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Treasure || 01

Warnings: smut implied, swearing, mentions of mating and bonding, taking pills

Pairing: Jungkook!BTSHybrid x reader!Hybrid

Premise: He wants to be your treasure.

Author’s notes: This kind of came out of no where, but this is my first time with a hybrid au. I want to get batter at it, so I may come back and redo this later haha, Heavily unedited, I'm tired.

Should I do a part two????

masterlist || part 2

“That’s a wrap!” The director yells from behind the camera.

Finally being able to break out of your stiff posture, shoulders dropping, arms stretching above your head. A groan escapes your body as you feel your muscles relax. Turning to the members of BTS, they are all buzzing with excitement, bringing an end to their busy schedule for today.

The group and yourself say thank you’s and goodbyes to the staff as you are ushered back towards the hair and makeup rooms, chatting amongst yourselves as you make your way.

Making sure to avoid Jungkook's gaze, you opt for walking out a step or three in front of the group. Jungkook trailing closely behind you, but still maintaining a cautious distance.

Jin walking next to you asks if you’re still on for lunch next week. You say yes. He asks if you can come to the company to meet him then you can leave for lunch together. He has work scheduled in the morning but is free after. You agree as you’re off that day already.

You all enter into the change rooms. Changing back into regular clothes. Finishing in the bathroom you head out and over to your duffel bag from the day's schedule.

Casually scanning your phone and talking to Namjoon, with Jungkook standing awkwardly nearby but not engaging in the conversation. You’re waiting for your manager to tell you your car is ready.

The others finally emerge from the other restrooms and changing rooms.

Yoongi mentions Jimin's change in smell. Signalling Jimin's impending heat. Jimin grabs the bottle of suppressants from the counter, not thinking much of it. Announcing that he’s taking one, you not paying much attention. The rattle of the pills pulls your focus, realizing that they are your suppressants. Panicked, you run over to him.

“Jimin NO!” You slap the pills out of his hand before they can reach his mouth.

FOr only a moment, all you can hear is the scattering and breaking of pills on the floor. Confusion hanging heavy in the air.

“What was that?” Jimin asks, eyes large from shock.

“You can't take these. You’ll have to find someone else to lend you some.” You choke out. This isn’t how you wanted to bring up this topic. Hell this alone would lead you to finally tell them everything. Everything…. That’s something you weren’t ready for anyone to know yet.

“But-“ Jimin tries.

“Y/n, the car is ready” Your manager calls from the door way.

“I’m really sorry Jimin. I promise I’ll explain later.” You offer an apology with a smile. He smiles back assuringly, but his scent tells you something different. Fear, for a tiny second he was afraid of you and your outburst. He tries to hide it, but you catch it. Not only his. Fear seeped off of everyone in the room...everyone except one.

Only one person has never shown any signs of fear while being around you. Just knowing that, made heat pool in your lower stomach.

“Oh-ok…Jin!” Jimin redirects. “Do you have any on yours?”

“Yea, let me grab them” Jin chimes up brightly. Releasing comforting pheremones into the room. Clearly trying to relax predator and prey alike. ANd it does work. It always works.

Jungkooks eyes are the only ones that linger on you. Worry evident as he chews on his bottom lip, doe eyes following you around the room as you grab your stuff and follow your manager out.

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Making your way into Hybe, waving at fellow idols. You text Jin that you’ve arrived, he responds that his work is taking longer than expected and asks if you can wait a little while. You say yes and tell him you’re headed to the cafe.

The discomfort on your body grows, body feeling heavier with every step. You took double suppressants this morning, as you could feel your pheromones going into overdrive. Your 5 senses focusing on everything, like they were searching for something..or someone. You guessed it was about time for your heat. You had messaged the guys in the group chat about going into preheat the night prior. They all insisted it would be fine as long as you took your pills, reluctantly you agreed.

Turning down the hallway before the cafe, the heat in your stomach grew into an inferno. You don’t get a chance to think about what’s going on when you run right into Jungkook. He catches you in his arms. Your scent sends a flash through his eyes. His own scent explodes from his body. Your cold skin feeling unbearably warm, under his large hands. Lungs filling with his intoxicating smell, almost losing all control right there and then. You shove away from him with enough force to make him falter to his knees. You can’t stop your body trembling as you look down at him. Staff members begin running over to him, while you make a mad dash away from him.

Forcing yourself to focus on Jin's comforting scent you run in his direction. He’s coming down another hallway, away from the cafe. He was looking for you there, but couldn’t find you.

“Jin!” You yell, throwing yourself in his arms.

“Y/n?” He manages to catch you just in time. His scent filling your lungs, making your mind refocus.

“Jin I need help, my heat-” Choking on each word as you force yourself to blink back tears in your eyes.

“Oh my god.” He holds you close as he’s hit with your scent. FIghting back his own rising instincts to your body calling every unmated man to you. T claim you, mate you.

“But how did you go into heat? You just started preheat last night? It’s not possible.” Jin gasps. Arms still latched around your waist.

“Yea I know, thanks. I need you to get me out of here.” You whisper to him as you hear footsteps approaching. You can smell the two males before they were even close.

“Wait y/n’s in heat too?” Namjoon questions from behind you. You try to peel yourself off of Jin to look at them. “Oh god, your smell-“

“What do you mean? Someone else is in heat?” Jin pulls away from you to look at the others.

“Jk burst into a full blown rut. They’re taking him to a rut room. Or at least trying to. He’s really fighting it. I’ve never seen him this aggressive before.” Jimin explains, eyes shaking as he stares at you. His instincts are screaming at him to go to you. But he, along with Jin, are doing their absolute damnedest to control themselves.

A scream is heard throughout the building, instantly you all know who it’s coming from. Pain shoots thorough you, stomach returning to its previous inferno. Clutching at your stomach you almost topple over, but regain your balance. Jin stares at you concerningly, but the realization hits him all too quickly.

“…oh my god y/n!!! Your preheat triggered JKs rut and his rut started your heat.” He states, alittle too loudly for the now pounding in your head.

“Fuck, I know! Trust me I know. That’s why you have to get me out of here!”

“You’re seriously still fighting this?! That poor boy has been pining over you for months and this is legitimate proof that you guys are meant to be and you’re still trying to get out of it? Why? Why is this so hard for you to accept?” He protests angrily.

“I cant. I cant be with him. I cant let him mate with me.” You sigh, once the pain lets up.

“What would be so wrong with that?” Jin demands, arms crossing infront of his chest. You can feel the annoyance surging through his scent.

“He’s only a bunny, Jin” You say slowly, staring at the ground.

“You’re really using that predator and prey bullshit?” Hands going lax at his sides, his blatant emotions in the air shifting to disappointment.

“No!” You look at him frantically, only to be met with a fresh wave of pain, Jimin catches you in his arms. You try to regain your thoughts and continue to explain. “Not only is he a bunny, he’s an idol. An extremely famous, well sought out, millions of people want to be with him, idol.”

“Don’t use his fame as an excuse.” Jin spits out between clenched teeth. He’s seething now. He can’t believe you would stoop so low to use his breed and status as excuses to force him away from you.

“It’s not-I don’t know how to explain this well.“ Leaning against Jimin for support. You breathe deeply before standing your ground and looking at your closest friend straight in his eyes. Unwavering. “I’m a dragon. What do Dragons do?”

Searching his eyes for understanding, but all you’re met with is confusion.

“We covet. Our greed is unmatched. Illogical. We are possessive, and greedy. If I mate with him, I’m more likely to lock him in a room for the rest of his life, never letting anyone see or hear him again. Or even worse, I could kill him. I don’t have control of the obsession. It’s not that I don’t want him, it’s that I’d want him too much.”

Now able to look at all three males, its time, even just a little to let them truly in.

“Why do you think there are so few dragon hybrids left? We’ve driven ourselves to madness. We’re uncontrollable. Why do you think my suppressants are so lethal to other hybrids?” You make a pointed look at Jimin, recalling the incident a week prior.

Jungkooks scream breaks through your vulnerable moment, crashing pain into your body and mind. Your legs give out, but no one is fast enough to catch you. You're sitting on the floor, trying to maintain deep breaths as opposed to the panicked shallow ones your body wants to give into. You can see the men infront of you visibly struggle. The pain is starting to turn into a lust, you won’t be able to hold off for long. Looking up into the faces of the males, your misty eyes, lips open, red flush creeping up against the blue tinted flesh of your body and the smell of your now leaking arousal is breaking them, all stagger back to be able to breathe again.

“I’m mated and her scent is starting to affect me.” Namjoon states, hand covering his mouth, trying not to breathe you in. “We have to do something. Quickly.”

“Is there any way you can help him? Without mating him?” Jimin asks desperately.

“Can you hold yourself back enough?” Namjoon questions.

“I-I don’t know. I don’t think that’s possible” Forcing your mind to think about the situation at hand and not the 2 unmated males in front of you. Their scents slowly creeping into your already hazy mind. Your eyes racking over their bodies, half lidded cobalt eyes now taking over your normal colour.

“Muzzle…what about your muzzle?” Jin stammers out, ripping his gaze from you.

“Huh?” Namjoon and Jimin shout in unison.

“I can't guarantee I won’t try to take it off. I’ll be too far gone in a frenzy to care about the pain.” The muzzle was made for your heats. You became dangerous during your cycle, and the only thing that kept you away from tearing out the throats of your guardians during that time was your muzzle. Made with a metal that you yourself could not open, searing your flesh on contact. Impossible for you to take off without help. Well when you weren’t driven into a mate induced heat. There’s only one place that could possibly hold you, and as much as you didn’t want to go back there. It was the safest option.

“We can't risk it.”

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“Honestly if you were to tie him up in your apartment to keep him for yourself he’d be thrilled.” Jin states as he continues to look around the tiny one room you’ll be staying in.

“This isn’t funny.” You snap at him.

The pain and heat between your legs had lessened enough for them to get you here, with help from your guardians of course. The farther distance you had from Jungkook the better. His scent no longer intoxicates you, but still lingering on your skin from where he touched you.

“No it’s not. That boy is so absolutely smitten with you, if he knew you wanted him this badly he’d be the happiest man on the planet.” Jin gestures to your cold prison. Cement walls, floor and ceiling. Steal bars over the only window you had. A metal cot, with what looked like a metal prison toilet was all that was in the room.

“He’s not a child y/n. He understands the gravity of what you are. And he still wants to be with you.” Namjoons soothing voice coming from the doorway.

“He isn’t thinking about it for the group though. I’d need to be with him 24/7, or else I’d lose it. I would probably kill someone if I wasn’t with him. On tours, interviews, shoots, filming, even just on days off, I'd never be able to be apart from him.” You exclaim, exasperated facing the window, away from them. Why weren’t they understanding the gravity of you mating with Jungkook?

“He has, y/n. He brought it up to all of us before. He’s already asked us about it.” Jimin offers hopefully.

“What?” Turning to face them, unable to hide the shock from your face or in your scent.

“He wants you to be with him all the time. He’s needy, whether that be the bunny in him or if that’s just jungkook, who knows. But he wants all that. With you.” Jimin opens up more about their Bunny maknae.

Thoughts reel through your head, you force them out with a shake. This is safer. This will keep him safe. This will allow him to continue to live his life freely. Unbound to an obsessive, dangerous hybrid.

Muffle voices come from the hall outside, your guardians announcing that they had to lock you in now.

“Are you sure about this?” Jimin tries one last time, beggin you to return to Hybe. Be with his friend. Stop you both from feeling this pain. But your resolution is set. You’ve made up your mind.

“No. I’m terrified.”

Between Jungkook's freedom and your life. You’d pick him every time.

You give them a reassuring nod before they step out of the room, the steel doors closing behind them. The locking mechanism ominously echoes against the concrete of the walls. Locked in. There’s a window, allowing you to look out, but it’s lined with steel bars as well as you’re 18 stories up. Hopefully it can hold you long enough for his rut to pass. This isn’t the first time you’d been locked in here and it probably won't be your last.

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“It’s been over a week and Jungkook is still locked up in that rut room.” Jin shouts angrily at you. “What the hell is going on? What aren’t you telling us?”

Silence.

“I understand you wanting to be quiet about your heats and the possibility of being Jungkook mate, and even the potential dangers. But THIS.” His patience is running thin. He couldn’t bear to see his maknae in so much pain, and for so long. “this is too much. What is happening to him?!”

“I’m not…sure.” Finally finding your voice. “This isn't a normal heat for me. This is something so much more intense, the waves. The pain.”

“If his rut is connected to my heat, we might have a really big problem.” Perched on the side of your cot, you stare at the ground. Running through your options of having to explain your complicated heats. A topic you had a hard time understanding yourself.

“-what.”

“I don’t have regular heats. They don’t show up every few months, as spouts of ‘needing to breed’, waking up from horny induced relapse.”

Finally making eye contact with Jin.

“I’ve taken suppressants every day of my life Jin. Every. Day.” Eyes pleading with him, pleading for something you don’t even understand. “It’s like being in preheat for your whole life. The suppressants take the edge and pain away.”

“But before-?”

“What you felt. Hell, what everyone has felt is my preheat while I’m on suppressants. They can't stop my heat, they just dull it.”

“Wait. How is that possible? We’ve known you for almost a year and we’ve never had an issue before?” Jin is completely bewildered. Nothing was adding up anymore. He thought he was confused before but now? Oh hell, he was really losing it.

“I haven’t gone into heat since knowing you.” Your voice drops to a whisper. Alot was still unknown about your kind, with so few of you left it was almost impossible to be observed. Especially with many of you dying so young.

Jin's face pales. “When was the last time you went into heat?”

“Three years ago.” Voice barely coming out in anything more than an exhale.

“THREE YEARS?!”

You flinch.

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“Noona, this has been going on too long. It’s been two weeks. They won’t let him out until he shows some sign of breaking through his rut.” Jimin chews on his bottom lip, the only smell lacing his scent is concern.

You can’t help but shudder at the thought of Jungkook alone in a rut room. Begging for release. For you. You can only imagine his crisp scent bursting tenfold, mixing with unbearable lust and need. You feel a heat pool between your legs. The room filling with your own lust scented pheromones.

“You’re not doing that much better..” Jimin mumbles, breaking your train of luid thoughts. Shifting uncomfortably against the wetness soaking your underwear.

“I’m doing the best I can.” You sigh.

Namjoon and Jimin exchange looks. Exasperation leaves your body, a deep throating whine leaving your already falting focus.

“Look- I’m doing everything I possibly can to stop myself from tearing this city apart to get to him. He’s haunting me. Every day, every hour, every minute and every second.” Your body begins to tremble at how easy it would be for you to break this country, if it tried to stand in your way.

“He’s across town?” Namjoon questions.

“but I can still hear him…smell him…taste him in the air.” “If you don’t lock me in a box and bury me 50ft under, I’m about ready to make a run for it.”

You all hear a loud banging from outside the room. The locks screech as they are being unlocked. You all stand there completely dumbfounded. But in your shock you're too slow to realize the scent seeping from the hallway.

“THAT’S IT.” Jin screams, as he bolts into the room, throwing one of Jungkook's sweaters at your head.

You don’t move. You let it collide with your face. Instantly the smell hits you, body clenching around nothing. Slowly you peel it away, grasped in a death grip. Eyes glowing cobalt, blue shining from the back of your throat from your chest, ice breathing creeping from your mouth. This smell. Jungkook’s smell. His rut lingers on the fabric, engulfing your entire being.

Before you can regain your humanity, you lurch backward, sweater in hand, as you pull off the metal bars from the window, throwing the broek steel and cement to the ground. You throw your body through the glass window, landing on your feet 18 stories bellow. Pain shoots up from your feet into your calves and knees, but it doesn’t stop you. You take off running in the direction of his scent. Passing people on the sidewalk, crossing busy streets not bothering to check the lights, jumping over cars stopped in your way.

Lungs screaming for breath as your make your way into the Hybe sanctioned building. You’ve slowed to a walk. The predator in you coming out, your instincts setting you into a prowl. The guards of Junkgooks door don’t try to stop you as you walk up to it, slowly inhaling the dangerously strong scent fighting it’s way out from behind the locked door. You turn the lock, slowly opening the door, not stopping your steps as you’re falling immersed in it. Someone from outside closes the door behind you. Slumping back against it, your senses are fully taken from you, you close your eyes allowing yourself to drift. The air is thick, only made worse when you hear the bathroom door clock open, the air now almost choking you.

“Noona..?” Jungkook’s feeble voice breaks through your thoughts. Still leaning back on the door, you slowly peel your eyes open. He’s wearing nothing but a loose pair of nike gym shorts. Your mind begins to drift back, eyes following the curves of his sculpted chest, broad shoulders and slim waist. Mouth running dry as all the moisture in your body migrates to your underwear once again. You can almost feel it running down your legs.

“Kook” You plead, for something you’re not sure about. Reality hitting right then and there. “No, I need to go. I need to leave”

You make a weak attempt at turning around to leave the room.

“No Noona!” Jk shout, tears falling out of his beautiful large brown eyes. Angrily staring down at your feet. “Why won’t you let it be me? Why can't it be me? What’s so wrong about me?”

Panic risen. Your urge to soothe and comfort him is almost overwhelming. Almost.

“I want you kook.” You finally admit out loud. His ears perk up, his glassy eyes finally looking at you again. “But I can't have you.”

Tears continue to silently fall down his face. He questions you silently.

A wave of his rut hits him again, he staggers back catching himself against the foot of the bed.

You scream in pain as your insides feel like they are being twisted around a branding spike. Your cool skin is set ablaze. Thankfully the door keeps you up right.

You see the look of realization hit him, but you barely have the energy now to dismiss him. He takes a step toward you on shaky legs. He watches your pupils dilate.

Another step, your eyes bleeding to cobalt. Legs shaking uncontrollably.

Another step, the blue glow from your chest and throat begin to shine anew.

“Don’t.” You plead.

“Noona let me be the one.” Another step. You have become the prey.

“Let yourself have me.” Another step, the chilled mist falls from your mouth. Now you really do feel it sliding down the inside of your thigh.

Now he’s standing right in front of you, less than an arm's reach away.

“Let me be your treasure“

masterlist || part 2

For real though, do let me know any and every critic you have! What you think I should change or what you liked about it! And please let me know if you want a part 2.

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