In The Middle Of The Night...(BTSReader) | Prologue

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In the middle of the night...(BTS×Reader) | Prologue

Pairing: Ot7 × Reader (Fem! Reader), Ot7 × Ot7

[Y/N! Domestic cat-Panther hybrid, Jungkook! Werewolf-vampire hybrid, Namjoon! Werewolf hybrid, Taehyung! Bear Hybrid, Jin! Werewolf hybrid, Suga! Jaguar hybrid, Jimin! Husky hybrid, Jhope! Fox hybrid]

Summary: Y/N is a Domestic cat-panther hybrid imprisoned by a psychotic animal-tester/researcher. By who? Why? Nobody knows. She somehow manages to escape by an mistake he made during a experiment resulting a huge fire. What will happen when 7 complete strange men find her?

Genre: Hybrid au!, Werewolf au!, Mates au!, Soulmates au!, Mentions of a/b/o, Secret Agent au, Supernatural, Fluff, angst, 18+, strangers×lovers, poly relationship.

!Warnings!: Anxiety, panick attacks, suicidal/destructive thoughts, (mentions of) abuse, mentiones of death and blood, (mentiones of) violence, Possessive behaviour, insecurity/self doubts, trust and abandonment issues, use of mature language (cursing), (much eventual?) smut.

Status: Ongoing

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Prologue

Will I ever find my “home” ? You thought to yourself softly caressing your torn-injured ear. You relief at the fact that he isn't here right now, your stomach making a grumbling sound from being hungry, you get up but sit back down as soon as hear footsteps.

“Is my kitten hungry?” He coos making you cringe as he enters slowly in a "surprising" motion. He crouches down to you level to pet but you silently growl in the warning, glaring at him. You couldn't use your claws or your mouth to attack or bite him because of the muzzle he had put on your mouth. You didn't quite understand what he said but hated that word, “kitten”. Because of him. You didn't know how to eat nor to speak. Yeah, that's very shocking but the real reason is that you were never taught or been parented or taken care of like that. You barely knew language neither to eat, he kept you in a basement, which was almost pitch white, with the litter-bucket and normal restroom. He never let you get out of the room unless it was to his lab. You've tried to scream and even escape but he somehow always found you and that's when you realised that you weren't in an area where any human could ever rescue you. He had his lab in a wild junglee area, you tried to escape (not a long ago) when he wasn't in the lab and that day he was out of town to buy his laboratory equipments. You ran as fast as you can but ended up crashing with his own car. That day he tortured you alot, he beat you but didn't kill you because he knew he needed you for his research and experiments

You felt absolutely helpless and pathetic not being able to attack or protect yourself. You still never accepted or "got used" to his abusive or rather (emotionally) manipulative behaviour towards you. You'd rather die, be killed by him for not "obeying" him rather than just let him mistreat/abuse you like a freaking toy.

You tried to stand up once again just to stumble upon the wall again, you were starved for almost a week now. He did give you some treats in between but they barely satisfied your hunger. You would often start hoping and bouncing seeing those little treats in his hands, sometimes maybe too much and that's also kinda the reason how you got your ear ripped. You once jumped on him being too excited and hungry hearing his footsteps and sound of the plastic cover of treats causing him to trip and drop all his “stuff” for his experiment.

“Aww don't worry just today, you'll be absolutely fucking useless after tomorrow” He spits out with that sly smile still plastered on his face as he leans in to kiss your forehead. You jolt away in shock hissing loudly crawling away from him, you practically went ran cold when he suddenly grabbed you by your neck. Helplessly, you freeze not being able to make single sound.

He tightens his grip on your neck making you shake as tears form in your eyes. He abruptly hurls you causing you to hit your jaw on the wall harshly, also feeling a stinging pain in your spine. He throws an empty beer bottle at you which hits you right at your tail making you wince at the feeling of glass pieces piercing your fur then skin.

“You little bitch! I'm surprised that you are still fighting me but do as you want, you're gonna be useless to me after that anyways.” He snorts taking out his lighter and a cigarette and lighting it up with a cigarette dangling between his lips. He deeply exhales letting the smoke travel in your direction making it more harder to breath then it already was.

You wince when you feel him pressing his cigarette at your injured ear, “oww, are you in pain kitten?” He asks wickedly which you answer by continuous meowing due to pain but he just flashes you a wicked-satisfied smile and traces the cigarette down your second ear too.

“Well that's what you get for protesting and going against me fucking again and again and again!” You wrap your tail around yourself in a protective motion waiting for him to go. He does sometimes hit you but it only like slapping you, all this time he hasn't killed you yet and thrown you or buried you somewhere because of one reason. He's keeping you solely because you're a part of his experiment, not because he cares about you; he's far too selfish for that.

Words like “experiment”, “eat/food”, “bitch”, “kitten”, “weak bitch”, etc and more words like these were the only one you knew and understood. They were the ones you heard most often. You didn't deserve any of that, you weren't a child yet what at that young age you or any child supposed to hear were words and sentences like, “love”, “care”, “You matter”, “I love you” and not such harsh, bitter and painful words.

He gets up scoffing tossing his cigarette towards you making causing you to panic and aggressively shift in your place. He finally leaves and a wave of relief rushed through your body letting it relax a bit. It doesn't last very long though, you slowly wrap your tail around yourself for comfort which doesn't really works but it still helps, slowly caressing it. You whimper recalling whatever just happened right now. Truth to be told, you never really cared of what he thinks or says about you but those harsh words were still enough to affect you, to make you feel like dying, to make you feel like “Am I really that pathetic and worthless?”....to make you feel like you really did deserve all this.

Do I deserve this? Will I ever escape this hell? Him?

You question yourself again, too lost in your thoughts to notice that your pain was almost numb now. Your eyelids getting heavier each second before finally losing yourself in darkness and yet again, you couldn't help but hope you do not wake up into this horrible nightmare again, to hope for all this to end. ——————————————————————

“Hyung I can't catch up to the data! There's no freaking clue?” Taehyung yells frustratingly, stretching his arms.

“Tae, you have to inspect harder. There has to be something!” Namjoon claims, his jaw tight as he stares at the screen.

“Joonie, I'm trying...there aren't any data, information or literally anything and I-I am a bit tired” Taehyung says hesitantly not wanting to anger Alpha more than he already is. He lay his head on the desk sighing. He feels someone crawl into his lap, slightly nipping at the side of his neck, realising it was his mate. Jimin.

“I know tae. We all are tired! But you know how serious this is, we cannot slack off in this type of situation.” He shouts causing Jimin to adjust slightly in Tae's lap. Namjoon didn't want to lash out at his mates like that and he's regretting it alot. Pack has been alot stressed and messed up recently because of the mission they're re-investigating.

“Joonie, calm down. We can all sort this out, right? Let's not fight about this.” Jimin's reassuring voice interrupting them helping them calm down as Namjoon takes a deep breath nodding and giving Taehyung a apologetic look which he just replies by a his big boxy-smile.

Arguments, raising their voices/being yelled at, or loud noises were never pleasant or easy for Jimin to deal with. They always reminded him of his severe trauma and the same feeling and panic of things going wrong, things messed up that they (his pack) wouldn't be able to sort it out. Overthinking; but he couldn't help it. He couldn't help the fear of his mates falling apart. Knowing his trauma, the pack made every effort to avoid fighting, raise their voices, or at the very least keep Jimin away if they did. Regardless of how hard they tried to hide it, Jimin could always tell when they were upset or fighting, in a way, Jimin was just too familiar with this type of situation to not notice. Perhaps this explains why he is the one member that always makes sure everyone is okay; It was also a part of his personality (as in behaviour/characteristics of a husky) He would always try to cheer up and comfort his members when they're stressed. Regardless of his reassuring and uplifting personality, he's just as protective of his mates. He wouldn't wait a second to rip someone in pieces if they dare to touch his mates.

“Dinner is ready~!” Jin yells from the kitchen. His high pitched voice making Namjoon raise his eyebrows and close his eyes as he makes a *done* expression dramatically.

“Kim Namjoon stop making that expression–” Jin scowls, leaning at the end of the door with his hands crossed over his chest. Namjoon couldn't help but let his gaze fall from toe to head, checking him out.

“Woahh~Joon hyung is checking Jin hyung out!” Taehyung teases Namjoon causing Jimin to giggle making Taehyung laugh too. Namjoon rolls his eyes smiling and biting his lips as Jin huffs. They're too whipped for each other to genuinely fight or argue, no matter how often they bicker.

“Jin hyung why didn't you add eggs in ramen?!” They snap their heads to the direction where noise came from. Jungkook.

“We don't have eggs!” Jin yells back.

“WHAT? Jin hyung how can you not buy eggs!” Jungkook whines making jin roll his eyes and take a deep breath to calm himself down.

“It's not like you're gonna die if you don't eat eggs one day, you ungrateful brat!” Jin yells stomping his foot walking away as Jimin, Taehyung and Namjoon burst out laughing.

“And you guys! Dinner. is. ready. for. the. last. time. hurry. up. And jimin? Wake Yoongi up” Jin stops midway turning back with narrowed eyes. Jimin nods pecking Taehyung before getting up rushing to Yoongi's room.

“Namjoon!”

“Hey hyung–” Taehyung gets up smiling, stretching his as he sees Hoseok entering but quickly shuts up by the anxious expression plastered over his face.

“I got call from headquarters” He pants out.

“What?” Yoongi asks. His eyes squinted from still being half-awake and his hair all messed up with Jimin clinging onto his back; Yoongi giving him a piggyback ride.

Yoongi make his way to Hoseok giving him a peck on lips, Jimin tilting his head with a pout on his lips as Hoseok pecks him too.

“Hobi, call from headquarters?” Namjoon reminds him as Hoseok nods ruffling his hair, seeking for some comfort. He was exhausted too.

“Guys, how 'bout we discuss while eating?” Taehyung suggests hesitantly, stealing a glance from Namjoon to catch his reaction. Namjoon felt terrible seeing his beloved mate fearful and cautious in his presence. Taehyung knew how to forgive, so he didn't take things personally (most of the time), especially with his mates, but Namjoon still felt horrible.

Namjoon nods in reply, hugging Tae and giving him an apologetic kiss on forehead but Taehyung pouts pointing at his lips.

All of them enter kitchen to see Jungkook feeding Jin who is playing a game on his Nintendo.

“Took you guys long enough” Jin mutters, his eyes still on his game eating the last bite Jungkook fed him.

“okay let's eat dinner now, I'll re-heat the food. Go and wash your hands.” He says taking the ramen bowl and wiping the sauce off Jungkook's lips, putting his video game away.

“Dinner? You guys were already eating though.” Yoongi mutters rolling his eyes, playfully.

“It's not the same hyung!” Jungkook complains, Jin nodding in agreement.

They all settle on the dining table, Taehyung and Namjoon already digging in, he lets out a moan because of how delicious food was, looking at Jin while chewing his food.

“So...I got a call from headquarters, and they said they discovered certain files and reports from our latest mission's lawsuit from some years ago.” Hoseok clarifies.

“That could be very helpful to our investigation.” Namjoon replies.

“However, Joon...do you believe that investigation will be of any use? I mean, there are a lot of other cases out there that are actually quite significant, so what if this one is just a waste of our time?” Hoseok asks, unsure of himself.

“I think he's right...” Jin adds, agreeing.

“Guys, can you explain me what we're looking into again?” Namjoon inquires, oblivious to the fact that he isn't looking up.

“What?” Jungkook questions at Alpha's strange demand.

“Explain why we're investigating this matter and what case we're looking into. It has been 3 months. Why have we been working our asses off for the past three months? Are you people tired of receiving no hints, no clues, nothing? Is it something you'd prefer to give up now, when you guys were the most determined to look into this case? We have two more months and I won't give up till then.” Namjoon grips his chopsticks firmly. He was extremely worn out, but he refused to give up because he felt something was seriously wrong, but no one was noticing it yet.

“You know, babe, that's not how it works. We've been putting in the same amount of effort as you. But what if the thing we're striving for doesn't exist at all? That it was, in the end, nothing more than a misunderstanding, an wrong point of view towards something? or...coincidence?” Jin gripping his hand in reassurance tries to explain quietly.

“but hyung, there have been a series of feline deaths, as well as numerous cases of injured domestic cats and a fire at a feline care/adoption centre. It isn't position that it's just a coincidence or that we're looking at things incorrectly?" Yoongi raises his voice, drawing everyone's attention to him.

It can't be coincidence or just “nothing” at all. So many hybrid attacks and deaths, most of them are aimed towards felines, particularly domestic cats. Bangtan were handed over this case to re-investigate and take up the case when a fire broke out at the hybrid facility recently. It turns out that this case has been investigated before, but for unclear reasons, it was denied. This occurred approximately 6-7 years ago, when an excessive number of injured and dead jaguars, panthers, Lynx, and cheetahs (etc, in conclusion the attacks were mostly targeted towards feline species) were discovered in the forest. The Wildlife Association presumed it was the result of failed hunts, fights, tornadoes, and earthquakes that took place between those years, and it proceeded for another couple of years, but the Chief Manager of the Wildlife Association; Bang Si-Hyuk knew something was up and decided to turn the case over to Bangtan for further investigation. Despite the fact that Bangtan are struggling to find a lead in their investigation, the government has declared that if they do not make progress within next 2 months, the case would be drawn over.

Jin stays silent for some time before nodding looking at other guys who were nodding too.

“Maybe we just need to investigate it more thoroughly? Something is terribly serious, and that's why we haven't succeeded in getting a fucking clue yet!" Yoongi yells.

"The headquarters transferred a copy of the law suit's files and documents." When Hoseok speaks up, Taehyung hurriedly rises and places his dish in the sink.

“Send me the files” he says to Hoseok wiping his hands on the nearby handkerchief.

“What– why?” Hoseok questions.

“I'll print them, it'll be easier to get through them that way” Taehyung says, his chest puffing out proudly with a cheeky smile. He takes a seat next to Namjoon as namjoon proudly pets him behind his ear before he gets up rushing to print out the documents.

“Tae, hyung has regained his brain back after eating.” Jungkook comments, chuckling making all of them laugh. Jimin puts on a movie as all of them plop down on the couches. Jin, Hoseok, Jimin and namjoon on one, Taehyung, Yoongi on other while Jungkook is basically lying down on the floor.

“It feel like home now.” Seokjin says making his way to the pack with tray of ice cream as the pack let out a smile of adoration.

Hoseok quickly picks up the mint-choco, taking a bite making Namjoon scrunch his nose. “What! Don't make faces on my ice cream.” Hoseok yell, totally offended.

“Yoongi, Why would you waste money on this when we already have some toothpaste and nobody except Hoseok like mint-choce anyways–” Jin joins Namjoon, teasing Hoseok as well. Hoseok huffs turning his head away from them with a adorable pout on his face. Jimin side hugs him giving him a peck on his shoulder and then cheek.

Hoseok takes a spoon holding it out for yoongi. “Me?” Yoongi asks.

“Yes, You. You bought it for me so I'll share with you too.” He says.

“I-” yoongi tries to protest but Hoseok pouts, pretending to be dissatisfied and unhappy, taking his hand back, but Yoongi stops him by grabbing his hand and taking a bite.

“Kook, we have space. You can sit here.” Taehyung asks Jungkook but he just hums in denial.

“Did you like it? It wasn't that bad, right??” Hoseok asks expecting a positive response.

“It was actually pretty good. I like it. Just like you” He winks at him.

"I'm going out to paint," Jungkook announces as he stands up.

“Now? But it's late at night... That was very sudden of you," Taehyung worries.

“Just say that you stayed up late whole night playing games with Jimin, slept whole day and now you're not sleepy” Jin exposes him with his eyes squinted. Tae glances at Jimin at his mention to find him sleeping with his head on Hoseok's lap and legs over Namjoon and Jin's lap. The reason Jin is upset isn't because he doesn't like them playing video games or staying up late; it's because they're very busy and sometimes force themselves so hard, while on missions, investigations, or inspections that they don't even take time to rest. This worried Jin. He doesn't want his mates to be sick. The pack should rest when they have free time rather than ruining their already messed-up sleeping schedule. You'll hear Jin yelling, nagging, cracking his dad jokes and his high pitched squeaky laughter all day long but he's the one who is constantly pursuing members, telling them that they need to eat, sleep, and take care of themselves. His laughter and smile may deceive you, yet he would smile while suffering, just for the sake of his mates; he would die for them.

"Jin hyung! I know you love me, but your love language is pretty mean. And I'm very bored! there's nothing much you can do at the almost edge of the this jungle either." Jungkook complains half whining and sighs with a mischievous pouts on his face but Jin just rolls his eyes in response, too used to this.

For instance, they are currently staying at a farmhouse near the jungle's border, which is owned by the government for the comfort and safety of wild animals and hybrids. Except for jungle management employees and wildlife veterinarians, no humans are allowed inside. They personally requested that the government and the wildlife association allow them to stay at the closest house to the jungle as, according to their research, the deaths of cats and feline hybrids began in the jungle. They often need to drive to city to investigate Hybrid and Feline care centers and to submit their progress and data reports too. They don't have permit to examine within the forest yet, but they're working on it.

Jin throws a jacket which lands across Jungkook's face before saying “Wear this, it's cold outside.”

“Aww Jinnie is being cute! I love you!” Jungkook exclaims mischievously before running out.

“Do you think it's ok? Him alone outside?” Yoongi asks, already half asleep.

"It's okay, even if something occurs, you know how good of a fighter he is," Jin says, quite unsure himself.

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You awaken with the sensation of being carried. You yelp out, a searing sting in your body returning, everything coming back, those images crystal clear in your mind; tears threatening to fall yet again.

"I see, you're awake. The real experiment will begin now. All these years I've spent...they will all pay off now. All this years of my hard labor...and finally; Today.” He says laying you down on the strecher and then tying the ropes to your hands, you struggle in the ropes but wince painfully, failing because of your already existing bruises from usual struggling you did everytime he tied you like this. You see him wearing gloves while preparing a syringe, the same shiver running through your body. You never liked those sharpe piercing things. In fact, you hated every single thing in here. You aggressively shake your head as he comes closer to you, injecting the syringe making you cry out.

“Tsk, so pathetic; just like your mother.” He grits out sarcastically. He removes your muzzle forcing some liquid in your mouth, making you slightly gag. You would mostly spit it out when he's not looking but this time he just stood there until you fully swallowed it. He kneels down and glances up at you with a smirk to see your reaction as he injects the syringe collecting and transferring your blood in a blood collecting cube/bottle.

He stands up quickly transferring your blood into a test tube before putting some drops with dropper on the glass plate under microscope and checking his papers making sure everything is going as per the procedure. He then proceeds to add your blood in the flask, already filled with some strange chemical placed over Bunsen burner, he glances around as if looking for something but sighing when he doesn't find what he's looking for. He rushes out of the lab, muttering swear words; a weird odour draws your attention to the counter station, forcing you to peek at it. your eyes widen when you see little flames and smoke pouring out of the flask. The fire just extending reacting with the all alcohol materials and chemicals. You wanted to shout, but you didn't have the energy, and the "scientist" was taking longer than expected. The destructive thoughts blurred your head once again (you could hear him yelling on the phone but were too absorbed to notice) and for some reason you didn't want to scream, didn't want to be saved, but wouldn't it be better? It'll all come to an end now. The entire lab was filled with smoke, making it nearly impossible to see your surroundings and suffocating you. You start to cough loudly when suddenly the he finally enters, he couldn't help but gasp noticing what the fuck is going on.

“No, no, no! shit wait–” he half-whines hurt to see his "hard labour" in fire like this as he looks at the situation but gets interrupted by his own coughs.

“You little shit! Did you do something?!” He rushes to your side harshly grabbing your jaw wondering if you free(d) yourself and tried to mess with this. You whimper in his grip, realising this was the damn reason you might just wanted to die in this fire. He yanks you off rushing back to “fix” the mess, as you start coughing loudly.

“FUCK- NO!” He screams, wincing in pain for getting burnt, almost touching the flames. You close your eyes and stop struggling with ropes.

"Please, my darling, never give up. If you ever feel like giving up or that things are getting too difficult for you, remember that I'll always be with you."

Those words echoing inside your head cause you to jerk your head up, but you are pulled back down due to ropes. You didn't understand what they meant but you could still hear them in your dreams; you didn't recognise the voice or the person's face, but every time you tried to recall their face, all you saw was an unidentified yet familiar face of a woman, and unexpectedly, both the words and the face brought you some comfort each time.

You check around to see whether he's still around; fortunately, he wasn't. You immediately untie yourself using your teeth, and after some time, you've loosen it enough that you can at least take your hands out. Your heart was hammering wildly against your chest that you thought it was going to jump out of your body.

You sit up and take a deep breath, but the hesitancy, worry, and fear remain. You knew this could be your only chance to escape, and you should be running your ass off right now, so why aren't you? You can't help but worry about the consequences, and no matter how hard you try to ignore it, the anxiousness remains. What if he tracks you down? What if he beats you the same way he did before? Again, you could die from starvation, an accident, or shit, but not from being murdered by him.

I need to do this. You tell yourself. If you don't act now, either, you may not survive to do so, or may not be able to escape this hell anyway even if you are "saved." You coughed again, pressing your shut which were burning due to smoke. You begin to walk cautiously, one hand shielding your eyes from the smoke and the other navigating through it. You let out a silent scream, flinching abruptly, your heart dropping down to your knees as if someone had just squeezed the damn life out of you. No, this is exactly what you were afraid of.

“You can't run away from me, not yet kitten.” He rasps out, gripping your ankle to prevent you from running away. You fight in his grip, trying to kick his hand away but he chuckles. “Kitten got some guts, huh? Go ahead, you're a weak pathetic anyway. How far will you go, either you'll be dead somewhere or else I'll find you.” His grip now on your forearm, holding you tightly as he gets up supporting on your weak body as you keep struggling against him. Even if didn't understand what he said, yet those humiliating words didn't fail to make you feel worthless and miserable which you weren't; somewhere deep inside your heart, that voice of innocent, delicate little 6 year old girl still says you aren't worthless, pathetic or a weak bitch, that you didn't deserve any of this.

You felt the same rage as he spewed crap about you, labelled you "pathetic," and then expected you to remain silent and cry like you always did....but you didn't this time. You didn't even realize that when you scratched him right across the cheek, causing him to tumble back due to the force of your attack, you were stunned and froze in your place. You, on the other hand, were not disappointed neither did you regret it, just amazed by your actions. Instead, you accepted the risk, running right away. Your Panther vision enabling you to see through the smoke in the dark.

You scream as a sharp edge shard pierces your heel and bare foot, worsening the pain. You didn't seem to stop this time because you couldn't let him catch you at all costs. You kept running till you caught sight of a window. You felt yourself transforming into your cat body/form, and it felt good and free in a way you couldn't put into words. You groan a little as you discover that every window is locked, so you have no choice but to take a few steps back before sprinting as fast as you can, breaking the glass surface and finally making it out, ignoring the pain in your heel. Right now, all you could think about was getting out of here.

As the dried leaves crinkle around you, you stumble and fall off a cliff. You finally came to a halt when you hit a tree and struggled to get up. Right now, starvation is really striking you. You finally managed to rise and begin running, hoping to catch a glimpse of humanity. You didn't know how much longer you'd be able to keep your eyes open and your throat dry as hell, and all the injuries on your body, including a torn ear, an injured heel, and several other wounds, cuts, and bruises didn't help either, but just made things worse for you. You couldn't believe how swiftly you were moving; in terms of your physical appearance, you just displayed the body of a domestic cat, but your power and abilities? The impact of your single attack, your night vision, and your speed? They exhibited none of the traits of a "domestic cat."

Your own abilities and power was incredibly new to you, your freedom. You never had chance to see what really world was like except of that 4 wall (ed) prison-like chamber and a big white room with too many distant and strange things made of glass; never knew what affection felt like except agonizing humiliation, cruel abuse and absolute torture in. all. ways. Worst thing you can ever takeaway from a living creature is their freedom. There's nothing a creature will be desperate for, more than freedom, you can never understand it unless you've experienced it yourself, what some hybrids and animals go through all the time.

You came across an unlocked fence with a bizarre notice pinned above it that you couldn't read or understand, as usual. You hid behind a huge tree and watched two humans as they chat. You gently began to come out from behind the tree, relief and excitement washed over you finally at the sight of humans, but you quickly stepped back, afraid once more. Guns, they had guns; each of them. Right now, you were on the forest's exit point, where trucks and big goods vehicles were delivering necessary supplies such as medical supplies for veterinarians, and so on. When and how did you first come across guns that it made you this terrified? Why? You had no idea, but they were making you nervous. You step out, sprinting off without any second thoughts as soon as you watch them disappear thinking no one saw you. But oh dear, you were so wrong.... -------------------------------------------------

“Finally” Jungkook sighs looking at his “masterpiece”. He chuckled to himself being proud. He picks his painting in one hand, the paint in other and the paint brush dangling between his mouth, he ended up getting it on his nose because he kept playing with brush, wiggling it between his teeth.

“Yoongi hyung?” Jungkook questions in shock. Yoongi never really compromised his sleep but he was left in shock after seeing Yoongi this late sleeping on the couch, when he's usually asleep.

“Sugar...??” Jungkook whispers against his ear, kneeling down. Jungkook gave this name to yoongi a long ago when he was newly bonded with the pack. He gave this nickname because yoongi is really pale and looks like “Sugar”, he doesn't use that name on daily basis but still likes to tease him because yoongi forbid him not to call him that even though he secretly likes it which later on also became his code name but without the r; Suga. He chuckles softly, playing with his hair leaning in to kiss his forehead but a loud gunshot ringing across the whole house causing him to flinch abruptly.

“Jungkookie!” Yoongi jolts awake hastily ending up hitting Jungkook on his chin with his forehead. He immediately sits up hugging Jungkook not giving him chance to stand as he was still seated on the floor, his protective beta taking over at even the thought of his mate being hurt. Jungkook sits up as yoongi scents him, making sure that he's okay. Soon, the rest of the pack gather up in the living, their scent all sour and painfully bitter. Jimin hugs Jungkook almost as soon as yoongi lets go of him. Yoongi pecks jimin on the cheek to calm him down as well, noticing how his scent was the most bitter of all. Jimin would almost have a heart attack on situations like these.

“Deep breaths minnie, everything's okay” Hoseok narrates him, ruffling his hair. Even on the worst situations, Jimin would be the one who'll need the most care and Jimin hated it how he'd make everything about himself but he couldn't help it, he couldn't control his brain. It wasn't his fault, it wasn't his fault that his trauma still affected it, even the pack tried to tell him many times that it wasn't his fault and he never felt burdensome to them. When he first joined joined the pack, they thought they'd surely change him for good and make him a new more happy person which they did but they didn't completely change him, they surely made him happy but didn't make him forgot his past and that's nearly impossible, you cannot change or completely forget your past but what you can do is to be happy and make new memories. Eventually they realised that he didn't need to be “fixed” or change, all he needed was to feel comforted and protected.

Jin was deafeningly quiet, with Namjoon by his side who was reassuringly caressing his arm to calm Jin down; they were all so heartily attached to each other that even a slightest scratch to any of them affected all of them.

Jungkook stood up and walked over to Jin, who was still looking down. Jungkook pressed his forehead against Jin's and said, "Jin hyung, please, look–I'm okay. I'm totally fine."

Jin finally look at him, taking a deep breath, immediately proceeded to check him up and down, making sure himself that their maknae was okay. “I- what happened? Are you sure you're okay? You a-are not hurt?” Jin asks, on verge of having a panic attack, noticing it, Jungkook quickly buried his in the crook of his neck, helping him calm down. Namjoon, on the other hand, was glad and relieved that their baby mate was okay, but he wasn't fully relaxed. Why was there a gunshot? Is someone hurt? Are they in an attack right now? Those lingering questions in his head wouldn't allow him to relax or sit down in peace.

“Kookie but if you aren't hurt then...is there someone else who got hurt? Did you see the person who fired the gun shot? I'm gonna rip that motherfucker apart who dared to touch you” Hoseok questions, gritting his touch.

“Hyung please calm down,” Jungkook kisses him on the lips to shut him up and massaging him behind his ears.Hoseok's upbeat and cheerful attitude may fool you, but His rage is no joke. Hoseok can also control his emotions, but once he loses control over his anger, only alpha can bring him back under control but this time he kept his anger on a side knowing this might also be trap. His tail puffed up because of the bewildered situation.

"The gun was fired after I came in," Jungkook responds, astonished by the scenario.

"This means..." Namjoon trails off, Taehyung swiftly takes his revolver and prepares to walk out, his gun already loaded with the intention of shooting that bastard right there and then. Taehyung had already lost control of his rage, and he couldn't stand the thought of one of his mates being wounded, so why not just eliminate the problem?

“Tae–” Jin tried to stop him, but he didn't want to wait for the killer to hurt one of them.

“Taehyung. back now." Namjoon didn't like using his alpha voice with his mates, but he knew he couldn't afford to lose or see a mate suffer because of his (Taehyung's) stubbornness. This may be a trap, and their enemies could have even sent an assassin to attack them; he didn't know, and he didn't have one clue, therefore the best and safest choice was to stick together and figure it out. The voice of his Alpha's stern command made Taehyung's circular cutesy ears slump down.

“This means that it could be either a trap or the gunshot was meant for someone else...” Yoongi speaks leaving members dumbfounded. It might be a trap but how could it be meant for someone else ?

“Hyung but it doesn't make sense, why would it be for someone else?” Jimin asks along with the members nodding to his question.

“I don't know but they could have ki– t-they could have hurt him straight away but they didn't and that's suspicious, if it's a trap then there should be firing or any type of attack, by now but there isn't then what is this supposed to mean?” Yoongi didn't understand what this was supposed to mean, neither did the rest of the pack.

“Maybe...a threat?” Jungkook assumed.

“You know we've gotten threats like these kinda often by our enemies, what if this is one of them?” Jungkook assumed. It made sense from pack's perspective, they've been threatened, more like attacked couple of times, when they've almost gotten hurt too but thankfully they didn't.

“Tae I need you to check the cctv cameras and check the footage but before that I want you to guide us through while we examine the area, Hobi and Jimin-ah I want you guys to inspect each and every room to see if there any micro speakers or any type of tracking devices. Jin, please bring all our pieces and bullet proof vest. And Yoongi, you will stay inside and monitor in case somebody tries to break in, while Jungkook and I will go outside to examine the area. Am I clear?” Namjoon commands as he issues orders to everyone. They all appear hesitant and worried about Namjoon and Jungkook going out to examine; they are worried that both of them may get hurt if they step outside; though, they have no choice but to obey his demands for now.

Namjoon wears the bulletproof vest and the ear piece passing it to Jungkook as well. He sighs as he observes his mates' disheartened expressions. Jimin rushes up to them and hugs them tightly. "Come on, we're not in the middle of a battle or anything; I haven't even taken pictures of my painting yet." Jungkook tries to lighten the tension by pulling away from Jimin's hug and pecking him on the lips.

“Guys, don't look so sad. You know this our duty/job, right? Plus, keep your ear pieces on at all time and pay attention.” Namjoon instructs them as the pack slowly look up shifting gazes from the ground before nodding, understanding seriousness of the situation. They didn't need any instructions before missions, already too professional and splendid in their jobs, Namjoon nonetheless always instructed them but not as their pack mate but as senior agent Knight. His code, which each of them had, was inspired by first letter of his first and last names; K-im N-amjoon. They don't use their real names during missions which is also a must.

“1 (hana)! 2 (dul)! 3 (set)! Bang–Bangtan!” They all do their group chant and group hug. Namjoon goes upstairs and returning with two guns passing one to Jungkook as they finally step out.

Namjoon motions Jungkook to examine the other area while Namjoon inspects in the opposite direction.

“Grizzy, Agent Grizzy. Are you active?” Namjoon asks through the ear piece. Grizzy; Taehyung's code name. It was was based on his own breed, grizzly bear.

“Agent Grizzy reporting, sir.” Taehyung responded right away.

“Now, Tell me, do you see anyone around the area?” Namjoon asks.

“As far as I can see from the cctv cameras, no,” Taehyung answers, “—I don't see anyone around.” after scanning each camera thoroughly.

“Agent Knight! We have an emergency!” Jungkook yells, panicked, his mates could feel the the anxiousness and uneasiness in his voice. Did he see someone? Was he hurt? Multiple voices in his ear piece asking him if he was okay.

“Silence. I said, silence. everyone.” Namjoon's one warning was enough to shut them all up. As said, he didn't like using his alpha voice, especially when his mates were so panicked, right now they weren't specifically on a mission but they have to handle this situation cleverly, putting their emotions aside yet it didn't change the fact that he was the most concerned at the voice of his baby mate's scream.

“Agent jack, can you hear me? Do we have an emergency? Respond right away if you hear this–” Namjoon takes a deep breath trying to steady his voice and handle this situation professionally and not his protectiveness take over. Jack, Jungkook's code name, seemingly obvious, was his name but more westernised and shortened.

“Y-yes, we have an emergency but! I'm not the one hurt so don't worry.” Jungkook answers so he doesn't frighten them once again.

“Agent Sam, speaking. Is someone hurt? Is it one of us?” Jin asks in a calm voice barely able to control his urge to rush to each of them (Jungkook and Namjoon) and check whether both of them were okay and not let his emotions take over. His code name was Sam.

“No, it isn't one of us but please hurry up and gather at our main entrance.” Jungkook pleads. Jungkook found you, terribly shaking, all bloody, injured and...shot. You looked so small, fragile, hurt yet you looked so beautiful and appealing to him. Your acrid scent still smelled pleasent to him. He lets out a whimper, held in too long, not knowing what was this feeling of such sorrow the moment he saw you. It was like someone just stabbed his chest, it felt like sudden gloominess in his chest, suffocating him when he looked at you but at the same time his heart felt otherwise, it felt like his heart just bloomed or jumped in sudden joy. Your nose suddenly filled with strange scent yet it felt very much comforting. His scent was like freshly baked cookies. Sweet and delightful.

He knelt down, slowly reached his hand out to touch you but hissed, crawling away from him. The first thing you recognised when you saw him was the gun. He noticed your staring at his gun, how it made you tensed so he quickly hid it behind him, blocking it from your view. “H-Hey, I won't do anything. I won't harm you, I promise” He tries consoling you, softly but you hiss once again in warning. You were surprised by his attitude, he didn't forcedly touched you even after your warning like that scientist did. You shouldn't but you still felt comfort in his voice and it scared. Something about his scent alone and voice told you to trust him but you couldn't. What if he's just like him too? Are all humans like this? Would he treat you the same? How could you trust him after what you've been through?

He could carry you and reach there with his excellent super speed (one of his vampire abilities) in a blink but he did not want to touch you against your will, especially when you were so terrified even though that one voice inside him kept screaming, wanting to hug you as tight as he can.

“Okay, we'll be there but don't move, anybody untill I command to. Agent grizzy, please quickly check each footage of past 45 minutes plus the current ones and tell me do you see anybody?” Namjoon commands Taehyung.

“Right away.” Taehyung answers immediately working his hands on the keyboards, his eyes busy to notice any, single movement. He has excellent eyes, therefore no movement or change in surroundings could go unnoticed by him. His gaze shifting rapidly from one screen to other but he found absolutely nothing.

“It's agent grizzy. I couldn't find any movement or sight of a person who fired the gun. As I said, the area is safe right now but... there was no one captured in camera's frame.” Taehyung replies after some time, his tone filled with disappointment. It was impossible, why was the person not captured in atleast one camera? Was it planned? And if it was then why would it be for someone else? He had too many questions, in fact all of them did.

“Fuck, fine. Agent jack? We are all gathering at the main entrance except Agent Grizzy and J-hope. Am I clear? Area is clear but still be careful.” Namjoon groans at the lack of evidence and clues yet again. J-hope; Hoseok's code name. It was based on his first letters of his first and last names just like Namjoon, J-ung H-oseok.

Soon enough, all of them were gathered, their own chest heavy at the sight of you and your frail injured body. (not so) surprisingly enough, they were all just as heartbroken as Jungkook and it felt as if their own pack mate was hurt. They all seem to question themselves at the sudden overwhelming sadness just by your presence, just by looking at you. Was it just “pity” or sympathy? Would they still feel the same heart-wrenching feeling if it were someone else? Why were they feeling sudden distress just by looking at stranger?

You wince, shrinking back from the 7 large strangers in front of you, they all look at you with a softened expression. Jimin gasps a bit kneeling down beside Jungkook, he goes to hesitantly pet you hoping it'd comfort you but you hissed, crawling away from him once again. Jungkook gripped his hand softly, stopping him from touching you. “Minnie, don't touch her. She's extremely terrified. I tried to pet her too but she just snapped, she's very scared.” Jungkook explains, their heart sinking from what he was saying. Jimin's scent was like coconuts while at the same time he also smelled like sea. Surely you can't see a scent but sometimes you can feel it and that's what he actually felt like. Sea; beautiful yet scary.

Jin kneeled down beside Jungkook too examining you but taking a rough guess of your injuries and not by touching you. “But we need to take her to hospital.” Jin says. Jin's scent was like laying down in a garden full of fresh roses. His scent was floral and subtly sweet.

“Yoongi, take the car out, hurry up” Jin instructs yoongi and he almost immediately rushes to take the car, he couldn't help it, the strange urge at your mention.

Namjoon kneels down too, observing you with hard expression. “Joon, are you okay?” Jin asks noticing his stern expression as you felt a strong coffee scent surrounding. His scent screamed intimidating and protectiveness.

“I- do you see any...I mean you know did you observe her like- I-” He stutters to let out the statement, he was judging himself for thinking something like that in this situation. As if his heart disappointed by his thoughts.

“Hyung, what are you trying to say?” Jungkook asks, softly.

“I mean...what if she's a trap? You know how fucking ridiculous they can be...what if she's a trap and a distraction so that they can-” He trails off, hesitantly, but shuts up when sees look of disbelief on their faces. No wonder, they felt a bit disappointed at him, how could he still think you're trap when you're almost dying in here? But Namjoon's point of view wasn't any wrong either. He doesn't care about the world, for him, the only thing that matters is his pack and their safety.

“I'm sorry, I know that was very... insensitive of me but you know how serious and protective I can be when it comes to you guys...” He tries to explain, totally guilty making others feel bad for judging him too as they touch him with softened gaze on their face. After all, no matter how “tough” and cold he might be towards others but in the end, for his mates, he was still their soft “wolfie”. His mates didn't leave him out for a nickname either, thus just named him “wolfie”. He was the softest for his mates yet most protective and mature.

A slam of car door interrupted them, a hand reassuringly squeezes Namjoon's shoulder as if he heard their communication.

“Tae, can you hear me?” Jin pressed his ear piece to activate it as he asks.

“Yes, Jin hyung. Everything sort out? what about the “emergency” ? Is anyone hurt?” Taehyung asks, anxiousness obvious in his tone. He didn't see or know about you yet but he still felt that strong desolation in his chest.

"Yes, but don't worry, it's not one of us." I'll explain everything later, but please hurry up and bring the emergency first-aid kit!" Jin commands Taehyung as he immediately rushes to get the first aid kit.

“Tae, everything okay? Are they okay?” Hoseok asks, just like others, he felt the uneasiness inside. He relieved at the fact that his mates were atleast safe but it didn't calm his anxiety. He, too, was no stranger to this negative feelings of someone being hurt even if he wasn't aware of that.

“Yeah, Jin hyung asked me to bring first aid kit...none of us are hurt so you don't have to worry. I don't know what's going on either, Jin hyung said he'll explain it all later. I'll get going, hyung” Taehyung explains.

“I'll stay here and monitor, just in case.” Hoseok replies as Taehyung kisses him. Hoseok pecks him on the forehead one last time before he rushed outside.

He pants from too much running, finally catching the sight of his mates gathered around, he gasps looking at you. The same feeling of uneasiness and anxiousness growing inside his stomach, it sickened him. Not your presence but your condition, all the blood, the wounds and cuts, almost triggering his inner protective bear. Doesn't it sound kinda wholesome talking about a bear, aren't they just so cute? But, realistically enough, it's not a surprising fact how deadly they can be. It's kind of definition that precisely suits Taehyung.

“Tae, can you treat her small injuries?” Jin requests Taehyung as he immediately kneels down opening the box, taking out the bandages and other essentials. He knew how to treat small injuries, something he learned from his Jin hyung. He would always observe him carefully when he would be treating other of his mates. Eventually he learned how to treat small injuries like cuts, wounds and bruises; the first time he treated anybody was when Namjoon came home from a mission with a cut on his cheek when Jin was sick. He was extremely proud that day and bragged everyone about it.

You whimper miserably as Jin started applying cream to your ear while another pair of hands causing you a burning sensation from and their heart basically broke into millions of pieces. Namjoon felt extremely guilty for judging you and it wasn't just because of judging you too quickly, he felt a heart-wrenching feeling just by seeing you hurt.

“Oh no...I'm so so sorry- it must hurt so much, I'm so sorry” His deep comforting voice almost melting you, well, you melted the moment he softly caressed your belly, petting you which successfully did help to calm you down as you finally stop struggling against their touch. His scent was...delicious. He smelled like hot chocolate in freezing winter.

You wiggle and whimper again as Jin gently applied disinfectant on your scar on the chin, that damn disinfectant was painful and itching as hell, you felt like someone just placed you over a sizzling hot pan directly on your cheek.

“Shh...Shh... it's okay. We won't harm you, it's okay sweetheart. It's almost done.” Jin comforts as you continue to cry out.

“Joon, can you pick her up? We need to take her to hospital, if we don't get the bullet roof, she might-, let's please hurry up” Jin asks standing up along with Taehyung as they both stand up, wiping their hands on wet wipes. He couldn't get those words out of his mouth, it hurt for a strange reason he couldn't identify. Namjoon nods trying to pick you up but hiss again, shrinking back in defence. “Hey I won't hurt you....wait, ho-how should I carry her?” He asks dumbfoundedly looking up at his mates for help.

“Grab her by neck” Yoongi instructs him.

“No, it'll scare her more. Cats do not like to be grabbed by neck unless they're their mothers. It's not okay for us to do so.” Jin denied his idea. It's true that they don't like to be grabbed by their necks and only the mother cats can do that and that's the reason why you went limp when grabbed by that scientist. They don't have 2 arms like humans to hold their babies that's why they scruff them when want to move them from one place to another. But scruffing isn't a calming effect for cats, it's rather uncomfortable and very frightening.

“Jinnie, you know that's not point right now, right?” Yoongi asks annoyed, seeing you whimpering and constantly trying to hide yourself. Namjoon hums in agreement, as well.

“I know but you can hurt her if you don't handle her well!” Jin yells back, equally annoyed.

“Kookie can manipulate her, actually...how 'bout that...?” Taehyung suggests, Jungkook nodding his head instantly.

“That's better, kook, use your manipulation power and make her unconscious.” Namjoon commands Jungkook as he hovers you.

Too close, no he's gonna hurt you too now. You hiss using your claw to attack him but he dodged it softly gripping your paws to stop you.

“Easy there, I'm sorry but I have to.” He whispers with a small sad smile before the shade of his dark brown eyes went blood red. You didn't even realise how you almost lost in his eyes, like drowning in an ocean. You couldn't stop staring at those even though you hated eye contacts. You felt yourself no longer being able to keep your eyes open, slowly losing your consciousness. You finally close your eyes letting darkness engulf you.

“Yoongi, carry her. Joon, start the car. Kook, get in.” Jin orders them all like a mother wolf and all of them even obeyed him like obedient kids. Yoongi gentally picked you up, scooping you in his hands as if you weighted as light as a feather and his was shocked that you actually did. He was mesmerized by how beautiful you looked, his heartbeat quickening against his chest and this time not with anxiety, but with joy.

“Jin hyung, I want to come to!” Jimin whines with a childish pout on his lips. “Me too, me too! Wait–Let's take hobi too-” Taehyung suggests pouting too.

“No baby, you guys will stay here with hobi, alright?” Jin shakes his head and pecks them both on the lips.

“Hobi, you hear me?” Jin asks through the ear piece.

“Yes, hyung? Are you guys okay? Everything good?” Hoseok asks still concerned.

“Yes but no? We are going to hospital AND! don't you dare cut me off, tae and jimin will explain it to you while me, joon, yoongi and kookie will be going to hospital okay? No video games and staying up till midnight, you understand?” Jin says eyeing jimin and Taehyung who were biting their lips to control their sly smile.

“okay, okay hyung but you better make it clear to them more than me.” Hoseok jokes as Jin hums in response.

“Fine, I'm hanging up, love you.” He says to Hoseok as well as looking over jimin and Taehyung to let them know it was meant for them too. He gets in the car to see yoongi sleeping with his head leaned on the window and you cradling in his lap. A smile of adoration breaks on his lips for no reason. Namjoon glances at you, his eyes couldn't seem to look away from you. He starts the car immediately rushing it to the hospital. -------------------------------------------------

Wow....it seems like I wrote a damn long chapter, didn't I? I hope you liked it though. I started writing it like 3-4 days ago and you know what took it so long? Damn my broken fate, I was writing it and didn't realise my phone was on so low charging it suddenly powered off and I realised I hadn't saved it as draft. Second time it happened was I closing all the tabs and closed this one too and guess what? I hadn't saved this one either :') so just like that it took me too many days to creat the moodboards/character aesthetics and then write the chapter but I hope you liked it. Bye, I luv you~ <33

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Eunoia // Ch.22

eunoia (noun): beautiful thinking, the possession of a well-balanced mind, which exhibits goodwill and kindness

Pairings: Hybrid! BTS x reader

Summary: You are a world famous director and you have dedicated your life to your job.You have everything you could ever dream of; wealth, recognision, talent, your friends and family. But loneliness ins’t cured by success. So what happens when you somehow rescue seven hybrids? Can they fill the void?

Genre: Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, eventual smut

Word Count: 11.1k+

Warnings: past abuse, past sexual abuse, cursing, past violence, mentions of blood, panic attacks

Masterlist

Chapter 1, Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21

Many thanks to my incredible beta reader @thewishofafallenangel​ <3

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You slumped against the door of your office. Everything you did these days ended in disaster. Everything was wrong. The most mindless actions could create storms. And it was always your fault.

Taehyung’s face after you unbuckled your belt would haunt you for months. The carefully concealed terror. The way he trembled. All because you hadn’t thought before acting.

You were always making mistakes, one after another. Any time you were in the same place as Taehyung something went wrong. You only made things worse for him regardless of how hard you tried to show him that he wasn’t in any kind of danger here. He was afraid of you, of what he thought you would do to him, and you could do nothing about it. No words could make this better.

You sat heavily on the chair behind your desk and rubbed your temples. It was better to stay away from him. You served only as a reminder of what he had been through. A reminder of that traumatising night. As long as you were around, he wouldn’t heal. For the first time in months, you longed for the long days of filming that would keep you away from the Castle from morning to night. But filming wouldn’t start for another two weeks, so what until then?

Most of your life followed a carefully structured plan. Step by step you had created routines and schedules that stretched into months. The movies and shows you would be filming and any other projects were put into neat boxes, dividing your time between them until there was no empty space in your planner. Since University, you had never felt as out of control as you did now. As if you were ten steps behind from the place you should be.

There were fifteen new emails in your inbox. You hadn’t checked them since yesterday and they were piling up. You scanned the subjects and after not finding any urgent ones, you started from the ones sent last night. Producers, the studios, screenwriters, and a reminder from the publishing house that they would be waiting for updates on the progress of your book. With everything going on in your life, you had forgotten about the book you were supposed to be writing. Again.

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“Blood For Blood” (chapter 10)

Pairings: ABO!Ot.7 x Omega! Reader

Warnings: nightmares, gory flashbacks, torture in the form of human sacrifice??, mentions of blood.

Word count: 8k

Synopsis: You are better off alone. That’s what you’ve told yourself for the past 13 years, living off a food source that has dwindled with each passing season. But when you hunt down a buck on someone else’s territory, you invite the attention and compassion—however unwanted both of them may be—of a rising Alpha. Determined to remind you what it is to have a family, he makes a decision that could very well end his position as Alpha no sooner than it’s begun. The funny thing about staying in one place, though, is that now you’re forced to relive the nightmares you spent so long running from. And along with them come the memories of a debt that demands to be paid in blood.

This is my original work so please do not repost or modify in any way!

I cannot thank you all enough for your patience. Life has been all over the place the last few months but thanks for waiting on me, for checking on me as well as my progress on these stories. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I hope you like chapter 10 because we are nearing the end of this series ( possibly no more than 4 or 5 chapters left) and each one will be a dramatic rise in suspense and action and generally the product of my overactive imagination. previous chapters are linked below, you will need to read them if you are new here (or need a refresher becaue it HAS been four months). If not, have at it and enjoy!

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  

Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9 

Mallory did not like having a full house.

Jungkook had gotten a paw caught on her brand new teal chiffon and nearly shredded the fabric, Jimin had practically made a nest of all the scraps she’d let fall to the floor and was currently sprawled out in a corner. At least Hoseok brought food when he visited.

Three. Times. A day.

Jin came with Nina and Maurice every morning and night to check your vitals, hope for consciousness, then, when you remained unresponsive, left dejected with no new news of your condition. Mallory was all but grateful for the sudden need to play hostess. Mixed with her shop duties, she almost had no time to be worried.

Almost.

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