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Jungkook: Mendacious

You're the definition of: don't judge a book by its cover.

Tags/Warnings: Idol!Jungkook, Coyote hybrid!Reader, unlikely couple, established relationship, hybrid/human relationship, judgement, reader is treated poorly and unfairly, minor injury, angst, fluff

A/N: yes, another hybrid fic.

Mendacious : (someone) likely to tell lies.

If you didn't know it yourself, you wouldn't believe yourself either, if you had to be completely fair.

However, that still doesn't give any of the men the right to push you around like their doing now- the palms of your hands still stinging harshly from the accidental fall just minutes ago. They're still dirty, because you've got nothing to wipe them off on; the dress you're wearing too nice, too many fond memories connected to it to ruin it.

But how did you, hybrid of world-renowned idol Jeon Jungkook, end up at a pound with scraped up hands and a broken heart?

Well- you simply told the truth.

As a Coyote, there's always many bad rumors stuck to your name, no matter how hard you try to go against the odds and prove them wrong. They've tried hard to talk Jungkook out of adopting you three years back- instead trying to make him interested in one of the prettier and more well behaved cat and dog hybrids. But Jungkook had been stubborn; absolutely enchanted by your curiosity, your energy, just.. everything about you.

He'd talked to you, played a bit with you, and it just clicked.

He also encourages you to stay independent; having gifted you your own collar early on- a tag on the front for easy scanning and GPS tracking at all times, so no one would get you confused with a stray whenever you went to go out on your own, and he himself could check your location in case you got lost. It's something he felt like he owed you; you didn't deserve to be locked up inside his apartment like a bird in a golden cage.

He doesn't treat you like a pet; he treats you like a lover, like a friend, like family.

And until now, you've always somehow slipped from every noose thrown at you by life- getting laughed at constantly as soon as you'd say that Jungkook was your owner. But this time- this time, it went wrong.

Horribly wrong.

'Sure you are.' The men had said as they'd pushed you towards the van of the pound company. 'And my brother is the president.' They'd laughed. You'd stumbled, fallen into the van, hands stinging and eyes watering.

But there was no reaction other than the doors slamming shut.

It's not common for hybrids to be allowed on their own outside, so it's also typical to be asked by patrolling officers where you belonged to if you were to walk around on your own. In your case, you'd thought it had been fine; the officer having asked you for your ID and owner name as you'd tried to walk home from taking a walk by yourself.

And then the men of the pound had come around, taking you in for breaking the hybrid-stray laws.

They thought you'd lied.

Even worse; by now, they've taken your collar, arguing that you've probably faked the ID of Jungkook connected to the tag on it-a common crime for strays to stay independent, before it fell to the ground after you had tried to fight for it back- small GPS tracker pack breaking on the hard concrete floor. They were basically treating you like a criminal, and you were worried. Jungkook was probably still at the recording studio with yoongi. It would take some hours for him to go home- and maybe even longer before he'd realize something had happened.

You don't have your phone anymore either.

You have nothing.

And after 24 hours- you're officially considered a stray.

Ownerless.

Again.

"Go on and change." A young man says, throwing some clothes wrapped in plastic towards you. You've been asleep for a while now- your joints aching from the weird position you'd taken a nap in. "Afterwards you're led into your room." He informs you; and you assume it's probably because the 24 hours are close to being passed.

You must've really slept long.

You're good at obeying though; so you don't fight it at all, simply nodding to go get changed in a small bathroom nearby. You know it's smarter to just go along- you've seen one of the men raise their hand in response to your fighting over the collar a few hours prior.

They won't refrain to hit it necessary.

The clothes are simple, an eggshell-white color, a regular t-shirt and shorts with a cutout for any hybrids tail; adjustable with velcro so it fits any breed, while still being cheap enough. It's a little itchy on your tail, but it'll do; you'll get used to it.

Giving up your dress feels like giving up the last piece of home you've got, however.

It hurts, so much more than your hands, as the man takes the neatly folded piece of attire from you, before he walks in front of you, leading you down a hallway. You can hear noises behind the doors; from arguing hybrids complaining in their rooms, to whining and sad one's making their displeasure known. Your room is a pale orange in color; paint on the walls already starting to chip on some spots however, just like the metal bedframe and sink nearby. "Get in." The man demands, and you do so-

The door behind you closing, before you can hear the lock click into place.

This is it.

"Baby?" He asks into the darkness of the apartment, assuming you've maybe gone to bed already- though he's got an odd feeling in his stomach. He'd stayed way too long and he knows- maybe you're mad? He wouldn't blame you if you were. He should've told you.

Looking into the bedroom however, there's no you. The guest room? Empty. You're not here.

When he pulls out his phone to check your location, his blood runs cold- the GPS had lost connection almost 6 yours ago; and he knows for a fact that he charged the battery. He's a man of routine- he checks your collar every day before he leaves.

Calling you doesn't do anything either- you're not picking up.

Where are you?

You're picking ok a string that's escaped from the threading of your new shirt.

It's all you've got really; there's nothing else to do but wait and exist at this point. You've got no way to tell how late or early it is- maybe it's the next day already? Maybe you've been here for more than 24 hours? You don't know.

All you know Is that your hair still smells like that vanilla scented shampoo jungkook always made sure to buy for you, knowing it's your favorite.

Only now does it hit you full force.

So you cry, until a headache starts, and your body falls asleep again.

"Exactly. And I need the last location, urgently." Jungkook argues with his manager who'd gone out first thing in the morning to ask the store where he'd bought the tracker to read out the last known location before it disconnected. He would've gone himself- but he knows he can't make a public deal out of it. Not because he cares about his reputation; but because it could put you in danger. People could try and find you to get closer to him, and he doesn't want that. It's been way too long already- you're most likely scared to the bone. You don't sleep very well when he's not home, it's why he takes you on his tours and out-of-country schedules at all times.

He feels terrible, as if it's somehow his fault you're gone now.

Maybe you've ran away for a reason? Maybe you were tired of the stress? Of his life? Of him?

It's his biggest fear. He knows it's not just a small favor to ask for you to adapt to his constantly changing schedule and life, to ask for you to understand whenever he has to cancel anything you've both wanted to do just because he has to go back to the studio. You both never had a proper date, and he won't ever be able to do that; partially because of the bad stigma around hybrid/human relationships, partially because people wouldn't let him breathe if they spotted him.

But he shakes his head. No. He can think like this once he's got you back; for now, he has to find you first.

"They're downloading logs right now, just half an hour at max." The manager ok the phone informs him.

"Tell them to hurry up. It's been hours already, God knows where she is!" He argues, irritated by every single delay at this point. He'd already almost walked out himself when they had attempted to get themselves out easy by saying they couldn't read out any location data. He's going to get you back.

There's no other option.

Dreaming is odd.

Sometimes it's the wildest things that your brain comes up with while you sleep; flying over buildings and clouds, fighting ancient creatures, living in a world in space. You sometimes lucid dream too- controlling your actions and well aware that it's just an illusion.

And sometimes, like now, you don't dream at all.

Or maybe you do?

"..y? Hey, baby?" Its jungkook. His voice seems faint, like he's almost whispering. Will you forget that voice at some point? "Come on, let's get you back home." He says, before you feel him touch you. It's then that your eyes open;

And he's there.

Your eyes widen, shock written all over your face even in the dim light of the light bulb above you, before you cry yet again, pushing yourself into his chest, hands grabbing for any of his clothes you can. You don't want to let go, ever again. "I'm here, you're fine. We'll go home now, okay?" He asks, and you simply nod, giving him the okay to somewhat pick you up and carry you out.

"I really didn't think-" one of the men starts arguing, trying to explain himself, but jungkook cuts him off, voice a bit louder now, and ice cold.

"I think you should start looking for new employment." The idol simply replies, before someone opens the door for him, cold morning air hitting your senses. But you're too tired to really think much-

All you know is you're back home, jungkooks distinctive scent wrapping around you like a blanket.

You don't remember much at first when you wake up in your bed- one you share with jungkook, who's scent still lingers heavily on the fabric of the sheets, though his body is absent.

It's odd.

You know it's normal- after all, he probably had early morning training again, so it's not untypical of him to be gone when you wake up. But this time, especially now that the memories return, it makes you feel uneasy. Was he mad about the broken collar? It was probably expensive. Was he upset you got yourself into trouble? You tend to break stuff and get into situations like this a lot- maybe you should try and behave better.

You try and swallow it down, before you leave the bed for your own daily routines. Maybe that'll calm you down again.

But even when watering the small plants in the kitchen, even while trying to watch TV, even while making yourself food; your thoughts are poisoned. Everything is suddenly questioned, every sound you've grown so used to suddenly makes you nervous. You could maybe take a nap. Yeah, that was a good idea. If you slept, you couldn't break stuff or get into trouble, and time would fly past like nothing as well. You could sleep closer to the door so you'd hear him first thing- yes.

And that's how you ended up on a blanket right in front of the door.

Not even noticing how you start crying during your sleep.

Jungkook can sometimes be pretty stupid.

He knows that, and is reminded of that fact especially now that he comes home; door hitting something, before you emerge from the side, yawning and holding your shoulder. "Oh God baby I'm so sorry!" He calls out, before he gets inside and closes the door. "Why were you sleeping in front of the door hm?" He asks, carefully squatting down to check up on any injuries. You're fine though- except for the dried tears he can spot. "I'm so sorry, I should've thought more. Did you think I left?" He asks, and you shrug, before nodding. He clicks his tongue before picking you up, bringing you into the kitchen where he sits you on the counter next to the sink. "Lets make something to eat first.." he mumbles more to hunself, trying hard to drown his guilt. Of course you'd be scared right after what happened yesterday. What did he think would happen?

"Koo?" You ask as you notice him sniffling a second time as he looks into the fridge, door hiding him. But there's no hiding any longer, his eyes unable to look at you. "I'm fine, I overreacted-"

"No no no you absolutely didn't. I'm an asshole for leaving like that, you should be mad at me." He says, making you smile.

"I could never." You say.

"But you should." He argues back.

"But I won't." You respond, tail starting to wag and slap against the inside of the sink- and he laughs, before he walks towards you to hold you close, before be presses a kiss right between your hybrid ears ontop of your head.

"I love you." He simply says.

And your tail wags a little faster at that.