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So What? | MYG | Chapter 6

Pair: Hybrid Cat Yoongi x F Reader 

Summary: Running from a past that foreshadows him, Yoongi is adamant about ever turning back to his human counterpart form, in hopes that nobody would recognise him and take him away. You worked at a cafe with your best friend. As a more-than-normal day seemed to go by, you discovered something amidst your housing block. Perhaps - just perhaps, the nighttime is where the angels arrive. 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au

Warnings: Contains explicit language, abuse

WC: 2.6K

Taglist: @bearr02 @svnbangtansworld @vintageoldfashion @rkivemaar @bontensbabygirl @codeinebelle

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Hoseok ran his hand through his hair, sighing. With the bedroom door open, he could smell the spices Zurie was using to make dinner. He was tired and he hoped that Kwan-Mi didn’t mind running the shop along for a few days. He should probably go over and give her a helping hand. 

Hosoek didn’t know how temperamental Yoongi was. With no information about him, he truly didn’t know where to start. Perhaps calling Jiminie would be best. Hoseok dried his hair and threw the towel into the laundry bin. 

He made his way down into the kitchen, seeing Zurie stir the chicken broth. He slid his arms around her waist and kissed her neck. She replied with a light ‘Hmm’. 

“Has the cat come out of the sofa yet?” Hoseok asked. 

Zurie shook her head, silky golden ears flopping with the movement. “Nope. He is still there. Sleeping though.”

Oh. 

“I’ll save a portion of it for him later on.” Zurie sets the table. “Let’s eat first.”

Dinner was silent today. No usual talks and kissing. No loud laughter and banging of tables. “Maybe you should call Jimin Hyung. He is a hybrid doctor.”

Hoseok sighed. “Yeah, I already shot him a text but he’s a busy man. Jiminie has yet to reply to me.” Zurie leaned over the table and ran a hand through Hoseok’s hair, trying her best to soothe him. “Would you like to go over to Y/N’s house? You seem too worried for her and I’m used to you going over when she gets sick.”

A laugh huffed out of Hoseok. “That shouldn’t be a good thing.”

Zurie smiled. “But it is normal in our relationship. Normal and good, because I know Y/N needs someone there for her. That girl is always acting strong, just like you. The both of you are as stubborn as rocks. Acting as if everything is okay when it truly isn’t.”

Hoseok tilted his head into her hands as she massaged his scalp. “How’d you know, darling?” His words started to slur. Her hands were skilful indeed. One would think he’s the hybrid instead. Honestly, Hoseok didn’t care as long as he got Zurie by his side, he’ll fight flames and the depths of the ocean. 

“That cat, Yoongi? He’s just scared right now. I can scent it on him. He’s scared, brought to a new environment in such a hurry. I scent tears and fear and a hint of hospital antiseptic on him.”

That new revelation had Hoseok shooting up. “Wait what? Hospital antiseptic?”

Zurie nodded. “He…” She hesitated. “He went through quite a lot. I can scent things that may lead to certain assumptions but, no, he hasn’t come out so - no we didn’t talk, Hoseok.”

Hoseok shut his mouth quickly. “Yes, yes. Of course.”

Yoongi did not sleep well. Not that he wasn’t used to it. When he was on the streets, he hardly slept at all. Staying up was no problem for him but after the whole situation of him finding you running a high fever in the middle of the night, he was exhausted. He stayed up the whole night, wiping you down and forcing medication down your throat in hopes that your fever would not spike so close to haunting him again. 

He was not well-versed in the human body and medications but he lived with humans enough to know what they should eat and what can help. But, none of his past owners has ever had a fever spike higher than 39.8°C. Your fever spiked so many times, higher than 41°C. Yoongi had never felt fear like that in his life - not even when he was running away from his past owners or rebelling from the facility.  

For the whole night, Yoongi did not dare leave your bedside, afraid that your fever would spike so much that you would pass. His heart clenched at the thought of you not being there - not being here, in this world. Only a few months, but Yoongi didn’t know if he could live without your presence in his life. And that revelation itself scared him.

He didn’t want to dissect that information - didn’t dare to. He didn’t want to know where this information may lead him. 

Dangerous, dangerous places. 

Yoogni stretched his limbs when his stomach got too hungry to ignore. Might as well explore the place, he thought. 

Yoongi walked around the levels of the house, investigating the nicks and cracks. He walked until his stomach no longer screamed for food and he headed back to the sofa. Just as he passed the kitchen, he caught a scent of Hoseok’s hybrid - Zurie. But catching her scent didn’t make him fast enough to react. 

“Finally up, are we?” 

A hiss fell from Yoongi’s maw as he jumped a few feet into the air. He landed with his haunches up and fur spiking. 

“Relax, I’m not an enemy. I’m not here to capture.” Zurie looked down at him. “Here, change out and let’s have a talk over soup. I’ll heat it up for ya’.”

Yoongi eyed the hybrid suspectingly as she placed a set of male - oh, his - clothes on the floor. Yoongi pulled the clothes with his maw to the back of the sofa. He heard the beep of the induction stove as he pulled on the shirt. God, even the underwear? Yoongi’s cheeks blushed and his ears flushed pink. Okay, okay, just… get on with it. He left his little ‘hiding spot’, cautiously walking into the kitchen. 

A bowl of hot soup was placed in front of him. “Have a seat. I saved some soup for you.” 

His tail wrapped around his waist as his ears pressed down. He couldn’t trust her. Not yet. He couldn’t trust anybody but himself right now. 

“How are you feeling?” Zuire asked. “I understand the need to be with her right now but she needs some space.” Zurie sat down opposite him. “Y/N has a tendency to constantly overwork herself but she knows her limits. Furthermore, she’s in good hands. Seokjin was a medic before he started his own company.” 

Yoongi picked up the spoon and dipped it into the steaming broth. He stuck his tongue out to taste it before putting the whole spoon in his mouth. The air was silent and uncomfortable but Yoongi didn’t want to speak.

He finished the bowl of soup in ten minutes, standing up to wash the bowl when Zurie said, “Please, Hoseok is worried. You could at least answer the ‘How are you feeling?’ question.” 

Yoongi sighed internally. He just wanted to change back and go to sleep. “I’m fine.” He replied. He hesitated before asking, “How’s - How’s Y/N?”

Zurie got up from her seat, hands grabbing the empty bowl and used utensil. “Not much difference from when you left. At least that’s what Seokjin told us.” 

Zurie looked at Yoongi. He may look as if he couldn’t care less for you but his eyes betrayed all possible emotions. “Y/N will be fine. Just don’t get yourself sick or we won’t hear the end of it from her.” Zurie left him in the kitchen, still sitting on the chair. Yoongi sighed and walked out, going back under the sofa but this time, dragging the clothes under with him as well. 

Yoongi woke to the banging of doors. Heavy, rushed footsteps came over to the sofa peering down and scooped him right up. 

“FOUND HIM! I FOUND HIM!”

Yoongi hissed. God, it was so bright and loud. Couldn’t they have the hint that he just wants to be left alone to sleep?  

“YO, BRO! WAKE UP!” Yoongi peeked open an eye. What the hell does he want? He hissed his dissatisfaction. Could people around here not get the hint to - PUT ME DOWN! 

"Quick, quick." Yoongi heard keys and buttons as Hoseok carried him. He was bouncing as Hoseok ran, shoving him into the back of the car and speeding away. 

Wait… Hey, hey, hey - Stop!

"Dude, stop meowing. We're going back to your home. Seokjin is in charge of Y/N, she'll be fine."

In-charge? What happened? 

"Seokjin says that it is best if you were to be back home. Y/N could use some moral support."

The drive back was stiff, air-charging with a type of anticipation that Yoongi never wished to feel. People call him ruthless, always hurting the people around him. But was he really? Could he be better than his reputation for you? 

Yoongi's whimper alerted the dog hybrid in the front seat. "Why don't you shift first? It might be easier for Y/N when you reach home." Zurie proposed, turning to the back and giving him a set of clothes. 

Yoongi didn't understand what was going on. Nobody was telling him anything. Granted, he didn't ask questions either. It's better if he just went home and saw for himself. 

The moment Hoseok parked his car in the parking lot of your apartment building, Yoongi sprinted for the lift, hastily pressing the buttons. A duffle bag was taken out of the trunk of Hoseok's car and he slung it over his shoulders, rushing to the opening of the lift doors. 

Jittery was not a word Yoongi used often. Not as often since he grew numb to caring for people. He learned that it would only bring him more pain and dig a deeper hole down his aching heart of hope. So Yoongi closed himself off, acting more on the instincts of his animal counterpart than a human would. 

The moment he stepped into the house, he could smell all sorts of scents. Some scents were more familiar than others but his aim - was you. Yoongi all but ran to the master bedroom, almost ripping the doors right off their hinges as he opened them. Oh and how he wishes he didn't.

You were lying there, limp and pale. So grey that Yoongi thought you might have died. He growled. You were not okay and they lied to him. You were shaking, spamming, whatever. 

He couldn't describe the horror he felt when he smelt the strong stench of body fluids. Your natural scent was covered with a bitter taste. You shook so hard on the bed - a seizure, Yoongi soon realised. You were having a seizure. His pupils contracted as he prepared to lunge for you, only to be held back by a pair of strong arms. 

"It is only a fever seizure." The strong arms captured him in, keeping him locked and frantic. "Fever seizures don't leave damage. Y/N will be fine." 

Yoongi fought against that hold, wiggling and growling. 

“Let him go Jimin-ah.” Hoseok told the male behind him. “He just needs to be close to Y/N. He won’t hurt her.”

The pair of strong arms released him only a second later and Yoongi ran that short distance to your bedside, caressing your hair. Yoongi whimpered at every tremble your body shook with. Covering your natural scent was the cold, sickly stench that clung to your skin like your shirt that clings to your cold sweat. Yoongi took the cold towel from the basin beside your bedside table, soaking it in the iced water before carefully dabbing it on your forehead. He then slowly started to move down your body, wiping you off. 

“I know he wouldn’t hurt her. I wouldn’t have let him off so easily if I knew that he was unstable. It is my duty as his doctor to figure that out.”

Yoongi threw the heavy quilt onto the ground and brought over the light blanket you bought him, putting that over you instead. 

The boys in the room stared at the continuously moving hybrid, shocked by the way he oh-so-carefully moved around you. Nobody would have thought that the rough, temperamental hybrid that they met a few hours ago would have such a side to him. 

Seeing that you were doing fine in the hands of your hybrid, the boys left the room. 

“Jimin-ah, I didn’t know that Yoongi was your patient. You didn’t say anything about the doctor-patient relationship when I called you a few hours ago.”

Jimin sighed and pressed onto the pressure point at the bridge of his nose. “I couldn’t and I still can’t. NDA, remember? Whatever goes on between the both of us is confidential.” Jimin moved over to sit on the sofa. “But I also didn’t know that Miss Y/N was your friend.”

Hoseok sighed and joined him on the couch, leaving Zurie and Seokjin to adventure towards the kitchen, both of them hungry for a late-night snack. 

“Yoongi is a rare breed of cat - mixed, but rare. It is due to the work of technology - the merging of DNA that is never meant to be mixed. He came from the black market ring.” 

Hoseok shifted. “Wait, you don’t mean - the black market ring? Right?”

Jimin sighed wearily, shaking his head as he responded. “I mean exactly that, Hobi.”

Hoseok’s mouth dropped open as his head shook frantically. “We’ve been trying to track them down for ages -”

“I know.” Jimin nodded. 

“Wait. That means that new information in the file -” Hoseok groaned. “Oh for goodness sake! They could’ve just said it!”

“Maybe they didn’t as Y/N ticked the ‘no’ on the confidentiality form.”

“Oh.”

Silence spread around the air as the two males in the living room sat and processed the information they were just bombarded with. Seokjin and Zurie came back with freshly cut fruits. 

“How about the both of you just let your brains take a break?” Seokjin placed the bowl of fruits on the coffee table. Zurie went over to sit on Hoseok’s lap and Seokjin took the loveseat opposite the couple and the painfully-missing-his-wife trio. 

They sat in silence with the occasional sound of cutlery clinking and chewing of the fruits. It was so silent that they all jumped a good five feet in the air when the doorbell rang. Seokjin ran over to the door and opened it, revealing - 

Zurie ran over, crashing into the lady holding multiple bags. “Ji-Hyun!” Zurie was nearly buzzing with excitement at this point in time and her darling husband was pouting on the sofa. Hoseok was laughing his body off and her husband sat there, cross-legged and crossed-arms with a very prominent pout on his lips. 

Ji-Hyun hugged Zurie back as much as she could before moving over to the dining table. “Seokjin told me to bring over food and extra medication when I come over.” She carefully separated the food from the bags and placed everything out. Seokjin moved over to help her. 

“Go on. I’ll just put these where they’re meant to be.” 

Ji-Hyun stood at the head of the table. “Maybe I should just stay to tease him more.” She laughed. 

Seokjin bellowed out laughter. “Yah, just go. His pout is going to stay even more permanent if you don’t.”

Ji-Hyun thanked him as she moved over to her kid-man of a husband. She fluffed his hair as she said, “Hello, darling.”

“Hello, darling.” Jimin mimicked her and Ji-Hyun kept her lips tight, trying hard to not laugh. After a few seconds, Jimin untangled his arms and wrapped them around her. Jimin sighed as he pulled her closer and snuggled into the fabric of her clothes. “Hello, mate.”

So What? | MYG | Chapter 7

Pair: Hybrid Cat Yoongi x F Reader 

Summary: Running from a past that foreshadows him, Yoongi is adamant about ever turning back to his human counterpart form, in hopes that nobody would recognise him and take him away. You worked at a cafe with your best friend. As a more-than-normal day seemed to go by, you discovered something amidst your housing block. Perhaps - just perhaps, the nighttime is where the angels arrive. 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au

Warnings: Contains explicit language, abuse

Chapter Warnings: Blood, experimenting, abuse. This chapter contains explicit content on how Yoongi was treated back at the facility. Please skip the bolded parts if you feel uncomfortable. 

A/N: Bold is for flashback. 

WC: 4K

Taglist: @bearr02 @svnbangtansworld @vintageoldfashion @rkivemaar @codeinebelle @ldysmfrst

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The moment Yoongi heard your bedroom door close, he moved your hair aside as he continuously scented you. He nosed the crook of your neck and you ruffled in your hair, effectively covering you in his scent. Once he deemed that it was enough, he walked around the room to clean up the mess. It would be best that you wake up to a clean, clear environment so that it wouldn’t put extra stress on you. 

Yoongi wasn’t dumb nor was he deaf. He could clearly hear the ongoing conversation about him outside. Sooner or later, he will have to go out there and confront them. It was not a choice.  

Yoongi pulled the curtains back and opened the windows wide, letting the fresh night air into the stuffy room. He had added more ice into the pail beside your bed just as you started fussing. By now, Yoongi could read your body language with ease. You were not tough to read in the first place but now that you are sick and your barriers are down, it was even easier. 

He wrung the cloth and placed it on your forehead as he adjusted the blanket to cover your legs. Yoongi heard footsteps getting closer to your door, stopping just outside. Before whoever was outside could knock and potentially wake you, Yoongi shot up and crossed the distance in an instant. He yanked open the door with teeth gritted and bared. 

An unknown man stood there with a tray of food - a big bowl of fruits, a few scoops of porridge, and a plate of grilled… Is that beef? 

“Hello. I had hoped to meet you under better circumstances but it seems that lives don’t weave that way.” The man with plush lips said. “I’m Seokjin. Y/N told me quite a lot about her troubles with you and the company is swarming with whispers of you as well.”

So this is Seokjinnie. He could see why you liked him. Handsome, plush lips, broad build, and someone who won’t cause you trouble. Yoongi sighed internally, he had no fight with somebody like him. He opened the door wider, letting the man in. 

Seokjin surveyed the room and nodded. “You sure did clean up well. Sorry for the mess earlier. I was too busy trying to get everyone to stop crowding.” 

Yoongi nodded silently, eyes trained on Seokjin as he placed the tray of food on the bedside table. 

“This is dinner for the both of you. Her medications are on the tray as well. The prescriptions are written there too. Come down once you finish and I’ll take over. The boys want to speak to you downstairs.” 

Yoongi nodded. He knew what was coming. 

Yoongi walked down out of your bedroom with the tray of empty plates, save for the bowl of fruits that were unfinished in one hand. Seokjin immediately got up and took the plates from him, pushing him to the loveseat he sat on a few seconds ago. 

Yoongi’s eyes scanned the people in the living room. Other than Seokjin, he seems to have seen everybody before. Dr. Park waved for him to sit, taking the bowl of fruit from him and taking a piece out before putting the bowl on the table. The two doctors’ scents are merged together. His mate smacked his arm, making him flinch and rub the spot. 

Yoongi was surprised to find out that Dr. Park is a hybrid. He didn’t see any traits of one when he was in his care at the hospital. Yoongi tilted his head, confusion swarming his senses. There were two Dr. Parks in this room and Yoongi needed another way to address the second Dr. Park. At this point in time, Yoongi can’t differentiate one from the other. 

“Jimin! That’s not for you. You already had your share!” The other Dr. Park in this room said - Dr. Ji-Hyun would be better. 

Yoongi sighed and curled his legs up to his chest as they started bickering. Hoseok cleared his throat, effectively shutting the couple. 

“So Yoongi,” Hoseok started. “I am aware that Y/N has yet to inform you about her group of friends and what they do so here we are going to give you a slight introduction. As you know, I’m Hoseok and this is Zurie.” Hoseok pointed to his hybrid. Yoongi nodded. “Dr Park Jimin is your doctor and Dr Park Ji-Hyun works as a veterinary.” Yoongi also knew that, coincidentally being treated by both doctors. He should apologise for puking at her workplace soon. “And that is Kim Seokjin. Y/N’s boss and brother.” 

Yoongi’s eyes bulged out. Wait, brother? 

His head whipped to the threshold of the kitchen and back to the closed bedroom door. Hoseok nodded, catching his attention. “Yep, brother. They don’t often go around saying their siblings and they do not look alike at all. Everybody took a while to figure it out anyway. It’s okay.” He continued. “As of who Y/N knows in this room is only me, Zurie, and Jin. She has not met Jimin till the day she brought you in. So now, to address the elephant in the room.” 

Yoongi gulped, this is it then. 

“As you know Jin and both Dr Park’s occupations, I won’t bring that up. I work under the NIS, Korea’s National Intelligence Service. My team and I have been tracking the sales of illegally sold hybrids so as to find out the mainstream line and put a stop to it.” Hoseok placed a folder and a business card on top, pushing it across the table. “It would be the most effective shall you choose to help us in our cause.”

Yoongi’s eyes drifted to the thick folder but never made any plans to grab it. The air turned charged as the Park’s eyes drifted between the both of them. 

“I don’t want to see it. I will tell you what I know and be done.” Yoongi challenged. 

Hoseok held his arms up in a surrender position. “I shall leave this here just in case you want a look.” Hoseok slid it under the table and opened a drawer, slotting it inside. He sat back, holding a pen and paper, motioning for Yoongi to start. 

Yoongi breathed in a deep breath. 

12 years ago

Yoongi didn’t know the first thing about good deeds. Oh, how would he? 

Loud footsteps sounded and his ears twitched as hands shot into his cage, harshly pulling his ears and scruff. He lay limp, letting the scientists do as they wish. He was born within these four walls of white - has never seen the world outside. He couldn’t remember much of his time with his mom, ripped away from her at a young age.

Yoongi grew up in the faculty, soon learning the horrors of the world he unwillingly plunged into. Every night, screams and screams could be heard from rooms and wings away. The scientists would always come back with bloodied hands and grab another one of them. In the morning, these hybrids would then be returned to their respective cages. 

However, the states of these chosen hybrids were not a pretty sight to see. They always came back bloodied and in pain - either crying for help, fighting to rebel, or completely passed out. It was only with time that Yoongi knew he would be chosen. 

He desperately tried to find a way out of it, rebelling against the scientists and disciplinary masters in hopes that they would find him too troublesome and throw him off. Yoongi soon realised that it only got him into more trouble and an early note to being chosen. 

So Yoongi stayed silent, letting them do what they wished. Injected him, touched him, cut him open and then stitched him back - he endured it. He knew he couldn’t get out of there, already submitting to his fate every time they pulled him out of his cage. He didn’t understand why he was born into this horrid truth but he fought and rebelled in the way of living. 

He wouldn’t let them take away his life - even if this was his life. 

3 years ago 

Yoongi truly tried to fight. But after so long, he started to grow tired. Started to grow hopeless. Rebelling was no longer a strong enough motivation for him to live. He was awake before the scientists came to get him. He turned and looked around the room. He was the only one of his batch that survived. All his friends and family…

Yoongi curled back into a ball at the end of his cage, refusing to cry. A few stray tears leaked out the sides of his eyes as he sniffled. He turned quiet the moment noises could be heard from the other side of the room. 

“I swear, Mr Robbinson. He is a fighter - the last living one of his batch. And because of that, all procedures went through. He is only one of our most successful mutated hybrids his age.”

Yoongi didn’t know what was going on. His ears strained to listen in on the conversation. “I promise to you that he is all you will wish to have.”

Yoongi could hear the sickening click of the key and soon after, he was being grabbed out of his cage. This time, he was faced with a man he had never seen before - well-kept hair, a beard nowhere in sight, and an expensive suit. Yoongi could smell the cologne he used but moreover, he scented the malice coming off this man in strong waves. 

Yoongi looked up and made eye contact with the man, instantly cowering back from the death he saw in the man’s eyes. He started to whimper and struggle from the hold of the scientist. Unfortunately, the collar on his neck did not allow him to go far. Injecting hormones into his body, it relaxed against his own will. 

The last thing he heard was, “I’ll take him” before darkness engulfed him. 

“I was the faculty’s favourite experiment and Mr Robbinson’s daughter’s favourite toy. Things were alright for a while until his daughter took an interest in me. But I refused and rejected her. She would whip me as long as I was not obedient. From that day on, nothing I did was good enough and I would constantly be scolded. Soon, she got enough and sold me off to one of Robbinson’s dealers. I ran away after the fourth deal during the transportation to the fifth.” Yoongi curled deeper into the couch, hoping that he could get this over with. He just wanted to go back into your room and curl up beside you. He didn’t want to be talking about this topic. “Back then, there were many hybrids in one truck and they lacked the manpower so a few of us were able to sneak out. But most of us who did end up getting caught halfway through. Some of them were shot and others were left injured. Only a few of us were lucky to escape.”

“This Mr Robbinson,” Jimin suddenly talked, surprising Hoseok into looking up to observe him. “Does he look like this?” Jimin whipped out a photo from his phone. 

Sure, many years passed and everybody changed. However, Yoongi could never forget the malice in his eyes and the way he commanded the world around him. “Where did you get that picture?” Yoongi hissed, shooting up into a leaping position. In the picture, Jimin was smiling widely beside Mr Robbinson and his instincts shot up high. 

Jimin shut off his phone and raised his hands in a surrender position, showing his neck as a form of submission. “It happened during one of the conventions held earlier this year. He was one of the sponsors. The convention was on medication advancements for hybrids. He owns many hospitals and a large amount of the market share as well. His companies are dominant in every firm he enters.”

Hoseok shifted on the sofa, whistling. “Well, shit. We can’t just barge in with a warrant like that then.” He shifted his gaze to Yoongi. “Approximately how many hybrids do you think there were?”

Yoongi kept silent. “I- I honestly don’t know. In the truck, perhaps a hundred over. But we were not all from the same dealer or facility. In the facility I came from, we are ever one kept within our own batch. However, each batch is split apart between males and females and then further split upon their breeds and types.” The males in the room nodded. It was expected as so. “In my room, there were about 150 hybrids in total. We were placed in cages, stacked on top of shelves. There were a total of 15 rows and 10 columns.”

“We were never allowed out of the rooms unless it was for experiments. Even so, we are taken out of our cages and wheeled to our respective rooms. During the rides, there isn’t much to see. Just white walls on white walls.” Yoongi shrugged, slowly getting to his feet. 

“All right, thank you Yoongi. We will update you if anything happens. I hope to see you healthy soon.” Hoseok flashed him a beaming smile, easily lightening the atmosphere. 

“I’ll see you soon for your check-up.” Jimin placed a business card on the table. “If Ms. Y/N is busy or is still feeling unwell, you can call this number and I’ll arrange for an in-house check-up instead.” 

Yoongi nodded, heading to your room. Seokjin had come out a few minutes before the talk had finished. Yoongi closed the door and walked over to you, picking up the thermometer on the way. 

37.4°C.

Yoongi sighed in relief. He was glad that you were getting better. The past few hours talking about his past has drained him. He quickly wiped you down one last time before shifting and snuggling on the other end of your bed, hidden within the tiny pillow fort but enough space to sense you in distress. 

With a small meow, Yoongi allowed your scent to cover his, lulling him to a deep slumber. 

So What? | MYG | Chapter 7

Pair: Hybrid Cat Yoongi x F Reader 

Summary: Running from a past that foreshadows him, Yoongi is adamant about ever turning back to his human counterpart form, in hopes that nobody would recognise him and take him away. You worked at a cafe with your best friend. As a more-than-normal day seemed to go by, you discovered something amidst your housing block. Perhaps - just perhaps, the nighttime is where the angels arrive. 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au

Warnings: Contains explicit language, abuse

Chapter Warnings: Blood, experimenting, abuse. This chapter contains explicit content on how Yoongi was treated back at the facility. Please skip the bolded parts if you feel uncomfortable. 

A/N: Bold is for flashback. 

WC: 4K

Taglist: @bearr02 @svnbangtansworld @vintageoldfashion @rkivemaar @codeinebelle @ldysmfrst

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The moment Yoongi heard your bedroom door close, he moved your hair aside as he continuously scented you. He nosed the crook of your neck and you ruffled in your hair, effectively covering you in his scent. Once he deemed that it was enough, he walked around the room to clean up the mess. It would be best that you wake up to a clean, clear environment so that it wouldn’t put extra stress on you. 

Yoongi wasn’t dumb nor was he deaf. He could clearly hear the ongoing conversation about him outside. Sooner or later, he will have to go out there and confront them. It was not a choice.  

Yoongi pulled the curtains back and opened the windows wide, letting the fresh night air into the stuffy room. He had added more ice into the pail beside your bed just as you started fussing. By now, Yoongi could read your body language with ease. You were not tough to read in the first place but now that you are sick and your barriers are down, it was even easier. 

He wrung the cloth and placed it on your forehead as he adjusted the blanket to cover your legs. Yoongi heard footsteps getting closer to your door, stopping just outside. Before whoever was outside could knock and potentially wake you, Yoongi shot up and crossed the distance in an instant. He yanked open the door with teeth gritted and bared. 

An unknown man stood there with a tray of food - a big bowl of fruits, a few scoops of porridge, and a plate of grilled… Is that beef? 

“Hello. I had hoped to meet you under better circumstances but it seems that lives don’t weave that way.” The man with plush lips said. “I’m Seokjin. Y/N told me quite a lot about her troubles with you and the company is swarming with whispers of you as well.”

So this is Seokjinnie. He could see why you liked him. Handsome, plush lips, broad build, and someone who won’t cause you trouble. Yoongi sighed internally, he had no fight with somebody like him. He opened the door wider, letting the man in. 

Seokjin surveyed the room and nodded. “You sure did clean up well. Sorry for the mess earlier. I was too busy trying to get everyone to stop crowding.” 

Yoongi nodded silently, eyes trained on Seokjin as he placed the tray of food on the bedside table. 

“This is dinner for the both of you. Her medications are on the tray as well. The prescriptions are written there too. Come down once you finish and I’ll take over. The boys want to speak to you downstairs.” 

Yoongi nodded. He knew what was coming. 

Yoongi walked down out of your bedroom with the tray of empty plates, save for the bowl of fruits that were unfinished in one hand. Seokjin immediately got up and took the plates from him, pushing him to the loveseat he sat on a few seconds ago. 

Yoongi’s eyes scanned the people in the living room. Other than Seokjin, he seems to have seen everybody before. Dr. Park waved for him to sit, taking the bowl of fruit from him and taking a piece out before putting the bowl on the table. The two doctors’ scents are merged together. His mate smacked his arm, making him flinch and rub the spot. 

Yoongi was surprised to find out that Dr. Park is a hybrid. He didn’t see any traits of one when he was in his care at the hospital. Yoongi tilted his head, confusion swarming his senses. There were two Dr. Parks in this room and Yoongi needed another way to address the second Dr. Park. At this point in time, Yoongi can’t differentiate one from the other. 

“Jimin! That’s not for you. You already had your share!” The other Dr. Park in this room said - Dr. Ji-Hyun would be better. 

Yoongi sighed and curled his legs up to his chest as they started bickering. Hoseok cleared his throat, effectively shutting the couple. 

“So Yoongi,” Hoseok started. “I am aware that Y/N has yet to inform you about her group of friends and what they do so here we are going to give you a slight introduction. As you know, I’m Hoseok and this is Zurie.” Hoseok pointed to his hybrid. Yoongi nodded. “Dr Park Jimin is your doctor and Dr Park Ji-Hyun works as a veterinary.” Yoongi also knew that, coincidentally being treated by both doctors. He should apologise for puking at her workplace soon. “And that is Kim Seokjin. Y/N’s boss and brother.” 

Yoongi’s eyes bulged out. Wait, brother? 

His head whipped to the threshold of the kitchen and back to the closed bedroom door. Hoseok nodded, catching his attention. “Yep, brother. They don’t often go around saying their siblings and they do not look alike at all. Everybody took a while to figure it out anyway. It’s okay.” He continued. “As of who Y/N knows in this room is only me, Zurie, and Jin. She has not met Jimin till the day she brought you in. So now, to address the elephant in the room.” 

Yoongi gulped, this is it then. 

“As you know Jin and both Dr Park’s occupations, I won’t bring that up. I work under the NIS, Korea’s National Intelligence Service. My team and I have been tracking the sales of illegally sold hybrids so as to find out the mainstream line and put a stop to it.” Hoseok placed a folder and a business card on top, pushing it across the table. “It would be the most effective shall you choose to help us in our cause.”

Yoongi’s eyes drifted to the thick folder but never made any plans to grab it. The air turned charged as the Park’s eyes drifted between the both of them. 

“I don’t want to see it. I will tell you what I know and be done.” Yoongi challenged. 

Hoseok held his arms up in a surrender position. “I shall leave this here just in case you want a look.” Hoseok slid it under the table and opened a drawer, slotting it inside. He sat back, holding a pen and paper, motioning for Yoongi to start. 

Yoongi breathed in a deep breath. 

12 years ago

Yoongi didn’t know the first thing about good deeds. Oh, how would he? 

Loud footsteps sounded and his ears twitched as hands shot into his cage, harshly pulling his ears and scruff. He lay limp, letting the scientists do as they wish. He was born within these four walls of white - has never seen the world outside. He couldn’t remember much of his time with his mom, ripped away from her at a young age.

Yoongi grew up in the faculty, soon learning the horrors of the world he unwillingly plunged into. Every night, screams and screams could be heard from rooms and wings away. The scientists would always come back with bloodied hands and grab another one of them. In the morning, these hybrids would then be returned to their respective cages. 

However, the states of these chosen hybrids were not a pretty sight to see. They always came back bloodied and in pain - either crying for help, fighting to rebel, or completely passed out. It was only with time that Yoongi knew he would be chosen. 

He desperately tried to find a way out of it, rebelling against the scientists and disciplinary masters in hopes that they would find him too troublesome and throw him off. Yoongi soon realised that it only got him into more trouble and an early note to being chosen. 

So Yoongi stayed silent, letting them do what they wished. Injected him, touched him, cut him open and then stitched him back - he endured it. He knew he couldn’t get out of there, already submitting to his fate every time they pulled him out of his cage. He didn’t understand why he was born into this horrid truth but he fought and rebelled in the way of living. 

He wouldn’t let them take away his life - even if this was his life. 

3 years ago 

Yoongi truly tried to fight. But after so long, he started to grow tired. Started to grow hopeless. Rebelling was no longer a strong enough motivation for him to live. He was awake before the scientists came to get him. He turned and looked around the room. He was the only one of his batch that survived. All his friends and family…

Yoongi curled back into a ball at the end of his cage, refusing to cry. A few stray tears leaked out the sides of his eyes as he sniffled. He turned quiet the moment noises could be heard from the other side of the room. 

“I swear, Mr Robbinson. He is a fighter - the last living one of his batch. And because of that, all procedures went through. He is only one of our most successful mutated hybrids his age.”

Yoongi didn’t know what was going on. His ears strained to listen in on the conversation. “I promise to you that he is all you will wish to have.”

Yoongi could hear the sickening click of the key and soon after, he was being grabbed out of his cage. This time, he was faced with a man he had never seen before - well-kept hair, a beard nowhere in sight, and an expensive suit. Yoongi could smell the cologne he used but moreover, he scented the malice coming off this man in strong waves. 

Yoongi looked up and made eye contact with the man, instantly cowering back from the death he saw in the man’s eyes. He started to whimper and struggle from the hold of the scientist. Unfortunately, the collar on his neck did not allow him to go far. Injecting hormones into his body, it relaxed against his own will. 

The last thing he heard was, “I’ll take him” before darkness engulfed him. 

“I was the faculty’s favourite experiment and Mr Robbinson’s daughter’s favourite toy. Things were alright for a while until his daughter took an interest in me. But I refused and rejected her. She would whip me as long as I was not obedient. From that day on, nothing I did was good enough and I would constantly be scolded. Soon, she got enough and sold me off to one of Robbinson’s dealers. I ran away after the fourth deal during the transportation to the fifth.” Yoongi curled deeper into the couch, hoping that he could get this over with. He just wanted to go back into your room and curl up beside you. He didn’t want to be talking about this topic. “Back then, there were many hybrids in one truck and they lacked the manpower so a few of us were able to sneak out. But most of us who did end up getting caught halfway through. Some of them were shot and others were left injured. Only a few of us were lucky to escape.”

“This Mr Robbinson,” Jimin suddenly talked, surprising Hoseok into looking up to observe him. “Does he look like this?” Jimin whipped out a photo from his phone. 

Sure, many years passed and everybody changed. However, Yoongi could never forget the malice in his eyes and the way he commanded the world around him. “Where did you get that picture?” Yoongi hissed, shooting up into a leaping position. In the picture, Jimin was smiling widely beside Mr Robbinson and his instincts shot up high. 

Jimin shut off his phone and raised his hands in a surrender position, showing his neck as a form of submission. “It happened during one of the conventions held earlier this year. He was one of the sponsors. The convention was on medication advancements for hybrids. He owns many hospitals and a large amount of the market share as well. His companies are dominant in every firm he enters.”

Hoseok shifted on the sofa, whistling. “Well, shit. We can’t just barge in with a warrant like that then.” He shifted his gaze to Yoongi. “Approximately how many hybrids do you think there were?”

Yoongi kept silent. “I- I honestly don’t know. In the truck, perhaps a hundred over. But we were not all from the same dealer or facility. In the facility I came from, we are ever one kept within our own batch. However, each batch is split apart between males and females and then further split upon their breeds and types.” The males in the room nodded. It was expected as so. “In my room, there were about 150 hybrids in total. We were placed in cages, stacked on top of shelves. There were a total of 15 rows and 10 columns.”

“We were never allowed out of the rooms unless it was for experiments. Even so, we are taken out of our cages and wheeled to our respective rooms. During the rides, there isn’t much to see. Just white walls on white walls.” Yoongi shrugged, slowly getting to his feet. 

“All right, thank you Yoongi. We will update you if anything happens. I hope to see you healthy soon.” Hoseok flashed him a beaming smile, easily lightening the atmosphere. 

“I’ll see you soon for your check-up.” Jimin placed a business card on the table. “If Ms. Y/N is busy or is still feeling unwell, you can call this number and I’ll arrange for an in-house check-up instead.” 

Yoongi nodded, heading to your room. Seokjin had come out a few minutes before the talk had finished. Yoongi closed the door and walked over to you, picking up the thermometer on the way. 

37.4°C.

Yoongi sighed in relief. He was glad that you were getting better. The past few hours talking about his past has drained him. He quickly wiped you down one last time before shifting and snuggling on the other end of your bed, hidden within the tiny pillow fort but enough space to sense you in distress. 

With a small meow, Yoongi allowed your scent to cover his, lulling him to a deep slumber.