A Few Things You Should Keep In Mind When Studying Mbti

a few things you should keep in mind when studying mbti

cognition ≠ behavior

yes, our cognition affects our behavior, and if you believe in mbti, it surely affects our behavior too. with that said, you should keep in mind that we are complex human beings and it's impossible for us to act exactly like our type all the time.

which takes us to the next one

mbti is also about motivation

it's not just about your first reaction to stuff or your mental process when making a decision. it's also about your motivation with your actions. you did that thing. why? what were you trying to do when you did that? what were you thinking to do that? were you trying to find an effective solution to your problems? or maybe you were just trying to understand how that worked and why it worked like that?

write down your mental process

this one, seriously, do it before you understand the cognitive functions!! write down your thinking process when making a decision, write down every single thing you can think about your personality. it'll be useful. also if you have the patience to do so, write a very detailed journal about your thoughts for a couple days but those tips will work only if you have self knowledge.

be careful about the sources you're using

this is so important, I can't say it enough. it's pretty rare to find a trustable source to study mbti besides the books so if you're checking websites, be extra careful please.

I'd recommend you to check this website https://www.typeinmind.com/ it's the most trustable source I found

don't trust tests

yes, there are tests that can help you to have an idea about your mbti (16p is not included for god's sake) like sakinorva or the mistype investigator test, but the only way of being sure about your type is studying the functions and having enough self-knowledge.

This YouTube Channel has some great tips and reminders incase if anyone wants to support them!

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24 Hours A Day 🕓 Four PM (Sora Takeuchi)

📑 Table of Contents

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 100

Pairing: Reader x Sora

World: Air Gear

Challenge: Write a fic at 100 words or less.

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Sora sat next to you, Ikki across from you, next to Ringo. You were playing a card game that Ikki was currently winning and rubbing in your face.

You scowled, reaching for a card.

“Do you mind?” Sora questioned, pausing before pulling a card and throwing it on the table. The three blinked, staring at the Ace that beat the others.

“Cheater!” Ikki pointed a finger at Sora.

You scoffed. “He couldn’t even see the card.”

“Then how the hell did he get that? Your deck has been sucking hard!”

“I’m Y/N’s good luck charm ~!” Sora chimed, patting your thigh.

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What if... the CEOs were hybrids? | BTS OT7 au

Part 1 of my multiverse au mini series. Massive thank you to @oknymz / @shadowofahope for keeping me alive and sane and editing bits for me, otherwise I would have run away from this completely. And to everyone who kept cheering me on.

Warnings: 9k words, possessiveness, testosterone, jealousy, suggestive shit, sexual tension, general horniness, mentions of scenting + marking + breeding (the usual hybrid trope stuff). Blood (only a few drops).

playlist: Honey - Halsey

Hybrids: KNJ - Wolf, KSJ - Bear, MYG - Panther, JHS - Lion, PJM - Arctic fox, KTH - Tiger, JJK - Bunny.

You were late… not actually late, not by the company’s standards, but by your own. The bunny hybrid watches the clock tick closer to the scheduled meeting time, bodies pouring into the room with their own scents, but he couldn’t smell you. You normally attend meetings half an hour early to set up, Jin had noticed the habit and the maknae was hoping to catch a glimpse of you before everyone attended, but when he entered, expecting to see you, you were nowhere to be found.

He nibbled on his bottom lip in worry, where were you? The moment he decided to text the others, and yourself, he finally sees your figure rush in through the door. Relief fills him, albeit only momentarily.

Jungkook inhales and freezes for a moment. If you paid any attention you’d see his doe eyes dilate, his leg thumping underneath the desk.

Why did you smell like that? He grips the armrests to the chair with his nails almost tearing the metal to shreds like he were a wolf hybrid not a bunny. Someone obviously had their hands all over you last night. Why else would you smell so good? The state of you now, slightly dishevelled and tired, small dark circles under your eyes, he bet you didn’t even have time to shower, the smell is so pungent he can barely think of anything else.

Jealousy burns into anger at the thought of another with you, doing things only he and the other CEOs should be doing. He sniffs the air again, trying to see if he can detect who the culprit is behind your rendezvous, and pauses. He can’t smell anyone else… so why… did you smell… so… wait. Did you…

You… by yourself…

The lights in the meeting room dim for the presentation just as his cheeks turn bright red, his brain short circuiting. The thought of you alone, pleasuring yourself was too much for his brain to comprehend.

Mount her, his baser instincts cloud his mind, he grips onto the table in front of him so hard he can hear it breaking. Nip her cute little butt into position and mount her.

He chews his lip like a lifeline, watching you write down your notes in the dark. His head snaps to a random direction when you turn towards him, having felt the pressure of his stare.

You frown, was something bothering him today? You finally noticed the thumping under the table from where you were sat, the other employees ignoring the sound as the speaker continued the presentation. You were so distracted by the ache in between your legs and your state of burn out you didn’t even greet him this morning. Maybe that was partially on purpose… you don’t think you could control yourself from ogling and drooling if met alone with the youngest CEO’s handsome face this early in the morning, even now your legs rubbed together to try to stifle the dull throb that settled in as your thoughts ran rampant.

You hadn’t slept well last night and you tried everything, and you mean everything. By Sod’s law you finally caught some sleep around half four in the morning only to sleep through your alarm. Great start to the day… you needed coffee, and lots of it.

Yoongi always had access to coffee, maybe you could bribe him into getting you some, it was no secret the CEOs had a soft spot for you, their favourite human and employee. Even the stoic panther gave into you when you wanted something. You’re sure after a session of your playful banter he would be more than willing to give in. He always gave in in the end…

You don’t know why your thoughts are turning you on, or maybe it was the face of the hybrid CEOs and their sultry smirks filling your brain that has you dripping in arousal. You try not to show anything on your face as your thoughts become more debaucherous, shifting uncomfortably in your seat, unable to stop them from heading that way.

You notice the bunny hybrid sniffing the air audibly, frowning as he closed his eyes as if in pain… maybe his rhinitis was playing up.

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​​You walk into their office with a mountain of paperwork in your hands, unaware of the way 5 of the CEOs inhabiting the room freeze. What was that smell? Ears on end and attention completely drawn to you, they find themselves needing to gulp for air but every breath is contaminated with you.

Taehyung is the first to make a move, one thought in his mind as you put the files down on Jungkook’s desk. You startle for a moment when you feel his nose brush against your neck as he sniffs.

“Taehyung,” Namjoon says wearily in warning, knuckles turning white from the grip he has on his desk. The others only gawp, unable to move or breathe if they wanted to.

The tiger presses himself against your back as softly as he could, groaning as the need to have you in his hands overwhelms him. His hands reach for the wood of the desk in front of you, effectively trapping you in his little cage.

“Do I smell bad?” You lightly chuckle but with worry. You didn’t have time to shower this morning, did you stink?

“Like golden honey beautiful girl,” Jin grins cheekily from his seat, the bear hybrid laughing to himself at his inside joke.

“Oh…. Tae, do you not like honey?”

The tiger only hums against your neck, a pleasant shiver running through your skin as he subtly scents you, rubbing his head against you as unassumingly as possible.

“Taehyung,” Namjoon doesn’t shout but his voice is firmer than before, making you jump a little.

The growl that vibrated against you screamed territorial aggression, the room stills for a second, the lump in your throat as you swallow is the only sound heard to their sensitive ears.

You try not to think about how much you hated that he backed away, you try not to let it show on your face as you pick up the files from the surrounding desks, unaware of the tiger’s eyes on you, of all their eyes on you. You felt empty without his embrace, a sudden cold penetrated through your clothes without his heat.

Jimin flashes you a smile that doesn’t reach the hungry look in his eyes as he hands you the file himself, fingers brushing against your own as you take them. He can feel your pulse resonate through your skin.

To his surprise you lean in closer, were you trying to test his patience? He was already trying to hold his breath, your scent already starting to dim the human side of him, and unleash the beast.

“Is Jungkook feeling okay today?” You whisper to him even though you know logically they can all hear you, being hybrids and all. “He seemed a bit anxious at the meeting this morning.”

The arctic fox hybrid smirks, so Jungkook was struck with your delicious scent first, poor bunny. He almost laughs aloud.

You don’t wait for his answer when you hear someone walk through the door, all of you turning to the sound. The panther hybrid stops in his steps when he breathes in, eyes snapping to you as they dilate. You watch his tail swish behind him more enthusiastically than you’d seen before, his piercing gaze making you feel more and more like prey, heart rate accelerating as your instincts remember who in the room was a predator. Didn’t you want something from him earlier? Your brain was drawing blanks.

“Umm so I should get back to work,” breathing suddenly becomes harder as you swallow down your sudden nerves, hastily walking out of the office as the eyes of 6 hybrids never leave you.

“Why does she smell so good?” Yoongi asks bluntly when you’re out of ear shot.

Taehyung groaned at the reminder, you were so close to him, if someone hadn’t gotten in the way... He glared at the lead CEO who purposefully ignored him.

“No idea,” Jin shrugged with a grin, “but I am not complaining.”

“I am!” Taehyung exclaimed in aggravation. “Anyone can smell that, do you know how many hybrids work on this floor alone?”

“Hyung, why did you let her leave?” Jimin’s eyes narrowed at the panther in distaste, the words of his best friend making him realise he was right. “She was safe here.”

“Safe?” Hoseok scoffed with a mocking look. “The tiger was going to bite her if she stayed.”

“What’s wrong with that?” Taehyung snarls, his own glare mirroring Jimin’s but with the lion on the receiving end.

Namjoon tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for the discussion to settle otherwise he was going to have to bring it to an end. He sucked in his cheeks in annoyance, jaw set in anger as they continued to argue. He’s a second away from speaking when the door opens once more, silencing the argument as they turn to it again, hoping it was you.

The youngest of the CEOs finally joins them, walking into the room in a daze, eyes blank, unseeing towards the others as he sits in his chair.

“All good Jungkookie?” Hoseok snickers knowingly as the maknae nibbles on his bottom lip, drowning in his not so innocent thoughts.

“How did your meeting go?” Jin chuckles.

But all Jungkook could think about was how fucking good you smelled.

“How long was the meeting?” Yoongi asks with a smirk.

“He was in there for two hours,” Jimin laughs teasingly.

“Wow, I could barely sit here for two minutes,” Hoseok was impressed. “Taehyung didn’t even last a second.”

“Well done Jungkook,” Jimin commends, nodding in pure appreciation.

“It was torture,” the bunny finally breathes before groaning into his hands as he covered his face. “And she was just sitting there oblivious.”

His doe eyes peered out to look at his Hyungs in disbelief, how did you not know? You knew hybrids had a heightened sense of smell, did it just bypass your brain that they could smell the things you did? How sleep deprived were you to forget something like that?

“I just wanted to…” the thoughts of what he wanted to do in that board room was filling his mind again, he didn’t care if they all watched, let them all watch, he would make them. His eyes go blank again as he loses himself to his fantasies.

“Could you imagine… if she just stayed here with us…” Hoseok stifled a moan as he rubbed his eyes with his palms, as if that would scrub out the pictures his words induced.

“Wash your dirty thoughts out of your head before we get a harassment complaint,” Namjoon finally speaks, mumbling as he completed the paperwork in front of him sloppily, his own mind occupied in hypocrisy. Images of you on all fours for him flashed in his head without permission as much as he tried to will it away. How good you would look presenting to him, begging for him. Full of his cum and pups…

“Easier said than done,” Taehyung mumbles, still able to taste your scent on his tongue. How he didn’t lick your skin when his head was buried in your neck he’ll never know, self restraint wasn’t his forte.

“We still don’t know why she smelled like that,” Hoseok reminds them all, thinking to himself.

“You don’t think she was on a date or something do you?” Jimin asks aghast.

“I couldn’t smell anyone else,” Taehyung replies, he wouldn’t have liked it if he did, the smell would be tainted, nauseating.

“She did it to herself,” Jungkook informs them despondently, filling in the blanks.

The air thickens around them as new images enter their heads.

“Well fuck…” Yoongi breathes. His poor enticing little Kitten didn’t have anyone to play with, maybe they’d have to fix that, before anyone else had the same idea.

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“Y/n have you-” Suran halts at your desk, eyes going wide, a growl almost leaving the chihuahua hybrid’s mouth as she smells you. Her thoughts jump to conclusion and accusation, putting two and two together to paint completely the wrong picture.

“Suran…?” You frown, but she only grimaces.

You smelled like sex, and Kim Taehyung.

You absolute whore, Suran thinks but the words are stuck in her trance of shock. She knew something was up with you and the CEOs, now your scent let it slip. She wasn't the only hybrid on this floor, everyone else would smell it too and figure out the truth. She would just sit back and watch it unfold, pick up the pieces when they realised you weren’t worth an ounce of their time.

She grits her teeth, the anger in her head reaching boiling point.

“Go take a fucking bath,” she yaps as she stomps away, leaving you confused as well as worried.

That was the second time someone commented on your smell. It was one missed shower surely you couldn’t smell that bad? You subtly take a strand of hair under your nose, sniffing but your human senses couldn’t figure it out.

You look around the room in paranoia, and you swear you see a pair of ears duck as soon as you turn that way. People were talking about you, you could feel it. And there was only one hybrid you trusted to tell you the truth, even if it hurt your feelings.

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Your scent tainted the office so badly the hybrids couldn’t think, and as much as Yoongi would have loved to indulge in it like a house cat on catnip, he had work to do. Yet the clean air of his office made him grumpy, the ghost of your smell clinging desperately to his nose. What was the point in leaving the office when he couldn’t get his head in his work.

His thoughts are disrupted by a soft knock on his door, too light for human ears to hear but his perked up immediately.

“Come in,” he calls out before the figure behind it could run away.

Sure enough, just as he had suspected, the door opens to reveal you with your head hung low.

“Kitten?” He frowns in concern when you close the door behind you, leaning back on it without meeting his gaze. Your intoxicating scent was dulled by something sour. “What’s wrong?”

Why did you look so downcast? Did someone say something to you about your scent? Shit, he should’ve argued with Namjoon like the maknae line to call you back into the office, what the hell happened in their absence? The regret is instant, his claws were coming out, who did he have to scratch for making his kitten like this?

You mumble something that was incoherent even to him.

“Y/n try again,” he sighs. “Louder kitten.”

“Do I smell really bad?” You look up at him with glossy eyes and a protective growl comes up his throat. “Everyone keeps looking at me weird and the other CEOs said I didn’t but I think they were lying and I know you’ll tell me if I do.”

The teary word vomit makes Yoongi get out of his seat in concern.

“You don’t smell bad,” he swears as he approaches you, anything to get those tears away as they formed.

“You promise?” Your bottom lip trembled, and his features softened at the sight. You hated being vulnerable, so he knew this was playing on you more than what you were willing to admit.

“What’s that stupid thing the fox does with you?” He mumbles to himself in thought before turning to you with a smile.

He props up his pinky finger, holding it out to you and it makes you release a watery laugh. He grins when you take it with yours, thumbs pressing together as you sealed it.

“Are you sure?” You can’t help but ask. “Someone told me I needed to go take a bath.”

Who the fuck told you to do that? His eyes narrow, tail moving in aggravation. Dammit, they really should’ve kept you in the office, and he was definitely not going to let you find out what the smell really was. As much as he would love to watch your embarrassed little face, he knew you’d avoid them like the plague out of shame once your brain started overthinking the situation.

He’s about to speak and reassure you when he notices another odour mixed with yours, and it sets his jaw on edge. The stupid tiger scented you? Was he an idiot? Although those are the thoughts in his head he can’t deny the animistic jealousy turning him bitter.

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Felines are sedentary hybrids, or that’s what Yoongi likes to tell people when they ask why he naps so much, sometimes in panther form on the desk which terrifies his human and prey employees. This pacing he was doing was weirdly out of character, but you don’t notice it. You are so focused on your work you have no idea his eyes are on you the entire time. He comes to stand behind you, leaning down as if you look at the computer screen over your head as his arms cage you into his hold.

“How’s the file coming along?” he asks as an obvious excuse, too bad you were too oblivious to see it. He pretends to read the screen as he rests his chin on the top of your head.

He hums as if in thought, moving his head as if in contemplation, when in reality he was just trying to rub his scent gland against you. His hybrid sight could see you smiling at the action even in the reflection of the screen.

He couldn’t help it. The smell was pulling him towards you the whole afternoon, first he thought he could resist but then he convinced himself one small scenting action wouldn’t hurt. One turned into ten. He rubbed his cheek against yours the last time he ‘checked’ your work, he even pretended he had a temperature at one point; taking your hand in his as he rubbed it against whatever scent gland he could, asking you if he felt hot and “are you sure?” when you replied he was warm but not feverish.

“What is it with you and New Times Roman?” he pretends to sigh exasperatedly, knowing how you felt about the font.

“It looks elite on documents Yoongi,” you grumble, pouting in a way that you thought he couldn’t see. He has to bite his lips to stop the grin stretching too far. “Seriously, how did you make it as CEO with such poor font decisions?”

“Helvetica is-”

“Helvetica my ass, that is such a basic boring choice and you know it,” you cut him off, tilting your head back to look at him but he doesn’t budge, your lips almost graze his scent gland, the proximity has him preening. Dammit, he was becoming more hormonal than the maknaes. “That’s such a lazy choice of penmanship Min Yoongi.”

You shake him off of you, sending him a grumpy look that makes him smirk as he drags his office chair beside yours. He smiles at you innocently when you give him a narrowed distrusting look.

“Someone needs to check you’re doing it right,” he explains himself much to your chagrin, shuffling closer until a part of him is pressed against you. Now he finally felt content, realising all his fidgeting was because he needed to be touching some part of you at least. He leans in closer under the guise of watching you work.

“You never micromanage me,” you huff, pride taking a shot, he didn’t trust other people when they worked under him, but he did you.

To your surprise there's a soft kiss to your temple, and you turn with your jaw open to see him turn back to the computer screen, but you don’t miss the blush.

Shit, your heart rate was skyrocketing, and you were so sure he could hear. Deep breaths, calm, relax, do not let them know. You turn back to the keyboard, typing away slowly not to make a mistake in your giddy mindset. You remember once when Jimin asked you cheekily why they heard your heart rate fluctuate so much, obviously knowing they were the reason why… the first lie your brain could come up with was a heart condition… Now whenever the youngest trio heard it beat louder they acted concerned, physically checking that you were alright, despite knowing there was nothing wrong with you at all, and making your state so much worse.

“Hyung-”

Namjoon didn’t knock when he opened the door to find the panther hybrid, but as soon as it opened he’s hit in the face with the most fragrant concoction of aromas he's ever had the pleasure of smelling. His hand tightens around the handle to ground himself. He catches a glimpse of Yoongi fawning over you as you worked with his gummy smile wide before he spun his head in shock at the new arrival.

“Joonie,” you greet him with a smile that starts to deflate when you see accusatory eyes aimed at the CEO currently sitting next to you.

“Babygirl, would you mind grabbing a file for me from the office?” he asks you with his eyes set on the panther. It was an obvious excuse but he needed to speak to his friend alone.

You nod, feeling a tension rise in the room as you looked between the hybrids, worried they were going to fight.

“No, I’ll go grab it for him later,” Yoongi declares as you rise from the chair, grabbing your elbow and pulling you back down, taking both you and Namjoon by surprise. The wolf feels his alpha side of him flare with anger at the direct defiance to his command, but he swallows it down as Yoongi tells you, “stay here.”

His gaze is firm in his instruction, a hidden warning behind his words as he moves towards the wolf. They both give you a tight lipped smile as the door closes, leaving you in the room to wonder what the hell was going on. You hear hushed angry whispers on the other side of the wood, but can’t make out any words. The urge to eavesdrop is more than tempting but if you got caught you didn’t want to get scolded or worse, feel their disappointment.

“It smells like you’ve just started your honeymoon in there,” Namjoon growls sarcastically in anger at the panther. “This I expected from the maknaes Hyung, what are you thinking?”

“Someone commented on her scent,” Yoongi snarls back, a gutteral sound vibrating in his throat. “And the stupid tiger scented her, I had to keep her in here.”

Namjoon’s eyebrow shoots up, he’s known the second oldest CEO for the longest out of them all, so he knows the look on his face when he’s trying to cover up his own misdeeds. He wasn’t stupid, he could see what Yoongi was doing even if the panther was pretending he didn’t.

“So you decided to scent her yourself?” Namjoon scoffs.

The panther looks visibly embarrassed when the lead CEO calls him out, face burning while he tries to school his features.

“Why don’t we try coming up with a solution for this dilemma rather than start throwing accusations?” Yoongi suggests to the wolf with narrowing eyes. “We have to keep her away from the other employees.”

“Hyung, if you're having trouble with self restraint then I don’t think any of us are going to cope being near her,” Namjoon sighs. “We could ask her to stay here, you can come back to the main office.”

“We’re not leaving her alone,” the panther almost hisses at the suggestion, irritated at the thought of you being left unprotected in the mating den he was building inadvertently. “Anyone could come in.”

“You’re not staying here,” the command could be seen in his eyes even without the words.

“Why don’t we take turns keeping an eye on her?”

Namjoon contemplates it for a second, if they only were around you for short bursts of time, leaving when the smell started to fog their judgement, rotating often enough so they could get a breath of fresh air in between shifts and clear their lungs, they might be able to pull this off.

“That could work,” he accepts.

“Obviously the maknaes are out,” Yoongi states matter of factly.

“Of course,” Namjoon agrees, as much as he loved them, he couldn’t trust them. Not with this, not with you.

—

You were a bit confused as to why you were told Hoseok needed you in the office, well actually that part was easy to understand. What you couldn’t comprehend was why Yoongi felt the need to escort you, or why he was glaring at anyone who entered the empty corridor, the look strong enough to get them to back away… or why the corridors were empty at all. But then again you missed Namjoon’s call for all the employees on your floor to gather at the cafeteria for an announcement, occupying them all with free beverages for all their hard work.

Yoongi is reluctant to leave you when you enter the office, his territorial side coming to the forefront in a way he could no longer deny. Maybe Namjoon was right, he was losing control of his self restraint around you, and the longer he stayed the more it decreased.

“Sunshine!” The lion hybrid calls out for you from his workspace, dragging a chair from Yoongi’s desk to his own and patting the seat for you to take. “Hyung, didn’t Namjoon need help with that new secret project?”

Hoseok recognises that look in the panther's eyes, the burning jealousy as you stepped away from him, suppressing the urge to roar out in objection. He flashes him a pointed look when he could smell the extent of Yoongi’s scenting the closer you got, how did he manage to get away with that without you realising?

“Secret project?” you ask intrigued, looking between them both, trying to decipher their silent communication, missing the fact that the secret project was in fact you. “You guys always tell me about new projects.”

Hobi snickers at your pout, he swore you didn’t know you were doing it sometimes. Yoongi had pointed it out to you a couple of times that you did it, and you denied it despite wearing the pout while arguing. He and Taehyung were in the room once when the conversation came up, and of course they had to imitate you teasingly to prove a point.

“I should go,” Yoongi announces reluctantly, a blank look on his face except for his eyes that were calling out for you to ask him to stay. You don’t translate the look but frown at the intensity of it, wondering if everything was okay.

“Have fun!” you yell after him as he walks away, turning back to Hoseok. “Spill, what secret project?”

The lion only chuckles, pulling out the paperwork he had prepared for you to keep you occupied.

“We need to get all of this done before the end of the day sunshine,” he informs you as you gawk at the sight. There was no way you both would be able to get this done, but that was the point, you just didn’t realise it. “But I might have to cover a meeting or two today, think you could just stay here and get as much done as possible?”

It was a cover in case he needed to make a quick exit, but you didn’t catch on.

“I’d be okay to stay here?” you ask, normally you went back to your own desk on the office floor when you didn’t work with the CEO you were helping.

“It might be a bit too distracting out there sunshine,” Hoseok explains hesitantly, not technically lying since yes it would be, but the distracting factor in the building would be you. “This needs to be done as soon as possible.”

“Okay,” you inhale deeply before exhaling. “Let’s do it.”

He flashes you a grin, turning back to his work as you started yours. He tried hard not to focus on the sweet smelling fragrance that was slowly spreading around the room, but it was easier said than done.

You’re trying to work through the load as quickly and efficiently as possible, a determined frown plastered on your face that Hobi can’t help admire. He’s almost worried how fast you’re ploughing through your pile, hoping someone had something set as a backup in case, by some miracle, you did finish the task.

An hour passes by in near silence, before he starts feeling a little light headed from the air around him. It wasn’t even as intense as it was earlier, and Yoongi’s and Taehyung’s essence dulled it down, but he could feel himself become restless, the urge to reach out and touch you compelling. Thankfully you’re too occupied to notice his internal battle, all he can hear is the rustling of the inked sheets of white.

“Ow!” you cry out as the paper cuts your skin like a knife.

The lion turns to you in worry, the scent of blood adding to the cocktail in the air. You hold your finger close to your face, watching the droplets of red bead out of the line with a pout. That stung like a bitch.

One side of his face lifts in a smirk of amusement and endearment from your expression, relieved it was nothing serious.

“Hoseokie,” you whine, turning your finger to show him the cut.

You don’t know what you were expecting him to do, laugh at you maybe? Call you cute at most? Definitely not what he actually did. The CEO takes your hand in his own, bringing the cut to his lips. At this point you think he’s going to kiss it, the playful look on your face turning to one of shock and want, eyes flickering to his lips before you meet his gaze again.

His tongue swipes the cut clean and you lose the ability to breathe. His stare doesn't budge, even when he puts your finger into his mouth. He’s… I… It’s just… Your brain loses the ability to think even when the digit is pulled out, finally his burning gaze now inspects the papercut, humming pleasantly to himself. He’s glad hybrid lions don’t share the same papillae on their tongue as actual lions do, that would’ve been uncomfortable for you. His tongue, as well as Taehyung’s and Yoongi’s, were more textured than a human’s but much softer than the sandpaper quality of their animal counterparts.

It made for an experience in the bedroom, his thoughts shift to a more smug sexy mindset, remembering a few past romances that definitely had no complaints about his performance. He can’t help but look at you and wonder how you would react, how you would feel on his tongue.

That was one thing he shared with his lion half, an insatiable high sex drive, and your scent wasn’t making this easy for him. As much as his instincts screamed at him to not even think about it, he knew his time in the office with you needed to come to an end, otherwise he was not going to be able to let you out of his sight. An evil little voice starts whispering in his head, he could easily just lock the door so the others wouldn’t interrupt or take him away from you. If you somehow ended up bent over the desk, or sitting on it in front of his chair with your legs wide open so he could lick the ache away… well it was only nature, no one could blame either of you for that, not even Namjoon.

He smirks when he notices you fidget in your seat, a new wave of arousal saturated the air, maybe you were thinking the same thing.

You were.

—

“What do you mean we’re not allowed in the office today?” Jimin deadpans at both of the older CEOs.

“It means what you think it means,” Yoongi rolls his eyes as he speaks, ignoring the childish glare the maknaes were sending his way.

“Just get on with your work,” Namjoon instructs, not giving into any sympathy for the younger hybrids, it was for your safety after all. “You guys can play your usual games with Y/n tomorrow.”

The bunny hybrid’s features started slowly simmering with rage.

“So we can’t be trusted?” Jimin scoffed while the thick anger in the younger two’s throats prevented them from speaking.

“Taehyung’s already scented her,” Namjoon doesn’t look impressed when he glances over at the tiger. “We can’t let the situation get any worse than what it already is.”

Taehyung looks away from them both in disgust. Were the hyungs really containing you like you were a problem?

“Let’s not pretend that Yoongi hyung doesn’t reek of angel,” Jimin spits through gritted teeth, glaring at the panther with disdain. “I was wondering where she disappeared to, should have realised.”

“This is proof enough you three can’t be trusted,” the wolf hybrid sighs in disappointment, was he really hoping they would just accept his decision with maturity and understanding? He really should’ve known better.

“Can we just stop acting like Y/n isn’t our mate?” Jungkook finally erupts, his fury uttered in a steady eerie calm, while his eyes burn with fire. “Of course we’re going to want to be with her when she’s in this state, of course we’re going to seek her out and play with her and guard her, but we have enough sense to know when to stop.”

There's a nonverbal fight that ensues between the lead CEO and the youngest, both of them unflinching in their staring match. Namjoon decides to ignore the first part of the maknae’s speech, he’s had that discussion too many times, the testosterone in the room was not going to listen to reason.

“I can’t take that chance.”

—

It was Jin’s turn to ‘keep an eye on you’. He’s approaching the office as Hoseok leaves it, a pleasant grin on the Lion’s face… The one Jin used to see when Hoseok ‘slept late’, back before they had all met you. What exactly went on in that room?

“Hobi,” Jin greets him with a look of suspicion. “You’re looking… happier than usual.”

He only sniggers back, a look of triumph on his face that Jin couldn’t decipher.

“I made it worse,” he admits with a wave as he walks away. “Sorry Hyung.”

Jin's confused look turns to one of nerves, gulping before he takes the handle and opens the door. He holds his breath when he enters, a foolish attempt of denying your scent, but he couldn’t hold it for long.

He makes it to his desk before he inhales, instantly clutching onto the desk as it hits him full force. His eyes narrow at the concerned look on your face, were you trying to kill him or just test his patience?

“Jinnie are you okay?” you ask, eyes wide with worry.

He presses his lips together before he answers, walking to the windows of their office quickly to open them. It was so intense, it was going to make him choke, or moan, he didn’t know which was worse.

“Fine honey,” he reassures you stiffly. “It’s just a bit hot in here.”

You go too quiet for his liking, he glances over at you before making his way back to the desk with a frown. He’s about to ask if you were okay, but the little laughter that escapes you reassures him.

“Honey?” you repeat teasingly.

His ears burn, as he shyly smiles at the desk, trying to hide behind his hair as he looked over the paperwork in front of him.

“You’re still my beautiful girl,” he admits, making your insides warm, a stupid grin plastered on your face as your heart skips repeatedly. “But the tiger has two names, we should get two too right?”

You bite your lip to stop from letting noises out of your mouth from the mushy feeling you were experiencing.

“Do you not like it?” Jin asks without taking his eyes off the letters in front of him, checking random things off with the pen in his hand.

“No I love it,” you’re quick to reassure him, turning to your own workload on Hobi’s desk. “Bears love honey right?”

He chuckles loud enough for you to hear, a warm smile on both your faces.

—

Taehyung nearly growls menacingly at an employee, Jimin and Jungkook aren’t far from doing the same.

“Seriously, did you even read the formatting notes?” Jimin scolds Seulgi uncharacteristically. Did no one know how to do things properly except you? What was the point in all these useless people?

“Sorry Depyunim,” the lynx hybrid bows in apology as he walks away muttering to himself.

Their anger had surged due to one Kim Namjoon, and of course the hybrid behind him, Min Yoongi. Sometimes Jimin swore that the panther hybrid had it out for him when it came to you. But then Jimin couldn’t deny he probably got as good as he gave, but not like this, this was beyond unfair. This was unjust.

The three maknaes conjugate in the middle of the work floor, not breaking stride as they walked out before they bit someone’s head off.

“I can’t believe they're keeping her in the office away from us,” Taehyung’s voice rumbles for his friends to hear.

“I can’t believe we’ve been banned from our own office,” Jimin hisses under his breath.

“I spent two hours in a meeting with her where nothing happened,” Jungkook complains, looking pissed as ever. “And I can’t be trusted?”

He scoffs at the audacity of it, the sheer greed of his hyungs. He wasn’t some baby, Taehyung wasn’t a cub, Jimin was more mature than all of them sometimes, this screamed prejudice, and the hell were they going to take it playing dead.

—

Bears have very long tongues. Ever since your earlier encounter with Hoseok you couldn’t get certain thoughts out of your head, or stop where they were heading.

At this moment, you were chin in hand, elbow on Hoseok’s desk, watching the bear hybrid sort through his paperwork with glazed eyes. You couldn’t help thinking about all of them, but Seokjin was the one in front of you and once you started dwelling on the subject you couldn’t help where your mind went.

You notice the sudden startled look on Jin’s face, his head jerked towards you, eyes wide with panic.

What the…

He almost choked. Why did the smell suddenly get ten times more abundant? He opened the window to ventilate the room enough so that he could cope, but even still his methods were no match for the way you were emitting that delicious scent unconsciously.

You feel caught, quickly turning back to your work as your cheeks burned.

What a dangerous girl, Seokjin thought to himself as he gulped, quickly taking out his phone as he texted the leader that his time in this heavenly punishment needed to come to an end if he wanted to maintain his abstinence. Who knew temptation came in the form of a horny human girl?

Thankfully the wolf hybrid was quick to respond, a simple ‘on my way’ sent in reply.

Jin can’t help chuckle out loud to himself about the situation, making you turn to him with a puzzled expression. You didn’t even realise how you were turning them crazy. In all honesty, though they never admitted it openly, they had smelled you becoming turned on by them before. But this time something was different, the erogenous scent was just more concentrated because it was the first time they could detect your earlier orgasm, especially since it soaked into your skin. It was like a beacon to mate for them, and they were all so receptive, if you were a hybrid you would’ve seen it and reacted and finally they would no longer have to abide by Namjoon’s stupid rules. For the first time in a while the bear feels resentment towards the lead CEO.

Talk of the devil. Once again Kim Namjoon opens the door without knocking first, once again he's struck by the potency of your arousal. He strikes you with an intense glare, making you wonder if you should be here, or whether you had outstayed your welcome in the office.

“Umm I should probably finish this back at my own desk,” you try to say lightheartedly, but the dejected feeling in your chest weighs on your voice.

“Sit.” The order is almost barked out as you stand from the chair, and immediately your ass is back down, eyes on the wolf hybrid in anticipation. Even Jin is taken back by the outburst.

With a harsh exhale, Namjoon tries to calm his own territorial testosterone.

“Those papers need finishing today,” he informs you calmly although the tone doesn't reach his face. “If you go back to your desk you know you’ll get distracted with helping the other employees on their projects, babygirl.”

That… seemed reasonable, so why were you wearily watching the CEO approach his own desk next to the one you were currently occupying.

Jin catches the corner of your eye, your attention turning to him as he departs silently with a wave, a comforting smile on his face. They were all giving you whiplash today, you were so confused as to what was going on. Was it some sort of hybrid season where certain traits and behaviours were prevalent? There was usually a memo for that sort of thing.

There's a palpable tension building in the room and you’re trying to wrack your brains as to why. Did you do something to piss him off? His jaw is clenched with such force you’re scared his teeth will break under the pressure.

You won’t know unless you ask.

“Joonie,” you hesitantly say, hoping the nickname will earn you his dimple, but he barely acknowledges you. “Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine Y/n,” he snaps, but that's how you know he’s lying.

He called you by your name, and not his term of endearment. Your whole body deflates as you feel your heart sink, what did you do? Your brain goes into overdrive, overthinking every interaction you had with the male since your last friendly encounter with him. Just the other day you were both laughing as you exited a meeting together, what changed since then?

“Did I do something to upset you?” you press in a small voice, scared about his reaction. He sighs, hearing the sad tone in your words. It's just very hard to restrain myself from wanting you babygirl, but how does he say that out loud and live with your rejection.

“No.”

It was so obvious how much they adored you, that's why he didn’t believe you were completely oblivious, sure you reciprocated their affection but you never crossed a line even when they might’ve. The others were growing impatient, blaming Namjoon for being unable to confess but he had told them all, they weren’t to say anything unless you did so first. The matter was too complicated, they were your bosses, they were hybrids, polygamy was normal for some breeds, but not for humans, not really. The imbalance of power was too skewed, this needed to come from you, otherwise any relationship they suggested might only be agreed upon from a place of fear.

What if you thought you had to say yes otherwise you could lose your job or you thought they were taking advantage of their positions and you felt coerced to submit. There were too many ways this could go wrong, it could create such an awkward atmosphere and cost them the time they spent with you. This was enough, he had said it to the others so many times, the idea of losing you in any way terrified the wolf hybrid, so much so that even he was blind to your own sentiment.

An uncomfortable silence ensues between you both until you’re forced to interrupt it. Namjoon hears the chair slide back, about to question your movements when he sees you approach his desk.

“These need your signature depyunim,” you don’t look at him as you pass him the papers, and with your close proximity he finds himself wanting you to. You just encompassed him with that hedonistic scent and he felt his animalistic side reach breaking point. He hated it when you called him depyunim, the term was too distant, it reminded him of the barriers he had to enforce between you and for once he wanted to give in to the impulse to tear them apart.

You’re still holding on to the papers, expecting him to take them, when his hand wraps around your wrist, yanking you closer, forcing you to look at him. His more sadistic side enjoys the way your eyes dilate, the way your breath catches in your throat as you struggle to speak. He signs the papers without breaking eye contact with you, he could feel your pulse accelerate through your wrist, enjoying the taste of adrenaline that joined your scent in the air.

“Thank you babygirl,” he gutturally praises you, letting go abruptly. You catch your breath then when you nearly stumble, panting lightly as you avoid his gaze, taking the contract back to your temporary work station.

Your phone buzzes, and absentmindedly you reach for it, the text inducing a frown on your face but not quite breaking you out of the trance the wolf hybrid put you in. You breathe deeply as if to calm yourself, the CEO near you is about to voice his apology but you’re shooting out of the room before he could say a word.

“Ineedtogotothebathroom,” it comes out a jumbled mess but he heard it clear enough.

He lets you go, groaning out in regret of his actions. He’d make it right when you came back, hopefully this short break from your presence would clear his head.

—

You made sure to wait until the corridor was empty, your head turning from side to side to ensure the coast was clear. You knew this particular filling room you were standing outside of well, you cried in it a number of times when the stress levels got too high to cope. You just didn’t understand why Jungkook had texted you to meet him here urgently. The text just said ‘emergency - store room b, don’t tell hyungs.’

You knock on the door, still checking that no one was around as the door opens, a hand grabbing yours as it tugged you forward. You stumbled into a chest as the door slams shut, hearing the lock turn, trapping you inside with three maknaes. The first thing you notice is their devilish smirks when you pull away, although still caught in the grasp of the tiger hybrid. The second is the mischievous swish of two tails.

You watch Taehyung sniff the air, his dark stare penetrating you as you hear the possessive rumble in his chest.

“Hyungs,” Jimin scoffs, shaking his head. They scented you? There were different variations of intensity but you were covered by three of them, hints of Namjoon still fresh from his earlier ministrations. They might as well have put a collar around your neck with their names on the tag, the CEO was seething.

“Where have you guys been hiding all day?” you ask, missing the irony completely.

“Did they seriously have a problem with you doing it subtly and then do it themselves a hundred times worse?” Jimin turns to the tiger, ignoring your question completely as he fumes.

“How did they expect her to leave today without someone noticing their stench on her?” Jungkook snorts in disbelief and outrage, arms crossed as he leans back on one of the filing cabinets.

“What!” you suddenly feel very self conscious when their gazes shift to you. So you did smell. You smelled of them. But…

Your mind flashes back to your vexed chihuahua colleague, did she smell Taehyung on you? Is that why she was so enraged? But… they’ve scented you before, not to the extent that the maknaes were suggesting the older CEOs did but… it was inevitable. You all spent so much time together, scents were going to rub off on one another. You’re sure they've accidentally scented other employees too, although the thought does make you sulky.

“Angel, are you telling me you haven’t noticed the hyungs smothering you?” Jimin doesn’t believe it, there was no way you were that blind.

“But why would they…” your mind goes blank in your state of stupor, not even allowing you to think of reasons as it would lead you down a very uncertain road called hope and misery. If they wanted you like that, they would’ve said by now. You squash down the yearning rising in your heart, reminding yourself for the hundredth time, hybrids were just naturally more physically affectionate than humans, their actions meant nothing to them the way it did to you.

“Why are humans so aggravating?” Taehyung sighs.

“Hey!” You take offence, scowling at the tiger hybrid as you tried to detach your arm from his hold. “Just because I’m not as intune to my surroundings the way you are or that familiar with hybrid behaviour doesn’t mean I’m stupid.”

“I didn’t call you stupid flower,” Taehyung muttered gruffly, pulling you back against him easily.

“You insinuated it,” you retort, pushing him away with an annoyed pout.

“Angel,” Jimin tries to placate you but you can hear the undertones of amusement in his voice as he wraps his arms around your middle from behind. His chin rests on your shoulder, lips turned to your ear. “For someone so clever, you have to admit you can be a little dense sometimes.”

“So spell it out for me,” you dare, eyes narrowed as you tilt your head towards him.

They don’t speak, if anything they looked like their jaws were suddenly wired shut, and it pissed you off. You rolled your eyes, sighing.

“Fine,” you dismiss your earlier request. “At least tell me why they’ve scented me.”

Again you're met with silence. Now who were the aggravating ones?

“Is this just some hybrid thing I’m just not educated about?” you ask with a huff. “If you guys won’t tell me I’ll just go ask the others.”

“No you’ve spent enough time with them,” Taehyung grumbled, pouting like you were earlier.

Jimin rubs his cheek against yours but you turn your head away, making him whine sadly. He’s been craving you all day, his precious vixen, why did you move away?

“No, no more scenting until someone tells me why,” you say firmly. “You guys have been acting weird all day.”

“Bunny,” Jungkook hesitates for a moment, trying to word it right in his head without spilling the thing Namjoon forbade them from telling you. As angry as they were with their pack alpha, they wouldn’t disrespect him. “You know you’re our favourite human right?”

You ignore the burst of gratification in your chest from his words, nodding slowly.

“Well, because we’ve known you for so long, our… animal counterparts translate our… fondness for you,” he stumbles with his words, touching his ears as part of his nervous habit, avoiding your gaze. He tries again. “That side of us recognises you as part of the pack, but you don’t smell like us, so we get the urge to correct that.”

Both Jimin and Taehyung are impressed by the explanation, looking surprised at the genius of the maknae, which you thankfully miss.

“Oh,” it takes you a second for the information to compute, an affectionate warmth spreading out from your middle. A small voice in the back of your head utters a reminder that he means platonically, crushing the pleasant feeling, but you shake those thoughts away. This was enough.

“So can we scent you? Please?” he pleads, reaching for you as he approaches.

Jimin pushes you into his arms and the rabbit hybrid immediately encircles his arms around you, rubbing his nose against your cheek as you giggle at the sensation. He grins happily, hugging you tight, eyes closing in content. This was perfect.

“Kookie, are you sure you’re a bunny hybrid?” you laugh as you’re smothered in his embrace.

“Not this again,” he groans.

“Let’s look at the evidence,” you tease. “You’re too muscly to be a bunny, way too tall, and Jinnie says you go boxing a lot.”

“Noona,” he whines. “I’m not a kangaroo.”

“Are you sure?” you snicker.

He pouts, pulling away from you to crouch down to your level.

“These are bunny ears,” he informs you, playfully scolding you with the look on his face, taking your hand in his as he makes you touch his soft ears. He tries not to thump his leg happily against the ground at the sensation, but it shakes in his effort. “See?”

“Hmmm I’m not convinced,” you tease.

“You should show her your tail,” Jimin says, smirking suggestively, eyes disappearing into crescent smiles. You glare at the arctic fox, missing the look on Jungkook’s face as you scratched the base of his ears. He can’t stop his leg this time.

“My turn,” the tiger announces, pulling you away from the bunny. You bite your lips to stop from laughing at the disgruntled expression on the maknae’s face.

Taehyung sits on the ground, pulling you down with him until you land in his lap, but he looks unfazed.

“Pets please,” he demands politely, bowing his head down. Seriously, was this your boss? You smile endearingly as your hands reach for his ears, starting at the base with a scratch the same way you had with Jungkook. His response is instant, head nestling against your neck. He chuffs in content, the sensation against your skin a little ticklish, but you were pleased you caused the sound.

“Me too,” a familiar whine is heard as another body joins you both on the ground, Jimin places himself as close to you as he could, tail whipping side to side. He rests his head on your arm, nudging you so you’d take the hint. His fingers trace the side of your waist lightly, eyes on that tender look on your face. He softly purrs, caught in a daze as the scent of you and them intoxicates him. You’re surprised he’s waiting so patiently, well patient for Jimin, the three of them normally fought over your attention loudly, this was unusual.

The bunny joins you all on the floor, rubbing his face against your back, closing his eyes as if he were going to nap in the position all day. He could if he wanted to, he grins, satisfied that their scheme was a success. His fingers itched to pull you away from the tiger but he would wait his turn to indulge in you, that was the agreement between them.

Your attention is pulled three ways, Jimin’s soft tail was dancing on your exposed thigh where your skirt bunched, Taehyung’s breath was felt against that spot on your neck that had you restless, unaware of his inner animal begging him to at least graze his teeth over your skin if he couldn’t mark you. Jungkook’s fingers pitterpatted across your back, lips pressed against the middle of your shoulder blades. His thoughts were both similar and different from the tiger, yeah he wanted to bite you but he wanted you to cover him with your own bites, scratches and marks too, then everyone would know who he belonged to.

“Hey If i were a hybrid what would I be?” you ask randomly to distract yourself from all the senses your body was experiencing.

“Tigeress” “Bunny” “Vixen”

You chuckle as their responses come all at once, starting to relax in their hold. Just let yourself enjoy this for now.

The four of you spent the rest of the day in the store room, work completely forgotten, completely unaware of the four hybrids in the building searching for you desperately. Well not completely unaware… the three maknaes share a look between themselves as hours pass, the whole point of the hyung’s plan was to keep you hidden from other hybrids so they wouldn’t catch a whiff of their mate.

The three of them were doing just that.

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Are any of you guys an INTJ (Myers-Briggs) personality type?

How do y'all make new friends? I can't do it. 😩 ALL of my friends are extroverts because of course they are and it is kind of exhausting the older I get trying to keep up with them.

The woes of introversion. We want more introverted friends but we're all at home just sending each other psychic vibes and hoping the other is getting them. 😂

“angry characters need to learn control” no, actually. let them be angry. let them lose their cool. let them take it out on the things around them. let that anger build inside of them until it has no choice but to be let loose or it’ll destroy them from the inside out. let them have such a visceral and intense outburst that it irrovocably changes the world in a way that can never be fixed. let them leave that mark on the world from nothing but their own rage. let them scar the world and let them feel it. let them be emotional. let them be raw. let them feel it and express it in the only way they know how. let them grow as a character, yes. let them thrive and develop and change. but for the love of god, let them be fucking angry.