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Ot8!Hybrid!Ateez x afab!reader

Summary: As an urban explorer, you always came across abandoned places and run down buildings. Never did you think you’d stumble across an illegal abandoned animal sanctuary. You meet eight sickly hybrids who are in desperate need of help, who were left alone to die, follow each chapter as you take care of them and help them through their first heats..

AU: Hybrid

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Warnings: Smut, angst, fluff, more in the future.

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Release Date: Not Yet Determined

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Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, ++

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HEAVEN NAVIGATION.

season one.

in a universe where humans owning hybrids is considered normal—even encouraged by society. hwang jiyu works at kq hybrid recovery facility and meets not one, but eight hybrids that turn her world upside down. little does she know that she provided them with what they call their home and heaven.

✧ release date: august 17, 2020.

✧ genres: ateez au, hybrid au, fluff, and angst.

mentions of abuse, blood, etc. if you are uncomfy with any of these topics, please read with discretion or don’t read at all.

✧ taglist: currently don’t have one, but if you would like to be a part of it, feel free to send me a dm or message!

✧ notes: this is spin–off of my ateez 9th member au! please feel free to check jiyu out! :)

✧ reading order for the full details:

seonghwa → yunho → hongjoong → mingi → yeosang → san → wooyoung → jongho

PARK, SEONGHWA

✧ as a feral wolf hybrid that was violent with all of the employees assigned to him, seonghwa was subjected to be put down. however, jiyu being the softhearted feral hybrid nurse she was, she decided to save seonghwa no matter what it took.

KIM, HONGJOONG

✧ the tiger hybrid managed to escape from south korea’s top illegal hybird ring fights. of course, they didn’t let him go so easily. losing his chasers in a forest, covered in blood—his and others’—he decided to accept his fate of death from his wounds until a female and two other hybrids managed to take him from death’s grip.

JEONG, YUNHO

✧ being abandoned by your owners is never fun. but yunho takes it as a chance to explore the world as his owners were never the kindest people. having wandered around jiyu’s condo, seonghwa discovers the lost puppy and said puppy is offered a second chance at a place to call home.

KANG, YEOSANG

✧ this fox hybrid was brought into the recovery facility covered in scratches, whip marks, blood, and every other injury you could imagine. due to this, yeosang has trouble trusting humans, as he was afraid they could just hurt him all over again. until he meets jiyu, his “angel nurse”.

CHOI, SAN

✧ this fellow stray cat hybrid has been hanging around jiyu’s condo for as long as he could remember, although jiyu may not have noticed him. the cold winter breeze and jiyu’s open bedroom window prompts him to sneak into her bedroom one night. it was just suppose to be one night, but the gods must’ve been smiling upon him.

SONG, MINGI

✧ this abandoned, shy bunny hybrid loves hanging around the open field area of the recovery facility. one day, with the help of jungkook, another bunny hybrid, jiyu meets mingi. after days of mingi being too shy and running away from her, a bag of carrots and mint chocolate ice chip cream was all it took to seal the deal.

JUNG, WOOYOUNG

✧ this mischevious dolphin hybrid escaped an illegal experiment lab and has wandered the ocean for almost a year. all he longed for was love and attention—maybe even a family. who knew his “little” prank on jiyu would be the beginning to all of his wishes being granted.

CHOI, JONGHO

✧ like hongjoong, this fluffy brown–bear hybrid was captured for hybrid ring fights. fortunately, he was rescued by a hybrid rescue team when they caught wind of the illegal fights occuring. he ended up being transported to kq hybrid recovery facility. fate has its ways and he ends up in jiyu’s care.

Hey there, my loves!! 👋👋

I've been wondering when I'm gonna make a big project here for Ateez, since I'm already doing one for HP. Soooooo, I have a couple ideas and I'd love your opinions on it!

I'm going to write all of these eventually, but I'm open for other ideas or suggestions, so be my guest in the comments!

I'm so surprised with the amount of votes for Hybrid! Ateez! I thought it was just me who wanted more of that on tumblr. Just so you guys know, a one shot of a hybrid ateez member is cominggg! Do you want to guess who it is? 👀👀👀

Hey there, my loves!! 👋👋

I've been wondering when I'm gonna make a big project here for Ateez, since I'm already doing one for HP. Soooooo, I have a couple ideas and I'd love your opinions on it!

I'm going to write all of these eventually, but I'm open for other ideas or suggestions, so be my guest in the comments!

The cat and the fox I - PSH & JWY - TCTF SERIES

Pictures aren't mine, credits to the rightful owner

Pairing: hybridcat!seonghwa x reader x hybridfox!wooyoung (non-romantic)

Genre: fluff

Warnings/tags: mentions of blood and injuries; hybrid cat; hybrid fox

N/A: I'm late, but here it is the part 1 of the fic I planned for Seonghwa's birthday!

WC: 2,1 k

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The Cat and The Fox II

The Cat and The Fox III

I never even considered adopting nor fostering a cat in all the 25 years of my life, so why do I have a gray cat laid down on my couch, licking his fur without any worry in the world, as if that was his rightful place since the start?

I just had a simple wish, to get home as fast as possible, take a shower and then sleep for at the very least 3 hours, but that seemed like a lot to ask. My living room was a mess. My rugs out of place, all of my decorations, cushions and photo-frames were on the floor, the latter ones were broken and there was glass all scattered on the floor and… blood? Yes. Drops of blood leaving the living room to the kitchen. I was paralyzed by the door, my jaw on the floor. Then I saw it, the window by my work table was open and all of my notebooks and computer were untouched, but I couldn’t say the same for my papers, the small pile scattered on the floor as the cherry on top.

I let the door open, just in case I’d need to run out. It could be a fox, a raccoon or worse. I walked through the living room, but I couldn’t hear a thing besides my own heart ringing in my ears. 

I wasn’t a monster, of course I like most animals and would never wish for something to hurt them on purpose, but if I had to choose, please, can it be gone or dead just this once? Maybe it wasn’t even here anymore, which would be the best I could get out of this, but what are the chances? There was only a single way out, the window. 

As I made my way to the kitchen, following the blood, I heard a screech, then a meow? A cat meowing? Then, something gray ran through my legs, while a red thing ran after it, or so I thought, but the red animal ran to the opposite direction, while the gray animal hid itself under the couch. I caught sight of a blurry red fluffy tail leaving through the open door, it was a fox, a bleeding one, as I saw the drops it left on my floor.

I ran to close the door and looked through the peephole, the fox was gone, then I heard another meow, softer and lower this time. The gray cat had only its head out, looking to the door and then to me. I stayed still as he kept staring, judging, something I expect of all cats, but then he hid again as I took a step closer.

Clearly, I didn’t pass the vibe check.

“Yo-”, I took a deep breath. “Ok, I get that you’re scared, just stay there, ok? I’ll clean this mess.”

I tried to be fast, not only because I wanted to be done as soon as possible, but also the cat could get out and hurt itself, if it wasn’t hurt in the first place already. The first step was to clean the glass the best I could - I knew I would find little glass pieces for the rest of the week in the most random places. The second step was way faster, to organize the living room and put the trash outside. The blood was the real nightmare, and I didn’t even consider getting rid of it all at that point. The little stain on the carpet would remind me constantly of what happened that day. 

While I rushed to one side of the house to the other, I kept an eye on the couch, yet I didn’t see it or its head at all. Was the cat that scared and overwhelmed? Maybe it was truly hurt, the fox chased it after all.

I looked at the couch and debated being a complete asshole for a moment. I could just take my shower and go to sleep, right? But what if it was true injured, and it gets worse because I wasn’t fast enough? The cat could take its sweet time destroying everything too. I didn’t wait another second to get my first-aid kit.

“Kitty?”, I said as I took a seat, one foot away from the couch.

I laid down on the ground to take a look under it, just to make sure it was still there, and it was. At the very back of the couch, I could barely see anything beside its shape, its head laid on one paw, the other one was hidden, and its brownish eyes looking at me. The cat glued on the wall, and it didn’t seem excited to leave it anytime soon. 

“You are hurt, aren’t you? It must hurt a lot, right?”, I whispered as I laid my head on my right arm, still laid on the ground, almost at the same position the cat was.

It meowed as it followed all of my movements. 

“Yeah, I’d love to know if that was a yes or a no.”

I pulled the aid kit to my side, in front of the couch. “Look, I want to help you, can you please not bite me?”, I asked as I reached for it under the couch to try and give my hands for him to sniff. 

I closed my eyes, ready for the inevitable, yet I didn’t come, but it also didn’t sniff me. “Hey, I’m trying to be friendly here, isn’t that how people do?”, I said as I took my hand away. 

I looked under the couch again, the cat was in the same position. 

“Okay, this isn’t going to work…”, I reached further under the couch until I could feel his fur. 

I heard the scared meows and waited for the worst, but the cat stayed still and let me pull it out without much fight, for my own surprise. I let my hands open and light, so I wouldn’t hurt it. The poor thing was paralyzed in my hand and looked at me with the same fear I looked at him with. 

I got up and sat on the floor, slow, to not scare him more than I already did. I didn’t know what to do for a moment as we just look at each other. If this cat was a person, this would classify as one of the most awkward moment of my life. He ended up on my lap.

 “It’s okay, kitty. I won’t hurt you”, I said, as I let my right hand in front of him to sniff on his own time. 

He was hesitant to even get close to my hand, body stiff while I held him with my left hand, but as soon as he realized I wouldn’t move, he took a step to finally sniff me, and when he was finished, sat on my thighs and I released him, more confident that he wouldn’t immediately run to hide again.

I blinked the sleepiness away and took my time to search for any visible injures without touching him more than necessary. His paws were still hid under his body the whole time, and my best guess was he still was too hesitant of me to be 100% comfortable. He wasn’t wearing a collar, and I couldn’t even imagine what he went through alone in the streets to be this scared, but the weird thing it’s he wasn’t seriously injured as far as I could see.

“Did that fox chased after you and you scared him away, kitty?”, I said as I petted him slowly on his head.

He meowed and purred nonstop, and I didn’t dare to stop for a single moment. I realized he started to lean his head on my hands, his eyes were closed, and his body laid on my stomach. 

“A cuddly one, I see”, I smiled as I looked down on him. “I’m almost about to forgive you for that mess you left me earlier”. 

I couldn’t help, but think he was adorable. He moved his head constantly to find the exact spot he wanted me to scratch and as soon as I found it, that specific spot behind his ears, I felt his body melt on mine once for all. 

I don’t even remember how long I stayed like that, but my wrist already hurt, and my eyes were too heavy to keep them open. The purring sounded calming for some reason, and I felt the stress leaving me as time went by, but I had to stop, and he didn’t like that one bit. 

“I can pet you later”, I said as I walked to my bedroom. 

I thought he would be happy in the living room, or he would be back to hide under the couch, but he followed me around to my room, to the kitchen, to the bathroom - and he even threw a little tantrum when I closed the door and didn’t let him in, he scratched the door, but stopped as soon as I turn the water on. 

Is that even the same cat that hid under my couch? He must have an owner then, because there's no way a cat is this friendly and trusting to strangers and lived on the streets for long. He must have lost his way home being chased by that fox or something like that, but then he had to have a collar. Maybe someone stole it? No, there's no way someone is that cruel and dead inside. 

I saw him sitting by the doorstep of my room, right in front of the bathroom, with those big bright brown eyes shining looking up at me. My heart melted as I picked him up, again, with a lot of care, but he snuggled in my arms immediately without a single care in the world. His cold nose hid into my chest and I petted his sweet spot, while I walked downstairs. 

"You must be hungry…can cats eat normal food?" 

He meowed, and I looked down at him. He was nestled in my arms while looking at my face, then he blinked slowly, then hid again in my chest. 

Well, that didn't help much, but it was adorable, so I'll excuse it this time. 

I looked up the foods cats could eat, and it turns out, it's much more than I thought, however I would have to boil almost everything I had at home and that would take way more time than to buy cat food in the convenience store nearby. 

"Okay, kitty. I have to buy some food for you, so you have to stay here alone for a little bit", I said in a soft tone of voice. 

I felt his eyes on me, yet he didn't protest as I put him on the ground, then I verified if the windows were all closed this time. As I walked to the door, I expected some kind of protest or whining, but he only walked to the door with me. 

"I see, are you scouting me out of my own house? Is that it?" 

As soon as I opened the door, he ran out. I froze by the door as he went straight to the side of the house, and before I could lose sight of him, I ran too. I couldn’t even think at that moment. The corner of the house was narrow and led to the small backward, and there was nothing there besides some old stuff I still had to throw out. I didn’t expect to see the cat snicking in one of the old boxes. 

“Kitty?”

The cat stood beside that red fox inside the box. The fox laid there, and it didn’t move as I got closer, and I wasn’t sure if it was conscious. Only then I noticed the trail of blood on the tiles, coming from the backward. I heard scratches on the box, and focused back on them. The cat looked at me, and it seemed desperate as it meowed louder and louder. 

“I know, I know”, I said as I tried to pick up the box, a little bit scared of the fox still, since it could attack me at any point, yet it didn’t move. “Come on, I’ll take care of you”, I whispered.

The fox opened its eyes, and I stopped in my tracks. It was too close of me already, it could attack me or run, maybe I should have run, but I was stunned by the brightness of the yellow on its eyes. He was as still as me, and I felt like the world had stopped breathing for a bit, too. 

The cat moved, and the fox cried out, that was what woke me up. 

The Cat and The Fox II - PSH & JWY - TCTF SERIES

(Pictures aren't mine, credits for the rightful owners)

Pairing: hybridcat!seonghwa x reader x hybridfox!wooyoung (non-romantic)

Genre: fluff, angst

Warnings/tags: mentions of blood and injuries: implied abuse and trauma; hybrid au; hybrid series

WC: 2,9 K

N/A: This took me way too much time to finish, I'm so sorry! There'll be a part 3 of this sooner than later, I promise 💕 As always my requests are open!

The Cat and The Fox I

The Cat and The Fox III

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The fox looked... pissed off at me, like I was at fault for his injuries somehow.

The fox looked … pissed off at me, like I was at fault for his injuries somehow.

And that would be expected if he was still bleeding and hungry like three hours ago, but he wasn’t. He was curled in that same box drenched in dried blood, because he refused to get out of it after we came inside, eating a fruit salad I made for him 15 minutes ago.

Somehow, he stayed calm while the cat was near him, without attacking or hissing at each other once, while I had scratches on my arms, because I tried to take him to a specialized vet. It was the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen. They seemed perfectly fine in each other presence.

How did he even get hurt in the first place if it wasn’t the cat?

But the important part is, he wasn’t making a huge mess like the first time, actually he barely moved.

He was in the corner of the living room, staring at me now and then, while chewing another piece of apple. I tried not the obvious as I glanced at him, while the cat was walking to my side on the couch.

The TV was loud, but I barely focused on it until I felt two paws kneading on my left thigh. The cat meowed once when I looked at him.

“What?”, I asked.

The feeling of being ridiculous for talking to him like he would answer was yet to disappear.

He meowed once more, looking at my bandaged left arm. Then, he jumped on my lap, and laid his head down on my stomach. My heart could barely take in the scene in front of my eyes. His paws kept kneading me, while caressing my arm with his fluffy head and tail.

“It’s okay, kitty”, I said as I petted his head.

Just as soon as I touched his fur, I heard a hiss coming from the corner.

“Aren’t you a good one? So cute”, I said, still looking at the cat while petting his head.

The hissing sound didn’t stop, but I kept ignoring it.

Was that fox really protective of the cat? Or he was still hurting?

To test the theory, I stopped petting the cat, yet the hissing didn’t stop, and I heard a soft meow of protest, so I got back to the job.

They had to be from the same home still, but maybe the pain it was too much

That thought made me curl in the couch. I wish I could help more, but he clearly didn’t like my presence even if I could, and there’s nothing I could do about it, at least not this late. I still didn’t know how he got such a deep cut, since my initial theory was wrong, and the chances of knowing are none, but I hope their owners get a grip, and start to take care of them better.

“I need a name for you… for both of you”, I murmured.

Suddenly the hissing stopped, and I heard little muffed taps on the floor coming from the corner. My hands left the soft fur of the cat’s head, and he wasn’t happy at all, but I wasn’t about to get any more scratches.

I saw the red fur of his ears picking out from the side of the couch, then one of his eyes, that bright yellow ones that for the first time didn’t look like they wanted to tear me apart, instead it as almost as if i-

The fox jumped at me.

I didn’t have time to close my eyes.

He stood on 4 paws by my side, bobbing his nose on the cat’s head while whining, and I couldn’t do anything besides watch the scene in front of my eyes. His fur touched my skin lightly, and I didn’t dare to move. Then, finally, the cat seemed to understand what the fox wanted, and gave space beside himself. The whining stopped and both of them laid on my lap, side by side, as calm as the night outside.

I didn’t dare to move, my heart was racing while I tried to process the bizarre scene in front of me, but the thing is, I couldn’t. What kind of animal behavior is that? For my own safety, I didn’t touch them, and tried my best to not move and bother them.

The living room was silent for some time, while I was lost in my own mind.

“Where did you come from?”, I asked after sometime, and both heads looked up to me.

I didn’t mean to ask it out loud, it wasn’t like I’d get an answer.

The cat decided to get up from my lap, and I thought he’d walk away. Instead, he sat on my lap while looking straight at me and raised his left paw up. I took it with my own left hand, a small smile in my face. He was too cute, weird as fuck, sure, but a cute cat.

“Oh, it’s nice to meet you I guess”, I said, moving my hand up and down in the air. “I wish you had your collar, then I’d know how to call you”.

He meowed, and I released his paw, but then he kept nuzzling my hand.

“You want this?”, I caressed his head and the purring started right away.

The fox did nothing but stare, which I took as a sign he wouldn’t attack me. His tail moved from left to right in a calm manner, and he seemed relaxed enough on my thigh. That was good, but his staring was unsettling to say the least. Was he staring so much at? The clothes I was wearing weren’t anything special, could foxes even see this amount of colors?

The fox stood up suddenly, eyes straight on me, and I waited for the worst, however he just raised his right paw up to me, and I took it with care, avoiding his sharp nails in the process. On his neck, there’s a clear sign of where the collar was, his fur was dirtier on a closer look, something I didn’t get to do until now.

“It’s nice to meet you too”.

He took his own paw from my hand, and he made a sound that I could only hope it was satisfaction. The fox bumped his head on the cats’ neck, which the latter didn’t seem to mind. It didn’t hold too much force, just enough to… get attention? The cat turned his head to the fox and there was silence, like they were communicating without me knowing.

I had the urge to look up to the TV, the show I was supposed to watch still there, but I lost enough that I ended up lost on the plot. Somehow, it didn’t feel right to just stare at them at the moment, so I focused on what was in front of me.

I felt the cat moving around my lap, and then another set of 4 paws.

They trust way too easy, but at least that was a good sign of the owner taking good care of them. But how the hell I’m supposed to find them?

“Kitty, you seem really smart”, I say as I looked down at them.

He purred while the fox whined and tapped my left tight, the one he was on top of.

“You also seem smart, foxy”, I tried to calm him down, and my hand almost reached for his fur, but I contained myself. “But you don’t have your collars, and your owner must be worried by now”.

The reaction they gave me wasn’t the one I expected. The word owner didn’t trigger purrs, heads looking around to find him or soft meows, no, it triggered shivers, distressed whines and bodies cowering in a small ball on top of my lap.

I petted them with both hands, while my heart broke at the sight.

Good care my ass, with this type of reaction because of a single word… what the fuck happened to them?

“Shhh, it’s okay, you both are safe, that person isn’t here”, I whispered as I petted them. “You can stay here, you don’t have to go back”, I said desperately as I tried to calm them down.

These clearly weren’t a normal cat and fox, that much was clear, but the moment they responded to me, a word came to mind. They had to be mixed with hybrid genes, that’s the only reason as why they’re so human-like in a sense.

They calmed down while I whispered reassurances as best as I could, because if it was up to me, they wouldn’t go back to an abusive home.

Both of them kept themselves in a little ball, as small as possible, but they were purring at least, and I took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry”, I whispered, because it felt too wrong to speak any louder in a situation like this.

They looked up at me when I said it, still froze in place it seemed, not a single sound out of their mouths, but theirs eyes were telling enough, so expressive that I couldn’t doubt they had hybrids genes.

“I’m sorry that someone was so awful to the point of you both being so terrified, I’ll find a better place for you”.

It was slow at first, but they moved from that position and laid on me, both heads hiding between my body and arms. Their ears hanging low on their heads, and tickling my skin. The softness was shocking still, it felt like a blanket even when they were supposed to be unkempt and dirty.

“Soo, I supposed you don’t want to take a bath, right?”, I said.

The reactions were immediate. The fox looked up, wide eyes, ears shot up on his head and body prepared to run as fast as he felt I’d make him do it, but the cat kept still, and nuzzled my arm even though his eyes were locked on me.

“It’s fine, I won’t make you”, I said as I smiled, and petted both of their heads.

It was bold of me, I could get scratched again by the fox, but he let me did it, so I took it as progress. They seemed wary still, more the fox than the cat to be honest, their personality was shinning through at that moment.

“It’s true, I won’t, I promise you that, but what about a towel? It must be uncomfortable being dirty, right?”

I looked from one to the other. The cat seemed fine, happy even, since he purred as an answer and raised one of his paws to my arm, it was a light and careful touch.

“Can I bring one for you?”, I asked in a soft tone of voice, and he nodded lightly. “Okay, so what about you, foxy?”

His yellowish eyes bored into mine and his body was stiff and wary on top of my thighs, yet he was still careful with his nails.

“You can do it on your own, I don't have to do it for you and I won't touch you at all, I said, and he nodded slowly.

“Okay, can you move, so I can get up?”

They did, both jumped back to the floor, and I took the opportunity to make an appropriate dinner for the three of us while they got themselves cleaned.

I knew the cat could clean himself without it, but I wasn’t sure about the fox, so I laid two towels on the floor for them and I went to the kitchen.

That was the first night. After the fifth night, the three of us developed a nice routine.

They knew they were safe and that I’d be back after work every evening. The second night was enough of whines and cries to know that they were… sensitive to sudden changes. There were food for them available when they wanted it on the little bowls I bought in the that first same night, I prepared all the meals in the mornings, and they could leave anytime if they wanted to, but I wasn’t sure if they ever did. The first time I came home after rescuing them, I was scared they had left for some an unknown reason. Sure, it was getting late, and the streets were unpredictable, who knows what could happen, but it was more than that. I had a soft spot for them already and if I keep up that pace, I’d be really hard to let them go someday.

“Kitty? Foxy?”

The lights of the living room were already on, but there wasn’t sign of them. I took off my coat and let my shoes by the entrance while I was scanning the room. Were they upstairs sleeping again? It was almost snack time. They came downstairs yesterday when I came home, it was the official snack time.

I decided to ignore the worst possible scenario and walked into the kitchen, then I took two bowls and opened the fridge. This amount of noise should’ve made them come downstairs already.

It’s fine, it’s ok, maybe they went out to play outside. It wasn’t fine. I let everything on the counter top and went upstairs.

“Kitty? Foxy?”

I really needed to give them better names than this, but it wasn’t the time to think about it now. They didn’t come to me, nor I heard any noise besides my own steps and nervous heart.

I went through my room, the bed was messy as they like to lay in it when I wasn’t home, that much was clear since day one. Then I went to the guest bedroom, but it was untouched. Maybe they locked themselves in the bathroom, but still nothing as I checked.

I didn’t like to where the possibilities were going, but there was still a chance of them playing outside, so I went to look around the house. There was still enough sunlight, but I didn’t get lucky until I heard a noise, a loud whining coming from the roof.

“Kitty? Foxy? Are you up there? Did you climb to the roof?”

Anyone looking out of their windows would think I went insane. Of course, they wouldn’t understand, no, not a normal cat and fox, but mine were far from it.

I was screaming in front of the house, trying to look up, but there wasn’t a sign of them, none that I could see from the ground. The only answer I got was another whining, and it sounded like foxy, that was enough for me to grab a staircase that I never even used before.

It was an old one for sure, it came with the house, and now I knew why, it was so fucking heavy to carry anywhere. There was the normal staircase, then you could slide two parts up and it’d get even taller. And that’s what I had to do, even though I didn’t trust the mechanism that hold it tight was working as good as it should.

But it was for foxy and kitty, they could’ve climbed there without knowing how to get down for hours, they must be hungry by now too, so I didn’t waste any more time.

As soon as I was on eye level with the roof, I froze in place.

Two men sat on my roof, side by side, curled around themselves to be seen as small as possible, not a single cloth protecting them for the cold and tails hugging each other's thighs.

“Ho-”

“Please, don’t make us leave”, one of them interrupted me.

The voice stunt me for a second. It was so deep, rough even and low, so low and that seemed like a crime because I could barely hear it above the soft wind.

“Don’t move, I’ll bring up towels and let’s get you both down, okay?”

There wasn’t an answer, but I didn’t wait for one. I felt my body out of my mind’s control, there weren’t thoughts running through my head as I ran to get towels for them, nor when they came down and sat on my couch.

Their heads were down, soft and fluffy ears flat against it. It hasn’t been more than two minutes since I found them, but they didn’t look up to me once.

“I’ll bring clothes for you both, one of you can go to the bathroom and the other to the guest room.”

I’ve seen their ears shot up and I couldn’t contain my smile. It was exactly like their animals' counterpart.

“I knew you were hybrids, I won’t make you guys leave, it doesn’t make a difference to me”

Finally, they looked up at me. Another déjà vu hit me hard, but this time it felt different. They were more vulnerable than ever, and it wasn’t because of the lack of clothing, no, I knew better than that. Their eyes told me what I needed to know once again.

“So, how can I call you? I knew I had to change kitty and foxy to your real names at some point”

They looked at each other, speechless, both sat still with hands gripping hard on the soft cloth.

“Right, the introductions can wait, I’ll bring clothes for you both. One can wait for me in the bathroom and the other in the guest room, if you prefer it.”

They nodded and got up.

It was intriguing how their body language was the exact same, too. If it wasn’t by the colors of their ears and tails, I could still say who was my kitty and who was my foxy.

Damn, I did actually call them mine, didn’t I?

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The Cat and The Fox II

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(Pictures aren't mine, credits for the rightful owners)

Pairing: hybridcat!seonghwa x reader x hybridfox!wooyoung (non-romantic)

Genre: fluff, angst

Warnings/tags: mentions of blood and injuries: implied abuse and trauma; hybrid au; hybrid series

WC: 2,9 K

N/A: This took me way too much time to finish, I'm so sorry! There'll be a part 3 of this sooner than later, I promise 💕 As always my requests are open!

The Cat and The Fox I

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The fox looked... pissed off at me, like I was at fault for his injuries somehow.

The fox looked … pissed off at me, like I was at fault for his injuries somehow.

And that would be expected if he was still bleeding and hungry like three hours ago, but he wasn’t. He was curled in that same box drenched in dried blood, because he refused to get out of it after we came inside, eating a fruit salad I made for him 15 minutes ago.

Somehow, he stayed calm while the cat was near him, without attacking or hissing at each other once, while I had scratches on my arms, because I tried to take him to a specialized vet. It was the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen. They seemed perfectly fine in each other presence.

How did he even get hurt in the first place if it wasn’t the cat?

But the important part is, he wasn’t making a huge mess like the first time, actually he barely moved.

He was in the corner of the living room, staring at me now and then, while chewing another piece of apple. I tried not the obvious as I glanced at him, while the cat was walking to my side on the couch.

The TV was loud, but I barely focused on it until I felt two paws kneading on my left thigh. The cat meowed once when I looked at him.

“What?”, I asked.

The feeling of being ridiculous for talking to him like he would answer was yet to disappear.

He meowed once more, looking at my bandaged left arm. Then, he jumped on my lap, and laid his head down on my stomach. My heart could barely take in the scene in front of my eyes. His paws kept kneading me, while caressing my arm with his fluffy head and tail.

“It’s okay, kitty”, I said as I petted his head.

Just as soon as I touched his fur, I heard a hiss coming from the corner.

“Aren’t you a good one? So cute”, I said, still looking at the cat while petting his head.

The hissing sound didn’t stop, but I kept ignoring it.

Was that fox really protective of the cat? Or he was still hurting?

To test the theory, I stopped petting the cat, yet the hissing didn’t stop, and I heard a soft meow of protest, so I got back to the job.

They had to be from the same home still, but maybe the pain it was too much

That thought made me curl in the couch. I wish I could help more, but he clearly didn’t like my presence even if I could, and there’s nothing I could do about it, at least not this late. I still didn’t know how he got such a deep cut, since my initial theory was wrong, and the chances of knowing are none, but I hope their owners get a grip, and start to take care of them better.

“I need a name for you… for both of you”, I murmured.

Suddenly the hissing stopped, and I heard little muffed taps on the floor coming from the corner. My hands left the soft fur of the cat’s head, and he wasn’t happy at all, but I wasn’t about to get any more scratches.

I saw the red fur of his ears picking out from the side of the couch, then one of his eyes, that bright yellow ones that for the first time didn’t look like they wanted to tear me apart, instead it as almost as if i-

The fox jumped at me.

I didn’t have time to close my eyes.

He stood on 4 paws by my side, bobbing his nose on the cat’s head while whining, and I couldn’t do anything besides watch the scene in front of my eyes. His fur touched my skin lightly, and I didn’t dare to move. Then, finally, the cat seemed to understand what the fox wanted, and gave space beside himself. The whining stopped and both of them laid on my lap, side by side, as calm as the night outside.

I didn’t dare to move, my heart was racing while I tried to process the bizarre scene in front of me, but the thing is, I couldn’t. What kind of animal behavior is that? For my own safety, I didn’t touch them, and tried my best to not move and bother them.

The living room was silent for some time, while I was lost in my own mind.

“Where did you come from?”, I asked after sometime, and both heads looked up to me.

I didn’t mean to ask it out loud, it wasn’t like I’d get an answer.

The cat decided to get up from my lap, and I thought he’d walk away. Instead, he sat on my lap while looking straight at me and raised his left paw up. I took it with my own left hand, a small smile in my face. He was too cute, weird as fuck, sure, but a cute cat.

“Oh, it’s nice to meet you I guess”, I said, moving my hand up and down in the air. “I wish you had your collar, then I’d know how to call you”.

He meowed, and I released his paw, but then he kept nuzzling my hand.

“You want this?”, I caressed his head and the purring started right away.

The fox did nothing but stare, which I took as a sign he wouldn’t attack me. His tail moved from left to right in a calm manner, and he seemed relaxed enough on my thigh. That was good, but his staring was unsettling to say the least. Was he staring so much at? The clothes I was wearing weren’t anything special, could foxes even see this amount of colors?

The fox stood up suddenly, eyes straight on me, and I waited for the worst, however he just raised his right paw up to me, and I took it with care, avoiding his sharp nails in the process. On his neck, there’s a clear sign of where the collar was, his fur was dirtier on a closer look, something I didn’t get to do until now.

“It’s nice to meet you too”.

He took his own paw from my hand, and he made a sound that I could only hope it was satisfaction. The fox bumped his head on the cats’ neck, which the latter didn’t seem to mind. It didn’t hold too much force, just enough to… get attention? The cat turned his head to the fox and there was silence, like they were communicating without me knowing.

I had the urge to look up to the TV, the show I was supposed to watch still there, but I lost enough that I ended up lost on the plot. Somehow, it didn’t feel right to just stare at them at the moment, so I focused on what was in front of me.

I felt the cat moving around my lap, and then another set of 4 paws.

They trust way too easy, but at least that was a good sign of the owner taking good care of them. But how the hell I’m supposed to find them?

“Kitty, you seem really smart”, I say as I looked down at them.

He purred while the fox whined and tapped my left tight, the one he was on top of.

“You also seem smart, foxy”, I tried to calm him down, and my hand almost reached for his fur, but I contained myself. “But you don’t have your collars, and your owner must be worried by now”.

The reaction they gave me wasn’t the one I expected. The word owner didn’t trigger purrs, heads looking around to find him or soft meows, no, it triggered shivers, distressed whines and bodies cowering in a small ball on top of my lap.

I petted them with both hands, while my heart broke at the sight.

Good care my ass, with this type of reaction because of a single word… what the fuck happened to them?

“Shhh, it’s okay, you both are safe, that person isn’t here”, I whispered as I petted them. “You can stay here, you don’t have to go back”, I said desperately as I tried to calm them down.

These clearly weren’t a normal cat and fox, that much was clear, but the moment they responded to me, a word came to mind. They had to be mixed with hybrid genes, that’s the only reason as why they’re so human-like in a sense.

They calmed down while I whispered reassurances as best as I could, because if it was up to me, they wouldn’t go back to an abusive home.

Both of them kept themselves in a little ball, as small as possible, but they were purring at least, and I took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry”, I whispered, because it felt too wrong to speak any louder in a situation like this.

They looked up at me when I said it, still froze in place it seemed, not a single sound out of their mouths, but theirs eyes were telling enough, so expressive that I couldn’t doubt they had hybrids genes.

“I’m sorry that someone was so awful to the point of you both being so terrified, I’ll find a better place for you”.

It was slow at first, but they moved from that position and laid on me, both heads hiding between my body and arms. Their ears hanging low on their heads, and tickling my skin. The softness was shocking still, it felt like a blanket even when they were supposed to be unkempt and dirty.

“Soo, I supposed you don’t want to take a bath, right?”, I said.

The reactions were immediate. The fox looked up, wide eyes, ears shot up on his head and body prepared to run as fast as he felt I’d make him do it, but the cat kept still, and nuzzled my arm even though his eyes were locked on me.

“It’s fine, I won’t make you”, I said as I smiled, and petted both of their heads.

It was bold of me, I could get scratched again by the fox, but he let me did it, so I took it as progress. They seemed wary still, more the fox than the cat to be honest, their personality was shinning through at that moment.

“It’s true, I won’t, I promise you that, but what about a towel? It must be uncomfortable being dirty, right?”

I looked from one to the other. The cat seemed fine, happy even, since he purred as an answer and raised one of his paws to my arm, it was a light and careful touch.

“Can I bring one for you?”, I asked in a soft tone of voice, and he nodded lightly. “Okay, so what about you, foxy?”

His yellowish eyes bored into mine and his body was stiff and wary on top of my thighs, yet he was still careful with his nails.

“You can do it on your own, I don't have to do it for you and I won't touch you at all, I said, and he nodded slowly.

“Okay, can you move, so I can get up?”

They did, both jumped back to the floor, and I took the opportunity to make an appropriate dinner for the three of us while they got themselves cleaned.

I knew the cat could clean himself without it, but I wasn’t sure about the fox, so I laid two towels on the floor for them and I went to the kitchen.

That was the first night. After the fifth night, the three of us developed a nice routine.

They knew they were safe and that I’d be back after work every evening. The second night was enough of whines and cries to know that they were… sensitive to sudden changes. There were food for them available when they wanted it on the little bowls I bought in the that first same night, I prepared all the meals in the mornings, and they could leave anytime if they wanted to, but I wasn’t sure if they ever did. The first time I came home after rescuing them, I was scared they had left for some an unknown reason. Sure, it was getting late, and the streets were unpredictable, who knows what could happen, but it was more than that. I had a soft spot for them already and if I keep up that pace, I’d be really hard to let them go someday.

“Kitty? Foxy?”

The lights of the living room were already on, but there wasn’t sign of them. I took off my coat and let my shoes by the entrance while I was scanning the room. Were they upstairs sleeping again? It was almost snack time. They came downstairs yesterday when I came home, it was the official snack time.

I decided to ignore the worst possible scenario and walked into the kitchen, then I took two bowls and opened the fridge. This amount of noise should’ve made them come downstairs already.

It’s fine, it’s ok, maybe they went out to play outside. It wasn’t fine. I let everything on the counter top and went upstairs.

“Kitty? Foxy?”

I really needed to give them better names than this, but it wasn’t the time to think about it now. They didn’t come to me, nor I heard any noise besides my own steps and nervous heart.

I went through my room, the bed was messy as they like to lay in it when I wasn’t home, that much was clear since day one. Then I went to the guest bedroom, but it was untouched. Maybe they locked themselves in the bathroom, but still nothing as I checked.

I didn’t like to where the possibilities were going, but there was still a chance of them playing outside, so I went to look around the house. There was still enough sunlight, but I didn’t get lucky until I heard a noise, a loud whining coming from the roof.

“Kitty? Foxy? Are you up there? Did you climb to the roof?”

Anyone looking out of their windows would think I went insane. Of course, they wouldn’t understand, no, not a normal cat and fox, but mine were far from it.

I was screaming in front of the house, trying to look up, but there wasn’t a sign of them, none that I could see from the ground. The only answer I got was another whining, and it sounded like foxy, that was enough for me to grab a staircase that I never even used before.

It was an old one for sure, it came with the house, and now I knew why, it was so fucking heavy to carry anywhere. There was the normal staircase, then you could slide two parts up and it’d get even taller. And that’s what I had to do, even though I didn’t trust the mechanism that hold it tight was working as good as it should.

But it was for foxy and kitty, they could’ve climbed there without knowing how to get down for hours, they must be hungry by now too, so I didn’t waste any more time.

As soon as I was on eye level with the roof, I froze in place.

Two men sat on my roof, side by side, curled around themselves to be seen as small as possible, not a single cloth protecting them for the cold and tails hugging each other's thighs.

“Ho-”

“Please, don’t make us leave”, one of them interrupted me.

The voice stunt me for a second. It was so deep, rough even and low, so low and that seemed like a crime because I could barely hear it above the soft wind.

“Don’t move, I’ll bring up towels and let’s get you both down, okay?”

There wasn’t an answer, but I didn’t wait for one. I felt my body out of my mind’s control, there weren’t thoughts running through my head as I ran to get towels for them, nor when they came down and sat on my couch.

Their heads were down, soft and fluffy ears flat against it. It hasn’t been more than two minutes since I found them, but they didn’t look up to me once.

“I’ll bring clothes for you both, one of you can go to the bathroom and the other to the guest room.”

I’ve seen their ears shot up and I couldn’t contain my smile. It was exactly like their animals' counterpart.

“I knew you were hybrids, I won’t make you guys leave, it doesn’t make a difference to me”

Finally, they looked up at me. Another déjà vu hit me hard, but this time it felt different. They were more vulnerable than ever, and it wasn’t because of the lack of clothing, no, I knew better than that. Their eyes told me what I needed to know once again.

“So, how can I call you? I knew I had to change kitty and foxy to your real names at some point”

They looked at each other, speechless, both sat still with hands gripping hard on the soft cloth.

“Right, the introductions can wait, I’ll bring clothes for you both. One can wait for me in the bathroom and the other in the guest room, if you prefer it.”

They nodded and got up.

It was intriguing how their body language was the exact same, too. If it wasn’t by the colors of their ears and tails, I could still say who was my kitty and who was my foxy.

Damn, I did actually call them mine, didn’t I?

The Cat and The fox III - PSH & JWY - TCTF SERIES

(Pictures aren't mine, credits for the original creators)

Pairing: hybridcat!seonghwa x reader x hybridfox!wooyoung (non-romantic)

Genre: fluff, angst

Warnings/tags: mentions of abuse and trauma (not explicited); hurt/comfort; happy "ending"; hybrid au; hybrid series

WC: 2,7 K

N/A: This is the official ending of The Cat and The Fox, BUT if you guys are interested, I'm all for making little snipts of the past and the future for this story with your requests!

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The Cat and The Fox I

The Cat and The Fox II

Seonghwa was the kitty and Wooyoung was the foxy. It took me a while to get to the introductions, since they could barely look at me, even less talk to me.

Some would dare say they were some of the easiest people to live with, but that would be a false statement of a selfish person. They were the hardest roommates to live with for the same reasons, one could say the opposite.

They didn’t ask for a single thing, not even a drop of water.

“Of course, I’m sure, you can just grab what you want”.

The both of them looked at each other before looking at the table full of the different side dishes, fried chicken and the two bowls full of rice in front of them. Then, finally, they moved slowly for the chopsticks.

“Thank you, we’ll eat well”, Seonghwa said and both took a bite of the steaming rice.

That was the first time I heard his voice. It was a sharp contrast to his soft and shy demeanor and he himself seemed shocked to hear it, or maybe he was shocked he actually said something, since his eyes went big, and he recoiled on the chair.

He chewed slowly, eyes focused on the uninteresting table cloth while my eyes were on him, he was clearly tense as his fluffy gray ears were glued to his black hair. So I looked down to my own untouched food and started to eat too.

I tried to be more discreet as I looked over to Wooyoung. It was a weird sight to see Wooyoung, who as a fox had zero shame, be this meek as a human, no, in his human form. Both of them seemed embarrassed, and I thought at first it was just because I saw them naked, which sure, who wouldn’t be dying inside at that situation? But as soon as I looked his way, he seemed to recoil in his seat like he wanted to become smaller and invisible, and I got a glimpse of his tail hugging his own waist.

That was really the same person that just demanded space for himself on my lap as a fox?

If I ever find those moth—

“It’s delicious, thank you for the food and… for everything else”, Seonghwa was the first to spoke up, yet he didn’t look up to me.

Seonghwa as a cat did seem more quiet and calm since the beginning, but he wasn’t like this after being comfortable in the house. They clearly rather their animal forms, but then, why they don’t… shift?

“Yes, the food is excellent, thank you” Wooyoung said something for the first time.

“Well, thank you, I try to cook most days when I’m back from work”, I said as I smiled at them.

His voice was less deep, yet it sounded raspy like Seonghwa’s, and it was clear that they didn’t use it for some time, but I kept this and every other observation to myself.

“Try these two together”, I said as I grabbed one bite of the kimchi and put on Seonghwa’s bowl, then one bite of the rice cake right beside it. I did the same for Wooyoung.

The air seemed less tense around us after that moment, but as I went to sleep that night, I couldn’t call any of that progress.

They were so quiet that an easily distracted person could forget they were in the room

I had to go to work in the morning, but as soon as I got back, it was like I was all alone again. The house was spotless and the blood on the carpet disappeared, it was like nothing happened yesterday. However, the smell of food cooking was unmistakable.

“Seonghwa? Wooyoung?”, I called in a soft tone. I already learned the lesson of not screaming in the house, not even when I’m trying to catch their attention.

There was no response.

I knew at least one of them had to be in the kitchen, but they weren’t on speaking terms quite yet. When I showed them where I left breakfast and lunch for them, I got soft thank you’s again, but nothing more.

My steps announced my presence to the whole house, so at least they would know to expect me soon. It was clear they got easily scared by anything, really.

I went to my room first, left my bags on the bed and went to take a shower. The hot shower helped clear my mind of my current worries. I couldn’t bring my stress over to them, when they were so on edge around the house, yet there was still a big chunk of work waiting for me after dinner.

When I stepped a foot into the hallway, the house was silent as it was before, and I debated calling both of them again, but decided against it. They’d show up when they wanted to, and they’d talk to me when they wanted to. It was hard to keep that in mind, but their decisions deserved that respect and patience.

“Hmm, exc-”

I gasped as my soul almost left my body. I turned around to Wooyoung, just two steps away from me. His face went pale, and his eyes were wide, as he looked around, and I noticed how his tail was around his waist again.

“I’m… I am so sorry, I did not mean to scare you”, he gestured non-stop with his hands. “I wanted to… I just thought that you, no, miss, I-”

I didn’t try to interrupt him, not when that was the most he ever talked to me, I only smiled, a reassurance smile I hoped, as I nodded along.

But he stopped trying. He gulped while playing with his own fingers, looking over my shoulders, but never to me.

“You just wanted to… say that dinner was ready? To call me over to the kitchen?”.

He nodded in an eager way while barely meeting my eyes for a second, then turning to his room.

I didn’t notice the door half open, nor did I hear the light creek of the wood when it opened. It was that moment I released how good they were at being invisible.

“So, let’s go downstairs together then?, I asked as I smiled, and his attention was on me again.

I saw the way his lips curled up, before it faded to a neutral expression. He nodded.

“It smells delicious. Did you both make it or one of you likes to cook more than the other?”, I asked as I walked down first without looking back at him.

Even when we walked, I only heard my footsteps. There were two beats of silence before he answered.

“Seonghwa-hyung and I made it, but he does not cook often”.

There was this smile on his voice, even he hid it off his expression. He sounded happy, and proud and I couldn’t hold my own happiness.

“Oh, speaking of him, is he going to come eat soon?”, I asked as I looked over to him, waiting by the stairs.

Wooyoung looked to the kitchen. The door wide open, yet not a single sound came from it for a few seconds. Then, soft steps reached my ears. A second later, Seonghwa’s flustered face was out, the rest of his body hiding.

“Hm, yes, I will. I was just checking to see if the food was still warm”, he stumbled a bit over his words and disappeared again.

I noticed the table was already set, which left me without nothing to help them with.

“It was really sweet of you both to make dinner for us, thank you”.

A big noise came out of the kitchen, almost like a pair of chopsticks hit the metal of the sink from a high place.

“I’ll go help him, please, take a sit. We want to thank you for your kindness”, Wooyoung said in such a confident tone and a small smile on his face that surprised me a little, but he immediately walked over there as if he didn’t notice himself.

Maybe I could call that some progress.

They were so polite and so respectful

I couldn’t ignore it anymore.

It’s been great 4 days up until now, and they were becoming more and more open as time went by, but something never changed. It was in the way that they spoke, that they moved around the house, even when they sat on the couch. I noticed it all yesterday, the first weekend I was home the whole day. It was perfect. The perfect posture, the perfect tone, the perfect way to walk. It was unsettling, it seemed like they were never relaxed. Again, another perfect opposite of their animal form, it seemed.

I couldn’t make myself ask anything, it would cause more bad than good, but I also couldn’t let those thoughts go. However owned them, maybe still own them, did this, all of it. It was frustrating because I knew that 4 days could not erase it, nothing could erase it, but I wanted to so much.

“That one”, Seonghwa said it at last in that soft tone of voice.

Now the roughness was almost completely gone of their voices, which was a relief, and I liked to think that they looked more healthy now. The slight glance of their bodies I took 5 days ago told me enough about the amount of food they had these past… days? Weeks? I hoped it wasn’t months.

“Are you sure?”, I said it while finishing the popcorn in the kitchen.

It was still hard not to be loud when speaking and the fact that they could perfectly hear me this far if I whispered was still unsettling, but the hardest of them all was to pay attention to make sure I understood what they said.

“Yes, I won rock, paper, scissors, he can not complain”.

I was almost sure I heard Wooyoung complaining right after that, and Seonghwa shushed him quickly.

I came into the living room with two of the three bowls of popcorn that I made for us.

“Here we go”, I gave them theirs and hurried into the kitchen to grab mine.

The silence was understandable since we were paying attention to the screen, now on the 9:56 minute mark of the first Narnia movie, but there was a palpable distance between them and me. The couch wasn’t that big, yet they seemed to leaned away so our shoulders and thighs wouldn’t touch for a moment.

“What do you both think until now?”, I whispered while glancing at both of their faces.

It was fascinating to watch how their eyes brighten up to a scene or how they would be tense from another, reacting like a real open book. I knew the movie by heart anyway, so it wasn’t like I’d lost the plot.

“I wish something like this existed in real life”, Wooyoung whispered with focused eyes on the screen.

“Then the witch would also be real too”, I said.

“There’s people like her already in real life”, Seonghwa said, and I couldn’t do anything other than nod. “But they have a chance against her, right?”

“They do, they have a lot of people, I mean, animals that are going to help them throughout this”, I said while giggling at my own mistake.

“Hey, when did you watch this for the first time?”, Wooyoung turned to me, catching me off guard.

“Hm, I don’t know, when I was 9? I just remember being young”.

He simply nodded and turned back to the TV. Was that supposed to make sense? Seonghwalooked over at me with a small smile.

“They seem a little like hybrids, don’t you think? The only thing is that we don’t speak like that”, he said.

It felt like my mind was blown away. It was true that study with hybrid weren’t news, it came close to a century ago, but back then, nothing was a “success” as it is now. The topic of hybrids has been in people’s lives for a while, but it never occurred to me, it could be related.

“Does that offend you in any way? The similarities, I mean, if it was an inspiration”.

“No, if anything it would be nice to have that much freedom”, Seonghwa’s comment left a bitter taste in my mouth, and I’d be willing to bet they felt the same.

“Maybe you could, you know? There are a lot of different ways a hybrid could live now, there’s…”

The way both looked at me made me shut up. They knew that I was going to say “new laws”. It was everywhere a few months ago when the four new protection-laws for hybrids came into force, but my knowledge ended where the public information ended. I couldn’t know if it was something to be happy about or not, and by the way they looked at each other, it wasn’t.

“If there’s anything that I can do to help the both of you…”, I saw Seonghwa getting ready to interrupted me, but I kept going. “…even if it’s hard, I’ll do it, I promise”, I extended both my pinkies at them.

Wooyoung took my hand at the blink of an eye. “Do you really? Even if t means that we do not have anywhere to go?”, he looked at me with those big brown teary eyes and his voice trembled a little.

Were they worried about that all this time? That I would throw them out?

“Of course, you can stay as long as you both want, didn’t I say that before? I never wanted to make you both stay unwilling though, you both can come and go whenever, haven’t I said that?, I said in a whispered tone, looking into Wooyoung’s eyes

I was scared of ruining that fragile vulnerability that he put was on my hands and I wanted them to believe me, because it was true, and it was clear that I wasn’t as clear the first time.

So I wrapped my hand around his slowly. “I’ll do anything to make sure that you both are going to be okay from now on, is that clear?, I looked from Wooyoung to Seonghwa, who just held out his pinky to me.

“Yes”, Seonghwa answered out loud.

Wooyoung did in his own way. He hugged me to his best ability, considering our position on the couch and the fact that our pinkies didn’t leave each other. I opened my free arm to create some space for Seonghwa, a silent request that he could deny if he wanted to.

He threw himself at us.

“That’s the Seonghwa and Wooyoung that I’ve met and missed dearly”, I said as I attempted to play with their soft hair without touching their ears, which was no easy task since they didn’t stop moving for a second.

Seonghwa looked up from his spot on my arm. “Did you?”, it was like some of the brightness in his eyes came back alive.

“I did, I guess you both give some good cuddles”, I shrugged as I smiled back at him and I felt Wooyoung’s head moving from the spot on my shoulders.

“It was all I needed to know”, Wooyoung said, and before I could ask , I felt his fluffy bright red tail hugging my waist. “You’re locked now”, he whispered like it was a threat and Seonghwa laughed.

“I guess I am”, I tried to play pretend with them, but I couldn’t hold back a smile.

Their proximity wasn’t weird for a second, if anything, I caught myself relaxing right after that moment. Then, only then, I remembered we were supposed to watch the TV and my eyes went back to it.

“Shit, we lost one of the best parts…”

“Can we start from the beginning?”, Seonghwa asked and nested himself on me to get more comfortable.

“We have time, right?”, Wooyoung said from that one same self-claimed spot on my shoulders, and there were still some doubts by the sound of his voice.

“Right, we do have a lot of time from now on”, I said as held tighter onto both of them and I felt the smiles on my skin that they tried to hide, but the ears gave them away while I did my best not to squeal because of how cute it was.

I didn’t care, I didn’t really have to think about it, they were worth the hardships that would come my way, and I’d prove that to them.

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Do I have maybe an ateez series coming up??? 👀👀 !Also! in a hybrid universe where hybrids are just as common as humans and there's a lot of fluff and angst? And it's quite different than the good and old bread and butter we have already?? Maybe! Maybe! I'm not saying anything,

I LOVE everything about this, every single detail. This is what made me want to write hybrid stories in the first place, it's soo fluffy and warm and arghhh so good.

[15.57] bear hybrid!jongho × reader

⇀ you always knew jongho as this big, buffy, serious guy but soon your whole view of him might change

⇁ I LITERALLY JUST THOUGHT OF THIS WHILE EATING BAGELS ISTG AJSKDDKJS

buy me coffee ?

Jongho has been very sluggish lately and you don't know why. It's actually quite frightening to see.

Usually you'd be greeted with the sight of your roommate working out in the living room. His dumbells that's bigger than the size of your head sits on his side as he do reps of anything and everything. Then he'll stop once you put both of your breakfasts on the table to eat together with you. You really like the arrangement and he's a great roommate.

So imagine your surprise when you woke up one late November to see him nowhere to be found. Initially, you thought that he might just be outside. Maybe he decided to go for a run or something. But soon his bedroom door creaked open and Jongho peeked his head out, "is breakfast ready?" He asked in a very gruff voice, sleep still evident. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, "Jongho, it's 10 am, have you just woken up?" You asked to which he answered by simply nodding his head. Usually, he'd have things to say. Or more like complain about.

And it went on for days, weeks even. With each passing day, he became more sluggish and even rare to see. As an active person, Jongho is usually up and about. If it's not to help his producer raccoon dog hybrid friend, Hongjoong, it was to meet up to do more work out with a samoyed hybrid, Mingi, and a snow fox hybrid, Yeosang, or even just to hang out with his other hybrid friends. He would sometimes be at home but he would rarely be stuck in his room like he's been frequently doing. It made you worried in all honesty.

You knocked on Jongho's door and slowly opened it so as to not surprise him. With your head peeked inside, you called out to him, "Jongho?" and you immediately noticed the lump in his bed moved. "Jongho," you called out again as you stepped into his very neat room and walked carefully to his bedside. The lump (Jongho) moved again and you carefully pulled down his blanket to expose his face. He was trying to open his eyes but they kept closing and the sight of him trying to wake up made you snicker because it honestly looked so adorable, a stark contrast to his usual MANLY man demeanour. "Jongho," you called again one last time and it made Jongho stretch out and slowly sat up, "Yeah?" he finally responded. "Are you okay?" you asked as you knelt down on the side of his bed, "You haven't been yourself in a while and I'm worried... Are you sick?" you asked.

Jongho stared at the wall ahead of him for a bit, seemingly trying to gather his mind and consciousness. He then turned to you and shook his head, "Wha- what are you talking about?" he asked, voice heavy with sleep. "You've been lethargic, not exercising, and you only leave your room to eat and sometimes maybe go to the bathroom. What's going on?" Jongho let your words sink in before he suddenly grinned goofily at you, "You've been watching me?" he teased. You rolled your eyes and push his forehead with your finger lightly, making his head bob a little, "Yes, dumbass because like I said, I'm worried. Should I call a doctor or something? Or... a vet?" you cringed at your own words. It was obvious that you don't know much about hybrids and it showed.

Suddenly, a soft, wide grin broke on Jongho's face, accompanied by a giggle, the first ever giggle from Jongho you've ever heard. You pouted and smacked him gently on his chest, "Hey, don't laugh at me!" you whined. Jongho shook his head as his laughter dissipates, "Sorry, sorry, I forgot that you're not a hybrid." You raised an eyebrow in confusion, "What do you mean you forgot that I'm not a hybrid?" Jongho mimicked your expression and answered matter-of-factly, "Have you seen the way you eat when you're feeling comfortable? You eat like an animal," he said before bursting into another fit of laughter. You pouted and smacked his arm but he didn't stop laughing. Luckily his laughter slowed down and once his laughter subsides, he cleared his throat and stared straight at you, "I'm in hibernation, (y/n)," and your brain immediately clicked, your mouth dropped to an 'o' shape as you nodded in understanding. "I only hibernate for a month and it happens between the cold months so like late November to February. This time I guess my hibernation just came early," he explained. Everything made sense then and there and your worry almost immediately goes away, "Okay, that's good to know, at least you're alright and now that I know what's going on, I can know when to actually worry," you grinned and then reached a hand to pat Jongho on his head, "Now you go back to you hibernap, I'll wake you up for dinner?" As if on cue, Jongho's eyes drooped when he heard you say 'nap' and he simply nodded with a thumbs up

For some reason, you felt the need to tuck him in bed. Maybe in his hibernation state, Jongho seems more like a bear cub than an adult bear, but you just felt like doing things to help him. Once you made sure he was back to sleep, you set off to slip away from his room. But suddenly Jongho spoke out just as you thought he had gone back to slumberland. "Mm can't sleep without kissy," he mumbled. You halted in your steps and snapped your head towards him in utter shock. "Excuse me?" you choked out but Jongho simply reached a hand out from his blanket and made a grabby motion, "Kissy," he muttered. Though unsure, you walked back to him and carefully leaned down to hesitantly kiss Jongho on the side of his head and of course, his hair smells good. You'd think it'd be something manly like musk but it's definitely coconut. Jongho sighed in contentment before he started snoring away and with that, you realized that you might like hibernating Jongho a little better than regular Jongho. Sure, regular Jongho kills bugs and lifts heavy stuff, but hibernating Jongho is a baby that you just want to coddle.

After knowing that Jongho was in hibernation, you were able to function better. Both you and Jongho found a rhythm and a schedule to function with each other. You felt more comfortable as well knowing that you can cook at certain times and Jongho would come out soon, you know that Jongho would still come out with you to get groceries on Wednesdays and help you put things away before taking a nap, and you know that although Jongho was hibernating, there would be days where he would just sit in front of the tv in the living room with a blanket around him for hours and it's okay for you to join in on him and he'd be glad for you to do so.

Your favourite moment came on one rainy night. You had just eaten dinner with Jongho and chatted for a bit, then he washed the dishes as you wash up before retreating to his room. It was colder than usual but you really liked how the ambience turned out. So you were in the living room, an afghan on your lap and a book in your hand (as a prop just to justify your need to reenact a Pinterest "cold weather day" mood board), as the hot cocoa you made rested on the side table, steam visible. The door to Jongho's room opened, catching you by surprise and he came out with a pout on his face. Sleep still evident on his face (aka the red streaks on one side of his cheek) and his zoning gaze. The cream-coloured hoodie he wore and grey sweatpants made him look so fluffy and you knew that if it came down to it, you can squish his cheeks and make cooing noises and the worst thing he could do is whine at you. "Hey, why are you up?" you asked but he just shrugged as he trodded over to you. You sat up straight to look at his face as he just stood there, zoned out, "I thought you were gonna sleep?" you tried asking again.

Much to your surprise, Jongho suddenly laid down on top of you, his body slotted between your legs with his hands limp on your sides, and his head comfortably on your chest. You froze with your hands up in the air, not knowing what just happened or what to do. You could only stare at Jongho with much confusion, waiting for him to do something. Anything. But he simply remained unresponsive, he had even started to snore a little. Slowly, your body relaxed, getting used to the feeling (and the reality) that Jongho was feeling so comfortable on top of you that he has completely drifted off. The more you looked at him, the harder it gets to try to suppress your grin. You couldn't help it anymore and let your hand move on their own accord. With one hand gently caressing his back and your other hand card through his hair as you softly hum a random tune that popped in your head. It resulted in Jongho letting out what you can only recognize as a satisfied rumble from inside of him and you had to hold in a squeak at how adorable he is and you rush to take a picture of him in that position as quietly as you can.

He's not gonna like this when he's done with his hibernation but you're DEFINITELY going to be sharing your experience with his hibernation and behaviour in GREAT detail with him. And his friends. And there's a chance you're going to have proof of the claims you made. But this one? You're going to keep for yourself.

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THE 'U' IN 'US' - AN ATEEZ SERIES - THE INTRO

Summary: You weren't really the lonely girl™ of campus, but it does feel like it when you look around, and there's no one by your side when everyone else are talking and whispering between each other. You did have "friends", more like "group projet friends" that you managed to get for yourself, but they were the ones that were real close, you were there only when they had an extra empty seat. But it seems like the gods above took your nonchalant facade as a challenge. Oh, you don't think you need friends to survive through college? Bet.

Pairing: Non! idol OT8 ateez x reader (platonic)

Tags: college! au; hybrid! au; ateez! au; fluff (a whole lot of fluff and wholesomeness); angst; hurt/comfort; mentions of loneliness and insecurities; mentions of hybrid mistreatment and abuse

WC: 420 words

N/A: I'll be writing the first three chapters next week, and then I'll be posting it once in two or three weeks!

If anyone it's interested in being tagged, let me know!

X MASTERLIST ZERO

Ateez Masterlist

You took a deep breath as you notice people naturally siting together at the cafeteria in slow waves. Even if you had courage to walk up to any of them, you knew you didn’t belong, and they would realize soon enough too. And you can be a lot of things, but proud is right up there at number one.

You didn’t have anyone, you weren’t anyone’s priority, but you would rather die than let that show. So you do what you always did, let the headphones build the illusion that you chose to be unavailable.

You ate at your own pace, half embarrassed at the thought someone would see you eating, half annoyed at yourself for caring so much still.

You were so stuck in your bubble and silly TikTok videos that you didn’t notice the sudden chaos that ensued after the doors opened wide, nor when that boy walked up to you.

His shoes by the side of your table was the first thing you saw. Then his long ass legs as your eyes trailed up his body until you found his eye smile and red ears. He had two set of golden caramel ears on top of his blonde hair.

Why this dude was smiling at me like won the lottery?

“Can I sit here?”, you read his lips, then slowly took off your headphone.

What kind of sick joke from the universe is this?

It wasn’t a joke, and it didn’t even start yet, you quickly realized as seven other boys walked up to your table.

“Can we sit here?”, a tall boy with a deep voice asked as he leaned over the shoulder of another one, a slightly smaller, yet muscular one with a cute smile and black hair. Both of them had tails waving slowly behind their bodies, but no ears in sight.

“Do I know you?”, you scanned their faces one by one, until you found his yellow tinted brown eyes again.

Somehow they seemed familiar, some had tails, others ears and only one seemed like you, a 100% human. But where the fuck did you meet them before?

“Don’t you remember us?”, one of the shorter ones with brown hair, the one who looked human asked, but he didn’t seem sad about that fact, he was smiling just as much as the others.

What did you do to make life give you a brand-new group of friends, you didn’t know… yet.

I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT

I literally came up with those hybrid laws and I was so angry myself like let them be??? Why is that so hard?? But don't you worry because the next chapter is going to be really interesting 👀👀

Also Mingi being the sunshine and Yunho being the sunshine protector <3 doesn't the world feels right all of the sudden? More of them coming soon!!

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THE "U" IN "US" - AN ATEEZ SERIES - CHAPTER ONE

Summary: You weren't really the lonely girl™ of campus, but it does feel like it when you look around, and there's no one by your side when everyone else are talking and whispering between each other. You did have "friends", more like "group projet friends" that you managed to get for yourself, but they were the ones that were real close, you were there only when they had an extra empty seat. But it seems like the gods above took your nonchalant facade as a challenge. Oh, you don't think you need friends to survive through college? Bet.

Pairing: Non! idol OT8 ateez x reader (platonic)

Tags: college! au; hybrid! au; ateez! au; fluff (a whole lot of fluff and wholesomeness); angst; hurt/comfort; mentions of mistreatment and abuse.

WC: 2,2k

Ateez Masterlist

“… project, how come you did not come to see it? Did you know that you’re walking with…”, Wooyoung was talking your ears off about his dance major while the nine of you walked out of the cafeteria, both of his hands around your right elbow as he walked with a skip on his steps.

It was an adorable sight if San was being honest with himself, but he was too afraid of being only a house of cards to enjoy the moment. He could only hear his own nervous heart and anxious thoughts. Usually, walking alongside of a hybrid could only be two things for a human: a burden or a prize, but he never felt like any of those things around you. Which made everything worse.

It’s been almost two hours and the right time never came. San felt his throat closing around the words anytime he brought himself to say it. He felt bad. Yes, he missed you and yes, you did so much for all of them, but if they didn’t have a clear goal in mind, he doubted he’d talk to you again. You reminded him of the old days when he needed you. Once again, he needs you, but he wished he didn’t.

I’m so fucking selfish, his brain kept telling him. He hated that he was there to only ask for a favor without anything to give in return, as if he’d have anything you already don’t.

“San?”, your voice woke him to the conversation again.

The moment he looked around, he noticed how you already were near the entrance of campus. His pack was also expecting an answer from him. They knew why he got so distracted all of a sudden, they could feel how heavy his heart was and could only imagine the thoughts running through his head.

“Sorry”, he forced a genuine smile and you waved it off his apology. “What did you say?”

“What are you thinking about? You seem a little lost in there”. Once again you give them an opportunity to tell you whatever they wanted to.

San’s mind froze. It was the perfect time, he could just ask then and there. What if you said no? What if you hate us for taking your time for nothing? What are we going to do then? Where are we going to go?

It was your turn to force a smile, they changed the topic anytime you got close to ask what they actually wanted. It was cute when they insisted the first time they just wanted to know how you were doing, so you let it go. But they seemed more anxious as the time went on, if Wooyoung’s nails extending and retreating rubbing against your arm was anything to go by.

“Can I help you guys with anything?”, their expressions were the answers that you needed to know. “What it is? Why don’t you just tell me?”

“We don’t want to bother you”, Yeosang said so fast you barely understood it. “We only, w-we…”, he sluttered as everyone eyes fell on him.

“We were going to find a way ourselves, but then we saw you and you are the only human we can trust to ask this”, Jongho interrupted, taking all the attention to himself and Yeosang hid behind him.

You nodded along, getting a little nervous yourself. If it was money it would be fine, but they seemed so tense you thought they got into some serious legal trouble and you were far from being a lawyer.

“Do you happen to know a safe place for us to stay?”, Hongjoong said the final words.

It was a strange sight to see Hongjoong being so indirect, so shy about something that he wanted, that was the last thing you expected from him for something so small to you.

But it wasn’t small for them.

As the seconds passed, the more anxious they seemed to get. Wooyoung couldn’t look at you, although he was still attached to you by the hip. The floor seemed much more interesting to him.

“I think I do, but Mingi mentioned an apartment, did something happen?”, you asked and everyone glared at Mingi in a subtle way.

It was clear Mingi himself didn’t remember to mention it. He had a silence discussion with them through his eyes only. The apartment was a sensitive topic and nobody else was supposed to know.

“It’s nothing you can do”, Seonghwa said after a long sigh. “Some nosy bitch found out that all of us lived there”.

“What’s the problem with that?”

“Only half of us are free hybrids”, Yunho informed as he crossed his arms in front of his body. Out of instinct he shrunk into himself because of those words.

“Oh, fucking stupid law”, you said the words in your mind and that earned you a couple of smiles from them. “A safe place, huh? Like a hybrid facility but better?”

Yunho scoffed at those two words, but agreed nonetheless. “Better would be great”.

But even the facilities were shutting down one by one, thanks to the years and years of protests against the mistreatment and down right abuse from those institutions. To find something better than wouldn’t be easy.

“I have my own place, but I can try to find something better in the meantime”.

They seemed lost in thought, then looked at each other. The silent conversation between them showed you a bit of the true connection they had. It made you a bit uncomfortable all of sudden, like you shouldn’t be witnessing whatever was happening in front of your eyes.

If San seemed uncomfortable in your presence before, now it was clear to you the reason wasn’t because he said he missed you, but because of this whole situation. It also brought you some flashbacks and it made sense that he hadn’t looked your way in the past half hour or so.

“You guys can think, how much time do you have until you have to leave?”

“Not a lot, but can I have your phone number?”, Hongjoong took a step further with his own phone in hand. “I’ll let you know if we took upon that offer”.

“And I’ll let you know if I find something else, so send me a quick message, okay?”, you got another smile out of them and took it as a small victory.

“Thank you so so much”, Wooyoung said as he rubbed the marks he accidentally made on your skin before pulling away from you.

It then downed on you his tail was around your waist this whole time like a warm blanket protecting your skin from the wind and you only noticed it when it left your body. It didn’t cross your mind how strange it was when he got so attentive and clingy the moment he had an opportunity for it.

Did that fox just used his seductive skills to win you over?, you thought as you tried to keep a poker face.

To his credit, Wooyoung didn’t plan to do anything of that sort. He was only being himself, at least 99% of himself with only 1% of boldness he usually hadn’t in him. He felt like he did a walk of shame back to his pack, because, of course, they noticed. Sure, he knew he didn’t need to do that to you, but in the back of his mind he knew that was the only way to get into someone’s good side and they needed to be in your good side.

Wooyoung only took a deep breath when he felt the comforting hands of San rubbing his back. At least San wasn’t judging him.

You thought he was cute. Really, all of them would always be kind of adorable in your head and you weren’t mad at him or anything. But the fact he thought he had to do that with you was disheartening. Now you had another hybrid avoiding your gaze.

“Which side are you guys going to?”, you broke the awkward and full of unspoken emotions silence.

Jongho took that bait as a sign and pointed to his left with his left thumb.

“I’m heading the other way, I hope we see each other soon”.

It was a lie, your home was the same exact direction, but you took the long way around it.

San could say he never had a silent way back home such as this, but there was no home to come back to.

He didn’t need to look at the others to know how they were feeling. There was hope, frustration and anger hanging in the air, still nobody dared to be the one to say those words.

Hongjoong was the most frustrated one. Nothing went as planned, since they didn’t even planned to reach out to you in the first place. At least not now, but time never was on their side just like every other fucking thing. It was Mingi’s idea to go into the cafeteria and if you were there, they would go talk to you. What were the actual fucking chances you were there?

He walked in front of everyone else without a new plan yet, which was pissing him off further. His head was too heavy for his shoulders, but he needed to find a roof for his pack, so he couldn’t complain about it.

Mingi and Yunho were the last ones in line on purpose.

Yunho was a ticking bomb, he could keep the smile on his face as long as he wanted, but Mingi knew better. Yunho always thought this pride thing was kind of ridiculous in this situation. He was the first to agree to Mingi’s plan and the one who encouraged everyone else to at least try to find you, because there was not another alternative. Why was that so hard to understand? This could easier than the mess they created it.

And Yeosang was trying so so hard to conceal the hope that everyone would be ok in your house and would be able to figure it out from there. He understood why the others were hesitant, freedom wasn’t a joke for hybrids like them, who hadn’t any for so long. But at the same time you wouldn’t abuse your powers as owner of the house and only human, he would loose faith in humanity if you were like that after all he went through.

Everything was aligned for a fight to happen at any minute and San was more anxious than ever. It came out in ways off of him, Wooyoung, who was by his side, could actually feel it penetrating his own skin and therefore making himself anxious.

“Stop!”, Wooyoung yelled and all of them paralyzed in the middle of the sidewalk. He took a deep breath as a couple glared at them before bumping into Mingi. Jongho held Yunho’s arm before he could give them a piece of his mind. They can not afford to grab this much attention on the streets. “Fuck, guys, stop , let’s just… there”, Wooyoung pointed to an empty alley.

Wooyoung did little to explain himself as he walked away.

“You can’t just do shit like this in the middle of the road”, Hongjoong angry whispered to Wooyoung, barely able to contain himself as he was the first to follow him.

“I know, I know and I’m sorry”, he whispered back as he disappeared in the shadows and the others followed suit.

“I do no-”

“Does anyone have a better plan?”, Wooyoung interrupts Seonghwa without noticing it. “Because I don’t think anyone does and we’ll be out here until they throw us into jail, is that better than to just accept some help?”

“We can at least try”, among the whispers, San’s voice was the softest. “We did it once, didn’t we?”

“We are trying and where is that taking us, Sannie?”, Wooyoung’s voice sounded as tired of that topic as he felt dirty from the lack of shower for the 2nd day in a row. “We came back to level zero and we even lost all of the progress for Yunho’s case”.

At the mention of that topic, Yunho turned around to face the wall.

“Guys, we have to leave right now”, Seonghwa said as he looked over his shoulders. “Now, come on, we have to go”, Seonghwa pushed Mingi and Jongho to move first.

The two of them started with small steps looking for what Seonghwa saw, then they noticed the weird white dude talking on the phone on the other side of the road. The whispered words reached their twitching hybrid ears. It was something about safety laws and … hybrid security.

They ran.

Jongho didn’t know where he was going, but he found himself guiding them through neighborhood after neighborhood. Unfortunately it was hard to be discreet when there was nine hybrids running in broad daylight and as time passed, they got more and more attention from humans.

Their ears up in their heads, waiting for the first sign of sirens to come, because they always did if any stray hybrid was out in the open by 5.

Then, Jongho suddenly made a turn when he caught a familiar scent. The others were too busy to noticed the change in route. Instead of the nation park, now there were headed to the outskirts of the small residential area.

When they all noticed, it was too late.

They were in front of your house.

And the siren let them know it was well past 5.

ZERO MASTERLIST TWO

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THE U IN US - ATEEZ SERIES - CHAPTER TWO

Summary: You weren't really the lonely girl™ of campus, but it does feel like it when you look around, and there's no one by your side when everyone else are talking and whispering between each other. You did have "friends", more like "group projet friends" that you managed to get for yourself, but they were the ones that were real close, you were there only when they had an extra empty seat. But it seems like the gods above took your nonchalant facade as a challenge. Oh, you don't think you need friends to survive through college? Bet.

Pairing: Non! idol OT8 ateez x reader (platonic)

Tags: college! au; hybrid! au; ateez! au; fluff (a whole lot of fluff and wholesomeness); angst; hurt/comfort; mentions of loneliness and insecurities; mentions of hybrid mistreatment and abuse

WC: 2,4k

N/A: Do we have some plot? Yes we do!! I'm excited to hear you guys thoughts. If you enjoyed this, don't forget to reblog so my work can reach more people <3

ONE MASTERLIST THREE

Ateez Masterlist

In your neighborhood, most residents were 60 something that complained about any noise after 5 p.m. so they heard the sirens miles away and the commotion was set even before you saw 9 guys running straight to your house.

You froze, standing still by the window for a moment or two. You just got into the house, and you were sure you said send a text, which you were waiting for the whole way home, but you got nothing. The moment they stopped to breath was the one where your legs seemed to function again.

You opened the door wide and gestured for them to come in and to do it fast.

In front of all of your nosy neighbors, they got into your house for the first time.

You saw the relief in their faces as each one of them walked in and let their shoes by the door. You noticed the sweat in their foreheads and how much they were hyperventilating, how could you not? They looked like they just ran a marathon, and you didn’t doubt it, considering how fast they reach your house, almost as fast as you did.

“How about a cup of water”, you heard the streams of thank you’s as you went to the kitchen.

You never had to use that many before and would never have bought it if it depended solely on your social circle. For the first time, you thanked your parents for hosting so much when you’re younger and just wanted to watch some TV in the living room.

It was when you took the third glass cup out of the cabinet, you noticed they were silent. There were no footsteps sounds, no voices talking, no nothing.

“Come on, there’s no need for that in here”, you said in the same calm and low voice tone.

Hongjoong cleaned his throat and did his best to pretend he wasn’t that embarrassed by your call-out. He searched the whole space without moving a muscle, he found nothing near threatening as he thought, but out of instinct he stood there as he looked out for them and out of instinct the rest of them waited for a sign to actually rest and let their guard down in that new environment.

The moment Hongjoong waved lightly with his right hand, it was a domino effect. Mingi sank to the floor as he took a deep breath. Yeosang leaned on the floor to collect his own thoughts. San and Wooyoung, hand-in-hand, slowly roamed through the huge living room, but not as big as the one they once they called home and hell in the same breath.

Yunho and Jongho followed you to the kitchen as Seonghwa rubbed Hongjoong’s left shoulder, then made him walk to the others.

“I’ll help you with those”, Yunho said, then took three full cups with both his hands as if that was his second nature. His eyes were gentle as he looked at you for those couple of seconds, the words ‘thank you’ weren’t needed to send the message.

Jongho leaned against the wall as he waited for you to fill the rest. “Thank you for taking us in, and sorry for the trouble”, he said it while his head looked down to your carpet.

“This wasn’t trouble, I should’ve known none of you is the kind to send a ‘hey, help me’ text”, both of you giggled together at that. “Aren’t you tired, too?”, you glanced at him before putting down the last glass cup on the counter.

He was holding himself together well if he was just pretending in front of you.

“I stretched before going to campus, guess it gave me some results today”, he shrugged, a small smile on his face as he took other three cups.

Before you could help with the last two, Yunho swiftly took it off of your hands and lead you the way out back to the living room.

“So”, you said as they chugged down the water and were comfy on the couches and armchairs, at least for that moment. “Is there something I should know for when the police comes?”, the words caused some wide eyes and nervous looks from Mingi and Seonghwa. “I kind of have a plan, I’ll get them off our backs for now, but I need to know I won’t be caught in a lie”.

“Hm, there’s not much to know, we kept our distance from them for years now, beside the thing with the apartment”, Seonghwa said as his tail moved left and right even when he tried to stop it.

“Can they prove all of you lived there?”

“No”, Hongjoong answered it fast.

You smiled because, of course, he destroyed everything before they ran out of there.

“That’s good enough for me”, you took a deep breath. “If any of you ever got questioned, you are under the hybrid protective services of my dad, Mr. Lee, just give them this name and wait for me whatever situation may be and for the record, you’re staying here under law protection, everyone on the same page?”

“Yes, but is that even real? Are they going to leave it alone?”, Jongho asked.

Hongjoong and San were the most unsure ones with this plan, trying to form a backup plan already if shit went down, and they needed to go on the run.

“It is, but I need a lot of paperwork to prove it, lucky us these people are underpaid and understaffed, when did they actually do more than needed of them, right?”

Right there, you made a good point. They could always count with the low effort and incompetent policemen, but usually that made everything worse for them. To make that a benefit would be a welcomed first.

“Any more questions?”, you felt stupid acting like a teacher to those hybrids, but if anyone found a hole in this story, the pleasure of ruining your lives could be bigger than fatigue, there was no doubt in it.

They shook their heads’ no.

“Good, I have four bathrooms so be my guest, all of you can take a shower, and I’ll order some food for us, okay?”

“Oh, thank goodness”, Wooyoung got up as soon as you finished. “So where’s the dir- ow, that hurts”, he whined as he caressed his left forearm up and down.

San gave you an embarrassed yellow smile and then went back to avoiding your gaze once again.

“Basement first door of the corridor, downstairs second door to the right, upstairs second door and the right door on the last bedroom”, you showed with your hands as you gave the directions. “It would be politer to give you all a house tour, but you’re not any common guests so wander as much as you like to, I really don’t think you’re going to be lost with those good noses of yours”.

Now, not even San could hold back a genuine smile.

“That is it, I’ll bring some clothes now go, go”, you gestured for them to hurry.

You seemed pretty confident in yourself and if they noticed the facade, nobody said anything. You did not mention on purpose how much you counted with the respect of your father’s name and reputation, which was quite a lot, but you’re confident on your lying skills, since you spent years of your teenage years polishing it.

As they went their separate ways, filling the empty shell of your house, you felt warmth as a quick thought crossed through your head, but you let it go as fast as it came.

You felt breathless as you rummaged through your father’s closet. You found some peace in that dusty room as your mind started to catch up with everything you did and said and the possible implications of it all. There are 9 hybrids in the house now, and you put your neck in line for them without much thought like always. You have always been the act first, worry next kind of person, but it’s the first time the full responsibility would fall on your lap if the plan went south.

“This would have to do it for now”, you said as you looked at the heavy pile in your arms.

It occurred to you that you needed to clean this mess at some point, he left too many clothes behind for you to pretend like he cares for them.

Maybe I could make a good walk-in closet for them with this space.

You could, but as of now, you had to run to give them all the clothes and get the food, so that plan was off of your mind again.

They still didn’t come to the living room when the doorbell rang, not once, not twice.

You ran to the door, suddenly nervous about the amount of lies you were about to spill.

“Hello, how can I help you?”, you forced a smile as soon as you saw the uniformed man standing there, thank goddess one you didn’t know.

“Well, hello Miss, one of your neighbors told us nine hybrids invaded your home… Is that true? You seem uninjured”, he was calm as someone who was ready to break down a door would be.

Behind the man, you saw other five of them holding guns ready to step in as back up. Since when were they allowed to carry guns? You focused your attention on the man in front of you again.

“They didn’t invade, I’m sure this is a misunderstood, do you know my father chief of the hybrid protection department Mr. Lee?”, the flash of recognition softened his featured and he nodded. “We found them, and we took them over to be under law protection here until we have a good home for them, it’s been tough with the hybrid facilities closing recently”, you said it with an unspoken sadness you didn’t feel over that at all, but he nodded along with you.

“Yeah, I heard they are going to go after the fight clubs too, so no more show for us, I guess”, he said it like it was just a silly comment and his whole demeanor was different all of a sudden. The man was young, but to lean on your door like a love interesting out of a romcom still made you want to throw up.

“Oh”, it was the best you could say, because you couldn’t make yourself agree to that. “Right, so are in the clear? I mean if you want to you can talk to my father bu-”

“No, no, there’s no need, this is not the first time he became the hero for some mut-”

“Have a good day, mister”, you closed the door onto his face and your smile faded.

This was supposed to feel like a win, but it didn’t. They heard every single word and you knew it. You were only acting and they knew it too. Still, the whole thing made you want to disappear.

There was no movement in the house.

If Hongjoong couldn’t hear their hearts, he would be worried. It was him and Seonghwa at your basement and both weren’t in the mood to talk since they arrived at the house for different reasons. Hongjoong had this habit of being lost on his own worries and what if’s, Seonghwa did his best to pull him out but, still unsuccessful until he smelled the officer scent.

People like that really made Hongjoong’s blood boil, the ones who are there only for the status the position gave, but who also took full advantage of the fuck-up system they were supposed to rebuild. He’d rather a cruel officer than a hypocrite one, at least the cruel one he knew what to expect of.

“Hey, he’s nothing about another one we dealt with”, Seonghwa grabbed Hongjoong’s arm, his nails grew on length, which was never a good sign. “Com’on, it’s your turn, the water is still warm so don’t take too long”, he said as he pushed the other into the bathroom and closed the door.

Wooyoung sat on the floor of your room as San pretended to take his shower. The words were ringing on their ears. ‘They are going to go after the fight clubs too’, he said. The water kept running, but he knew San was as distraught as he was.

Wooyoung didn’t hear the door opening, but he felt Jongho’s arm taking him off the ground and shielding him from his own thoughts.

“If they do go after him one day, I’ll make sure he doesn’t get to you, to you both”.

San could only feel a sense of gratitude because even if he hated he wasn’t the one reassuring the both, he was thankful that one was Jongho.

Yunho and Mingi came to collect Yeosang out of there, it was getting painful to stand outside waiting for the timing to come in, so the three of them inside could have their alone moment for a longer while. They were also the first ones who sat by you on the couch and ate first, since the food had already arrived by then.

You didn’t know what to say and they didn’t feel the need to say anything, but as much as you tried to act natural, they could feel your side eyes.

“It’s ok”, Yunho whispered to you and he wished he could comfort you they way he can with his pack, but you couldn’t feel the waves of serene energy around the room. “Your plan was flawless, wasn’t it? He acted like a piece of shit, there’s no surprise in that”.

But you did felt better, because he implied you weren’t part of that category and to know he still keep separate of them was enough for you.

“Can you take those to them?”, you asked Yunho while gesturing to the two other closed bags on the coffee table. “Also can you two discuss with them the bedroom arrangements you guys want and let me know, please? Again, look around if you need to, mine is the green one, I’ll be there if you need anything”.

They did as you said, Jongho went downstairs and you followed Yunho upstairs.

The moment your back touched the soft texture of your blanket, you felt asleep.

“We shouldn’t be doing this”, Yunho said it more to himself than Hongjoong, who was looking over every corner of the room.

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THE U IN US - ATEEZ SERIES - CHAPTER THREE

Summary: You weren't really the lonely girl™ of campus, but it does feel like it when you look around, and there's no one by your side when everyone else are talking and whispering between each other. You did have "friends", more like "group projet friends" that you managed to get for yourself, but they were the ones that were real close, you were there only when they had an extra empty seat. But it seems like the gods above took your nonchalant facade as a challenge. Oh, you don't think you need friends to survive through college? Bet.

Pairing: Non! idol OT8 ateez x reader (platonic)

Tags: college! au; hybrid! au; ateez! au; fluff (a whole lot of fluff and wholesomeness); angst; hurt/comfort; mentions of loneliness and insecurities; mentions of hybrid mistreatment and abuse

WC: 3,4k

N/A: It's finally here and a thousand words longer than the previous chapter! Please reblog my work and let me know if you want to he tagged in the next chapter <3

TWO MASTERLIST FOUR

You were always an early riser. The sun was breaking its first lights on the horizon as you got ready for the day, but there wasn’t a single bone of excitement in you.

Your room reflected the mask you were trying hard to wear early in the morning, spotless and perfectly organized, that was until anyone noticed how messy your bed still was.

You feel asleep early for any college major, but somehow slept a total of 4 hours only. None of them knocked on your door, and you didn’t hear a single peep or saw any lights on from your own slightly open door. They were capable of managing themselves well, you knew that, so you closed the door and were left to your own thoughts for the rest of the night.

Your brain wouldn’t stop running to all the things you needed to do while waiting for a more appropriate hour of the day to actually do them. It was a suffocating feeling, and you hated to feel so impotent. So you cleaned everything you came across at 12 A.M. trying to be as quiet as possible, too restless and tired of all the toss and turn you did already.

You walked out of your room, and it was almost like every single worry you had all night was just in your head. The cop, the plan, your father, they’re now living with you, the shopping you need to do, the paperwork you have to get, their legal documents you have to find wasn’t splashed on the beige walls and the cold porcelain of the floor, so maybe you could just ignore it before your coffee.

“Good morning”, Seonghwa said as you reached the 3/4 of the stairs, now sure that you could see him on the couch and he wouldn’t scare you. Still, he did notice how you grabbed harder on the handrail and had a hard time trying not to smile, but his ears twitching could give him away. “I’m sorry”.

“It’s ok”, you chuckled. “Have you been up for a while?”, you asked as you reached the bottom of the stairs.

“No”, he looked over to the windows, the sunrise clear on the horizon. “I did not even notice how early it was until I came up here”.

It was partly true, there were no windows on the basement area, instead a huge glass door that lead to the pool on the other end of the corridor. He did not see the sun rising and did not take notice of the time, he just did not sleep at all.

“Want some coffee?”, you said as you went around the living room to the kitchen.

“Sure, thank you”, he said, but made no moves to follow you.

Seonghwa was enjoying the quiet to put his thoughts in order, something he couldn’t do lately. The last week took a toll on the whole pack to the point their scents changed a little due to stress. Nothing was planned and neither him nor Hongjoong wanted to put their trust and safety solely on your words.

Your presence on itself was something he couldn’t decide how he felt about it yet. It was annoying how submissive and fake most of them got in your presence, including Jongho, which was a shocking sight back on campus. It was in Seonghwa’s nature to be attentive and caring towards others, he was aware of it, but he only offers that to his pack and pack only. There were no humans left that are worthy of that, Jongho himself said to him once. Yeah, he saw you before. All of them ended up on the hybrid protection department at least twice until now. You were just a human child bored out of your mind. What’s so special about it?

“Here it is”, you left the mug on top of the coffee table, eye smiled at him and then left.

Seonghwa was paralyzed on his spot. He did not hear your steps nor your closeness to him. Now the only thing he could hear was his own-scared heart.

There was a dark cloud on top of Seonghwa’s head, so you give him his coffee quick and left him alone on the couch.

Now, you had at least a whole hour until you had to leave to take the subway. It was enough time to make a small breakfast for yourself and revise your notes for today, but not to make a decent meal for 9 freaking people.

You went to grab your coat near the entrance, even though in less than an hour it would be boiling hot outside.

“Can you tell the other boys I’m grabbing food for us?”, you raised your voice as you looked over Seonghwa, at least 10 feet away, still on the same spot as you left him starting at the wall.

He winced because of your loud tone, and you signed, now aware of your mistake.

“It won’t take long, sorry”, you just left, it felt like the best thing to do.

Perfect, you said to yourself.

Perfect, Seonghwa said to himself.

He knew some of the others could mess up this new arrangement out of guilt for searching around your father’s office, but he couldn’t let it happen.

Yunho was the first to walk downstairs, the both of them needed to have a little chat.

You could only hear the click and clack of the cutlery hitting the porcelain plates. For a table with 9 people, it was quieter than when you eat on your own.

The house was always just that, a house, a balance between a safe place for you to rest in and someone else’s property that you had no control over, but never you felt so uncomfortable in it.

The night before you noticed how proper Yunho and Jongho were, but now, looking at all of them, it seemed forced. It was, because it was. Of course, they were trained to be.

“You are really serious about food, aren’t you?”, you couldn’t take the silence anymore.

Most of them nodded, a small chuckle giving a little bit of life to the table. It was true, call hybrid instincts or whatever, but they meant business when it came to food, but they knew very well there was more than that to the atmosphere in the room, and it was best for you to stay unaware of it.

“It’s just that good”, Mingi said suddenly, as he took another bite of the fresh croissant. “Melting on my mouth”, he mumbled more to himself than anything, still a little shocked at how good it was.

Your neighbors glaring at you as you left with four filled bags out of the small bakery three blocks away was worth it.

“You should have it as a sandwich later”, you said, more than happy to have an actual conversation.

Mingi wanted to hear all about your best recommendations, while San, Yunho and Hongjoong had a staring contest.

Wooyoung, San and Yeosang, a trio you never imagined would work well together, but somehow it did.

On the way to university, you found out, actually, the three of them were dance majors, not just Wooyoung. To your surprise, Yeosang did most of the talking for them this time.

In all honesty, Yeosang just wanted to hide in a hole and disappear. Never in his life he thought he’d want Wooyoung to talk more or that he would wait for a miracle, but at that moment, he caught himself doing both.

Every single loud noise made him jump out of his skin, from the sound of the rails to the loud people talking on the phone. It was all too much all at once. Your attention on him and him only was new, his face was all red, and he couldn’t look into your eyes. His hands hugged his bag against his own chest, but the weight wasn’t enough. If it wasn’t for two hands on his thighs, a clear sign of protection and sureness, he wouldn’t be talking at all.

Bless your heart, you gave every bit of encouragement and reaction to every thing he said, but it was not helping.

“S-so, we were trai-”, Yeosang already small voice was interrupted by the announcement of the next station. The doors closed, and you held tighter onto the pole as it started to move again.

“Training for what?”, you asked as you did your best to maintain the space between you and San’s body.

“There is a performance at the end of the year”, Wooyoung said it, faster than Yeosang could think.

“That’s so cool, so there’s a date already?”

She thinks am I cool? It was unconscious how all of them perked up at the compliment. Wooyoung tail seemed like it had a mind of his own, swaying left to right. Yeosang turned even more red in the face, his fluffy gray ear covering the sides of his face as he recoiled between the two bodies on each side of him. San cleaned his throat as he looked the other way, he was not comfortable with how much he enjoyed it hearing such a small compliment from you.

Yeosang was a few beats late when he noticed you were still waiting for an answer.

“Oh, hum, no, I d-do not think so, right?”, he looked over to the other boys, who agreed.

“We’ll let you know so you can come see us”, Wooyoung said as he rubbed Yeosang’s back slowly.

“I’d love that, thank you, but are you sure it’s okay for me to come?”, you asked him, then glanced at San, who was already looking at you.

“We want you to come”, San said.

He said a ‘we’, when you were looking for an ‘I’.

It was a painful and awkward silent the rest of the way, until the three of you could breathe again.

“It’s not here”, Seonghwa said a second time since coming back to your father’s office.

He was already tired due to a sleepless night, now he had to spend all his energy to look for papers that weren’t even there.

“Then look again, it has to be here somewhere”, Hongjoong was loosing all his patience as he analyzed every single paper they found left on his desk.

Seonghwa took a deep breath. Hongjoong was being unreasonable, all of them already knew that, including Hongjoong himself.

“You know there’s no reason for why he would leave that behind, and it’s clear he hasn’t been here in a good while, so why are we doing this again?”, Seonghwa put the old box down on the table, all of it was useless anyway.

“This might be the only lead we get, do you just want to give up on him?”, the last two words barely a whisper as Hongjoong took a step closer to Seonghwa, the papers left scarred inside the drawer.

Both of them did not want Yunho, Mingi or Jongho to hear what was going on up there.

Standing so close to each other like this, eye to eye, they could almost touch the emotions swirling in the room. It was frustrating to Hongjoong. They had a goal and a chance, so why would they fail Yunho now? His anger, resentment and fear towards himself more than anything filled the room and suffocated both of them. Seonghwa looked nothing but empathetic and warm and welcoming to Hongjoong’s fears and worries, even when he could only feel the opposite, Hongjoong’s presence almost physically pushing him out.

It took Hongjoong only a moment to give up, which furthered Seonghwa’s worries.

“We’re going to figure it out”, Seonghwa whispered as he kneeled by Hongjoong’s side. He collapsed on the office floor, now holding onto himself. “We always do, don’t we?”

Hongjoong’s eyes seemed unfocused looking down to something on the ground, Seonghwa’s words barely registered in his mind.

When Seonghwa touched his shoulder, Hongjoong looked up to him.

“We always do, don’t we?”

“We do”, he sighed.

Seonghwa wished to say much more at that moment, but Hongjoong in that state would not hear it.

So he only did what he should do, offered a helping hand for Hongjoong to stand once more.

By the end of the day, you did all you could to not go back.

You called Jongho to tell him to get the food delivery when it was close enough to the house. He was surprised, jacket already on hand to buy lunch himself, but it was too late for a polite decline.

The bell rang and you hung up.

You did not come to eat with them, even though you had over two free hours in between classes, but they did not know that and even if they did, would they really call you out on it? It was more comfortable for them that way, so they could be free to behave like they wished to.

You stayed to study on the library after class, which you never did, you rather the comfort and quiet of your room for that, and it was barely 4 p.m.

The list was your salvation to skip dinner. This time, Jongho had time to thank you for the meal in the name of them all.

“It’s not a bother, don’t worry”, you said as you walked out of the second store, bags in hand and the phone tight between your shoulders and left cheek.

“We can cook for ourselves, you know. Don’t you trust us?”, he had that pouting voice through every word, and it took a small smile out of you.

“Of course I do, but you’re my guests and there’s a clear rule, guest don’t do any work around the house, so get used to it”, those words hit him like bricks when you thought it was a string of fresh water.

It was silent on the other side of the line, and you thought the call ended.

“Are you alright?”, his question caught you so off guard, you stopped walking in the middle of the busy street and a woman bumped into you with full force.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”, you smiled to her, but the woman didn’t look back to see your apologetic self.

Your voice was sincere, so Jongho allowed himself to stay calm.

She does not know, she’s not mad at you, he kept repeating to his stupid mind. Of course, you did not know and were not avoiding them on purpose because of it, but he felt his heart heavy still.

“We were just worried, you didn’t say anything so… but you’re safe then?”

“I’m coming soon, alright? Don’t worry about me, I’m just shopping for some stuff I need”, you walked faster, now feeling guilty to left them without a proper warning.

The moment Jongho hung up, the other 7 were waiting for an update. The winter night and the neighborhood made it seem later than it was. It was only 6:28 p.m., but there wasn’t a single soul outside and barely any noticeable noise.

“She’s coming soon”.

Mingi plopped on the couch, relieved. He barely talked to you, yet your presence and actions warmed him, and maybe he was getting too comfortable too fast, but just the thought of you leaving them now made him want to sob.

Yunho sat beside him and Mingi’s gray ears turned to him instinctively, but he had nothing to say. He knew Mingi well enough to know this meant something else to him, it was the possibility of another person abandoning him, and he was ashamed as it was of it. So Yunho did not point it out how that mentality wasn’t good for him at that moment, just offered his arm, that Mingi was elated to accept and cuddle with.

“Do not forget what we talked about today, can you do that Mingi?”, Seonghwa’s toned softened as he talked to him, a bit different from the actual conversation they all had.

Mingi only nodded.

It was a reminder for Yunho and Yeosang as well, no matter how they felt about the topic, they’d do their best to keep the roof on top of their heads.

Before you could grab the keys in your purse, the door suddenly opened.

You watched with your heart on your feet as a yearning Wooyoung took all four bags out of your hands and disappeared inside, too stunned to say anything.

“Uhm, Wooyoung, were you waiting for me?”, you asked as you stepped inside and closed shut the door behind you.

He hummed instead of answering you.

Beside him, there was no one in the living room, and the lack of noises was enough for you to assume they wanted to keep to themselves.

He carefully laid down your bags on the couch, then stood there with a small smile on his face.

“Is there anything else I can do to help you?”, he stood there shy and small in front of you.

The contrast of his behavior from yesterday evening to this gave you whiplash. Is this Wooyoung, or that was Wooyoung? You need to stop trying to figure them out. They carried huge baggage with them, and maybe you’ll never get to see even a small percentage of it, that was clear to you. Still, it is hard to be the one that had to pretend and ignore the elephant in the room.

“Yes, there is actually, but can we talk for a bit first?”

Wooyoung’s tail stopped its course in the air and his smile faltered, he nodded.

Both of you sat slightly turned to each other, but Wooyoung could not hold your stare, so he looked at the painting on the wall instead.

He thought his minds was playing tricks on him, but you seemed much nervous than he was. Your body was screaming to get out of there and run just like his. What could they’ve done for you to be so tense? Surely, you were not scared of him if you weren’t even scared of Hongjoong or San.

You took a deep breath. Your own mind exhausted you the whole evening and night because of this very moment, you were tired of overthinking every single thing they did.

“I just want to make it clear, so we can stop walking on eggshells around each other”, your voice was barely a whisper, still Wooyoung flinched at the reminder of his own confusing behavior towards you, just like San he’s been hot and cold to you for no reason, when you’ve been nothing but nice to him. “I want you and the others to be here, and you do not have to do anything because you feel like you have to please me in return, can you understand that?”

He nodded.

“I am also not mad at you by any means because of yesterday”.

That made him look at you, because you deserved at least that level of respect, even though your face was a bit blurry through his tears. He knew your kindness was undeserving, and he would do anything to compensate for it, no matter what you say.

You wished to hug him, and maybe he read your mind, because a second later, Wooyoung launched himself into your arms.

It was a silent cry at first, you were stunned in place, surprise by the trust and vulnerability he was showing to you, then you heard his sobs and the sound broke your heart, you never heard before and never wanted to hear again.

You held him tight through the soft tears, loud cries and slurred words he muttered under his breath on your shoulder. Even when your arms stared to hurt, he did not let it go, so neither did you.

It was comfortable to be near you like this, for the first time Wooyoung understood why San liked you so much, and that did not leave a bitter taste in his mouth this time. You were warm and kind and really soft, almost better than his favorite blanket.

“Wooyoung”, you broke your little bubble, and he hummed into your neck. “Can you call the others for me, please? I bought some clothes for you all to try on”.

He was perfectly comfortable in that position, leaning into your side and the last thing on his mind was to move away, but the moment he looked at your soft eyes and pretty smile, he got up.

He should not be understanding San in this way.

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THE U IN US - ATEEZ SERIES - CHAPTER THREE

Summary: You weren't really the lonely girl™ of campus, but it does feel like it when you look around, and there's no one by your side when everyone else are talking and whispering between each other. You did have "friends", more like "group projet friends" that you managed to get for yourself, but they were the ones that were real close, you were there only when they had an extra empty seat. But it seems like the gods above took your nonchalant facade as a challenge. Oh, you don't think you need friends to survive through college? Bet.

Pairing: Non! idol OT8 ateez x reader (platonic)

Tags: college! au; hybrid! au; ateez! au; fluff (a whole lot of fluff and wholesomeness); angst; hurt/comfort; mentions of loneliness and insecurities; mentions of hybrid mistreatment and abuse

WC: 3,4k

N/A: It's finally here and a thousand words longer than the previous chapter! Please reblog my work and let me know if you want to he tagged in the next chapter <3

TWO MASTERLIST FOUR

You were always an early riser. The sun was breaking its first lights on the horizon as you got ready for the day, but there wasn’t a single bone of excitement in you.

Your room reflected the mask you were trying hard to wear early in the morning, spotless and perfectly organized, that was until anyone noticed how messy your bed still was.

You feel asleep early for any college major, but somehow slept a total of 4 hours only. None of them knocked on your door, and you didn’t hear a single peep or saw any lights on from your own slightly open door. They were capable of managing themselves well, you knew that, so you closed the door and were left to your own thoughts for the rest of the night.

Your brain wouldn’t stop running to all the things you needed to do while waiting for a more appropriate hour of the day to actually do them. It was a suffocating feeling, and you hated to feel so impotent. So you cleaned everything you came across at 12 A.M. trying to be as quiet as possible, too restless and tired of all the toss and turn you did already.

You walked out of your room, and it was almost like every single worry you had all night was just in your head. The cop, the plan, your father, they’re now living with you, the shopping you need to do, the paperwork you have to get, their legal documents you have to find wasn’t splashed on the beige walls and the cold porcelain of the floor, so maybe you could just ignore it before your coffee.

“Good morning”, Seonghwa said as you reached the 3/4 of the stairs, now sure that you could see him on the couch and he wouldn’t scare you. Still, he did notice how you grabbed harder on the handrail and had a hard time trying not to smile, but his ears twitching could give him away. “I’m sorry”.

“It’s ok”, you chuckled. “Have you been up for a while?”, you asked as you reached the bottom of the stairs.

“No”, he looked over to the windows, the sunrise clear on the horizon. “I did not even notice how early it was until I came up here”.

It was partly true, there were no windows on the basement area, instead a huge glass door that lead to the pool on the other end of the corridor. He did not see the sun rising and did not take notice of the time, he just did not sleep at all.

“Want some coffee?”, you said as you went around the living room to the kitchen.

“Sure, thank you”, he said but made no moves to follow you.

Seonghwa was enjoying the quiet to put his thoughts in order, something he couldn’t do lately. The last week took a toll on the whole pack to the point their scents changed a little due to stress. Nothing was planned and neither him nor Hongjoong wanted to put their trust and safety solely on your words.

Your presence on itself was something, he couldn’t decide how he felt about it yet. It was annoying how submissive and fake most of them got in your presence, including Jongho, which was a shocking sight back on campus. It was in Seonghwa’s nature to be attentive and caring towards others, he was aware of it, but he only offers that to his pack and pack only. There were no humans left that are worthy of that, Jongho himself said to him once. Yeah, he saw you before. All of them ended up on the hybrid protection department at least twice until now. You were just a human child bored out of your mind. What’s so special about it?

“Here it is”, you left the mug on top of the coffee table, eye smiled at him and then left.

Seonghwa was paralyzed on his spot. He did not hear your steps nor your closeness to him. Now the only thing he could hear was his own-scared heart.

There was a dark cloud on top of Seonghwa’s head, so you give him his coffee quick and left him alone on the couch.

Now, you had the least a whole hour until you had to leave to take the subway. It was enough time to make a small breakfast for yourself and revise your notes for today, but not to make a decent meal for 9 freaking people.

You went to grab your coat near the entrance, even though in less than an hour it would be boiling hot outside.

“Can you tell the other boys I’m grabbing food for us?”, you raised your voice as you looked over Seonghwa, at least 10 feet away, still on the same spot as you left him starting at the wall.

He winced because of your loud tone, and you signed, now aware of your mistake.

“It won’t take long, sorry”, you just left, it felt like the best thing to do.

Perfect, you said to yourself.

Perfect, Seonghwa said to himself.

He knew some of the others could mess up this new arrangement out of guilt for searching around your father’s office, but he couldn’t let it happen.

Yunho was the first to walk downstairs, the both of them needed to have a little chat.

You could only hear the click and clack of the cutlery hitting the porcelain plates. For a table with 9 people, it was quieter than when you eat on your own.

The house was always just that, a house, a balance between a safe place for you to rest in and someone else’s property that you had no control over, but never you felt so uncomfortable in it.

The night before you noticed how proper Yunho and Jongho were, but now, looking at all of them, it seemed forced. It was, because it was. Of course, they were trained to be.

“You are really serious about food, aren’t you?”, you couldn’t take the silence anymore.

Most of them nodded, a small chuckle giving a little bit of life to the table. It was true, call hybrid instincts or whatever, but they meant business when it came to food, but they knew very well there was more than that to the atmosphere in the room, and it was best for you to stay unaware of it.

“It’s just that good”, Mingi said suddenly, as he took another bite of the fresh croissant. “Melting on my mouth”, he mumbled more to himself than anything, still a little shocked at how good it was.

Your neighbors glaring at you as you left with four filled bags out of the small bakery three blocks away was worth it.

“You should have it as a sandwich later”, you said, more than happy to have an actual conversation.

Mingi wanted to hear all about your best recommendations, while San, Yunho and Hongjoong had a staring contest.

Wooyoung, San and Yeosang, a trio you never imagined would work well together, but somehow it did.

On the way to university, you found out, actually, the three of them were dance majors, not just Wooyoung. To your surprise, Yeosang did most of the talking for them this time.

In all honesty, Yeosang just wanted to hide in a hole and disappear. Never in his life he thought he’d want Wooyoung to talk more or that he would wait for a miracle, but at that moment, he caught himself doing both.

Every single loud noise made him jump out of his skin, from the sound of the rails to the loud people talking on the phone. It was all too much all at once. Your attention on him and him only was new, his face was all red, and he couldn’t look into your eyes. His hands hugged his bag against his own chest, but the weight wasn’t enough. If it wasn’t for two hands on his thighs, a clear sign of protection and sureness, he wouldn’t be talking at all.

Bless your heart, you gave every bit of encouragement and reaction to every thing he said, but it was not helping.

“S-so, we were trai-”, Yeosang already small voice was interrupted by the announcement of the next station. The doors closed, and you held tighter onto the pole as it started to move again.

“Training for what?”, you asked as you did your best to maintain the space between you and San’s body.

“There is a performance at the end of the year”, Wooyoung said it, faster than Yeosang could think.

“That’s so cool, so there’s a date already?”

She thinks, am I cool? It was unconscious how all of them perked up at the compliment. Wooyoung tail seemed like it had a mind of his own, swaying left to right. Yeosang turned even more red in the face, his fluffy gray ear covering the sides of his face as he recoiled between the two bodies on each side of him. San cleaned his throat as he looked the other way, he was not comfortable with how much he enjoyed it hearing such a small compliment from you.

Yeosang was a few beats late when he noticed you were still waiting for an answer.

“Oh, hum, no, I d-do not think so, right?”, he looked over to the other boys, who agreed.

“We’ll let you know so you can come see us”, Wooyoung said as he rubbed Yeosang’s back slowly.

“I’d love that, thank you, but are you sure it’s okay for me to come?”, you asked him, then glanced at San, who was already looking at you.

“We want you to come”, San said.

He said a ‘we’, when you were looking for an ‘I’.

It was a painful and awkward silent the rest of the way, until the three of you could breathe again.

“It’s not here”, Seonghwa said a second time since coming back to your father’s office.

He was already tired due to a sleepless night, now he had to spend all his energy to look for papers that weren’t even there.

“Then look again, it has to be here somewhere”, Hongjoong was loosing all his patience as he analyzed every single paper they found left on his desk.

Seonghwa took a deep breath. Hongjoong was being unreasonable, all of them already knew that, including Hongjoong himself.

“You know there’s no reason for why he would leave that behind, and it’s clear he hasn’t been here in a good while, so why are we doing this again?”, Seonghwa put the old box down on the table, all of it was useless anyway.

“This might be the only lead we get, do you just want to give up on him?”, the last two words barely a whisper as Hongjoong took a step closer to Seonghwa, the papers left scarred inside the drawer.

Both of them did not want Yunho, Mingi or Jongho to hear what was going on up there.

Standing so close to each other like this, eye to eye, they could almost touch the emotions swirling in the room. It was frustrating to Hongjoong. They had a goal and a chance, so why would they fail Yunho now? His anger, resentment and fear towards himself more than anything filled the room and suffocated both of them. Seonghwa looked nothing but empathetic and warm and welcoming to Hongjoong’s fears and worries, even when he could only feel the opposite, Hongjoong’s presence almost physically pushing him out.

It took Hongjoong only a moment to give up, which furthered Seonghwa’s worries.

“We’re going to figure it out”, Seonghwa whispered as he kneeled by Hongjoong’s side. He collapsed on the office floor, now holding onto himself. “We always do, don’t we?”

Hongjoong’s eyes seemed unfocused looking down to something on the ground, Seonghwa’s words barely registered in his mind.

When Seonghwa touched his shoulder, Hongjoong looked up to him.

“We always do, don’t we?”

“We do”, he sighed.

Seonghwa wished to say much more at that moment, but Hongjoong in that state would not hear it.

So he only did what he should do, offered a helping hand for Hongjoong to stand once more.

By the end of the day, you did all you could to not go back.

You called Jongho to tell him to get the food delivery when it was close enough to the house. He was surprised, jacket already on hand to buy lunch himself, but it was too late for a polite decline.

The bell rang and you hung up.

You did not come to eat with them, even though you had over two free hours in between classes, but they did not know that and even if they did, would they really call you out on it? It was more comfortable for them that way, so they could be free to behave like they wished to.

You stayed to study on the library after class, which you never did, you rather the comfort and quiet of your room for that, and it was barely 4 p.m.

The list was your salvation to skip dinner. This time, Jongho had time to thank you for the meal in the name of them all.

“It’s not a bother, don’t worry”, you said as you walked out of the second store, bags in hand and the phone tight between your shoulders and cheeks.

“We can cook for ourselves, you know. Don’t you trust us?”, he had that pouting voice through every word, and it took a small smile out of you.

“Of course I do, but you’re my guests and there’s a clear rule, guest don’t do any work around the house, so get used to it”, those words hit him like bricks when you thought it was a string on fresh water.

It was silent on the other side of the line, and you thought the call ended.

“Are you alright?”, his question caught you so off guard, you stopped walking in the middle of the busy street and a woman bumped into you with full force.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”, you smiled to her, but the woman didn’t look back to see your apologetic self.

Your voice was sincere, so Jongho allowed himself to stay calm.

She does not know, she’s not mad at you, he kept repeating to his stupid mind. Of course, you did not know and were not avoiding them on purpose because of it, but he felt his heart heavy still.

“We were just worried, you didn’t say anything so… but you’re safe then?”

“I’m coming soon, alright? Don’t worry about me, I’m just shopping for some stuff I need”, you walked faster, now feeling guilty to left them without a proper warning.

The moment Jongho hung up, the other 7 were waiting for an update. The winter night and the neighborhood made it seem later than it was. It was only 6:28 p.m., but there wasn’t a single soul outside and barely any noticeable noise.

“She’s coming soon”.

Mingi plopped on the couch, relieved. He barely talked to you, yet your presence and actions warmed him, and maybe he was getting too comfortable too fast, but just the thought of you leaving them now made him want to sob.

Yunho sat beside him and Mingi’s gray ears turned to him instinctively, but he had nothing to say. He knew Mingi well enough to know this meant something else to him, it was the possibility of another person abandoning him, and he was ashamed as it was of it. So Yunho did not point it out how that mentality wasn’t good for him at that moment, just offered his arm, that Mingi was elated to accept and cuddle with.

“Do not forget what we talked about today, can you do that Mingi?”, Seonghwa’s toned softened as he talked to him, a bit different from the actual conversation they all had.

Mingi only nodded.

It was a reminder for Yunho and Yeosang as well, no matter how they felt about the topic, they’d do their best to keep the roof on top of their heads.

Before you could grab the keys in your purse, the door suddenly opened.

You watched with your heart on your feet as a yearning Wooyoung took all four bags out of your hands and disappeared inside, too stunned to say anything.

“Uhm, Wooyoung, were you waiting for me?”, you asked as you stepped inside and closed shut the door behind you.

He hummed instead of answering you.

Beside him, there was no one in the living room, and the lack of noises was enough for you to assume they wanted to keep to themselves.

He carefully laid down your bags on the couch, then stood there with a small smile on his face.

“Is there anything else I can do to help you?”, he stood there shy and small in front of you.

The contrast of his behavior from yesterday evening to this gave you whiplash. Is this Wooyoung, or that was Wooyoung? Then, you knew he was trying his best to charm you, and he did. So was he not like that usually, or will he not be like that to you?

They carried huge baggage with them, and maybe you’ll never get to figure out even a small percentage of it, that was clear to you. Still, it is hard to be the one that had to pretend and ignore the elephant in the room.

“Yes, there is actually, but can we talk for a bit first?”

Wooyoung’s tail stopped its course in the air and his smile faltered, he nodded.

Both of you sat slightly turned to each other, but Wooyoung could not hold your stare, so he looked at the painting on the wall instead.

He thought his minds was playing tricks on him, but you seemed much nervous than he was. Your body was screaming to get out of there and run just like his. What could they’ve done for you to be so tense? Surely, you were not scared of him if you weren’t even scared of Hongjoong or San.

You took a deep breath. Your own mind exhausted you the whole evening and night because of this very moment, you were tired of overthinking every single thing they did.

“I just want to make it clear, so we can stop walking on eggshells around each other”, your voice was barely a whisper, still Wooyoung flinched at the reminder of his own confusing behavior towards you, just like the others he’s been hot and cold to you for no reason, when you’ve been nothing but nice to him. “I want you and the others to be here, and you do not have to do anything because you feel like you have to please me in return, can you understand that?”

He nodded.

“I am also not mad at you by any means because of yesterday”.

That made him look at you, because you deserved at least that level of respect, even though your face was a bit blurry through his tears. He knew your kindness was undeserving, and he would do anything to compensate for it, no matter what you say.

You wished to hug him, and maybe he read your mind, because a second later, Wooyoung launched himself into your arms.

It was a silent cry at first, you were stunned in place, surprise by the trust and vulnerability he was showing to you, then you heard his sobs and the sound broke your heart, you never heard before and never wanted to hear again.

You held him tight through the soft tears, loud cries and slurred words he muttered under his breath on your shoulder. Even when your arms stared to hurt, he did not let it go, so neither did you.

It was comfortable to be near you like this, for the first time Wooyoung understood why San liked you so much, and that did not leave a bitter taste in his mouth this time. You were warm and kind and really soft, almost better than his favorite blanket.

“Wooyoung”, you broke your little bubble, and he hummed into your neck. “Can you call the others for me, please? I bought some clothes for you all to try on”.

He was perfectly comfortable in that position, leaning into your side and the last thing on his mind was to move away, but the moment he looked at your soft eyes and pretty smile, he got up.

He should not be understanding San in this way.

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