposed to for God knows how long, and giving you suppressants will just deter everything, not to mention they are very destructive and could kill you that I will never allow to happen." I tell them firmly concern laced in my voice.

"I can't lose you, not now when I just got you" I whisper, my voice slightly breaking.

As I looked into their eyes, filled with a mixture of pain and desperation, I knew that my words had struck a chord. The weight of the situation hung heavily in the air, and I felt a sense of helplessness wash over me.

I wanted to do everything in my power to ease their suffering, but I knew that suppressants were not the answer.

In that moment, as Jimin's pain became palpable, I felt a surge of determination. I may not have all the answers, but I would do everything in my power to support them through this trying time.

Their well-being was my priority, and I would stand by them no matter what challenges lay ahead.

The tense atmosphere in the room grew even more profound as we all exchanged glances, the air heavy with a mixture of concern and fear.

Despite our shared sense of unease, we remained silent, each lost in our thoughts until a sudden, piercing wail shattered the stillness. The sound was followed by a series of powerful bangs on the bathroom door, sending shockwaves of panic through our already jittery group.

Without hesitation, the six men present sprang into action, their urgent strides carrying them swiftly towards the source of the distress.

Instinctively, I moved to follow, eager to offer whatever support I could in the face of the unfolding crisis. Yet, before I could take another step, a firm hand on my arm brought me to an abrupt halt.

It was Yoongi, his expression grave as he delivered a clear directive that brooked no argument.

"Stay back," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

"Your presence will only worsen the situation. We need a female hybrid – and we need one now."

His words resonated with a chilling urgency, compelling me to act swiftly in the face of Jimin's escalating agony.

Swallowing my own desire to offer comfort, I knew that Yoongi was right. The smell of my scent could indeed worsen Jimin's already precarious state, making it imperative to find a suitable female hybrid to provide the assistance he required.

Summoning one of my trusted men with a sense of urgency, I issued a rapid-fire instruction, tasking them to locate and bring a willing female hybrid to Jimin's side.

It was crucial that her participation be entirely consensual, even in the midst of such turmoil. Forcing anyone into such an intimate act against their will was unthinkable, a violation that I could not countenance.

As a woman myself, the notion of disregarding the autonomy and dignity of another individual, hybrid or not, struck a deep chord within me.

The line between compassion and coercion was a stark one, one that demanded to be upheld even in the most trying of circumstances.

Jimin's pain did not justify forsaking the fundamental rights of another, and I was resolute in my determination to ensure that any assistance rendered to him was offered in a manner that respected the boundaries and agency of all involved.

In that fraught moment, as the echoes of Jimin's distress reverberated through the room, I found myself grappling with a complex mix of emotions. 

So, in less than twenty minutes, I heard a knock at the door and hurriedly made my way to answer it.

It was one of my men accompanied by what seemed to be a snake hybrid. The scales trailing down from her neck, disappearing behind her shirt, hinted at her unique nature.

Snake hybrids can be quite captivating creatures.

This particular one had stunning shiny green hair and the deepest emerald green eyes that seemed to draw you in. She had a slender figure with curves in all the right places, and she exuded an aura of allure that was hard to ignore.

I found myself wondering about her breed--what kind of snake hybrid was she, and what powers or abilities did she possess?

"Okay, where is he?" she inquired, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Oh, yeah, come in. He's in the bathroom," I replied, stepping aside to let her into the suite and guiding her towards where the guys were stationed.

As she passed by, I couldn't help but notice the way she walked, her movements oozing confidence and a hint of mischief.

It was then that she made a sly comment, "My, my, you are one sneaky bitch," which instantly put me on edge.

Suddenly, my initial fascination with her appearance began to wane, and I found myself fuming in disgust.

The guys, on the other hand, couldn't take their eyes off her. I mean, who could blame them? 

She was like a walking embodiment of sensuality, and her presence seemed to command attention.

"He's in here," Taehyung spoke up, moving aside to make way for her to enter the bathroom where Jimin was.

She stood in front of Taehyung, her hand resting lightly on his chest as she traced small circles with her finger. The way she looked at him and the suggestive tone of her voice sent a chill down my spine.

"Don't you wanna join?" she purred, inviting him with a seductive smile.

Taehyung's expression twisted into one of clear disgust, his discomfort palpable in the air.

I could see from the way he shifted uneasily that the situation was beginning to weigh on him. As much as I wanted to address the situation head-on, I knew I needed to tread carefully.

The girl in question, despite her undeniable beauty, exuded an aura of arrogance that rubbed me the wrong way.

It was evident that she had a penchant for reveling in the misfortunes of other hybrids, almost relishing in their suffering as well as her own.

Her twisted tendencies towards sadism and masochism didn't escape my notice, painting a disturbing picture of her true nature.

With a sense of urgency, I moved decisively to intercept before the situation escalated any further.

The urge to confront her and put an end to her unsettling behavior surged through me, but a grim realization dawned – she was our only hope in aiding Jimin, despite my reservations.

Suppressing my rising anger, I addressed her tersely, "I suggest you carry on with what you were brought here for, don't make me repeat myself"

Her reaction, a mixture of disdain and reluctance, only served to solidify my distaste for her. Without a word, she retreated into the bathroom, locking herself inside, providing a temporary reprieve from the tense atmosphere.

Turning my attention back to Taehyung, who was visibly shaken by the ordeal, I sought to provide him with reassurance and comfort.

Embracing him tightly, I offered soothing words to alleviate his anxiety, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead and running my fingers through his hair to help him find solace in the midst of chaos.

The sudden eruption of lewd noises and destructive sounds from beyond the bathroom door signaled that it was time to make a swift exit.

Recognizing the ominous cue, we exchanged a knowing glance before silently agreeing to leave the disturbing scene behind us, prioritizing our sanity above all else.

~Two Days Later~

During the last couple of days, I've found myself in a state of absolute agony.

Jimin, well, he certainly has a wild streak to him. That snake hybrid, now known as Siren, on the other hand, let's just say she's proven to be quite the challenging presence.

After satisfying Jimin's needs and giving him his daily dose of vagina, Siren made attempts to flirt with the other guys, and I can't quite express the level of frustration that stirs within me when I witness her actions. She truly manages to get under my skin.

The temptation to take drastic measures against her, such as cutting her tongue, arose, but I managed to restrain myself from acting on such impulses. 

Thankfully, Jimin's heat has come to an end, signifying our imminent parting with little Miss Siren.

I made the conscious decision to refrain from attending the events for the past two days. One factor being my involvement with Jimin, and the other being my reluctance to witness any further mistreatment of the hybrids.

It's disheartening to observe the depths of depravity that some humans are capable of sinking to. The blatant disregard for the well-being and dignity of these hybrids is truly sickening.

Jimin strolled out of the bathroom, looking utterly refreshed and at ease.

I watched as he made his way over to me, that signature toothy-eye smile lighting up his face, a sight that never failed to tug at my heartstrings.

"Noona!" His voice held a mixture of excitement and affection as he enveloped me in a warm hug, his eyes closed as he took in a deep breath, seemingly savoring my scent. I couldn't help but smile at his endearing gesture.

"Hey, Jimin," I greeted him, a soft chuckle escaping my lips at his adorable behavior.

Jimin had a way about him that was both endearing and captivating.

One moment, he could evoke a strong desire to shield him from the harshness of the world, and in the next, he had the power to make your panties drop with just a single look.

I often found myself pondering what divine spark had created such a perfect concoction of charm and allure in him.

"I missed you, noona," Jimin's voice was muffled against my neck, his warm breath sending a shiver down my spine.

"I missed you too, Chim," I replied, relishing in the quiet connection we shared, words flowing silently between us in the comfort of our embrace. 

However, our moment was soon interrupted by an unwelcome presence.

Letting out an annoyed grumble, I turned my attention to Siren, whose voice cut through the tranquility like a piercing alarm.

"Jimin oppa, I had such a wonderful time with you. You truly know how to make a girl weak in the knees," she purred, her gaze lingering on Jimin suggestively.

Despite not being a hybrid, I could smell and see her arousal, it was practically oozing out of her.

Jimin, looking all innocent and pure, shooting me the cutest smile. He turns to me, with those doe eyes, and goes, "Noona, the air in here feels suffocating, let's bounce to another spot."

Like, can we just take a moment to appreciate the shade he just threw at Siren right in her face? It was pure comedy gold.

I had to bite my lip so hard to stop myself from cackling as Jimin scooped me up and led me to the living room where the rest of the guys were chilling. It was like a movie scene, I swear.

But, plot twist, I wasn't gonna let Siren rain on my parade. Oh no, not today.

So, I made the boss move and called in my men to escort her out. She tried to put up a fight, bless her heart, but my guys handled business like pros and had her out in a flash.

And just like that, she was gone. See ya never, sweetheart.

Bitch.

It was like something straight out of a drama, but hey, that's just another day in the life, am I right?

As I settled in next to the guys, the warm glow of the movie playing in the background created a cozy atmosphere. 

Despite their initial reservations, it seemed like they were gradually warming up to my presence, a small victory that didn't go unnoticed.

Just as I was starting to relax and enjoy the moment, my phone suddenly interrupted the scene.

With a quick glance at the caller ID, my eyebrows furrowed in surprise to see Jae's name flashing on the screen. Picking up the phone, I couldn't hide the hint of concern in my voice as I greeted him.

"Hello, Jae? What's going on?" I inquired, the urgency in his tone instantly catching my attention and drawing the curious gazes of the guys around me.

"Miss Valentino, we have a problem," Jae's words tumbled out, laced with a sense of urgency that made my heart skip a beat.

My mind raced with questions as I tried to process the situation unfolding over the phone.

"What do you mean? What's happening?" I pressed, my voice tinged with a mix of worry and determination, a combination that seemed to resonate with the growing tension in the room.

And then his words hit me like a ton of bricks. "Black Eagle, he knows," Jae's voice crackled with apprehension, the gravity of his revelation sinking in slowly.

The unexpected turn of events left me momentarily stunned, grappling with the reality of our carefully constructed plans being jeopardized so soon.

But as the initial shock faded, a steely resolve took hold of me. 

The fight was far from over, and if anything, this new development only fueled my determination to see our mission through to the end.

With a sense of determination and defiance in my voice, I responded to Jae, "I didn't expect him to figure it out this quickly. Well, he's made his move, now it's our turn to see how he plans to stop us."

As the weight of the situation settled over us, a silent agreement passed between us, an unspoken vow to stand united against whatever challenges lay ahead.

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CALM AFTER THE STORM |BTS OT7 X READER| HYBRID AU (M)

{Chapter Eleven – Storm}

Pairing: OT7 BTS!HYBRID X FEM!HUMAN READER

Kim Namjoon: Black Mackenzie Valley Alpha wolf

Kim Soekjin: White Alpha Lion

Min Yoongi: White Alpha Jaguar

Jung Hosoek: Alpha Snow Leopard

Park Jimin: Alpha Albino Cobra

Kim Taehyung: Alpha White/ Bleached Tiger

Jeon Jungkook: Alpha Black Panther

Reader: Heaven Valentino Human

Status: Ongoing

RATED (M) FOR MATURE

words: 3.6K!

WARNING: EVENTUAL SMUT, BLOOD GORE, DETAILED GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION, ABUSE (ALL FORMS), PROFANITY, VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, CHARACTER DEATH(MINOR), SADOMASOCHISM ACTS, MENTIONS OF BDSM, ETC...

CHAPTER WARNING: Mild angst, self-blame, accusations.

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MATERIALIST

Heaven's POV 

As I stood frozen in the room, my eyes widened at the sight of the abnormally large tiger that stood before me. Its sheer presence sent shivers down my spine, and I could feel my knees threatening to give out from under me in fear.

In that moment of shock, my mind raced at a thousand miles per hour, temporarily causing me to forget about the hybrids that I had in my care. It was only when a flicker of understanding crossed my thoughts that I remembered.

Hybrids.

One name surfaced in my mind—Taehyung.

I had known that hybrids, especially in their animal forms, possessed a larger stature compared to regular animals. However, I never anticipated encountering such a colossal being within the confines of my home.

The tiger, which I now realized was Taehyung, exuded a sense of calmness as he lounged on the ground, his massive form taking up a considerable amount of space in the room.

It struck me then that I had recently removed the chips that prevented the hybrids from shifting.

But they hadn't transformed before, so what triggered the change now?

As Taehyung shifted his gaze towards me, our eyes locked, and I could sense an unspoken communication passing between us.

Despite my best efforts to appear composed, the waves of fear coursing through me were undeniable. After all, who wouldn't be afraid when faced with a creature capable of ending a life with a single swipe of its paw?

With a reassurance that felt more for myself than for Taehyung, I mustered the courage to speak, my voice trembling slightly, "T-tae?"

To my surprise, Taehyung seemed to respond with a hint of recognition, emitting a soft chuff that echoed in the room.

It was a small gesture, but in that moment, it offered me a sliver of comfort amidst the overwhelming uncertainty of the situation.

As the tension lingered in the air, I couldn't shake off the surreal feeling of standing face to face with a being that was both magnificent and terrifying in equal measure.

The immense tiger before me was not just a creature of the wild; it was a reflection of the untamed essence that resided within the hybrids I had come to care for.

And in that moment, as I stood in the presence of Taehyung, I realized that the true test was not in overcoming my fear of the unknown, but in embracing the extraordinary bond that connected us, transcending the boundaries of fear and forging a connection that defied logic and reason.

As I muster up all the courage I can, I slowly take a step into the room, my heart pounding in my chest.

The sight that greets me almost makes me want to bolt out of there; the hybrid in front of me covers his head with his paws, whimpering softly. A pang of guilt surges through me - had my presence scared him?

Knowing the traumatic events these beings had endured, I mentally scold myself for not being more mindful of their feelings. I can't let my fear cause them more distress.

Before I can offer any words of comfort, the peace is shattered by the abrupt entrance of someone behind me. The voice that follows is filled with malice and anger, causing a shiver to run down my spine.

"Get out!" the voice commands, cutting through the tense air.

My eyes widen as I raise my gaze to meet Yoongi's intense stare. I can see the distrust in his eyes, the way he slightly averts his gaze from mine. 

"Yoon-" but I'm cut off, his next words hit me like a blow to the chest.

"No! Don't you dare say my name! The only reason I stayed quiet at the hospital was for Jungkook and Jimin's sake, but now I won't let you put my packmates in the same misery," Yoongi's words are laced with a mixture of anger and fear.

His accusations sting, and I struggle to find my voice amidst the whirlwind of emotions. Does he truly think I am capable of causing harm like those vile humans?

With a surge of determination, I step closer to Yoongi, my eyes pleading for understanding. I need to clear this misunderstanding, to assure him that I would never harm them.

"Yoongi, please, let's talk about this. I understand your fear, and I know it took me too long to find you, but I would never..." My voice trails off as a deep growl emanates from behind Yoongi, signaling another member of the pack - Taehyung.

The tension in the room is palpable, and I realize the magnitude of the situation I find myself in. Misunderstandings, fear, and past traumas intertwine in a delicate balance that hangs in the air, waiting to be resolved.

As the tension in the room escalated, the growl of the tiger hybrid reverberated, sending shivers down my spine.

The ferocity in Yoongi's gaze was unmistakable as he issued a stern warning, the intensity of his words cutting through the charged atmosphere.

"If you didn't get the hint the first time, let me spell it out for you. Get The Fuck Out," Yoongi's voice dripped with a lethal combination of authority and danger.

The gravity of the situation became even more palpable as Yoongi continued, his tone low and threatening, "Now, or else I won't be able to stop what Taehyung would do to you."

The mention of Taehyung, coupled with the ominous warning, sent a clear message that the consequences of overstaying my welcome would be dire.

I could sense the underlying tension and the unspoken implications in Yoongi's words, realizing that he was not bluffing. 

The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, and a sense of urgency gripped me as I processed the implied threat.

With a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I understood that the situation had escalated beyond my control.

Without hesitation, I made the swift decision to retreat, taking Yoongi's words as a final chance to extricate myself from a potentially dangerous predicament.

Turning on my heels, the sound of the door slamming shut behind me reverberated in the corridor, sealing off the tension-filled room and the unnerving confrontation I had just experienced.

In the dimly lit hall, my heart skipped a beat as I noticed Hoseok, Namjoon, and Jin standing in a somber silence, their eyes fixed on me.

I felt a wave of emotions rushing through me, threatening to break the calm facade I was desperately trying to maintain.

Jin's inscrutable expression added to the intensity of the moment. His unreadable face gave nothing away, but a subtle tick betrayed his true feelings before he turned away and retreated to his room, leaving me with a sense of unease and confusion.

Hoseok, usually the epitome of sunshine and warmth, cast me a glare that sent chills down my spine. The icy demeanor he wore was a stark contrast to his usual jovial self, leaving me reeling with the weight of his unspoken anger as he stormed off to his room, the tension palpable in the air.

A solitary tear escaped, tracing a path down my cheek as my world seemed to shatter around me.

Namjoon approached me, placing a comforting squeeze on my shoulder, a silent gesture of understanding that offered a sliver of solace in the midst of the storm of emotions.

Alone in the hallway, enveloped by the darkness that mirrored the turmoil in my mind, I was left grappling with a profound sense of loss and confusion.

The echoes of unspoken words and unshed tears reverberated within me, as I tried to make sense of the rift that had seemingly emerged out of nowhere, leaving me adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

Where had it all gone wrong? What had I missed, what had I overlooked? The weight of their silent gazes and unspoken words bore down on me, threatening to suffocate me in a suffocating embrace of despair.

As I stood there, a solitary figure in the darkness, I couldn't help but feel the crushing weight of my own inadequacies and shortcomings, the bitter taste of regret lingering on my tongue. 

The ghosts of unspoken apologies and unresolved conflicts haunted the corridors of my mind, leaving me lost in a maze of emotions that seemed impossible to navigate.

In that moment of quiet desperation, I found myself grappling with the harsh realities of fractured relationships and the fragility of human connections. 

The hall, once a place of familiarity and comfort, now felt foreign and alien, a stark reminder of the distance that had grown between us, tearing apart the fabric of our once-close bond.

And as I stood there, enveloped in the oppressive silence of the empty hallway, I realized that sometimes, the hardest battles we fight are the ones that rage within the confines of our own hearts and minds, the battle between acceptance and denial, between forgiveness and resentment, between holding on and letting go.

3rd Person's POV 

A week had slipped by since the once vibrant and cheerful ambiance within the household had been replaced by an unsettling tension that hung heavy in the air.

The hybrids within the house seemed to be actively avoiding any interactions with Heaven, creating an atmosphere fraught with silent animosity.

Heaven, though aware that their behavior was not a personal attack but rather a means of self-preservation for the hybrids, found it increasingly difficult to navigate through the palpable hostility.

Each time one of the hybrids brushed past her roughly in the corridors or made biting remarks, it felt like a physical blow to her emotions.

The younger hybrids, torn between their lingering affection for Heaven and their loyalty to their hyungs, found themselves in a state of inner conflict.

While they missed her gentle touches and warm smiles, the fear of betraying their hyungs kept them at a distance. 

Heaven's once comforting scent of lavender and baby powder now seemed to exude a different aura, adding to the sense of unease that permeated the household.

Among the hybrids, Jungkook appeared to be struggling the most, haunted by frequent nightmares that caused him to slip in and out of a state of vulnerability known as little space.

Jimin, on the other hand, grappled with traumatic memories of abuse during their abduction, recalling the harrowing experiences of violation and helplessness.

The remaining hybrids, while not subjected to the same degree of abuse as Jimin and Jungkook, still carried their own scars from the ordeal, contributing to the collective sense of trauma that lingered among them.

The weight of their shared past experiences seemed to cast a shadow over their present interactions, serving as a constant reminder of the horrors they had endured.

Despite their efforts to move forward and rebuild their lives, the specter of their past trauma loomed large, casting a long shadow over their attempts at healing and recovery.

Namjoon's pov 

As I lay on my bed, the weight of the mental chains pressing down on my wrists and ankles, memories of the horrors that my packmates and I endured flood my mind. The shadows of the past loom over me, casting a dark cloud over any semblance of peace.

Despite the fear and wariness that gnaw at me from within, I find solace in the fact that Heaven stands apart. She is the rare human who has treated us as equals, who has shown us kindness in a world that often seeks to oppress and divide.

Yet, my own insecurities threaten to drive a wedge between us. The walls I've built to protect myself inadvertently keep her at arm's length, a casualty of my own inner turmoil.

Navigating the delicate balance between my loyalty to my packmates and my yearning for connection with Heaven proves to be a Herculean task.

I strive to quell any hostility that might arise, especially from Yoongi, who bears the scars of past traumas more deeply than most.

I empathize with Yoongi's struggle to trust again, to let down the barriers that shield his heart from further pain. The fragile trust he had in Heaven shattered in the wake of our abduction, leaving behind a fractured bond that seems irreparable.

The desire to seek comfort in Heaven's embrace is a siren song that beckons me, yet the fear of betraying my brothers holds me back.

The choice between personal longing and allegiance to my pack weighs heavily on my mind, a burden that grows heavier with each passing moment.

As I grapple with these conflicting emotions, I know that healing will take time. Rebuilding the bridges that were burned, restoring the fractured trust among us, it all feels like an uphill battle.

I can only hope that, in time, we will find our way back to each other, back to the warmth and understanding that Heaven once offered.

Will she forgive us? our misgivings, our reluctance to embrace the connection we once shared? Or will the wounds of the past prove too deep to heal, driving a permanent wedge between us?

The uncertainty of the path ahead looms large, casting a shadow over my already troubled soul.

Only time will tell if we are able to mend what was broken, to find our way back to the light that once illuminated our bond with Heaven.

Heaven's POV 

After finishing a phone call with my brothers, who were concerned about the boys, I decided to ask them to postpone their visit.

I didn't disclose to them that the boys, for some reason, were avoiding me. I didn't want to burden my brothers with unnecessary worry or make a bigger deal out of the situation than necessary.

I felt the need to handle this issue on my own.

Feeling a mix of emotions, I was about to head into the bathroom for a shower when I heard a knock on my bedroom door. 

Startled by the sound, I couldn't recall the last time someone knocked on my door. Hopeful that it might be one of the boys, my heart quickened as I hurriedly made my way to answer the door.

Practicing to maintain a neutral expression, I finally opened the door and was taken aback to see Jungkook standing there, looking visibly nervous. 

"Jungkook?" I called out softly, my confusion evident on my face.

Considering that the older hybrids had been keeping the young ones away from me, I was surprised to find him standing outside my door.

Given that our bedrooms were in the same hall, it seemed risky for him to be there, potentially leading to misunderstandings with his hyungs.

"What are you doing here?" I inquired, trying to make sense of the unexpected visit.

Jungkook, appearing bashful, fidgeted with his fingers before responding, "Noo-Heaven... I-I-I came to get m-my h-hoodie." 

Despite his stutter, I managed an understanding "Oh" in response, unsure of what prompted this sudden interaction.

It was a dark and dreadful day when the boys got kidnapped. 

The memory of that horrific day still haunted me, the pain and fear still raw in my heart.

In the midst of the chaos and uncertainty, I found solace in the simple act of holding onto their hoodies.

It was a strange comfort, but their familiar scents made me feel closer to them, as if they were still by my side.

"Would you like to come in and wait while I go fetch your hoodie or do you want to wait here?" I asked softly.

"N-no, I'll stay here" he mumbled softly. I almost didn't hear him.

His hesitant response spoke volumes. I could sense the weight of his emotions, the unspoken grief that we both carried in our hearts.

Retrieving the hoodie from my closet, memories flooded my mind - memories of happier times, of laughter and camaraderie that now felt like a distant dream.

Each hoodie held a different story, a different piece of their personalities. Jungkook's hoodie, with its oversized fit and dark color palette, was a reflection of his strong and enigmatic persona.

I remembered how he would jokingly complain about my fashion choices, but secretly appreciated the effort I made to match his style.

Handing him the hoodie, I was taken aback by his swift reaction, as he mumbled a quick thankyou.

The sight of him retreating to one of his packmates rooms', clutching the hoodie to his chest, stirred a whirlwind of emotions within me.

Alone in my room, I tried to compose myself, to push back the tide of tears threatening to overwhelm me.

The ache in my chest was unbearable, a constant reminder of the gaping hole left by their absence.

Taking refuge in the familiarity of routine, I sought solace in the simple act of taking a shower, letting the steady stream of water wash away the physical and emotional residue of the day.

As I stood under the warm cascade, the echoes of their laughter and voices lingered in the air, a bittersweet reminder of what once was.

The weight of grief bore down on me, threatening to suffocate the flicker of hope that still burned within my heart.

But I knew that I had to stay strong, to weather this storm of emotions and emerge stronger on the other side.

Yoongi's POV

When Jungkook entered the room, the familiar scent of Heaven lingered around him, emanating from the hoodie he wore - the same one that had "mysteriously" gone missing and ended up in her possession.

It was no secret among the group that Heaven had collected each one of our hoodies, yet Jungkook didn't seem to mind as he buried his face in the fabric, savoring the essence of her presence.

Despite his attempts to appear nonchalant, I could sense the longing in his eyes, a silent yearning for her company that he tried to mask.

Witnessing the genuine joy on the face of the panther hybrid, I found it difficult to reprimand him for indulging in the scent filled hoodie, so I chose to silently observe, allowing him to bask in the fleeting happiness it brought him.

Reflecting on the tension that had arisen among the group due to Heaven's presence and the unspoken reasons behind their avoidance, a pang of guilt briefly tugged at my conscience.

However, the memories of my past experiences and the trauma endured by my packmates served as a stark reminder of the importance of safeguarding their well-being at all costs.

Recalling the hardships we had overcome together and the bonds forged through shared trials, I was resolute in my determination to shield them from any potential harm or distress, vowing never to allow them to suffer as we once had.

Although the situation may have strained our relationships and tested our trust, I took solace in the knowledge that my actions were guided by a desire to protect those closest to me, even if it meant making difficult decisions and bearing the weight of their consequences.

As Jungkook lost himself in the memories that enveloped him within the comforting embrace of Heaven's scent, I silently vowed to uphold my commitment to safeguarding the pack, drawing strength from the resilience we had shown in the face of adversity and the unwavering bonds that bound us together.

As I lazily sat on my cozy bed, the soft hum of the TV filling the room, I couldn't shake off the restlessness creeping under my skin. Boredom was like a persistent itch I just couldn't scratch away.

With a huff, I pushed myself off the bed and decided to head downstairs in search of some snacks to cure my growing hunger.

Before I left my room, I turned to Jungkook, who seemed lost in his own world, enveloped in the comforting scent of his hoodie.

"Hey kook, I'm going downstairs to get some snacks, do you want anything?" I asked him, not really expecting a coherent response.

He merely shook his head, his gaze distant and unfocused, and I shrugged before making my way downstairs.

The early evening sunlight was slowly fading, casting a warm glow throughout the house as I made my way towards the kitchen.

However, my plans were halted when I spotted Heaven standing there, looking utterly lost and defeated.

I almost turned back, not wanting to get involved in whatever mess she had found herself in this time.

But her words, filled with self-criticism and disappointment, made me pause in my tracks.

"Stupid Heaven, stupid. You can't do things right anymore!" Her voice was filled with frustration and self-blame, tugging at my heartstrings despite my best efforts to remain indifferent.

"First you fail your hybrids, and now you fail to follow a simple cookie recipe, dar! Yoongi loves tangerines, and I messed this up." Her tone was laced with sadness and regret as she continued to reprimand herself.

I froze at the mention of my name. How did she know about my fondness for tangerines? Was she attempting to make them for me?

The realization hit me, making my defenses momentarily falter as a wave of unexpected emotions washed over me.

Before I could dwell on these fleeting feelings, I felt a surge of anger rising within me.

I hastily made my way back upstairs, desperate to avoid confronting the complex emotions that Heaven's actions had stirred within me.

The internal turmoil left a bitter taste in my mouth as I grudgingly acknowledged that my feelings towards Heaven were far more complicated than mere irritation or indifference.

Fuck!

I don't like where this is heading at all.

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CALM AFTER THE STORM |BTS OT7 X READER| HYBRID AU (M)

{Chapter Eight – Nothing Matters, Only You}

Pairing: OT7 BTS!HYBRID X FEM!HUMAN READER

Kim Namjoon: Black Mackenzie Valley Alpha wolf

Kim Soekjin: White Alpha Lion

Min Yoongi: White Alpha Jaguar

Jung Hosoek: Alpha Snow Leopard

Park Jimin: Alpha Albino Cobra

Kim Taehyung: Alpha White/ Bleached Tiger

Jeon Jungkook: Alpha Black Panther

Reader: Heaven Valentino Human

Status: Ongoing

RATED (M) FOR MATURE

words: 5.0k!

WARNING: EVENTUAL SMUT, BLOOD GORE, DETAILED GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION, ABUSE (ALL FORMS), PROFANITY, VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, CHARACTER DEATH(MINOR), SADOMASOCHISM ACTS, MENTIONS OF BDSM, ETC...

CHAPTER WARNING: just fluff and slight angst

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MATERIALIST

Heaven's POV

It’s been a smooth ride for the past few days. Ever since the boys blended in with my other brothers and the staff, things have been going great. It's heartwarming to see everyone getting along so well.

Today was a significant day for us as it marked the start of our training sessions. I was bursting with excitement, eagerly anticipating the progress we'd make. The goal is for them to grow into the fierce yet compassionate predators they were born to be.

This morning, I decided to start our day early, much to the dismay of Yoongi. Anyone who knows him would understand how much he values his beauty sleep. I almost got scratched for daring to disturb his slumber. It's a known fact that he detests being woken up, except by me. There's something special about our bond that allows me to rouse him from his sleep or cuddle with him for extended periods.

However, today seemed to be a bit of a mix-up for Yoongi. Mistaking me for Jungkook, he was caught off guard when I accompanied the younger one to wake him up. Jungkook is known for his mischievous nature, especially when it comes to teasing his older brothers like Yoongi. The look on Yoongi’s face was priceless when he realized it was me and not Jungkook who was trying to wake him up.

The sight of Yoongi's confusion and Jungkook’s mischievous grin nearly drove me to laughter, despite the seriousness of the situation. It was a moment that perfectly encapsulated the unique dynamics within our little family. Yoongi glaring at me, Jungkook stifling his laughter, and me trying to maintain a serious facade while inwardly cracking up.

The sun had barely begun to rise, casting a soft golden hue over the backyard where my unsuspecting group of sleepy, pajama-clad boys stood. I couldn't help but smile as I looked at their disheveled appearances, the remnants of sleep still heavy in their eyes. It was going to be a challenge to get them up and moving, but I was determined to show them some tough love and kickstart their day with a bang.

I cleared my throat, trying to stifle a giggle as their groggy expressions turned into scowls at being awoken so early.

"Alright, listen up, boys," I announced, trying to sound authoritative despite the amusement bubbling inside me.

"You're probably wondering why I dragged you out here at the crack of dawn."

Their eyes widened slightly, the first signs of curiosity peeking through their exhaustion.

"Well, today marks the beginning of our training regimen. My brothers will be taking the lead as your instructors, with some additional experts joining us later on."

They stared at me as if I had completely lost my mind, but it wasn't long before the realization set in. Panic ensued as they scrambled to shake off their sleep-induced fog and mentally prepare for the day ahead.

I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of their frantic movements, a mix of amusement and fond exasperation washing over me.

As they finally began to gather, still half-asleep and disheveled, I couldn't resist a teasing remark.

"Come on, guys, let's try to look less like a pack of zombies and more like aspiring warriors, shall we? Get yourselves in formation now."

Their movements halted at my loud directive, freezing in place like guilty pups caught in the act. I couldn't help but shake my head at their antics, a mix of amusement and exasperation tugging at my lips.

"Hey, Taehyung, what do you think you're doing to poor Jungkook over there?" I called out, unable to contain my laughter at the sight of Taehyung playfully tugging on Jungkook's hair.

Jungkook shot me a mock pleading look, while Taehyung flashed a mischievous grin.

"Come on, noona, you know I'm innocent here. He started it by stepping on me!" Taehyung protested, feigning innocence with an exaggerated pout.

Jungkook rolled his eyes dramatically, trying to wriggle free from Taehyung's playful grasp.

"Don't listen to him, noona! He's just trying to save face. It was all Jin Hyung's fault; he pushed me first!" Jungkook interjected, pointing an accusing finger at Jin.

Jin raised his hands in defense, a mock look of innocence on his face.

"I only pushed him because Hoseok jabbed me in the ribs!" Jin protested, trying to shift the blame to the unsuspecting Hoseok.

And just like that, they were off, each boy pointing fingers and deflecting blame onto the next with playful banter and mock outrage.

I couldn't help but shake my head at the chaos unfolding before me, a mix of fond exasperation and amusement bubbling up inside me. It was going to be a long day indeed, but I wouldn't have it any other way with this crazy, lovable bunch of crackheads.

~Two Hours Later~

As the dust settled from the earlier chaos, my focus turned toward channeling the boys' newly found energy and determination. The moments of conflict and resistance had dissipated into the calm resolve that now emanated from their eyes.

With each of them fresh and cleansed, I could see a shift in their demeanor as they stood before me, listening intently to my instructions for the day. They seemed eager, yet unsure of what lay ahead, a mix of curiosity and determination etched onto their faces.

I took a few moments to outline our plan for the day, making sure to emphasize the importance of easing into our training session. The boys nodded in agreement, their expressions serious and focused.

"As we start off today, we'll take it easy with some warm-up exercises, theory lessons, guidelines, and practice rounds," I began, my voice firm but encouraging. "Remember, the key is to be prepared and observant in combat. Let your enemy make the first move, learn from their actions, and use it to your advantage. Their strengths could also reveal their weaknesses, just as yours could."

I paused occasionally to ensure that they were following along, gauging their understanding through their attentive expressions and occasional questions. It was important to me that they not only memorized the techniques but truly grasped the underlying principles that would guide them in their training.

As we waited for my brothers to join us, I continued to impart wisdom and strategies that I had learned over the years. I shared anecdotes from my own experiences, illustrating the importance of patience, strategy, and adaptability in combat.

The boys absorbed the information like sponges, eager to learn and improve their skills. It was clear that they were taking this training session seriously, eager to prove themselves and demonstrate their progress.

I could sense a camaraderie forming among them, a shared sense of purpose and determination that united them in their quest for mastery.

It was a satisfying sight, seeing them grow and evolve before my eyes. I knew that with dedication, perseverance, and a willingness to learn, they would continue to improve and excel in their training. And I was grateful to be a part of their journey, guiding them on the path to becoming skilled warriors in their own right.

It had been a long day waiting for my brothers to show up, and my impatience was growing by the minute. I mean, where were they? It was unlike them to be this late without a good reason. I was starting to stew in my own frustration, imagining all the things I would say to them when they finally arrived.

But just as I was about to unleash my anger, there they were, striding in as if they owned the place. Typical. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at their nonchalant attitude. I tried to keep my composure, putting on a fake smile to hide my irritation.

I couldn't resist a snarky remark, “Nice of you guys to finally join us.” I knew it would get under their skin, and sure enough, they smirked in response. My brothers always knew how to push my buttons, and they seemed to take great pleasure in it.

Dante, ever the instigator, didn't miss a beat, teasing me about my murderous thoughts. “I know you were plotting our deaths in your head,” he said with a chuckle. I couldn't help but give him a playful shove, my irritation momentarily forgotten.

Andre, the voice of reason as always, intervened before things could escalate further. “Enough, you two. Let's get started, shall we?” he said, and we all nodded in agreement.

As we began planning our training session, I couldn't help but feel grateful for my brothers. Sure, they had a knack for getting on my nerves, but deep down, I knew they always had my back. We worked well together, each of us bringing our own strengths to the table.

As we went through the training grounds, discussing strategies and giving each other pointers, I couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie. Despite our differences and occasional squabbles, we were a team, united by our shared goals and unwavering bond as siblings.

In the end, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, I could always count on my brothers to be by my side, ready to support and push me to be the best version of myself. And for that, I was grateful.

The day goes on as we warm up and prepare ourselves for the practice rounds. It's a routine we're all familiar with by now, but there's always a sense of anticipation in the air. Every practice session is a chance to improve, to get a little bit better, and to bond as a team.

Marcus, the second eldest, comes up to me. Marcus is usually a subtle and reserved kind of guy. Yeah, he does make a few jokes here and there, but not as chatty as Dante and Andre. He's the kind of guy who listens more than he speaks, but when he does say something, it's usually worth hearing.

“Hey sis, you good?” He asks, a tinge of his Italian accent slipping in and out. I can tell there's something on his mind, probably something weighing heavy on his heart.

“Yeah, I'm alright, and how are you holding up, after….” I don't finish, knowing it's a very prickly topic for him. Marcus met this girl last fall, and he immediately fell in love with her. It was so sudden, so unexpected, and yet he was sure she was the one.

How that happened, I don't know. What surprised me is that he didn't even try to do a background check on her, despite us continuously telling him to. We were worried, we were concerned, but Marcus was adamant. He refused and said he trusted her and that she was just an ordinary girl.

We could have easily done it ourselves, but we couldn't disrespect Marcus. He was always happy, and whenever he would come back from meeting her, he always had this goofy smile on his face like a kid on Christmas day. It was infectious, his happiness, his joy, his faith in this girl he barely knew.

I still remember the day he introduced her to us. She was beautiful, no doubt about that, but there was something in her eyes, something in the way she smiled that didn't sit right with me. I couldn't put my finger on it then, but now looking back, I wish I had trusted my instincts.

But Marcus, oh Marcus, he was smitten. He was blind to any doubts, any suspicions, any warning signs. He was in love, head over heels, and nothing could shake that belief he had in her.

Marcus is like a fortress, Guarded, tough, and practically untouchable. He's not the type to let just anyone in, you’ve got to earn his trust.

But then along comes this woman, and suddenly, all his walls come crashing down. It's like he's under some kind of spell or something. He's completely head over heels for her. But that's until she betrayed him.

Even though Marcus tries to play it cool, you can see right through him,

“I'm alright,” he says in that calm, collected tone of his. That’s his way of saying, "back off, don't push it."

Trust me, you do not want to see Marcus when he's angry. It's like trying to calm a storm, impossible and dangerous.

As Andre swaggered into the room with his shorts and no shirt, I couldn't help but cringe a little. But then Namjoon sauntered in, following his lead, and suddenly my ovaries were in overdrive. Namjoon was a sight to behold - tall, muscular, and just a tad underfed due to malnutrition. Thankfully, he was now looking healthier than ever, unlike those first few days when he couldn't keep anything down.

His confidence exuded an air of nonchalance as he strode into the arena, commanding attention without even trying. I found myself staring, completely captivated by his presence, until Marcus nudged me out of my daze.

"Hey, if you keep ogling with your mouth wide open, you'll catch flies," Marcus teased, earning a playful swat on the shoulder from me in response.

Turning back to Namjoon, I watched as he engaged with Andre, going over the basics of the training regimen. Seeing him so focused and dedicated only added to his charm, making it hard for me to look away. His determination was palpable, and it stirred something within me.

As they continued their discussion, I couldn't help but admire the way Namjoon absorbed every detail, his eyes focused and his body language exuding confidence. It was clear that he was committed to mastering the skills we were teaching him, and it was inspiring to witness.

It was quite interesting watching the friendship between Namjoon and Andre grow closer. They seemed to have this natural connection, always engaging in deep conversations and sharing their thoughts on various topics.

Namjoon and Andre both possessed exceptional leadership qualities and high IQ levels, making them a formidable duo. Whenever Andre visited, he would often seek out Namjoon, eager to engage in what they called "intellectual talks". From discussions on philosophy to challenging each other's viewpoints, their conversations were always thought-provoking.

I decided to put Namjoon's intelligence to the test and had him take an IQ test. I was truly impressed by the high score he achieved, showcasing his sharp intellect and analytical skills. It was no wonder that he and Andre bonded over their shared intellectual curiosity and thirst for knowledge.

But despite their impressive qualities, both Namjoon and Andre had a quirky and playful side to them. They were both self-proclaimed "dorks" and had a knack for cracking jokes and lightening the mood whenever they were together. It was refreshing to see them embrace their silly side and not take themselves too seriously.

"Okay, listen up everybody," Andre began, commanding the attention of the group.

"You guys are going to learn what I like to call The Massive Bs: Block Before Bite. This technique will teach you how to protect yourself before combat. Block before bite, to put it simply, is to avoid getting hit whilst learning your opponent's fighting technique. It might seem simple, but it's quite challenging and for you to master this technique, it requires a significant amount of toleration and resistance."

As Andre continued to explain the intricacies of the technique, the boys nodded in understanding, eager to put his teachings into practice. It was moments like these that showcased the bond not only between Namjoon and Andre but the rest of the group. Their shared passion for learning and growth brought them together, creating a unique camaraderie that was truly special to witness.

So, Namjoon was the first to be called forward with Andre leading the training session and started demonstrating the techniques, physically showing Namjoon the ropes and tricks. It was impressive how quickly Namjoon and the others picked up the techniques. They took turns practicing, and I was amazed that they were able to grasp it within just a few hours. In contrast, it had taken me a couple of days to fully master the technique myself.

Witnessing their progress left me in awe. It was inspiring to see what they were capable of achieving in such a short amount of time. It made me excited for the training ahead. I realized that it might not be as daunting as I had initially thought.

As we wrapped up our first training session, I could see that the boys were exhausted. It was clear that the training had pushed them to their limits, but they persevered and gave it their all. I couldn't help but admire their determination and work ethic. It was evident that my brothers knew how to push someone to their physical limits and help them grow stronger.

Reflecting on the day, I felt a mix of emotions - pride in their progress, amazement at their abilities, and anticipation for what was to come in our training journey. Despite the challenges that lay ahead, I was confident that we were in good hands and that together, we would be able to conquer whatever obstacles came our way.

Looking ahead, I felt a sense of excitement and motivation. I knew that with hard work, dedication, and the support of my brothers, we would be able to achieve great things. This first training session had been eye-opening, and I was ready to tackle whatever challenges came our way in the future.

I took the elevator up to my floor, exhausted after a long day. All I could think of was a hot shower to wash away the grim of sweat and dirt. As I drew closer to my door  a familiar voice calling out my name stopped me in my tracks.

"Heaven!"

I turned around to see Jin. He was standing a few feet away, looking hesitant but determined.

"Hey Jin, what's up?" I said, leaning against the wall in the hallway.

Jin shuffled his feet nervously before finally speaking up. "Is it okay if I could use the kitchen?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his fingers twisting together.

I raised an eyebrow in confusion. "You want to use the kitchen?" I repeated, trying to understand his sudden request.

He took a deep breath before opening up to me, his words pouring out in a rush.

"Yes, I've never told you this, but I enjoy cooking. Before I was kidnapped by those men who put me in that auction where you saved us, my owner was an elderly woman. She treated me like her grandson and taught me everything I know about cooking and baking. She had a passion for trying new recipes and she passed that love on to me. But when she passed away, her grandsons threw me out of the house, and that's how I ended up in that horrible situation."

Honestly, I was surprised when Jin opened up to me about his past so quickly. It felt like a moment of genuine connection and trust between us.

I feel a mix of emotions knowing that he trusted me enough to share something so personal and troubling. But it also brought me happiness to think that he found some solace in confiding in me.

I made a silent promise to myself that I would always be there for him and the rest of the boys. I wanted them to feel safe and supported, to not have to relive any of their painful memories if they didn't want to.

As I listened to Jin speak, I couldn't help but admire his strength and resilience. It must have taken a lot for him to confront his past and share it with me. I wanted to make sure he knew how proud I was of him.

"I'm glad you told me about your past Jin," I said, my voice filled with sincerity. "You're incredibly strong for facing it head-on. I know there may be days when you feel the weight of your responsibilities as the oldest member of your pack, but please remember that you've already done so much for them. And I can confidently tell you, they all see and appreciate that."

I had noticed the moments when Jin's usual overly confident demeanor faltered, when his eyes betrayed a pain he tried to hide. It was clear that the burden of being the oldest weighed heavily on him.

I recalled how Andre once struggled with similar feelings of duty and responsibility. We had all sat down with him, reassured him that it was okay to show vulnerability, and reminded him that we were a family that supported each other no matter what.

I hoped my words had the same effect on Jin, that he felt a sense of belonging and understanding among us. I wanted him to know that he wasn't alone in his struggles and that we were here to lift him up when he needed it.

I was grateful for Jin's trust and vowed to always be there for him and the boys.

As I see Jin's face light up with relief at my words, I can't help but feel a surge of affection towards him. He's always been so caring and thoughtful towards everyone around him, it's only fair that he receives the same in return.

"Really?" He asks excitedly.

"Of course, and also you don't need my permission to use anything. Just go for it and knock yourself out," I say with a playful punch to his arm, eliciting a genuine laugh from him. His laughter is contagious, and soon enough, we're both chuckling like a couple of old friends reminiscing about good times.

I watch him as he nods in understanding, his expression softening with gratitude. Jin has always been one to wear his heart on his sleeve, and it warms my own heart to know that he trusts me enough to confide in me.

"Okay Jin, I'm glad we had this talk. Let me go shower, and you go do you in the kitchen, also could you please tell the young ones to go shower," I say, already mentally preparing myself for the inevitable struggle of convincing Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook to clean up. It's always a challenge with those three, but their antics never fail to bring a smile to my face.

Speaking of Jimin, trying to get him to take a bath is like wrangling a cat - quite literally, considering he's a snake hybrid. But just like any creature of habit, he resists the idea of cleanliness with all his feline stubbornness.

Jin lets out a snort of amusement, fully aware of the impending battle ahead before heading off to the kitchen to prepare something for us.

With a sigh and a shake of my head, I turn back towards my room, ready to wash away the day's worries and thoughts with a nice, hot shower. The sound of water cascading down in the bathroom soothes my mind as I let the warmth seep into my bones, washing away any lingering tension.

As I step out of the shower, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, I know that no matter what challenges may come our way, as long as we have each other's backs, we can weather any storm that comes our way.

Jin's smile and laughter echo in my mind, a constant reminder of the strength and warmth of our growing bond.

3rd Person's POV

Everyone gathered in the cozy kitchen, their stomachs growling in anticipation as the mouthwatering aroma of Jin's cooking wafted through the air. The room was abuzz with chatter and excitement, the energy palpable as they eagerly awaited the feast that was about to be served.

Jin had outdone himself, with a spread that could rival even the fanciest of restaurants. From succulent stuffed chicken to gourmet delicacies that looked straight out of a magazine, the dishes lined the kitchen counter in a tempting display. And let's not forget about the desserts - they were a work of art in themselves, guaranteed to satisfy even the sweetest tooth.

But despite the impressive array of dishes before them, Heaven knew all too well that once her brothers and hybrids dug in, it would all disappear in a flash. They had a knack for devouring everything in sight, leaving no crumb behind. It was a wonder they had never entered a food-eating contest with their insatiable appetites.

As Jin put the finishing touches on the last dish, the boys eagerly gathered around, their eyes lighting up with anticipation. They were like a pack of hungry wolves, ready to pounce on their prey at any moment. But Jin had other plans.

"Before you beasts attack, let's show some manners, shall we?" Jin teased, a playful glint in his eye. "Heaven gets first dibs. We all know she's the only one who won't inhale her food in two seconds flat."

The boys grumbled half-heartedly, but they knew better than to argue with Jin. His cooking was non-negotiable, and they dared not risk missing out on his culinary creations. With a mock bow, Heaven stepped forward, her mouth watering at the thought of finally digging in.

She filled her plate with a reasonable portion, not wanting to overdo it and risk feeling like a beached whale afterward. It was a delicate balance - wanting to savor every bite while also trying to keep up with the bottomless pits that were her companions. But she was determined to enjoy every morsel, even if it meant fending off her brothers' attempts to steal a bite.

Just as Heaven is about to turn around and tell them to get their food, they all rush in like a pack of wolves getting as much food as they can.

"I'm surrounded by a bunch of amateurs," she says, shaking her head in disbelief. Dinner goes well as they all happily converse, telling embarrassing stories about each other.

When Jay walks in looking feverish. The once cheery mood vanishes in an instant as everyone's attention turns to him.

"Ms Valentino, we have a problem," he announces with a sense of urgency in his voice that immediately puts everyone on edge.

"What is it?" Heaven asks, her usually calm demeanor now replaced with a sense of seriousness that rarely graces her expression when her loved ones are around.

"Choi Woobin has gone rogue," Jay begins, his words hanging heavily in the air as everyone processes the gravity of the situation.

And just when things couldn't get any worse, Jay drops another bombshell that sends a chill down Heaven's spine.

"He managed to escape from prison and he's plotting revenge on you, but not just you. He somehow found out about the guys and is working with Jeong-sin, Min-Soo- or should I say Black Eagle's younger brother - to get revenge," he says, each word dripping with the weight of the impending threat.

Heaven feels her blood start to boil at the mention of her beloved hybrids being put in danger once again. The mere thought of anyone laying a finger on them ignites a fire within her that is unmatched.

"These guys just don't know when to quit, do they?" Heaven's tone drips with a mixture of frustration and determination as she makes it clear that she will not stand idly by while her loved ones are threatened.

With a steely gaze and a resolve as hard as steel, Heaven knows that she must act swiftly and decisively to protect those she holds dear. The safety of her hybrids, her family, is paramount, and she will stop at nothing to ensure that they remain unharmed.

The storm may be brewing on the horizon, but Heaven is ready to weather it with all the strength and courage she possesses.

She surveyed the room, her mixed emotions bubbling beneath the surface as she looked at the faces of her hybrids. Despite their stoic expressions, she could sense the fear lingering in their eyes, a subtle tremor betraying their unease. In that moment, she made a silent vow to herself and to them, a promise etched in her heart and soul.

"I won't let you be afraid. I'll always protect you," she whispered softly, her voice carrying a determination that seemed to resonate in the air around them.

With resolve etched on her face, she rose from her seat, exchanging a knowing glance with her brothers who understood the unspoken command. Jay, ever faithful, trailed behind her as she made her way out of the room, the weight of her mission heavy in the air.

As she prepared to confront the looming threat that had plagued their existence, she knew the risks involved. There was no certainty that she would return unscathed, but such thoughts were fleeting in the face of her unwavering dedication.

I have to put an end to this once and for all. She thought, her mind focused on the task ahead.

Her determination burned brightly, a fierce flame driving her forward as she pledged silently to herself.

I will fight for you with every ounce of my being, even if it means laying down my life. She affirmed, her conviction unwavering.

The love she held for her hybrids fueled her resolve, a fierce protectiveness surging within her veins.

With each step she took towards the impending confrontation, she carried with her the weight of her promise, a solemn oath to safeguard those who depended on her. The echoes of her whispered vow lingered in the air, a testament to the depth of her devotion to those she held dear.

As she embraced the uncertainty of the coming battle, her heart remained steadfast in its commitment to shield her boys from harm. In that pivotal moment, she found strength in her unwavering bond with her hybrids, a force that drove her forward into the unknown with unwavering resolve.

For her, there was no greater purpose than ensuring the safety and happiness of those she cherished above all else, even if it meant braving the darkest of paths. And with that unshakeable resolve guiding her, she stepped into the unknown, ready to face whatever lay ahead in the name of love and protection.

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Hey there!

I'm thrilled to share another chapter with you, filled with fluff and a tinge of angst. I really enjoyed writing this one, diving deeper into the private interactions Heaven is having with the boys. Those moments really add layers to the story, don't you think?

And let's talk about Jin - oh, what a character! I had so much fun exploring his personality a bit more in this chapter. He's definitely the quirkiest and funniest person around. I just want to tuck his cute confident ass in my pocket. He's just so precious!

I can't wait for him to return from the military. More Jin content is definitely needed.

Thank you so much for reading and being a part of this journey. Your support means the world to me. And hey, don't forget to vote and comment if you enjoyed this chapter. Your feedback keeps me going!

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CALM AFTER THE STORM |BTS OT7 X READER| HYBRID AU (M)

{Chapter Seven – Feelings Of Content}

Pairing: OT7 BTS!HYBRID X FEM!HUMAN READER

Kim Namjoon: Black Mackenzie Valley Alpha wolf

Kim Soekjin: White Alpha Lion

Min Yoongi: White Alpha Jaguar

Jung Hosoek: Alpha Snow Leopard

Park Jimin : Alpha Albino Cobra

Kim Taehyung: Alpha White/ Bleached Tiger

Jeon Jungkook: Alpha Black Panther

Reader: Heaven Valentino Human

Status: Ongoing

RATED (M) FOR MATURE

words: 3.7k!

WARNING: EVENTUAL SMUT, BLOOD GORE, DETAILED GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION, ABUSE (ALL FORMS), PROFANITY, VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, CHARACTER DEATH(MINOR), SADOMASOCHISM ACTS, MENTIONS OF BDSM, ETC...

CHAPTER WARNING: No warning just fluff, enjoy!

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MATERIALIST

Heaven's POV

As I walked hand in hand with Taehyung towards Jungkook's room, my heart swelled with happiness. I missed my boys so much while I was away. It felt like a lifetime had passed since I had seen their faces.

My boys? Hmm, it has a nice ring to it. The bond we shared was still in the making but I felt a deep pull towards them, it felt so right.

Despite the affection I felt for them, there were certain aspects of my life that I couldn't share with them. The dangerous and dark world I navigated through was something I wanted to shield them from at all costs. That's why I had taken it upon myself to train them so that they could defend themselves if the need ever arose. I couldn't bear the thought of them getting hurt or dragged into the shadows that haunted my existence.

They had already been through so much, faced numerous obstacles that tested their courage and resilience. I vowed to protect them from any further harm, to be their pillar of strength and support no matter what challenges lay ahead.

As Taehyung animatedly filled me in on all the things the guys had been up to in my absence, a warm feeling of contentment settled in my chest. Knowing that they were safe and happy brought me immense relief. To see them thriving and enjoying life without any restrictions or limitations filled me with pride and joy.

“— And Jungkook has been hooked ever since,” Taehyung concluded, talking about Jungkook's newfound obsession with gaming.

The thought of Jungkook engrossed in something he loved brought a smile to my face. It was moments like these that made all the hardships worth it.

When we finally reached Jungkook's room and I made a move to open the door, I was caught off guard as it swung open before I could even touch the handle. A blur of motion and a strong pair of arms enveloped me, pulling me into a tight hug.

“Noona, I missed you so much, don't ever leave me again,” Jungkook's voice was a mix of longing and playfulness as he squeezed me against his chest. His affectionate gesture warmed my heart.

“Aw, I'll never leave you, baby,” I reassured him, returning his hug with equal fervor. Just being in his presence made me feel whole and at peace.

Jungkook tugged me into his room, shutting the door behind us to block out Taehyung's protests. As he pulled me further into his personal space, I raised an eyebrow in silent question, only to be met with his guilty pout.

“I want to spend time with Noona, you can have her later,” Jungkook said to Taehyung, his voice tinged with a hint of mischief and affection. I chuckled at his antics, knowing that underneath his tough exterior, he was still a lovable and caring individual.

I heard Taehyung grunt from the other side of the door, but he didn't push the issue further. Jungkook had a way of getting what he wanted with his adorable pouts and persuasive tactics. It was a talent that never failed to amuse me.

Jungkook's  POV

As Taehyung left the two of us alone in the room, I guided her to sit on my bed and settled myself comfortably on the floor, resting my head in her lap. A wave of relaxation washed over me as she placed her hands on my head, gently running her fingers through my hair.

I closed my eyes, savoring the moment of pure bliss. She started humming a soft, soothing tune while continuing to play with my hair, almost hypnotizing me into a state of tranquility. Her touch was gentle yet comforting, and I felt a sense of peace wash over me.

“Jungkook, why do you and Jimin call me Noona? From what I read in the files, you guys are older than me,” she asked, a hint of confusion in her voice. I could sense that she was genuinely curious about our choice of address.

I smiled up at her, taking in the sweet scent that always seemed to surround her whenever we called her Noona.

"Because you're like a Noona to us. You're strong, brave, and caring. Ever since the day you brought me and my Hyungs into your life, I could see that fiery passion in you. It just feels right to call you Noona," I explained, my voice filled with affection.

Her fragrance, a delightful mix of lavender and baby powder, enveloped me in a sense of contentment. I inhaled deeply, reveling in the familiar scent that always made me feel at home. Knowing that I was the reason behind her happiness only added to my own.

“Kook, you're such a sweetheart, you know that?” she remarked, her smile warm and genuine.

I couldn't help but grin back at her. "I know," I replied playfully, drawing a chuckle from her. The sound was music to my ears, a reminder of the bond that was steadily growing between us.

Despite knowing her for a relatively short time, she had already managed to bring a sense of peace and acceptance to our little group. As hybrids, trust didn't come easily, especially given our past experiences with humans. However, Heaven – Noona, as we affectionately called her – was different. She exuded kindness, warmth, and a genuine care that set her apart from anyone we had encountered before.

It was evident that I, Jimin, Hosoek and Taehyung weren't the only ones drawn to her. The other members of our pack, though initially wary, had also begun to let down their guard in her presence. She had a way of making us feel valued and accepted, despite the prejudices we had faced due to our hybrid nature.

I closed my eyes again, letting the rhythmic motions of her fingers through my hair lull me into a state of peaceful bliss. In that moment, surrounded by her comforting presence, I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for her existence in our lives.

We bask in the serene tranquility, cocooned in a bubble of time where seconds feel like eternity, while her gentle fingers explore the strands of my hair, eliciting a chorus of contented purrs from deep within me. The minutes slip by imperceptibly until she shatters the peace with her soft voice.

“We'll be leaving this place, and I'll be taking you and the guys home,” she announces, her words laced with a sense of belonging that tugs at my heartstrings.

The word 'home' reverberates within me, stirring up a maelstrom of emotions. It's a word I've long forgotten, a concept that feels foreign yet strangely alluring when she includes us in it.

Tears cascade down my cheeks unchecked, catching me off guard until her tender touch on my face brings me back to reality.

“Sweetheart, what's the matter?” Her concern only intensifies my torrent of tears, and she enfolds me in a warm embrace, anchoring me to the present.

Clutching onto her like a lifeline, I release a floodgate of emotions that have been bottled up inside me for years, a deluge of unspoken longing and aching vulnerability.

The love I feel from her is a stark contrast to the protection and care my brothers have showered upon me as the youngest sibling. Despite my physical stature, I am forever the baby brother in their eyes, shielded from the harsh realities of the world.

Countless times, I've been summoned to satisfy the desires of others, yet my brothers have shielded me from the darker aspects of that world, insulating me from its horrors to preserve what little innocence remains in me.

I cherish them for their sacrifices, for the sacrifices they've made to shield me from the brutalities of life. I would willingly lay down my life to shield them from the darkness that threatens to engulf us all.

But now, a new person had entered my life, someone who had quickly become an essential part of it. Heaven. The mere thought of her brought a surge of emotions, a primal need to shield her from any potential harm that might come her way.

As I gazed into her eyes, a sense of protectiveness enveloped me like a cloak. I could feel my hybrid instincts clawing to the surface, urging me to keep her safe at all costs. It was a peculiar sensation, one that I had never experienced before, yet I welcomed it with open arms.

The overwhelming desire to safeguard her, to shield her from any danger that might lurk in the shadows, consumed me. It was as if a voice deep within me, primal and raw, whispered fiercely - "Protect what's mine." And in that moment, I knew without a shred of doubt that Heaven was mine to protect.

My eyes blazed with an intensity that startled even me. A fierce determination welled up inside me, igniting a burning need to stand guard between Heaven and any potential threat that dared to come near her. It was a feeling of territoriality and possessiveness, uncharted territory for me, but one that felt undeniably right.

And so, without hesitation, I made her a solemn promise.

“I will protect you, no matter the cost. Even if it means sacrificing myself in the process, I would do so gladly, knowing that I could keep you safe." My voice rumbled, thick with emotion, the words spilling out as a vow not just to her, but to myself as well.

As Heaven gazed back at me, her eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude, trust, and perhaps a hint of vulnerability, I knew that this newfound sense of protectiveness was not just a duty, but a privilege. To have someone to care for, to watch over, to love unconditionally - it was a responsibility I accepted with wholehearted dedication.

~Valentino Mansion~

3rd Person POV

~A Few Hours later~

The boys found themselves in awe as they drove past the grand gates of Heaven's mansion. They couldn't help but stare in wonder at the magnificent sight that was going to be their new home. It all seemed so surreal, like a dream they never wanted to wake up from.

As the car pulled up to the front of the house, they all stepped out, eagerly making their way inside the expansive mansion. Heaven, beaming with excitement, welcomed them with open arms.

“Welcome home, boys!” she squealed happily, her eyes shining with joy.

The boys were speechless, their hearts overflowing with gratitude and happiness. Jimin took the lead, followed by Jin, as they all surrounded Heaven, enveloping her in a tight, protective hug. She was their sanctuary, their comfort, the one who brought light and warmth into their lives.

Just then, a man entered the room, his presence commanding attention. He was strikingly handsome, with neatly groomed black hair and piercing hazel eyes that seemed to see right through them. Dressed in a sharp black suit, he exuded confidence and sophistication.

The hybrids, sensing a potential threat, instinctively formed a protective barrier around Heaven, their growls conveying a clear message of warning. The man, unruffled by their display, flashed a charming smile.

“Well, Heaven, it looks like you've found yourself quite the defence team. I can rest easy knowing you're in capable hands,” he remarked, his tone shifting from cool detachment to genuine warmth.

Heaven's laughter filled the room as she gently disengaged herself from the protective circle, running towards the man and embracing him tightly. The hybrids, though puzzled by the sudden change in atmosphere, maintained their guard, their loyalty unwavering.

With a soft sigh of contentment, Heaven planted a kiss on the man's cheek, eliciting a low growl from the hybrids, their possessiveness evident.

“Guys, I want you to meet someone very special to me, Andre Valentino, the eldest son of the Valentino family—my older brother,” she announced, causing the boys to gasp in surprise and quickly shift their focus. Suddenly, they appeared more like anxious puppies than fierce protectors.

Heaven's POV

"Hey everyone, it's so nice to finally meet all of you," Andre greeted the group with a big smile on his face. His enthusiasm was contagious, but I noticed that the boys seemed a bit hesitant and cautious. I totally understood where they were coming from. Building trust takes time, especially in a situation like this.

I decided not to push the boys to immediately trust Andre. They needed to learn for themselves who they could rely on and who they couldn't. It was all part of their training and growth process.

Namjoon, with a hint of confidence in his stride, stepped forward to greet Andre. The handshake between them was firm and friendly, and I could sense a real connection forming between them. It was clear that they would get along just fine.

As the initial tension melted away, the rest of the boys slowly approached Andre, exchanging introductions and pleasantries. It was a relief to see them starting to warm up to him and accept that he was a trustworthy companion.

"Alright, now that everyone has met, let me show you all to your rooms," I announced, leading the way towards the staircase. The boys followed closely behind, eager to settle into their new environment.

Andre gave us a wave as he headed off on his own, leaving us to continue with our introductions and settling in. The atmosphere was starting to feel more relaxed and welcoming, and I felt hopeful about the bonds that were beginning to form among us.

We finally made it to the fourth floor where my room and the rest of the boys' rooms were located. Jungkook couldn't contain his amazement when he saw the place, and his surprised expression made me chuckle.

As we stepped out of the elevator, Jungkook's eyes widened in awe, "Woah, Heaven Noona, your place is amazing!" he exclaimed.

"Our place, Kookie," I corrected him, giving him a warm smile. He blushed and looked away, his shyness contrasting with the fierce determination he had shown earlier. It was amusing to witness the duality of these boys, how they could switch from protective guardians to blushing messes in a matter of moments.

The space was not just mine but also theirs. I wanted them to feel at home and know that they didn't have to ask for anything because it was all theirs for the taking.

My room was at the far end in the middle, with the boys' rooms branching off to the left and right. I led them to the first room on the left, and their reactions brought tears to my eyes.

"How do you like this room?" I inquired, waiting for their response. Jin's eyes glistened with unshed tears as he spoke, "It's beautiful, Heaven, words can't describe how happy we are."

With a gleam of excitement, I revealed, "You're welcome because this is your room, Jin!" His disbelief was evident as he stammered, "W-what do you mean this entire room is mine? I'm not sharing with the other guys?"

I explained my intention, "Yes, you each have your own rooms. I know you guys enjoy being together, but I wanted to give you the option to have your personal space when needed. It's essential for your mental well-being to have that time for yourself occasionally." They all nodded in agreement, understanding the importance of self-care.

"Feel free to decorate the rooms as you like. They come with built-in bathrooms and a restocked mini kitchen daily. It's like having your own mini flat. Make the most of them, but remember not to drift apart from each other," I advised, emphasizing the significance of their bond.

Jin, overwhelmed with gratitude, managed to blurt out, "Thank you so much, Heaven. It's a bit soon, and I love you all, but please leave, I need some me time." With that, he ushered us out of his room and shut the door.

We couldn't help but burst into laughter at his abrupt dismissal, realizing how much he cherished the idea of having his own space. After showing the boys around the rest of the rooms, I left them to settle in and headed to my room for a long-awaited shower.

I stepped into the warm embrace of the shower, feeling the hot water cascade over my body like gentle waves, relieving the tension in my muscles. It had been a challenging week, but I knew every moment of it was worth it.

After my shower, I settled onto my bed, my mind already drifting to the task at hand - training them. It wasn't going to be a simple process. They were hybrids, each carrying different counterparts that played a crucial role in their development.

While general training methods could be effective, I knew that specific training tailored to their individual counterparts would be necessary. It meant I had to call upon my brothers and my uncle for assistance. In order for the training to be successful, they needed to trust me and my family.

To my surprise, the boys seemed to trust me quicker than I had anticipated. It was both reassuring and concerning, knowing that they were not inherently trusting individuals. They seemed to possess an instinct, a sixth sense, that guided them on who to trust and who to keep at arm's length. It was a trait that could prove to be a valuable asset for them in the future.

I was intrigued by the boys' innate abilities, as it gave them an edge in identifying friend from foe without the need for extensive background checks. I looked forward to helping them embrace their animal sides fully.

Their animalistic instincts had been suppressed for too long, and I knew that during training, there would be risks. They might struggle to control their instincts, leading to moments where they would need to tap into their animal selves. This could potentially unleash a feral side that risked them losing touch with their human nature.

It was a challenge I would tackle when the time was right. For now, my focus was on ensuring their well-being. Showering them with love and kindness, and making sure they were well-fed and content were the first steps towards building trust and establishing a strong foundation for their development.

Lost in my thoughts, I heard a knock on my bedroom door, snapping me out of my reverie.

“Come in!" I called out, wondering who it could be.

The door creaked open, and in walked Hoseok. He flashed me a smile and strolled over to the chair next to my bed.

“Hey,” he greeted me casually, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“What's up, hobi?” I asked, using his nickname.

He plopped down on the chair and rolled his eyes dramatically. “Nothing much, just trying to escape the chaos of the other guys. They're all busy fussing over their rooms, deciding on layouts and scenting every nook and cranny. Not my idea of a good time, you know?"

I chuckled at his exaggerated expression. “I get it. Well, you're always welcome to hang out with me.”

Hoseok's face lit up at the offer. “Really? That would be awesome. What are we gonna do then?”

I thought for a moment before suggesting, “How about we watch a movie together? I've got some good stuff lined up on Netflix.”

He nodded eagerly, adjusting his position on the chair. “Sounds perfect. Let's do it.”

As I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, I chuckled a little remembering his earlier statement.

"Hey, isn't scenting something like a hybrid thing you guys do?” I asked amused

Hoseok chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, it's a hybrid thing. We like to mark our territory, so to speak. Having our scent around makes us feel safe and connected to our humans. It's just a natural instinct for us.”

I couldn't help but smile at his explanation. “That's actually really interesting. I'm glad you guys feel at home here.”

He reached out and gently squeezed my hand, his eyes filled with gratitude. “Thanks for accepting us, it means a lot. You've created a place where we can truly belong.”

I felt a warm wave of affection towards him and lightly touched his cheek, feeling the softness of his skin beneath my fingers. Hoseok leaned into my touch, his gaze intense and filled with unspoken emotion.

In that moment, I realized how lucky I was to have him and the rest of the boys in my life.

I headed to my snack cabinet, ensuring it was stocked with all my favorite munchies. With everything in place, I settled into bed with a cozy throw blanket draping over us, snuggling against each other.

Hobi's eyes sparkled with curiosity as he dove into the world of technology. It was as if he was a toddler discovering new wonders, and his enthusiasm was just too adorable to resist. He bombarded me with countless questions, eager to soak up all the knowledge he had missed out on in his life.

We decided to watch a movie and ended up cuddled together, sharing laughs and tears as we got engrossed in different scenes. One movie led to another, and eventually, we found ourselves binge-watching a whole series.

I must have dozed off without realizing it because the next thing I knew, I was slowly waking up to the sensation of multiple bodies around me. As I fully opened my eyes, I saw the TV turned off and my bed occupied by seven grown men.

Despite the surprise, I felt an overwhelming sense of warmth and contentment. It was a rare moment of tranquility.

In that moment, surrounded by those I cared for, I experienced a sense of peace and belonging that I rarely found elsewhere only around my family. It was in those simple moments of togetherness that I felt like a normal 23-year-old girl, just enjoying the company of my boys.

Those moments made me feel complete, as if all the pieces of my scattered self had finally come together. The feeling of contentment washed over me, enveloping me in its comforting embrace. And in that serenity, I found solace and joy in the embrace of my makeshift family.

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Heyyy beautiful people!

I'm so glad you enjoyed this Chapter. Writing this one was really special to me because, let's be real, the initial chapters were quite dark. It's been so refreshing to delve into a fluffier side of the story. It's like a breath of fresh air, you know? But hey, don't get too comfy just yet! We still have a long journey ahead before everything falls into place. Heaven and the boys are just getting started, and trust me, there are a lot of surprises and twists waiting to unfold. 🤫🫣

Jungkook's character development is really starting to shine through. I can see him slowly breaking free from his conditioning, revealing his true self. And let's not forget about Jimin, Taehyung, and Yoongi — they're also on their way to embracing their predator hybrid sides. It won't be long before they all fully transform into the powerful beings they were meant to be. 😁🤭

Oh, and can we take a moment to appreciate Hobi's adorable and dramatic personality? He may seem all sunshine and rainbows on the surface, but trust me, there's more to him than meets the eye. Don't let that pretty face and sweet voice fool you! 😏🥴

I'm beyond excited for you all to witness the growth of the hybrids as the story progresses. It's all just brewing under the surface, waiting for the right moment to burst forth. So hang in there, folks! There's so much more excitement to come. 😆

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CALM AFTER THE STORM |BTS OT7 X READER| HYBRID AU (M)

{Chapter Three – Noona}

Pairing: OT7 BTS!HYBRID X FEM!HUMAN READER

Kim Namjoon: Black Mackenzie Valley Alpha wolf

Kim Soekjin: White Alpha Lion

Min Yoongi: White Alpha Jaguar

Jung Hosoek: Alpha Snow Leopard

Park Jimin : Alpha Albino Cobra

Kim Taehyung: Alpha White/ Bleached Tiger

Jeon Jungkook: Alpha Black Panther

Reader: Heaven Valentino Human

Status: Ongoing

Rated (M) for mature

Words: 4k!

WARNING: EVENTUAL SMUT, BLOOD GORE, DETAILED GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION, ABUSE (ALL FORMS), PROFANITY, VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, CHARACTER DEATH(MINOR), SADOMASOCHISM ACTS, MENTIONS OF BDSM, ETC...

CHAPTER WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MENTIONS OF MENTAL TRAUMA, (MILD) PANIC ATTACK AND PROFANITY. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION

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MATERIALIST

Taehyung's POV 

The shock I felt was overwhelming, to say the least.

Why was she going against everything we've been taught? As hybrids, our purpose has always been crystal clear - to serve humans obediently and to seek their approval and attention.

Yet here she stood, challenging the very foundation of our existence. She advocated for our freedom, for the recognition of our worth as equals in a society that had always viewed us as mere possessions.

I couldn't help but question her motives. Was she naive, idealistic, or perhaps just brave beyond measure? And where did that leave the rest of us who had long accepted our subjugated status without resistance?

Lost in contemplation, I was taken aback when she appeared before me, concern etched across her features.

"Taehyung, are you alright? You seemed lost in thought," she inquired, her eyes reflecting a genuine worry that tugged at my emotions.

In that moment, I longed to seek solace in her embrace, to share the turmoil brewing within me. For I was far from okay, and the realization of our oppressed existence weighed heavily on my heart.

Being owned and exploited had been our norm – a perpetual cycle of submission that had stifled any flicker of rebellion within us. The dream of freedom, of being recognized and respected, had seemed like a distant, unattainable fantasy.

But her words, her actions... Perhaps they held the promise of a new dawn, a ray of hope amidst the darkness of our existence. Maybe, just maybe, today marked the beginning of a revolution long overdue.

As uncertainty mingled with hope within me, I couldn't help but wonder, 

Was this really a path we desired to tread, one filled with unknown challenges and risks? Or was it a leap into a future where our voices could finally be heard, our identities no longer defined by the chains of servitude?

The answers eluded me, shrouded in the complexity of our reality. And as I stood there, grappling with conflicting emotions, one thing became clear – the winds of change were blowing, and we stood at the precipice of a choice that could redefine our very existence.

Heaven's POV 

After carefully observing them, I realized that their appearance was not necessarily extravagant, but it was the emotions they displayed that caught my attention.

I could sense that they held great potential within them, waiting to be unlocked and showcased to the world.

I felt a strong determination to help them harness the talents and capabilities that lay dormant within them. They deserved a chance to shine and I was determined to make that happen.

In order to make them feel more comfortable and cared for, I called one of my guards to bring them some fresh clothes. It didn't sit right with me to see them in their current state, and I wanted to provide them with a sense of dignity and respect.

Shortly after my request, there was a knock on the door. I welcomed my guards into the room as they entered with multiple bags of clean, brand new clothes.

Their promptness and attention to detail reflected the level of care and professionalism that I expected from my staff.

"Ms. Valentino, here are the clothes you requested. They are clean and brand new, just as you specified," one of the guards informed me. I expressed my gratitude towards them and instructed them to also prepare seven double beds for our guests.

I began to envision the transformation that awaited them once they were given the necessary resources and support.

With determination and a compassionate heart, I was ready to guide them towards their full potential and help them realize the greatness that I saw within each of them.

I could feel several pairs of eyes on me as I stood there, commanding attention from them but I shrugged it off like it was nothing.

“Okay, uhm, how about you all take a shower, dress up, and wait for your beds,” I said with a warm smile, trying to make them feel comfortable in this new setting.

They didn't budge, their expressions a mix of surprise and disbelief. Well, this was just the beginning for them. They were about to get pampered in ways they never imagined. 

I caught Jimin's eye, and when he quickly averted his gaze, I raised an eyebrow in confusion. 

“Jimin?” I called out softly, making him tense up before slowly meeting my eyes again.

I gave them a piece of advice, emphasizing the importance of holding their heads high and never showing submission to anyone. I wanted them to be confident, to never let anyone look down on them. 

Taehyung was the first to stand up, a glimmer of determination in his eyes as he approached me, trying to break free from his ingrained habits.

It was progress, even if it was just a small step forward.

“Thank you mas-- H-Heaven, I promise that on behalf of me and my pack, we will try not to show submission and break through our conditioning,” Taehyung's voice was firm, filled with determination to change. 

I couldn't help but smile at his dedication. It was going to be a journey for them to embrace their true nature, and I was ready to guide them every step of the way.

As their protector and their link to the Valentino family, I made it clear that they were safe under my watch. No harm would come to them, not now, not ever.

“I'm glad, but let's not forget the practical stuff. Could you guys shower and dress up, please?” I added, feeling a bit awkward at the prolonged exposure to naked bodies. 

The scene was chaotic as they frantically tried to locate the bathroom.

Their confusion was evident as they scurried in different directions. I couldn't help but chuckle at their adorable bewilderment, finding amusement in their predicament.

Not wanting them to endure any more embarrassment, I took it upon myself to guide them to the bathroom, offering a sense of relief amidst the chaos.

As I directed them, I made sure to inform them about the specific toiletries I had prepared for their use.

Understanding the sensitivity of their skin to human products, I had purchased hybrid-friendly soap and body lotion, keeping their well-being in mind. New toothbrushes were also made available in the cupboards for their convenience.

To further put them at ease, I encouraged them to choose clothing from the bags I had set out, assuring them that they could change after they had showered.

However, it came as a surprise to me when I discovered that they had never used a shower before. My heart went out to them as I realized the foreignness of such a mundane activity for them.

It saddened me to think that they were unfamiliar with the concept of taking a shower, highlighting the stark differences between our species.

The fact that something as basic as personal hygiene could be a new and potentially overwhelming experience for them tugged at my heartstrings. It served as a poignant reminder of the privileges I often took for granted.

After demonstrating how to operate the shower, I left them on their own, granting them the privacy they deserved. 

Retreating to the living room of the suite, as I waited for the beds.

As I sat in the living room, my thoughts lingered on the cultural and physical barriers that separated us, prompting a sense of empathy and compassion for their vulnerable state.

~An Hour Later~

The boys were now clean and dressed, they looked absolutely breathtaking.

I mean, if they were good-looking before, now they were on a whole other level of beauty, they could pass for models on the front page of vogue magazines.

They were all rocking simple, casual outfits, but they somehow managed to make them look so stylish and chic. I couldn't help but admire how effortlessly cool they all looked.

"Okay, now that you guys are all clean and dressed, who's hungry?" I asked them, feeling excited about our little mealtime.

Hoseok timidly raised his hand without meeting my eyes. It was adorable how he was trying to be subtle about it.

"Yes, Hobi, what can I get for you?" I inquired, trying to make him feel more comfortable.

His reaction was priceless. His eyes widened, cheeks turning a cute shade of red as he stammered out his request.

"C-can I get w-what you're having, mas– Heaven?" 

Gosh, he was just too precious.

"Aww, Hobi, sweetheart, you don't have to be so polite. Order whatever you want, and I'll make sure you get it. And if you want to have the same as me, that's totally fine too. Same goes for all of you, alright?" I reassured them with a warm smile.

Seeing them all nodding in agreement made my heart melt. They were just too adorable for words.

I wasted no time in calling Min-Soo for some food delivery, and just like that, he was at our doorstep in no time. Seriously, did this guy have superhuman speed or what?

"Hello, Min-Soo. My hybrids and I are hungry. Where's the restaurant?" I asked him, my voice coming out emotionless but eager, ready to fill our bellies.

"I'm sorry miss Valentino but the kitchen is closed and will only be open at seven in the morning" He said.

The restaurant is closed, which is beyond frustrating. I mean, who closes a restaurant at such a crazy time? Especially when they host late night events, which end at two in the morning.

Annoyed at the inconvenience, I dismissed Min-Soo with a sharp word and closed the door firmly behind him. Turning back to my hybrids, I noticed they were all staring at me in bewilderment.

What? Did I say something?

“Are you guys okay?” I asked, my tone unintentionally brusque. 

But they all silently stared at me.

Weird.

Until it clicked.

"Oh, sorry, I hate insolence, it gets on my nerves," I remarked, deflecting the intensity of the situation with a casual shrug. 

"Hello? Yes could you please bring in some food…" I talked to my guards as I took time to ask the boys what they want before hanging up.

In the faint light of the room, I couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between the boys' imposing muscular bodies and the visible outline of their ribs, a telltale sign of malnourishment.

It tugged at my heart, a reminder of the struggles they must have faced.

As I stepped further into the room, their gazes bore into me, making me feel incredibly small despite my own confidence.

It wasn't just their sheer size or height that intimidated me, it was the way they stood in a rigid, almost defensive formation, like a wall closing in around me.

The hybrids seemed to exude a certain unpredictability that kept me slightly on edge.

Feeling the tension in the room, I tried to break the silence,

"As we wait for our food, why don't we do something?"

 Jin, the lion hybrid, approached me with measured steps, his presence commanding attention. 

There was an unspoken intensity in his voice that gave me pause, a hint of something hidden beneath the surface.

"What should we do?" His voice was laced with an unidentifiable undertone that sent a shiver down my spine.

I found myself faltering, unsure of how to interpret the weight behind his words.

Locking eyes with Jin, I noticed the darkness that seemed to swirl within them, a silent mystery that left me unsettled.

I realized then that he had been unusually quiet since our encounter began, a fact that added to his enigmatic aura.

Just as the tension peaked, a disruptive cough cut through the thick atmosphere, jolting us back to reality.

In that fleeting moment, the veil of darkness that shrouded Jin's eyes lifted, revealing a hint of vulnerability beneath the facade of strength.

What was that? It seemed like he was trying to figure something out, I could feel it.

The raw and undeniable fear.

Was he testing me, by trying to intimidate me?

Confusion and curiosity warred within me as I tried to make sense of the sudden shift in dynamics.

"C-can you please scratch my e-ears?" Jin's bashful request was just the tip of the iceberg in the dynamics among the hybrids.

The way he timidly approached me with that innocent look in his eyes, contrasting with the powerful aura he previously exuded, was quite a sight to behold.

As I gently ran my fingers through his hair and scratched his ears, the pure joy that washed over his face was undeniable.

The way he leaned into my touch, seeking more closeness, was endearing beyond words. It was a reminder of the simple pleasures in life that these hybrids had been deprived of for so long.

"Have you never been given pets?" I asked slightly amused.

He shakes his head no and that breaks my heart.

The fact that he and probably the rest of the boys had never experienced such a simple form of affection before was both heartwarming and heartbreaking.

It made me realize just how much they had missed out on in terms of basic care and love.

Observing the eagerness in the eyes of the other hybrids, I couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility weighing on me.

I had spent countless hours studying about hybrids, their behaviors, needs, and desires. 

Hybrids, as I had learned, were not just creatures to be feared or controlled. They were beings capable of deep emotions, forming bonds, and seeking out the warmth of touch and affection.

It was a side of them that many failed to see, overshadowed by their predatory instincts and fierce appearance.

So, when the other hybrids clamored around me, their eyes pleading for the same attention and care that Jin had received, I couldn't help but laugh at the sudden rush of demand for pets and cuddles.

It was a stark reminder of just how starved they were for these simple acts of kindness.

Without hesitation, I welcomed them into the circle, giving each of them the ear scratches and pets they had been longing for. 

The way their eyes lit up, their bodies relaxing under my touch, was a testament to the power of affection and care.

In that moment, surrounded by these powerful yet vulnerable beings, I knew that I had found my purpose.

To be the one who would give them everything they had been denied, to show them that in a world filled with darkness, there was still light and warmth to be found in simple gestures of love and kindness. 

I noticed only six of them came to me, their fluffy fur shimmering in the dim light of the room. They wagged their tails, eager for attention and pets.

I looked around and saw the seventh one standing alone in a corner, his eyes fixed on us but his body language distant, almost wary.

After I had finished giving the last hybrid his pets, I walked toward the seventh one cautiously.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked, a hint of concern creeping into my voice as I approached him.

He seemed a bit shaken, but his expression remained neutral.

"Yes," he replied, his tone firm but not unkind.

I sensed something beneath the surface, a tension that made me worry for him even more. "Are you certain? You don't seem..." I trailed off as he suddenly cut me off, his voice sharp and accusing.

"I SAID I'M FINE! YOU DON'T NEED TO PRETEND THAT YOU CARE ABOUT ME OR ANY OF US!!" He exclaimed, his words cutting through the room and capturing the attention of the other hybrids.

His outburst caught me off guard, his voice starkly different from the gentle tones I had heard before. I felt a surge of confusion and a tinge of hurt. Why did he think I was pretending?

“What are you talking about?” I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper in the tense atmosphere.

His words came rushing out, filled with anger and pain.

"Oh, cut your bullshit, no human is nice. You all are just sick solipsistic, power-starved, sex-hungry beings that want to use hybrids to feel superior. I know all of this is solely a ploy for us to trust you, only to betray us in the end and inflict unimaginable suffering on us!"

Tears streamed down his face, his anguish palpable in the room. I stood there, struck by the intensity of his accusations and the depth of his despair. His words stung, painting a picture of humanity that I couldn't bear to see reflected in his eyes.

As the weight of his words settled around us, I realized the importance of listening, truly listening, to his pain and fears.

This wasn't just an outburst, it was a cry for understanding and empathy in a world that had shown him nothing but cruelty and distrust.

I took a step closer, a silent promise in my heart to prove him wrong and to show him that not all humans are the monsters he believed us to be.

The situation was heartbreaking, to say the least. It was evident that he wasn't just dealing with anger or frustration, no, he was battling deep-rooted pain, scars that ran far beneath the surface. 

His anguish transcended mere emotions, it was a haunting blend of hurt, fear, and utter terror.

And who could blame him, or any of them for that matter? 

After enduring such torment for an extended period, even the most joyful individual can find themselves in the shadowy depths of despair.

The quiet ones, those who bear their burdens in silence, are not exempt either, eventually, the weight becomes too much to bear.

It all boils down to a matter of endurance, of how much one can bear and for how long. For him, for all of them huddled in that dimly lit room, they had reached their breaking point. 

The seams of their collective resilience were unraveling, frayed threads of composure coming undone in a tumultuous display of raw emotion.

As I cautiously approached him, offering a gesture of comfort, he recoiled, a pained scream tearing through the heavy air. 

"NO, NO, NO, BACK AWAY FROM ME," his voice cracked with anguish, the words punctuated by gasps for air. 

His desperate plea to keep his distance, to spare him from further distress, echoed off the walls in a wrenching crescendo of agony.

"DON'T TOUCH ME, PLEASE, I'M SO TIRED OF THIS!! PLEASE, DON'T DO IT, D-DON'T DO I-IT."

The desperation in his voice was palpable, a visceral reminder of the turmoil festering within his shattered psyche.

I could see the torment etched in every line of his face, the anguish that had driven him to this precipice of despair.

With a gut-wrenching cry, he twisted his fingers into a tight grip, his knuckles white with strain. His back pressed against the unforgiving wall, he sank to the floor, the weight of his suffering bowing him down to the ground.

A lump formed in my throat, a bitter taste of helplessness settling in the pit of my stomach as I bore witness to his unraveling.

The sight was almost too much to bear, a tableau of anguish that seared itself into my mind's eye.

He was a man besieged, haunted by ghosts that only he could see. What unspeakable horrors had he endured, what demons lurked in the darkest recesses of his mind?

My heart ached for him, a silent cry of empathy for a soul adrift in a sea of pain.

As he began to scratch at his skin, the telltale signs of a panic attack setting in, my heart clenched with a sense of impending dread.

The frantic energy that coursed through him, the feral need to escape his own skin, painted a stark portrait of a mind in turmoil.

In that moment, all I could do was bear witness, a silent sentinel in the face of a storm that threatened to consume us all. The air was thick with unspoken anguish, a heavy shroud of despair that cloaked us in its suffocating embrace.

As I took the risk and wrapped my arms around the hybrid, a wave of emotions and thoughts flooded my mind.

The danger of being so close to a hybrid in such volatile tendencies lingered in the back of my head, but my concern for his well-being overshadowed any fear I felt. 

The bond that seemed to have formed between us, seven males and myself, appeared almost predestined, as if our meeting was written in the stars.

To outsiders, my actions might seem irrational or even foolish, but deep within me, there was an unexplainable pull towards these individuals.

Their vulnerabilities and struggles tugged at my heartstrings, compelling me to protect and nurture them. The connection I felt with the hybrid in my embrace was undeniable, despite the risks involved.

As he held me tightly, I could sense his turmoil and pain. It was a moment of raw emotions, where words seemed inadequate.

Yet, I found myself making promises, vowing to shield them from any harm that may come their way. My voice quivered with determination as I declared my commitment to safeguard their autonomy and ensure they led a life free of suffering.

"It's okay, sweetie," I whispered, the weight of my promise heavy in the air.

"I swear on my life that no harm will befall you or any of the others. Your life, your choices – no one will infringe upon them. I will earn your trust and build a shield around you, protecting you from the darkness that once plagued your existence. Your future is bright, and I will not allow anyone, including myself, to cast a shadow over it."

In that moment, my resolve solidified, fueled by a mix of defiance and solemnity.

I knew the path ahead would be fraught with challenges, but my conviction to safeguard these individuals was unwavering. 

With every beat of my heart, I vowed to be their protector, their guardian, standing firm against any threat that dared to approach them.

And as we stood there, locked in an embrace that transcended words, I knew that this was just the beginning of a journey filled with unwavering loyalty and unbreakable bonds.

The male's once tense demeanor visibly softened, though he still clung onto me tightly, burying his face into the crook of my neck. The desperation in his actions was palpable. 

Glancing around, I realized that the others, who had been ominously silent until now, were all watching us intently. Despite their stoic expressions, the fear and weariness in their eyes betrayed their facade of indifference.

Turning my gaze back to the hybrid, I felt a shiver run down my spine as he held onto me with a fierce grip. His sudden intake of breath as he whispered in a low, guttural voice sent a chill down my spine.

"Noona"

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Hey, lovely readers!

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CHARACTERS Pt2

Jung Hosoek – Hybrid (Korean), Snow Leopard (27)

Park Jimin – Hybrid (Korean), Albino Cobra (26)

Kim Taehyung – Hybrid (Korean), Bleached Tiger (26)

Jeon Jungkook – Hybrid (Korean) Black Panther (24)

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