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Owner Part V

Holy shit this is still a series? You bet your sweet ass it is. I told you guys that I would be continuing Owner and I did promise some of you that it would be soon. That was a long time ago so now it’s back! Please enjoy.

I DON’T OWN THE PHOTO. IF YOU ARE THE ORIGINAL OWNER OF THE PHOTO PLEASE LET ME KNOW SO I CAN REMOVE IT IF NECESSARY.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Romance, Hybrid!AU, Slight Action (Based loosely off the J-Drama Kimi Wa Petto)

Warnings: Threats made over the phone, other than that not much. If I missed anything please let me know!

Word Count: 2,619 (sorry it’s short)

Watch yourself? What the fuck did that mean? Who was ballsy enough to threaten you with that kind of talk? Just as you were about to call the number in haste, your phone was taken from your grasp. You whirled around to see Jungkook looking at the device, growing worryingly pale by the second. 

“Jungkook, what is it? What’s wrong?” you asked, coming up behind him to touch his back. He flinched at the contact, something that made your stomach drop to the floor. 

“How can they be following me...? I lost them... How could they have found me, again...”

Jungkook was staring at your screen with such pain and agony it made you want to cry again. You slowly reached out and took the phone from his hands, wrapping your palms in his.

“You need to tell me what’s going on. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me everything,” you said, looking him in the eyes. Jungkook worried his bottom lip and looked at you with fear and exhaustion. 

“Okay, but can we make ramen for dinner?”

—

You both sat at the table, ramen sitting untouched in front of you both. 

“Jungkook, who’s phone number is that?” you asked first.

“I don’t know exactly who, but the message they sent is clear. They’re coming to get me, and I made trouble for you...”

You shook your head. “No, Jungkook. You didn’t make trouble for me, if anything, you’re helping me out with trouble... Not making it for me. So, who are the people that sent the message?”

“Hybrid Hunters... Ever since I escaped from the hostels, adoption centers, wherever they managed to trap me that time, these hunters would find me and bring me back. They’d torture me for weeks before they said they’d found me... The wounds would be explained away and yet another price tag would be put on my head. Y/N, they are brutal, and only want money. If anyone puts a wrench in between them and their money, they wind up dead... I’m the big prize they want, and you’re the wrench. I can’t allow you to get hurt.”

“Who said anything about allowance?” you spoke up. “Jungkook, believe me when I say I can handle myself. I’m not worried about a stupid text message. I’m more concerned about you right now. Today I thought you were deathly sick, and now you’re stressing yourself out. This kind of pressure can send you right back to where you were this morning.”

Jungkook shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair. “Y/N, you don’t understand. These people can and will kill to get whatever they want. If what they want is me... then let them have me,” he whispered. 

You scoffed. “No way in hell is anyone putting their hands on you if I have anything to say about it,” you announced. Jungkook huffed and poked at his ramen, looking at the noodles as if they held all the answers he needed. 

“Y/N, I like being here with you,” he whispered, looking at the table with sadness in his features. 

“Jungkook, I like you being here too... You make my life much more interesting to say the least,” you soothed, trying to avoid the inevitable. 

“Because I like it so much, I’m going to have to leave,” he said quietly. Your throat closed up. 

Leave? Was he being serious. 

“Jungkook, don’t be rash. You’re stressed and exhausted. Eat a little bit and then we’ll talk more about this tomorrow-”

“Y/N they killed my family. So many people that I’ve surrounded myself with have died. I can’t let you share that fate,” he breathed, water sinking into his tone. 

“Then you shouldn’t have agreed to be my boyfriend,” you whispered, taking his hand gingerly. “You still have a promise to keep. Like hell I’m letting you go back on it,” you stated firmly. Jungkook sighed and finally took a bite of his cold ramen. 

“I really can’t-”

“Sleep with me,” you blurted out. Jungkook’s chopsticks fell onto the table as he coughed on his ramen. You clambered up and smacked him on the back to help with his choking. To which he swatted you away, claiming you were hitting him too hard. 

After he calmed down a bit and you were seated, Jungkook looked at you with astonishment. “You want me to sleep with you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“You said you get lonely at night and I was thinking what if mom came in early in the morning and saw you sleeping in the guest bedroom and how weird that would be for a couple-”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Y/N you gave me a damn heart attack,” he said, holding his chest. 

“What? What did I do?” you asked. 

“I thought you meant sleep with you like the getting naked and doing the do,” he said, rubbing his forehead. 

“What? Ew, no,” you said, scrunching your nose up. 

“Excuse me? Ew? Have you not seen how deathly attractive I am?”

“I’m waiting for the side effect to kick in, and so far I’m disappointed,” you narked. Jungkook gave an appalled look before slurping more ramen into his mouth. 

“I’d like to sleep with you though,” he said softly, chewing his food with vigor. You gave a little smirk and sipped your tea. 

“I bet you would.”

“Oh shut up!”

—

As you showered you heard Jungkook ruffling in your bedsheets. The guy couldn’t be still if his life depended on it. 

You stepped out onto your bath mat, drying your feet and then wrapping a towel around yourself. You dried yourself off and gathered your clothes. Slipping on your pajama top and shorts you threw your old clothes in the hamper and headed out to your bedroom.

Jungkook was laying on top of your sheets, looking out the window with a neutral expression.

He looked handsome like this, hair ruffled as he sprawled out in the bed. You smiled before climbing in next to him. Jungkook immediately brought you close to his body. Warmth suffused through you like lava, making a blush rise to your cheeks. Jungkook seemed not to notice as he buried himself in your hair. 

“Mmm, you smell good,” he said, sniffling and moving deeper into your hair. 

“Get away from me you dog,” Jungkook made a sound of displeasure.

“Excuse me, that’s rude,” he said, lifting his head from yours and giving a sour look.

“But it’s half true,” you sang, laying down and turning your back to the man.

“You’re such a boob,” he complained, pulling at the covers before lying down again.

“Shut up and go to bed,” you said, snuggling into your pillow gently. He must’ve gotten the message because soon there was silence, and Jungkook quit fidgeting. 

Thinking back to the message and everything Jungkook had told you made you want to run to the police. But if they knew you had an unregistered hybrid in your home the two of you would be in trouble. Jungkook more so than you. No doubt they’d take him back and put him up for sale again. Just the thought of losing Jungkook made your heart skip a beat. 

Everything he’d done for you goes up in smoke if the two of you got caught. 

That meant that you’d have to deal with that threatening message on your own. 

Maybe you could go get Jungkook registered to be your own hybrid... But if he belonged to someone else prior he’d be sent back to them. No doubt getting hurt in the process. 

It seemed as though everything you thought about backfired on you.

What were you going to do?

Jungkook shifted in his sleep and your eyes went to him immediately. His soft hair illuminated by the moonlight. His skin alight in the pale glow as well. You smiled and reached out, brushing his hair off his face and brushing against his ear in the process. A little whine escaped from him as you did so, causing you to jump back from the touch. 

“Mmm... Y/N,” he mumbled, turning over and capturing you in his embrace. You yelped at the sudden move from him, but he was asleep... Him burrowing into your hair only proved your point. 

Letting it slide you wrapped your arms around his neck, cradling his head close to your body.

“I won’t let anything happen to you Jungkook. Ever.”

—

The next morning you woke up hot. Like, hotter than the sun hot. 

You looked down to see Jungkook’s body molded to yours. And he was boiling. 

Worried, you felt his forehead and shock ran through you at how hot he really was. Turning him over on his back you saw his flushed appearance. Pale, wet skin greeted you as you got closer to him.

“Jungkook? Jungkook are you alright?” You asked, shaking him slightly.

A groan erupted from the man, making you jolt slightly. 

“Y/N,” he moaned out, reaching for you again. 

“Jungkook I’m right here,” you said, taking his hand.

Soon, you were flush against his boiling skin, his grip firm as he held onto you. 

“Hey!” You yelped, pushing against his chest. 

“Y/N,” he groaned out again, making you worry even more.

“Jungkook let go,” you said, easing his hands off of you.

“Y/N, hurts,” he whimpered, holding onto his stomach. 

“What hurts Jungkook? Where?” 

Suddenly, Jungkook’s eyes were wide open as he took in his surroundings. 

“Y/N?” He asked, looking at you with confusion.

“Yeah, it’s me,” you said, eyebrows furrowed with stress.

“W-What am I. Oh, that’s right, we slept together didn’t we?”

Hearing Jungkook say it so casually made your cheeks flush in embarrassment.  “Yeah, we did. But I barely slept thanks to your wiggling. And your incessant groping, honestly even in your sleep you can’t keep your hands to yourself,” you joked. 

Although, Jungkook seemed a little more concerned than you thought.

“I what? I shouldn’t... I-I need to take a shower,” he said quickly, jumping up and out of bed before you could get two words out otherwise. 

“Jungkook hang on-“

SLAM

The door shut and you were left alone in the room.

The sound of the water turning on made you sigh in resignation. There was something going on with him, and he wouldn’t tell you what it was. If he’s sick and he needs to see someone, damn the consequences his life is more important than a little facade. 

You went out to the kitchen to make breakfast, deciding that scrambled eggs and toast would have to do until you went grocery shopping again. 

Cooking gave you something to think about other than the fact that Jungkook was acting strangely. And about that damned text message. 

All you had to focus on was the eggs cooking in front of you. 

The smell of them...

Burning...

Burning?!

“Oh shit fuck!”

You quickly turned the stove off and fanned at the eggs, hoping that maybe in some world they’d be alright to eat. Apparently that world was not this one because they were toast. Done for. 

“Aw man,” you whined, looking down at the last three eggs in your hand. You knew you’d give them to Jungkook and only have toast yourself for breakfast. 

Whatever, the man ate like a black hole anyways. Might as well cook enough for him to eat well. Plus, he wasn’t acting like his usual self anyways, maybe he’s not been eating enough. 

Your decision made you started cooking again, making sure to keep your eyes on the eggs and not letting them burn this time. After a while you had the eggs completed and the toast all set and ready to go on the table. 

It had been about thirty minutes and Jungkook still wasn’t out of the shower yet. Perhaps he was just taking a longer shower than usual. Really sudsing it up or something, you don’t know. 

But just as you were about to go and check your phone rang. 

Looking down at the number it was disguised as unknown. 

Hesitating only briefly you picked it up.

“Hello?”

“Ah, Miss Y/N, how pleasant to hear your voice,” a cool tone came over the phone.

“May I ask who’s calling?”

“I think you already know who it is my dear,” the voice said, chilling you to the bone.

“What do you want?” You asked, fear turning into anger.

“Oh, my dear Miss Y/N, you know exactly what we want. And we are going to get him whether you play nice or not. Now, here’s what I’m offering to you,” he said, completely calm.

“Whatever it is you can shove it, I’m not giving Jungkook to you,” you snarled, not understanding the possessive nature coming out of you.

“Oh ho ho, Miss Y/N, let’s not be rash. See, we have our eyes set on a certain someone should you not agree to cooperate,” he announced.

“Please I barely have anyone left, don’t,” you plead. 

“Miss Y/N, we aren’t heathens. We won’t do anything unless absolutely necessary. Unless you leave us no choice,” he warned.

“Please, let me keep him. I-I’ll pay you,” you winced, knowing that you couldn’t afford him.

“I know it must be hard, you see that particular hybrid can be very charming. But believe me Miss Y/N, he’s nothing but trouble,” the voice stated.

“Jungkook is everything but trouble I assure you, please I-I...” you trailed off. What could you possibly offer them other than money. Money you didn’t have. Sure you were well off, but Jungkook was no doubt worth millions. Just looking at him alone, you knew that to be true.

“We’re giving you two weeks, Miss Y/N, two weeks before you decide,” he said, the dial tone hitting your ears soon after. 

You felt sick.

These people were hunting Jungkook and you were now caught up in the mix. But, this is Jungkook you’re talking about. Goofy, love able Jungkook. The one who was helping you...

Surely he couldn’t be in any trouble...

Well, more than he’s told you anyways.

But a thud from the bathroom snapped you out of your thoughts.

Dropping everything you ran to the bathroom, knocking on the door quickly.

“Jungkook! Jungkook are you alright in there? Say something!”

“Y/N,” a broken voice called from the other side of the door.

“Jungkook? What’s wrong?!” You asked, panic starting to rise in your chest.

“Please, help,” he whimpered. 

Before you could even think of the decency of the situation, you barged in to find Jungkook, curled up in the bottom of the shower. Holding his stomach as if he’d been injured. 

“Jungkook,” you whispered, coming closer and turning the water off. 

“Y/N,” he panted, shivering when you got close. 

“Jungkook, you need to tell me what’s going on. I want to help you but I can’t if I’m left in the dark about everything,” you said, brushing his hair away from his face, much like you’d done in the night.

“I-It’s heat, I’m going into heat,” he said, panting softly against your hand.

“What?” You asked, looking at him as if he had two heads.

“H-Heat, I-I’m... I need...” he whispered so softly you could barely hear him.

“Jungkook you’re not making any sense, what is a heat? Like when animals go into heat? That kind of a thing?”

“Y-Yes,” he croaked, “so much as happened I didn’t think it was possible anymore but. I-I’ve been with you for so long I-I can’t help it,” he whimpered.

“Oh Jungkook, how do I? What do I do?”

“Please, have sex with me...”