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American Mate - (1)

Two Weeks Early

Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 1 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 4416

Word count for Story: 4416

Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine

Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, m/m, and m/f/m. This chapter does have Anxiety, Panic attacks, and Cultural differences.

Story Summary: The Hybrid K-pop group BTS is on tour in America; of course, things don't start out the way they should, but after an encounter with Y/n, things change but will everyone follow Fate?

BTS HYBRID ANIMAL TYPES: Seokjin - Roan Ferret, Yoongi - Black Jaguar, Hoseok - Marten, Namjoon - Alaskan Timber Wolf, Jimin - Red Panda, Taehyung - White Southwest African Tiger, Jungkook - Flemish Giant Rabbit

AMERICAN MATE MASTER LIST / LDYSMFRST MASTER LIST

((Hey everyone!! This is my first time writing a FanFic like this and publishing it on Tumblr first! I also made the banner and breaks myself :) Please, any advice would be awesome. I will also eventually be posting it on my AO3. My life is really crazy, and I have massive anxiety in posting this. Please realize that I will post when my demons are under some form of control. So, without further ado... here we go.💜💜💜))

Sex workers have always had their realm throughout history and in every culture. Amsterdam has historically been known for sex workers selling themselves on the corners, in windows, and in offices to provide their services without having any legal ramifications. Even Kings, Queens, and Emperors had concubines or mistresses recognized within the culture. More recently, prostitution in America has been legalized, even if they still work corners like they're doing something illicit and non-professional. Many countries and cultures find it offensive still to have sexual relations with someone who is not a significant other, but slowly, things are changing, and sexual relations are showing to be positive attributes to mental and physical health.  It was unsurprising how business skyrocketed after hybrids became more common. Hybrids have always had higher sexual drives during certain parts of the month or year, depending on the breed.  These times are known as heats for Omegas or ruts for Alphas and Betas. While hybrids were sought after and considered desirable by the masses, only socialites could afford to keep them. However, those not owned by the rich worked in the modeling, music, and film industries due to their superior looks and abilities. 

With the new laws in effect around the world, the sex trade became a more prevalent workforce. The most recent development that has come to fruition with these new laws in mind is the venture of Playmates. One of the first countries to jump on this bandwagon was America. Suppose they didn't see much difference from what the Playboy bunnies were doing for that old guy they used to work for. More recently, South Korea has decided that it is a better venture for their Hybrid Idols to have a playmate than having them sneaking around with people not vetted properly or fully understanding what they agreed to with heats and ruts. Lawsuits and bad tabloids swayed the entertainment industry in South Korea to accept the playmate idea swiftly due to the recent articles regarding how demanding the idol schedules were and how they weren't allowed to have normal relationships or even constant companionship.  Most hybrids are social individuals and gather into different groups. They need companionship, pack bonding, scenting, and support from those close to them. It is pretty much required for the hybrid to be considered healthy.  Any hybrid that isolated themselves became feral and violent, so there was an upheaval regarding the strenuous schedule of K-pop, C-Pop, J-pop, and T-pop idols. 

Companies such as JYP, Big Hit, Wake One, and others have decided to allow their Idol groups, hybrid or not, to branch into having a playmate. Most groups were allowed to pick a playmate or two to share between them all as a confidant, with no sexual relations required in the contract. They were also allowed to pick a playmate individually or as a group to have sexually allowable clauses to assist with those drives, which are either due to just being a living being or because they had instincts of their Hybrid to follow.

All interested parties, legal representatives, and medical professionals attend meetings and discussions in order to agree on boundaries, interests, pay rates, living expenses, etc., which would be drawn and signed by the Idols, their management company, the playmate(s), and their management company. Most contracts also had a 90-day grace period, during which either Playmate(s) or Idol(s) could terminate the contracts without stating a reason. It was not uncommon to have multiple contacts within a group consisting of companion and partner contracts, especially with groups of hybrids needing assistance during their heat or ruts. Each Playmate-based company had a standard contract they would follow, and conditions were added to the contract in case of emergency modifications. These were mainly for the playmates to expand their repertoire or bring a new angle into their services if the Idol or group they were working with decided they wanted more or something different than the current in the contract. All participants would be required to maintain confidentiality, and safety was of the utmost concern. 

Your name is Y/n, and you are not a playmate but a secretary at the new United States branch of PlayMate Services Incorporated, or PMS for short. You figured this would be one of the best ways to work through college, but soon, you realized you weren't very much for academics. So now you are the secretary for the idol division at PMS USA.  You were lucky enough to work in the Idol division because you have an affinity for languages and a high level of respect for hybrids. Your primary language is English because you were born and raised in Colorado. You had learned American Sign Language in high school after your family moved you to California. Shortly after graduation, you learned Spanish and recently became conversationally appropriate for Korean and Thai. Continuing your obsession with languages, you hope that over this next summer, you can learn a little bit of Chinese, both Mandarin and Cantonese and enough Japanese so you don’t get lost if you ever win the lotto and visit. 

In any country, playmates are required to be humans. Most have very modelesque features: tiny waists, full hips, and big breasts. They typically wear a size 0 to a size 4. These regulations for playmates are the exact reason why you are not one of them. You are also not very experienced in having many friends or sexual relations, and you love to call yourself the Extroverted Introvert.  While at work, you have a bright smile. You treat everyone as VIPs, but the minute you are out of the office, you can slink around anywhere without anyone knowing you have been near them. Your best friend Evie, a munchkin cat hybrid, always swore you could walk into a room and only let them know you were there if you wanted to. She joked that if it wasn't for your lack of hybrid features, you could be a Tiger Hybrid with how light-footed and graceful you are.  Many people tend to underestimate the level of your sneakiness. It is one of the main things that allows you to be such a good secretary. You know when to be present and noticeable and when to be quiet, discerning, and invisible. 

Well, this doesn't seem very impressive to many, but when you're taller and heavier than most women and wear glasses, you can see how hard it is to miss such a significant presence in a room. You do not fit any of the pretty standards of the modern-day woman. Your hair is a standard brown, which right now is kind of red because of a failed dye job, and your eyes change color depending on what you wear or the mood you are in, but other than that, they're insignificantly brown. Due to your Italian blood, you have freckles and moles with olive skin. You look like an All-American Girl who overeats, and that's what you have been told my entire life. Hence why, you have few social interactions, and you are practically a virgin again. Doesn’t something like three years make you gain a V-card again? Anyway,  you have pretty much just given up, which is your choice. Still, you have a loving heart full of romance and an understanding that others don't have the option to find that connection on their own because of their work, and at least here at PMS, I can help them find something to make their day a little bit better.

Today was supposed to be a typical day checking in with the current Playmates working and following up on some of the Playmates who have STD testing coming up. A couple of temporary contracts are supposed to be coming in. This is a typical day for me, ensuring everything is up and up and answering phones. We are still a tiny branch, but that is okay. We typically only service American pop bands; however, some Korean or Chinese pop bands have used our services while on tour here in America. The other Asian countries have not entirely jumped on this bandwagon with full force, but we do our best to serve their needs as much as possible. You have to start somewhere, and as we grow, things will get better, and you can move up in the ranks. 

You answered emails and took very few phone calls when everything changed. The doors to our 4th-floor office open as a distinguished-looking Asian gentleman walks in a lovely suit and a briefcase with a stern look. “Hello,” he says, coming to a stop with a slight bow at the waist. This is Playmate USA, right?”

“Hello,” standing to reciprocate the respectful bow, “You are correct, sir. This is Playmate Service United States, Idol department. My name is Y/n. How can I help you today?”

“There seems to have been an error in the dates given to this division for a significant Idol group. I'm here to find a quick solution before they grow impatient, hopefully. It wasn't until after my plane had landed I noticed that our meeting was still set for two weeks from now. The boys will land tomorrow and expect to be greeted with their new playmate while in the US. Though not all of them are on board with the idea of having a playmate, some members still hope to find a friend while here.”

“Oh, I see. That does not leave us with much time now, does it? May I have your name? So that I can look up your file and see what I can do?” You smile, sit at your computer, and pull up the calendar. 

“Ah yes, I am Manager Sejin, with Big Hit from Korea.” When he says his name, you quickly type up the information. As the screen populates the file, he continues, “I am the head manager for the K-Pop group Bangtan Sonyeondan.”

“You manage BTS.” You take a small breath, looking over the file while trying not to show your panic on the outside. “All the paperwork has been completed, and a series of potential playmates have been emailed to you for review.” Looking back at the man with confusion, you ask, “Did you receive the profiles, Sir? I do not have a Potential Playmate Response or PPR showing any of them selected, or did you perhaps not receive them?”

“The list was received and should have been sent yesterday afternoon.” 

“Oh, that makes sense, Sir. Due to the time difference, our contracting office would have been closed for the weekend. Even today, you caught us with a low staff. Let me contact that department and see if they are in today and able to meet with you.” Standing from your desk, you wait for the man to follow you to a smaller conference room. “Please wait here while I contact them. In the meantime, would you like some coffee or tea?”

“Oh, tea would be fine. Thank you. The boys like America and decided to come over early to settle in before their upcoming performances, but I guess this portion of the trip planning got left behind. Playmates are still a new concept for Big Hit as BTS is our only hybrid group, Unlike JYP with Stray Kids, Twice, and GOT7.”

“Not a problem, Manager Sejin. We have handled many last-moment assignments in the past, and there is always the 90-day grace period that will allow for any changes to keep your idols comfortable and cared for.” You say as you fix a cup of jasmine green tea at the small kitchenette in the corner and place it on the table for him. “If you excuse me, I will go speak with the contacting department.” You bow respectfully before leaving. Lucky for you, PMS is only on one floor, and the contracting department is two doors down. Knocking on the door and quickly walking in without waiting for a response, you spot your second best friend, Derek, sitting at his desk typing away. “We have an emergency!”

“Y/n, why do you smell like a whirlwind? Are you having an emergency? Are you excited? Are you nervous? Your scent is everywhere.” Derek is a Fennec Fox and one of two hybrids that work with you. It was a brilliant move to have the company hire him since he would clearly understand what is needed for hybrids in general when it came to having their contracts.

Giggling strictly from nerves, you push him aside and search his emails. Finding what you were looking for, you opened the email, “Aha ha! Here it is. Well, that would make sense. Our biggest potential contact just walked in the door two weeks early. They need a playmate by tomorrow, and you have not yet input their PPRs in their file.” Moving out of the way, you look expectantly at Derek as he reads the email. His face fell into shock with confusion, then panic. “So, who has a whirlwind of scents now? Huh?” You sass back to the hybrid knowing from his expression that it would be just as haywire as yours if you could smell it..

“No. Nonononono, Y/n. You do not get it! This is huge! This is a disaster. This was supposed to be handled by my boss, but he is out for the next week camping, God knows where. You said they are here now? They did not like any of the PPRs. So what do we do now?” He looks at you with worry in every feature and starts to stroke his tail slowly in a self-soothing manner. You look at him in shock, not expecting to hear that. Reading the email yourself, you see he is not lying; this is a disaster. They had at least one or more problems with each of the playmate profiles that were sent. Ummm.. ummm… think!

“Okay. Our best bet is to talk to Manager Sejin. Maybe learn more about what the idols want for their playmate. We can also offer them the opportunity to come here and meet with some of them in person to pick their match.  I mean, that is how we do it with American Idols, right?” You nod to yourself and look over at Derek. “Since there is such a skeleton crew today, we are closing early. Why don’t we close now and take Manager Sejin to lunch?” Glancing at your watch, you notice you were set to close in half an hour. He cut it close; you think, “It will be on us, and we can discuss it there. Make it more personable and without a time restraint?”

“Yeah! See, this is why you are known as Miss Fix-it. You always know how to smooth things over. You really should be someone other than the front desk assistant.” He stands, puts on his suit jacket, and heads to the door with a smile. Following him out the door and then leading him to the small conference room. You knock on the door and enter with a slight bow, Derek following your lead and bowing. “Manager Sejin, thank you for waiting. This is Derek, he is with our contracting department. We would like to treat you to lunch and review some options for your idols.” 

Derek steps forward, offering a handshake, “Hello, Sir, as y/n said. I am Derek, a fox hybrid and one of the members of the contracting department. It would be an honor to offer you lunch to discuss contracts and playmates for your group. A local Italian restaurant caters to hybrids and humans alike with private rooms for confidential meetings we can attend. Playmate Services has a permanent room there for occasions such as this. So if you follow me, we can take a company car.” The gentleman smiles and agrees to the meeting. 

It is a simple Italian restaurant with a professional-grade air purifying system to keep the rooms as scent-free as possible and private. The food is very descriptive, with symbols marking which foods are gluten-free, vegan, and hybrid-safe. After some small talk and finishing our respective meals, coffee was served, and the business side of the luncheon started. You pull out your notepad and pen to account for anything that needs to be remembered or discussed. Derek starts off the conversation directly. “Sir, we did receive your PPRs.” He glances at you briefly, and you smile reassuringly. “It seems that your idols did not accept the profiles we sent. We at Playmate Services understand that not everything will be a match and that specifications are requested to be met to the best of our ability. I apologize for not meeting those expectations, but I humbly request that you share some additional information about why they were all rejected so we can find better matches.”

“It is not a simple explanation. As I informed Miss y/n, only some of the group want a playmate while on tour in the US. I believe that it was one of the older members who rejected them all. You see, the boys had a permanent companion, a Playmate from the Korean division, but she fell for a human and ended up leaving the boys with broken hearts. One of the older members took it very hard because that Playmate had said some hateful things about the boys, and he took it personally.” 

As he explained the situation, you could not help but feel disappointed in the Korean division for this to have happened, but you also understood love is love. However, “Hateful things? She fell for a human… she didn’t speak hatefully or discriminate against the idols for being hybrids, did she?” Your mouth spoke from your heart before your brain filter could stop you. You did not even realize that you had said anything until the room got quiet, and a small flick of a tail on your leg got you to look up from your notepad. “Oh! Oh.” standing, you bow respectfully, ”Sorry, Manager Sejin, you do not have to answer that. I spoke before thinking. I just support hybrid equality, and it pains me to think this happened.”

“Miss Y/n, please retake your seat.” You do, and after a calming breath, you look up at him only to have your jaw drop. Ears. He has two small fluffy ears that you now notice as they have wiggled out from under his hair. A hybrid! He was also a hybrid! “I apologize for not telling you earlier, but I am Sejin, a hamster hybrid. I thank you for your support of our kind,” nodding to include Derek in his statement. “I wish there were more of you in the world. Playmate Services Korea will not work with me because they already know I am a hybrid and think the boys should have a human manager, but with the current situation. I had to chance that you did not know and hide my features. Your care and respect for our kind have already informed me this is a good choice for the boys. However, you can relax more around me. I can scent that you are very upset for the boys, whom you do not even know unless you are Army, and this meeting was entirely my fault for improper planning.” Looking at Derek, “does she always have this strong reaction to events?”

Derek nods, laughing out loud as if this is the funniest thing in the world. You huff slightly at Derek because you are sure that he knew the man was a hybrid from the get-go and didn't even try to warn you. “She is very passionate about everything she does. However, because of her friendship with an emotional munchkin hybrid and working with two hybrids, she has learned to cut her scent off if she is trying to hide something, which, as you know, just lets us know that something is going on even more than if she were just to calm her scent down. She is a lovely but fascinating human.” 

You sit there bouncing between disappointment that you didn’t recognize he was a hybrid, irritation at Derek for not telling you, and embarrassment that your scent is giving you away again. Giving yourself a second to collect yourself while finding the notepad even more interesting than life, you will your blushing to stop as you clear your throat and glare, albeit playfully, at Derek, “I think it would be wise to propose our idea about setting up meetings, Mr. Gulley.” 

“Okay, Okay. Don’t sour your scent on me.” Derek gently scolded me as he returned his attention to the client. “Y/n, came up with a good idea. We typically have meetings between our free playmates and potential clients when the clients are USA-based. I know the idols, or some of them, hope to have a playmate waiting for them, but maybe this would be a better idea. Then, if they pick any, we can draft the individual contracts and those uncomfortable with playmates do not have to interact with anyone and can still observe. Since we are a newer branch, we do not have many playmates.”

Manager Sejin seems to think about the offer while sipping his coffee, looking between you and Derek. He takes out his phone, types a few things, and then looks up directly at you, “Miss y/n, do you believe this is the best option, or are you at a loss as to what to do and are just scrambling?”

Looking at him wide-eyed for a moment and cursing at Derek in your mind for throwing you under the bus, you sip the last of your iced coffee and, with hopefully a calm scent, you say, “Manager Sejin, I may be human, but hybrids are also allowed and deserve the same respect and rights to comfort and care. I know that I suggested this option to Derek before hearing about the recent incident with Playmate Korea.” You take a breath and look him in the eyes, “However, I do believe in it even more now. The meeting would be in our hybrid-friendly conference room with a one-way mirror and shared circulation. This setup will allow the members who are interested in a playmate to meet while allowing the guarded packmates the ability to scent and see the humans as well as the reactions of their pack. We do not intend to cause any complications between the pack and force them all to accept whomever we deem ‘worthy enough’ because it will not bode well for anyone. I am sure the Alpha of the pack is just as concerned with their packmates being comfortable in a foreign country as he is with protecting them in that same country. If they do not agree on any playmates at the end of the meetings, then it will be with no stone unturned, and it will be the best thing for the pack. While I know this is a business, and your idols leaving without a playmate would be a potential loss for our company. I will not allow any further actions from any department within Playmate Services Incorporated to cause issues with this or other idol groups to the best of my ability during their visit to the United States.” Unknown to you, your scent has turned into a burning but not unpleasant version of itself. Showing both hybrids how serious and determined you are to have the idols taken care of properly and how upset you are at the Korean division. 

“Manager Sejin,” a voice comes from the phone he placed on the table. Both you and Derek’s eyes widen in shock at hearing the voice and zero in on the phone. “We land at 1:30 pm tomorrow and will immediately meet you, Mr. Derek, and Miss y/n at Playmate Services. I will let the rest of Bangtan Pack know, and do not worry about Yoongi. I will speak with him before we land. Miss Y/n, I hope you are as honest and trustworthy as you sound.”

“Understood Namjoon-ssi. Thank you for taking this call. We will see you all tomorrow.” The phone beeps into silence as the call ends. 

Did you blab this long rant while THE RM listened? While THE Alpha of BTS was listening? Yes, you did, but you must keep calm and smile professionally at the manager. “Miss y/n. Mr. Kim cannot scent you as I can. I apologize for not informing you that he was on the line, but I could not be more surprised by you and your recommendation. I knew he would have to hear it from your voice before agreeing. As he is the Prime Alpha of BTS, his concerns are just as you said. I will see myself out and to my hotel for the night. I will see you tomorrow, Miss y/n. Mr. Derek.” With a bow that you both quickly reciprocated, he left. 

You slowly take your seat and look at your currently blank notepad. You wrote nothing. Your brain could remember nothing but that you just ranted while RM listened. Alpha Rm… Wait… Prime Alpha??? That means that there is more than one Alpha in BTS. You jump at the feeling of fur along your hands as you look down to see that you have blood on them because you started to pick at your nail beds while you were spiraling. 

“Y/n. Are you okay? You did it. You got them to agree. Y/n, breathe with me, please. Your scent is disappearing. You didn’t do anything wrong. I am so proud of you.” Derek tries to push out his calming scent, which, strangely enough, has helped you in the past, along with the feeling of his tail. He knows you are a K-pop fan with a tattoo memorializing the passing of Moonbin from Astro. Still, he thinks that the whole concept that this is the biggest K-pop group in the world depends on your idea working, along with the expectation now from not just an Alpha but a Prime Alpha, has you, his little human hybrid-supporter, lost as to what to do or how to react. 

Taking a deep breath, you slowly pull your hands from under the fox’s tail and look at Derek, “I didn’t  just blow the whole contract by ranting to the Prime Alpha of BTS?”

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American Mate - (2)

The Playmate Meeting

Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 2 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 3725

Work count for Story: 8141

Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine

Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, m/m, and m/f/m. This chapter does have Bullying, Anxiety, Panic attacks, and Cultural differences.

Story Summary: The Hybrid K-pop group BTS is on tour in America; of course, things don't start out the way they should, but after an encounter with Y/n, things change but will everyone follow Fate?

BTS HYBRID ANIMAL TYPES: Seokjin - Roan Ferret, Yoongi - Black Jaguar, Hoseok - Marten, Namjoon - Alaskan Timber Wolf, Jimin - Red Panda, Taehyung - White Southwest African Tiger, Jungkook - Flemish Giant Rabbit

AMERICAN MATE MASTER LIST / LDYSMFRST MASTER LIST

Sleep was not your friend last night. It was filled with nightmares of the meeting going wrong, a pack of world-famous idols hunting you down, and worse of all, you losing your job, causing you to move back home. Looking at the time, you see that it is barely 5 am. You usually get up at 7 am, so technically, it is not super early, but you are sure you may have had about 3 hours of sleep even after Derek and Evie tried to comfort you yesterday. Getting out of bed, start your morning meditations with your room lit by the Holiday Cookie scented candle you got from your mother last Christmas. You take a pampered shower by spending extra time shaving and using your hybrid-friendly, scent-blocking shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. You take forever to pick out what to wear today because you want to be able to maintain professionalism. At the same time, the nightmare has ingrained in your brain that you would need to be ready to run away if something terrible happened. You gotta love how anxiety can control you like that over something that may never happen, yet the reality of feral hybrids makes it an actual thing that could happen. This possibility caused you to pick high-waisted black pants that belled after the knee (a.k.a. Professional looking get the fuck out of here running pants),  with a deep purple peasant lace top, a black under-tank top, and a half-sleeve black sports coat. Usually, you wore some kind of slight heel in the name of professionalism and gender conformity. Still, today, you decided that your black slight platform combat boots, which made you feel like a badass, would give you a confidence boost and make it easier to run, or so you hoped. Forgoing your typical breakfast, due to nerves, you just drink a vanilla java energy drink and catch the train to work. 

You arrive at work with about 10 minutes to spare, giving you time to boot up the computers in all the offices and make a coffee in the breakroom for everyone. Idle hands are the Devil's work or Anxiety’s playground in your case.  Derek arrives right on time with his best friend Lily, who is also a Fox hybrid and works in the IT department. Both speed walk to the breakroom, taking advantage of the hot coffee before returning to your desk, smelling the air slightly. “Ah... Derek, I can smell the fresh coffee and you, but I do not smell y/n.” Lily states while looking you over from head to toe as you stand at your desk putting out sign-in sheets and additional pens. “Missy, what's with the scent? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, missy. What is going on? Are you still worried about today? Your raccoon eyes are worse than Stephen’s, and he is a raccoon hybrid! You didn’t sleep, did you?” Derek rambles, pulling you to stop what you are doing and making you look at him, his tail resting on your leg in concern.

“Good morning to you both, too. I did not sleep well but showered today with hybrid-friendly, scent-blocking products. I did not want to interfere with the matching process this afternoon since, after yesterday’s meeting, it is clear that I am expected to be here. We all know I have difficulty keeping my scent in check, and with how uncontrolled it was yesterday, I figured today would not be much better. I plan on putting on makeup before the clients arrive so I don’t look like I was part of Stephen’s collective when they arrive. Thank you very much.” You huff out while trying to find any way to keep your mind busy.

“Oh my. They must have you on edge. Maybe it is a good idea you smell like nothing. Are you wearing your ass-kickers today too? Though I will say, you look hot in that. It's kind of professional and boss-bitch all rolled into one. Yeah. Hot.” You giggle at Lily’s comments. Lily has always been the one out of the group of friendly coworkers that does not have a filter. Their life was not an easy one before their emancipation. The owner trained them to be a pleasure fox for other clients. After a more brutal visit from a regular client, the urgent care hybrid doctor realized that Lily was born male but raised to think and act as if they were a female. Hybrid Protective Services took them away from the current owner that same day. Then, they were taken to a facility for a few years to receive therapy and care to understand what the former owner did was a felony and what their new life choices were, and they eventually found employment here at PMS. Lily has been through a lot but has deemed themselves to be non-binary.  After 17 years of being a girl, they are still more comfortable in feminine clothing. On rare occasions, they will also wear masculine clothing. So, to be respectful at the office, we observe what Lily is wearing that day to know how to address Lily comfortably. Today is a Miss Lily day.

“Thank you, Miss Lily. Yes, these are my ass-kickers. I needed the extra sass today to help me through. I appreciate your compliments.” Turning your attention to Derek, “I was able to send emails from home last night. Don’t start.” Putting up your hand because you know he was about to get on you for working from home again. “I could not sleep. Besides, this gave me something to focus on and not spiral as far. Anyway, I emailed all available Korean-speaking male and female playmates. As of about a half hour ago, I have five confirmations of attendance and one denial, which included a resignation because their family figured out what they did for work and did not want them working as a playmate anymore.”

“That is not too bad. It sucks that we are losing one, but we all understand that family comes first, and though this work is legal, there are still some old-time sticklers who believe otherwise. The ones that are good to go are all set to come in at 2:30 pm, then? Neutral clothing, natural scents only, and have eaten prior?” Derek asks, morphing into his work mode. 

“I have them coming here at 11 am to go over their NDA again with lunch provided. This is potentially our biggest high-end client contract, and I wanted to ensure they remember ALL the policies and consequences. I will also utilize the locker room to keep all electronics and personal items away from the conference rooms as an extra safety net.” Taking a deep breath, you level your sight at Derek and Lily, “this could be the best or worst thing for the US Branch. I will not let it go south because of someone turning into a sasaeng or freaking out about meeting some of the members of BTS today.” 

“BTS!?!” Lily exclaims with their tail fluffing out, eyes bouncing between you and Derek while their ears stand tall. “No Way! JK and Agust D will be here today?!?!”

“Lily… you are banned from the area if you act like this, but yes, they should both be here. However, if yesterday's meeting was any indication, Mr. Min does not want anything to do with this. So please calm down. Keep your scent in check, or hide in your IT closet for the rest of the day. If you don’t think you can do this, go home. “You say, standing and taking Lily’s hands in yours. “I know you love them and mean well, but I cannot have this go any further sideways than it already is.”

Rolling their eyes but smiling, “Harsh Y/n. It's understandable but harsh. I guess I will lock myself in the IT closet for the day.”  Giggling under their breath, Derek and Lily make their way to their respective offices, and your day starts.

The meeting with the playmates went well. All points were covered, new NDAs were signed, everything electronic was locked away, and lunch was served. Derek happily chats with some of the playmates and shares some of BigHit's requests, and a slightly nervous energy starts to fill the room, as it always does before any playmate/client meeting. However, it may be higher this time because everyone knows who they will meet. You trust them all to remain professional. 

Again, you avoid eating anything for fear of vomiting all over the idols when they come. Making your way out of the room, you excuse yourself to fix your makeup and sit at your desk, waiting for the clients to arrive. Deep breathing exercises and some calm music help settle you down before you hear the ding of the elevator doors and the multiple footsteps falling on the floor announcing their arrival before the office doors open. Opening your eyes and smiling brightly, your professional persona takes over like always.

“Hello and welcome to Playmate Service Incorporated USA Idol division. My name is y/n,” you say in Korean, standing and bowing at the waist. After a beat, you hear silence as BTS stands there looking at you, shocked to be greeted so respectfully in their native language. They return the bow with their eyes still on you. The group is covered head to toe in designer clothes, hats, and facemasks, allowing you only to see their eyes. 

Looking over at Manager Sejin, who is dressed similarly to how he was yesterday, bowing again to him, you continue in Korean, “Manager Sejin, it is a pleasure to see you again. All arrangements have been made, and the conference room is waiting. If you will, please follow me.” Gesturing to follow you down the hall, you briefly look back to the group of hybrids. You catch the narrow eyes of one of the two shorter members, and your spine tingles. God, you hope the scent-blocking products are working. 

Switching back to English out of nerves and limited knowledge of the Korean language, you speak to the group, “The conference room where you will meet the potential playmates is specialized for hybrids. It has a one-way mirror with couches, tables, and shared air circulation. As a group, it will be up to you who will be allowed in the main room where the playmates will be and who will remain in the observation room. Since you are an established pack, no other hybrids will be allowed to enter either space and human contact will be limited to the playmates. Our fox hybrid, Mr. Gulley, will draw up the contact in a separate conference room if you choose a playmate today, and I, human, will remain out of the rooms but available should you need anything. We hold your bond with great respect.” Stopping in front of two side doors, you gesture to the one on the left, “this is the observation room. You may start there and discuss in private who will be moving to the main meeting room.” You point to the door to the right. “Please also discuss if you want to meet them one at a time or together. We only have four females and one male playmate, which are currently not contracted. Next week, we will have two more males you can meet if you do not find a compatible playmate today.” While you share the information, you see the members looking at each other and then back at you in glances and hushed but sharp tones of speaking murmur after you stop with your speech. Attempting to remain as calm as possible while wishing you had a hybrid hearing ability, you still feel like your nightmare of being hunted is going to come to life. 

Slowly and intentionally, one of the members stands to his full height, stepping forward and removing his mask; you see that the RM is now observing you with sharp eyes. “Miss Y/n, meeting you after hearing your opinion over the phone yesterday is a pleasure. I am Kim Namjoon, Prime Alpha and Alaskan Timber Wolf hybrid. I,” a low growl is heard from behind him, “We have a few questions for you.”

Glancing behind him to the group, which remains covered other than their eyes, you see variations of confusion, concern, caution, and maybe …is that hope? Glancing at Manager Sejin and back to the Prime Alpha before you. You smile politely and nod, not trusting your voice.

“Firstly, Manager Sejin warned… Well, he informed us of your strong scent and inability to control it as a human, but none of us can smell it. Are you hiding something from us?” He questions you with narrow eyes and shifts into a more protective stance, blocking you from seeing the rest of the pack as much as possible. 

The amount of energy pouring off of the hybrid is astonishing. No wonder their concerts are so much hype. Shaking your head gently and trying not to stutter, “No, Sir. Mr. Kim, I know of my inability to control my scent very well. Two of my colleagues and my best friend are hybrids. So, I have heard how strong my scent can get at times. Out of respect for your pack, I wanted to not interfere with the process of choosing a playmate and thought it would be best to use scent-blockering hygiene products by Earthwise today. I do not mean to hide anything from you or your pack.” Bowing at the waist at a full 90-degree angle in Korean, you say, “My apologies to you, Prime Alpha, and your pack. I mean no harm or disrespect. Please forgive me.” As you remain in your bow, you hear a higher-pitched whine from someone in the pack, causing you to look up and see a large, toothy grin on the Prime Alpha.

“Miss Y/n, please stand up. You have not caused some great offense. In fact, it is endearing to see someone be so considerate not only in hybrid culture but also in Korean culture. Where did you learn your Korean? You have a Busan tilt to your words, like Jungkook and Jimin.”

Standing and smoothing out your waistline, you nervously giggle and respond again in Korean, “My college roommate was from Busan. She taught me enough to hold short conversations. Actually, I think I learned more from her than I did from the university.” Smiling lightly, you change back to English, “Unfortunately, I am not fluent enough to do much good. However, the playmates some of you will be meeting have all passed and are current with our fluency licensing for being contacted with Korean Idols. So, there is not going to be a communication issue for any of the pack. I made sure of that.”

“Thank you for that, Miss Y/n. The pack spoke before coming here.  Seokjin, Jungkook, Teahyung, and Jimin are the ones who want a playmate for this trip. Hoseok, Yoongi, and myself will observe. Of course, as Prime Alpha, I will be included in any contracts, but Yoongi and Hoseok will be excluded from any may come about from your office.” Smiling to yourself, the Rap line does not want a playmate; interesting. Nodding your head, you open the door to the observation room, allowing Hoseok and Namjoon to walk in. Yoongi starts to walk in, then stops next to you briefly before continuing in. When closing the door, you look at the remaining members and open the meeting room doors for them.

“Miss y/n, I am Seokjin, Alpha Roan Ferret hybrid. Namjoon said you can bring all the playmates at once, but please excuse the male one, as he will not be accepted due to territory issues.”

“Mr. Kim, pleasure. I understand and will bring them over in a moment. Please get settled; bottles of water and fruits are on the table for your enjoyment.” Bowing slightly, you watch his feet enter the room before standing and starting the meeting process.

“Minnie! Jinnie! Did you see her? She is so pretty! Why is she not a playmate? Can’t we take her? I bet she smells so nice.” Jungkook rambles excitedly to Jimin while tugging on his arm and removing his mask, following the lead of his hyungs.

“Yah! That’s my arm you are trying to rip off Muscle Bunny. But you are right, she is gorgeous. She did seem rather nervous though. You could feel her nervous energy rolling off her and whenever her eyes seemed to show her overthinking, she looked like she was trying not to shake from it all.” Taking a seat next to Taehyung and Seokjin. “Hyung, what do you think of Miss Y/n?”

“I think you both are right, but she is not a playmate, so stop focusing on who you cannot have and pay attention to who you can when they come in.” Looking at the one-way mirror, he says, “Unless there is something that Joonie can do to make it happen, it would be a big request.”

In the other room, Yoongi had taken a seat in the far corner, removing his mask but keeping his eyes pinned at the office door, black jaguar tail tip flicking back and forth with agitation. Namjoon and Hoesek, also having removed their masks, observe him cautiously. “Yoongi, are you okay with being here? Manager Sejin can take you back to the hotel?” Namjoon asks, worried that he is too much into his hybrid mindset at the moment. When they met with Miss Y/n, his scent had changed to something that none of the pack had expected to smell for a long time: fascination. 

All the ears in both rooms twitch to the sound of the conference room door opening and the potential playmates entering. They are all beautiful and could easily walk the runways in New York Fashion Week. Blonde, auburn, and two black-haired women introduce themselves in proper Korean. Their conversational skills are on par as expected, and the energy seems to flow easily. You can tell they are professionals. However, it is not the playmates that have Namjoon concerned as the smell of burning wood starts to fill the observation room and flow into the other, drawing the attention of the rest of the pack. Seokjin, Jimin, and Jungkook continue to speak with the playmates but their hybrid ears are listening to the other office. Namjoon and Hoseok turn again to look at Yoongi, “Hyung, are you okay?”

“I don’t like any of them. I don’t want any of them around the pack. The blonde is a fake. The redhead has a stick up her ass. The black-haired women are too cocky. These are not good for the pack, Namjoon.” Yoongi states, glaring at the one-way mirror and then up at Namjoon. “Do what you can to fulfill our bun’s request. If it will help the pack, Hoesek and I will join the contract, too.”

“What? I will? I wasn’t going to have a play…” Turning to face Yoongi and getting a leveling glare from the jaguar stops Hoesek's complaint. “Umm… yeah, I will join a pack-companion contract.”

Yoongi is restless. He has not felt anything like this before. It worries him because you are not expected, and if it is what he thinks it is, then he is concerned about why the rest of the pack does not seem to respond the same way. BTS is a bonded pack, so they all were mates, and if another mate were to join them, each of them should feel the connection. The only one who seemed to show any major additional interest was Jungkook, and he was a Flemish Giant Rabbit, so liking someone was not uncommon due to his hybrid half. He took a liking to almost any living thing. He was also a very young Alpha Buck, and even when he joined the BTS pack, he took some convincing that he was also a mate and not just a pack member they needed for the K-pop group. 

Unable to keep still without wanting to claw at the furniture, Yoongi stands, walks out of the office, running right into you. Knocking you off balance, you fall. Instinctively, you reach out to catch yourself with most of your weight on your right hand because you land awkwardly.  Glancing down, next to your left hand is another left hand with very prominent veins running under the skin. You find your waist circled in a short-haired black tail and an arm around your chest like you are being hugged from behind. While your right wrist stings a little, you are relatively unscathed. Hearing a bit of commotion behind you and a jumble of English and Korean versions of ‘Are you okay? What happened?” you hear sniffing just below your left ear, followed by a faint growl you feel through your back from the chest pressed against you. “Sweet peas. So that is what Miss Y/n’s scent is.”  At that, your heart races as you quickly gain your wits. You attempt to stand while fixing your hair, not as gracefully as you would have wanted while trying not to wince at the pain in your right wrist. You are sure your face is fire engine red and your breath is uneven. You turn around to face the whole pack and half the office, all while trying to avoid the eyes of the owner of the black tail standing right next to you. Your gaze stops when you see the smirks on the playmates' faces. 

“Y/n, what are you doing, throwing your weight around like that? You are going to hurt the clients. Maybe you should have stayed at your desk and not paced the hall,” one of the playmates scoffs, followed by a round of chuckles from the rest and some underbreath comments of looking like a little piggy with how red your face is. Looking at the ground, you mumble an apology in a mix of English and Korean, bow, then bolt out of the hall into the farthest corner of the breakroom. Hiding your face from the world as the tears of embarrassment, of disgust with yourself, and of pain take over your being.

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American Mate - (3)

Following Instincts

Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 3 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 3970

Work count for Story: 12111

Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine

Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, m/m, and m/f/m. This chapter does have Injury, Anxiety, Panic attacks, comfort, and Cultural differences.

BTS HYBRID ANIMAL TYPES: Seokjin - Roan Ferret, Yoongi - Black Jaguar, Hoseok - Marten, Namjoon - Alaskan Timber Wolf, Jimin - Red Panda, Taehyung - White Southwest African Tiger, Jungkook - Flemish Giant Rabbit

AMERICAN MATE MASTER LIST / LDYSMFRST MASTER LIST

Outside the break room, Yoongi is in Alpha space, catching your scent of sweet peas as it changes into a moldy pea soup smell after the comment from the redheaded playmate. Turning with a low and threatening growl, Yoongi’s eyes have gone to his hybrid's bright golden-yellow cat eyes as he blocks you from their sight. Zeroing in on the playmates, tail raised and puffed out, tip twitching back and forth with a snap of irritation, making them all step back and quiet down. Hearing you murmur something in his native tongue and then the frantic footsteps, Yoongi snaps his head to watch your fleeing form disappear into a room down the hall. Taking a quick look back at the playmates, office staff, and then his pack, Yoongi huffs and quickly follows you, unable to fight his Alpha instincts.

The rest of the BTS packmates follow their bonded one closely behind as they feel his need to protect you from the others in the office. Namjoon catches Yoongi by the shoulder, stopping him from attempting to enter the room where you sought refuge. The rest of the pack forms a barricade around their Prime Alpha and packmate, who has entered Alpha space. They all are standing on guard, facing the rest of the people in the office, watching closely for any danger, and keeping the rude humans away. 

“Yoongi, you need to give her space. Remember, she is human and might get scared of your Alpha. What is happening? I need you to get enough control to explain what is happening?” Namjoon calmly speaks to his older packmate. Pushing out calming scents, trying to bring him out of his Alpha space with soothing strokes along his shoulder and back. “Can you come back and explain why you are protecting Miss Y/n?”

Barreling into the front of the group of observers with his tail bushed out and scent-smelling concerned, Derek comes up to the defensive line of BTS, “You have to let me get to her. You have to let me help calm down Y/n. Can’t you scent her distress? She is not doing okay by herself. You can even smell her over the scent-blockers!  I am the closest thing she has to a family. Please let me in to make sure she is okay. Please.”

 One of Yoongi’s black jaguar ears twitch back, hearing the urgency in Derek’s voice. He looks at Namjoon, takes a deep breath, and closes his eyes. After a few seconds, he turns to Derek with normal dark eyes, taking in his shifty behaviors and now partly distressed scent. 

Shaking his head slowly to Namjoon, Yoongi steps between his packmates and face-to-face Derek. “You are the closest thing to her family?”

“Yes, She and I were hired together when they decided to start this branch. We work together and spend time together at my den or her apartment. I do my best to protect her from situations like this because of her past. I normally try to keep her away from the playmates in general so things like this do not happen."

"She is only here today because we could not convince her otherwise since in the meeting yesterday with your Manager and what was said on the phone. She was bullied a lot before, and while it is not something that is okay, unfortunately, it still happens to this day. I really tried but I couldn’t do anything to keep her away. She had to be here even with little to no sleep and nightmares."

Bowing slightly but keeping an eye on the pack, Derek demandingly pleads, "Now, please, Mr. Min, please let me pass. Everyone can smell that something has happened. I think she is hurt in more ways than one.”  

The last comment got the attention of the whole pack on him, and everyone looked concerned. Several eyes flashed as their hybrid halves showed their displeasure with the news. Yoongi continued to fight his Alpha instincts with a deep growl and even breaths.

“How can you tell?” Namjoon asks from next to the door. He can smell something, but it tells him nothing since he has never smelt Y/n.

“That moldy smell. Like veggies gone bad?” The hybrids start sniffing, searching for the smell, and scrunching their noses once it hits. “That is why I know something is not right. Y/n, her scent turns like that when she is hurt. I am not sure if it is just emotional but it could be physical too. I can’t tell how bad it is because the scent-blocking measures she took for your arrival are still dulling it down.  Now again. Let me in to help my friend. I may be a Beta but she is like a pack member to me and I protect her like it.”

“Fine, but I am going in with you. I was the one who knocked into her and failed to keep her from falling. My Alpha instincts have gone haywire and I have the need to protect her,” his eyes glaring back at the playmates, “ from certain people here while ensuring she is okay and make amends for my mistake.” Yoongi states without room for argument, moving to the side, nodding to his packmates to make room for them. Once the two are through, the pack retakes their defensive stance, keeping everyone else out. 

Knocking on the door, Derek calls out softly as he opens it, entering and looking around the room to spot your shaking frame in the farthest and darkest corner. Namjoon shuts the door for privacy and protection while he stands guard just outside, with one ear listening to what is happening inside the room and one ear on the rest of the office. His mind racing from the powerful wave of rotten scent that has built up in the room.

The scent is much more robust in this room. The scent-blocking measures no longer mask your distress and pain. This causes Derek and Yoongi to whine at the smell and quickly move to your side. Derek pulled you into a tight embrace, pushing his scent out and over you and scenting the top of your head while murmuring soft, reassuring words. Yoongi comforts you with his own calming scents, pushing down the desire to pry you out of Derek’s hold to take you into his own. Much to their relief, your tears slow, and your breathing calms after what feels like hours.

“Derek, my nightmares, they came true. I ruined everything. I should have stayed away. I should have been looking where I was going. Reina was right. The one with the black tail, did I hurt him? He... He tried catching me. Me! I weigh a ton.” 

At that last comment, a deep growl resounds from behind you. It takes half a second to realize it is not from the hybrid holding you. Catching your breath and snapping your mouth shut, you cautiously peek through your hair to look behind you to see none other than Mr. Min Yoongi, who turns out to be the owner of said black tail, now snapping to and fro with irritation. 

“Shit,” you mumble under your breath, your mind racing to figure out a way to get out of this situation without causing any further damage and how best to word your resignation letter.

“Miss Y/n, let us address a few things. Firstly, you do NOT weigh a ton, nor will you ever refer to yourself in that manner again. Secondly, I am not injured, nor could you injure me, as I AM an Alpha in my own right and am stronger than I look, even if I am not the Prime Alpha of the Bangtan Pack.” Yoongi’s eyes flashed a different color.

You shrink down to try to make yourself smaller. Seeing your reaction and realizing that his Alphal is trying to be in control again, he takes another deep breath to calm himself, looking between you and Derek.

 “Lastly, would you be so kind as to allow my Alpha to inspect you for injuries? I came out of the observation room door unannounced and ran into you. I tried to prevent you from falling, but we are close in height, and I could not do much other than take what I hoped was the brunt of the fall.”

Turning more towards him but still staying in the safety of Derek’s hold, you look at him with confusion. “Your Alpha? Like your hybrid-side is not yourself?” Looking over your shoulder at Derek, you see him with a smirk and a chuckle on his lips.

“Missy here,” Derek looks at Yoongi, “has never met an Alpha male before. I am a beta, and her best friend is an omega.” Turning his attention back to you, “Unlike Evie and I, an Alpha has an inner animal that they can change into fully at will and it allows them to go into Alpha space to assist in protecting, hunting, and mating.”

You look at Yoongi with wide eyes, “You turn into a black cat?” 

“I am not a black cat,” he huffs in annoyance, eyes flashing a different color briefly. “I am a Black Jaguar hybrid, and I am trying my best to keep him at bay because he can sense that your emotions have calmed down, but you are still in pain.” 

His eyes roam over your figure, stopping when he notices you are cradling your right wrist. Standing up and motioning to a nearby chair, he asks,  “Please, can I inspect you for injuries? I can see you are being careful with your right hand.”

With a gentle push from behind you, you move to the chair Yoongi gestured to. Derek also stands up but keeps his distance, watching how the two of you interact. Yoongi kneels before you, “I have to let my Alpha see for himself. I promise he will not harm you. Mr. Gulley can attest to that at this point, my Alpha would have much rather hurt himself than you.” 

Glancing at Derek, he nods with a knowing smile while taking a seat a few tables over. Taking a moment to collect yourself, running your good hand through your hair and fixing your shirt, you look down at the hybrid. With a slight smirk, he looks at you with kind eyes,  “Miss Y/n, please allow me to check for injuries. You have no reason to be nervous. You look perfect as you are.” 

Blushing slightly at his words, you nod and tuck your hair behind your ear. You watch him closely as his dark brown eyes slowly change into a stunning golden-yellow color, with the pupil elongating into a pointed oval. His ears and tail moved this way and that, never quite settling in one position for very long. Your scent turns slightly back to sweet peas as the sight makes you smile softly. 

Cautiously, Yoongi kneels closer to you to become within reaching distance. Taking your left ankle gently in his hand, he rotates it, bends your leg at the knee, and sniffs at each joint. He repeats the process with the other side as well. Finding that nothing in your legs seems to be hurting, he looks at your face again with a short, pleased chirping sound. 

Scooting a little closer, he reaches out to your left hand, bends your elbow, feels along your fingers one by one, then rotates your wrist and again seems to sniff along the joints. 

You fidget in your seat, knowing what comes next will hurt, but you don't know how the hybrid in front of you will react. Noticing your movements and the slight change in your scent, Yoongi wraps his tail around your ankle to offer support. A slight sense of pride fills him when your scent calms down at his gesture of comfort, even if you do not realize it. 

Taking your right hand, he follows the same steps, pausing slightly before he rotates your wrist. You let out a yelp of pain and bite your bottom lip as you try to pull your hand out of his grip, which only causes him to hold it just a little bit tighter with one hand while the other quickly reaches to the nape of your neck to bring you into an awkward hug. Your head is now resting on his shoulder with your nose breathing against his neck, your good hand going to his side and gripping his shirt. 

Once the pain has dulled, you realize you smell the rain, not like fresh rain but like petrichor or the earth after a good downpour. It is comforting and relaxes you even more until you hear a soft chuffing noise and remember who you are smelling. 

Pulling away, you shyly look back at Yoongi, still observing you with golden-yellow eyes and holding your wrist firm but gently. “Umm... I think I just landed on it wrong. Just some ice and pain meds should be okay. I will be good as new tomorrow,” you say with a false smile, trying to play it off as no big deal.

However, Yoongi’s ears flatten, and his feline eyes narrow at you while nodding down to your wrist. Following his line of sight, you now see that your wrist is slightly swollen and is covered with a lovely purple color. “Okay, maybe I won’t be as good as new tomorrow.”

Derek stands up and approaches the two of you to see the damage done. Taking a sharp breath, he looked at Yoongi and froze, noting that the Alpha was sternly watching his every move. 

“Mr. Min, please remember I am like family, a pack, as you could say, with Y/n. I am also not a mate, nor am I looking to make her one. Will you allow me to get your Prime Alpha and Manager so we can decide how to move forward?”

Outside the breakroom, Mr. Johnson, the director of PMS USA, was informed there was an incident and is now standing with Manager Sejin outside the BTS barrier. He had ordered Reina and the other playmates to be escorted back into the conference room by some other staff. 

Mr. Johnson had hand-picked you to be the friendly first face of PMS because you light up any room you walk into and are always willing to put in the extra time to help make things perfect on or off the clock. 

“Hello, I am the director, I really should go in there and make sure my employee is okay, Manager Sejin,” Mr. Johnson states, glancing at the members of BTS as they continue to block the door and growl at anyone who walks near them. 

“Why are they not letting anyone near the door? I am sorry. I know about hybrids from the symposiums and conferences but rarely interact with many. I typically leave that up to my staff.” Glancing over at the hamster hybrid.

“Namjoon-ssi, do you want me to answer that, or would you like to?” Manager Sejin asks while watching Mr. Johnson. Namjoon redirects his attention from the breakroom to the seemingly incompetent human before him.

Taking a few slow steps forward, Hoseok takes over guarding the break room door. Namjoon comes to stand with his pack, but nearer to Mr. Johnson and Manager Sejin, he says, “Mr. Johnson, we are a pack. More so, we are a pack of Alpha hybrids. Ranging from prey to predator types. We are a bonded pack on top of that, which means it’s all or none. We all are protective of something or someone if one of us feels the need. When one of us is hurt, we are all hurting with them.”

Looking at each of his packmates, Namjoon is filled with a sense of pride. Though they don’t know the extent of what has happened, they still support their mate to the best of their ability in a foreign country without question.

“Yoongi is feeling protective of Miss Y/n because of a few things. Y/n is injured because of an accident caused by Yoongi. She is not in a good emotional state because of your Playmates’ behavior due to the same accident.” He looks back at the Director, trying to maintain a more neutral expression to hide his disdain for the women now in some office somewhere.

“As an Alpha, our animals require us to hold ourselves to a higher standard than others. We like to try and ensure those around us are happy. With a very select few, we want to make sure they are also healthy and protected, among other things. In Yoongi’s Alpha space, he has failed to meet these standards when it comes to Y/n. It is now beyond his control, so to speak, to do anything other than fix his mistakes and ensure Y/n’s safety, recovery, and happiness. This means the Bangtan Pack is now responsible for the same.”

“Oh well. Um. I see. I can reassure you that Playmate Services has a good doctor who can tend to her if she needs one, and of course, she can have the rest of today and even tomorrow off. No need to make a fuss.”

A deep growl rips from behind Namjoon, causing everyone to look and see that Taehyung's eyes have gone crystal blue. His scent of burning ebony wood crashed over the pack. “You seem to be in over your head, Mr. Johnson. You have more than one hybrid working for you, yet you know nothing. Your company's incompetence is allowing bullying. From what one of your staff says, it has been happening for quite some time and yet you do nothing about it. Did you not hear our Prime Alpha tell you that she is ours now. We will take her to get treated by our medical professionals. We will take care of her to ensure she heals properly and regains a better state of mind. Not you.”

“Hyung, it’s okay. Calm down, please. We don’t need two of you in Alpha space right now. It will not help Miss Y/n or Yoongi-hyung.” Jungkook steps up next to Taehyung, scenting his neck gently as his snickerdoodle scent pushes out, causing the blue to flicker back to his natural dark brown. 

With a last glare and a mumbled, “Pathetic, oblivious human.” He moves closer to Hoseok and, in turn, you. Jungkook quickly follows in an attempt to keep the high-tempered White Southwest African Tiger calm and get closer to you as well. 

“You may have misunderstood me, gentlemen. I have tried to deal with the playmates and their disrespectful actions towards Y/n and some of the other staff. Sadly, Reina is a top pick and brings in a lot of money. Since we are the newest and smallest branch, the corporate office wants to refrain from taking any disciplinary actions for fear that she will quit. They think that any of the office staff are replaceable, whereas reliable Playmates are harder to find.”

“Mr. Johnson, while that may be the case prior to today, their bullying has gone too far. Manager Sejin,” Namjoon says, “I believe it would be wise if the director took care of the bullying by the playmates and joined them for the time being. We need a few moments without interruptions to assess what is happening and how the Pack will move forward with this office, if at all.” 

Dismissing the director to be dealt with by Manager Sejin, Namjoon walks back to the door, which is now being guarded by Hoseok, Taehyung, and Jungkook. The scent of snickerdoodle, ebony wood, and lilac mix together with the pack scent of vanilla underneath.

“... can’t tell?”

“Can’t tell what?” Namjoon asks the small group.

“Hobi can’t tell,” replies Jungkook while Taehyung nods in agreement. 

“The boys say that their Alphas are reacting to Y/n but I can’t tell if mine does or not. You spoke to her, stood right in front of her. Namjoon, can you tell?”

“Oh? Hmm, I guess I haven’t really paid attention. After what happened with… you know who… I guess I have been pushing my Alpha to the back as much as I could. I have been focusing on taking care of you guys, my mates, first and I couldn’t do that with him pacing in my head so much. She really tore Yoongi, Join, and Hobi apart inside with what she said. ” 

Namjoon started thinking back to hearing your voice, full of determination and strength, over the phone yesterday. Your care, intention, and respect for the pack that you have shown today. It would be simple to say that his Alpha was comfortable around you, and from how the pack’s scents have been, he wasn’t the only one who was.

“My Alpha is comfortable with y/n, but I wouldn’t say that he is reacting in any particular way.”

A soft whine leaves Jungkook. “Why do the older mates always walk with blinders on? Huh! You need to really let your Alpha look at her. My Alpha hasn’t wanted to look away from her since we walked into the office.”

“Joon, I am with Kookie on this one. While I wasn’t drawn in right away, I trust Yoongi's Alpha not to react this way with just anyone. So when he ran after her, I was the closest one to the door and before the pack’s scent took over, I could smell vanilla with something rotten. At first, I thought it was a candle or something, but I looked around. There are no candles.”

Taehyung’s comment on smelling vanilla caught the attention of Jimin and Seokjin. Turning to join the conversation while still trying to maintain the barrier, Jimin speaks up.

“So it wasn’t just me. When Yoongi and that man went in, I smelled vanilla with almost a compost-like smell. After that, my Alpha wanted nothing but to keep everyone, human or hybrid, away from this door. He is really fighting to be at the front.”

“I figured that our muscle bunny was just leaning into his instincts of being a bunny when he was speaking about Y/n in the conference room. Yet it didn’t explain to me why my Alpha felt awkward at her bowing to me when I spoke to her before going into the room.” Seokjin commented with a stern but thoughtful look. 

“Wait, wait, wait!” Hoseok moves away from the door slightly, his expression confused and frustrated. “Are you telling me that you have all had some kind of reaction from your Alphas for the human lady behind the door? Some of you smelled vanilla, too?”

They all look at Hoseok and then at Namjoon, waiting for them to come to the same conclusion. After a few tense moments had passed, it was like a lightbulb went off over Hoseok's head as his lilac scent burst with a bit more hints of rose and vanilla. Everyone now focuses on Namjoon.

Namjoon’s head is racing over every moment that has happened since walking in the door. As Prime Alpha, his responsibilities for the pack are more significant than others, and with what the boys are hinting at, the next few moments will change so much. 

“Her reactions were top-notch with our pack, and her showing an exceeding amount of respect to the packmates could be just her professionalism.” More whines and a few soft growls are heard. Looking up, Namjoon makes eye contact with each of his mates standing before him. 

“However, only the vanilla scent can mean one thing which won’t be easy for the human woman.” Taking a deep breath, the pack turned their attention to the door.

“We have an American Mate.”

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American Mate - (4)

First Case of Alpha Space

Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 4 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 4132

Work count for Story: 16,244

Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine

A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children. One of which is special needs, and on 3/28, they lost 75% of their vision. I have had to take time off work to accommodate many MANY doctor appointments. I started a Ko-fi if you feel the heart to donate towards helping with the medical costs of appointments, medication, and modifications to the house, which insurance doesn't cover.

Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, m/m, and m/f/m. This chapter does have Injury, Anxiety, Panic attacks, comfort, Alpha Space, and Cultural differences.

BTS HYBRID ANIMAL TYPES: Seokjin - Roan Ferret, Yoongi - Black Jaguar, Hoseok - Marten, Namjoon - Alaskan Timber Wolf, Jimin - Red Panda, Taehyung - White Southwest African Tiger, Jungkook - Flemish Giant Rabbit

AMERICAN MATE MASTER LIST / LDYSMFRST MASTER LIST

Is it really that big of a deal that you got hurt? My god, you were 35 already. You have never lived a sheltered life. You have had your fair share of broken bones, twisted ankles, scrapes, and bruises. 

You are always going on adventures, riding horses, and climbing things you probably should not be climbing. The external scars you bear are associated with stories that are good conversation starters when you feel like showing them. 

Things would be difficult for a while because you are right-handed. You have a few days of sick time saved up that you can use to start with. Hopefully, this will help you gain some kind of compliance from your award left hand. 

Work, however, is going to be the hard part. Luckily, your work is typically done on electronics, meaning nothing has to be handwritten. Even if you tried to write left-handed, no one could read it. You would bet money doctors had better writing than you did. Dictation software to save the day!

Hearing Derek’s voice broke you out of your thoughts regarding your near future. Watching him act cautiously while interacting with the other hybrid was interesting. There is clearly a difference in how he acts with Yoongi than Evie. Giggling to yourself at the mention of being a mate with Derek gains the attention of both. 

“Oh, sorry. The thought of being a mate, much less to Derek, was amusing, I guess.” 

You missed the slight frown that briefly graced both men’s faces. Derek thought you were implying he wasn’t mate material, and Yoongi thought you believed you were not worthy of being a mate.                  

“Thanks Y/n. I let you know that I am a catch despite being a Beta. Besides, this isn’t about me right now. We need to get the leadership involved with what to do moving forward. Are you okay if we bring in the others?”

“Yes, please. I need to speak with Director Johnson, fill out an incident report… um or dictate an incident report, and then get to a doctor.” Attempting to stand up, you are blocked by the golden-yellow eyes that have not stopped watching your every move.

”Mr. Min, I need to get some things done and take care of my wrist.”

Yoongi’s eyes narrow, and a soft growl pours through the room, causing your eyes to widen. You look over your shoulder at Derek with a ‘what-the-F-did-I-do’ expression, only to be met with a smirk.

“Y/n, I don’t think you understand what is going on. You haven’t dealt with a situation like this before. You may love hybrids but you still have limited interactions with our culture and this dynamic.”

Walking backward toward the door, Derek continues, “With the state of mind that Mr. Min is in, it might be best if a packmate explains.”

Derek opens the break room door to face Hoseok, Teahyung, Namjoon, and Jungkook, who are all staring. “Oh, Hi there.”

Then, as if someone had turned the mute off, they all started talking simultaneously. 

“Is Yoongi-hyung dropped yet?”

“그 사람 괜찮아요?”

“Why does she still smell hurt?”

“Wait, wait, wait, please,” Derek puts his hands up, motioning to stop.

“I do not know Korean for one and for two Mr. Min has gone into full non-verbal Alpha Space and I  am not sure he will be coming out of it anytime soon. However, one of you should go in to handle the situation  and she needs to talk with Director Johnson.”

At the mention of the director, a low growl came from Taehyung, causing Derek to take a step back and lower his eyes in an automatic response to a displeased Alpha.

The scent of calming leather gently flows over the group at the door as Namjoon steps forward. His mind is still reeling a million miles a second with you being their mate and you being injured. To top it off, Yoongi is on a deep level of Alpha Space.

“Sorry about that. I can come in, but the director is busy at the moment dealing with the playmates, corporate office, and Manager Sejin,” Namjoon apologizes as he enters the room.

He follows Derek to where his packmate and Y/n are situated at a table. Taehyung and Jungkook follow quickly.

They both kneel respectfully behind Yoongi. Their Alphas recognize that Yoongi is currently in charge of you, and it would be unwise to display anything that could be considered a threat by approaching you too quickly.

They both need to be close to you, and their instincts to be with their injured mate drive their actions. Looking you over for injuries, their eyes resting on your wrist with furrowed brows and set jaws. 

Taehyung’s eyes change to crystal blue as his tail flickers almost in time with Yoongi’s as he slips into Alpha Space. 

“Namjoon-hyung, Y/n is hurt. She needs a hospital, I think,” Jungkook says, his ears standing straight up on his head, one-pointedly focused on you and the other twitching between his Prime Alpha and the door. 

“It is not that big of an issue, Mr. Jeon, Mr. Min, and Mr. Kim.” Looking up from the trio in front of you and addressing the Prime Alpha, “Sir, I have specific protocols to follow due to company procedure. I have to talk with the Director.” 

A growl from one of the men in front of you freezes your words, unsure of what you did to cause their reactions. Internally, you groan because it seems all you get from them are growls, as if you vex them more than you humanly possible. 

“Miss Y/n, we have already talked to Director Johnson,” Namjoon says with a look of distaste. 

“He has been informed that you are now under the care of Bangtan Pack following hybrid customs.  It would be wise to refrain from talking about him at the moment, he did not leave a good impression with the pack.”

Your brows scrunch in confusion, making the hybrids want to coo at your cute face. Clearing his throat (aka his mind), Namjoon continues, “We have more pressing matters to attend to besides paperwork.” 

“You are injured, and we have to get you to a doctor. Manager Sejin is currently contacting one of our personal physicians that we normally use while on tour to have you treated.”

“What? Why would I use your doctor? I can just go to the local clinic.” Your scent spikes almost like a heavy perfume with anxiety with the flashbacks of your nightmare. 

“Please, I have taken up much of your time, and caused enough problems as it is. I can take care of myself. I don’t want to be a bother.”

At your words, you are surrounded by multiple growls and watched by now golden-yellow, crystal blue, and smokey gray eyes. Scooting back in the chair, you nervously ask, “Derek, what did I do?”

“Y/n, you really don’t get it do you? For as smart as you are, sometimes you can be oblivious.” He smiles and shakes his head, stepping back from the group and heading towards the door.

“Mr. Kim, as Prime Alpha, you might want to explain what is happening and what she should be expecting. Mind you, she has been fiercely independent for the last 15 years of her life.”

“I wish you the best with her. It won’t be easy, trust me, I know. Good Luck.” Derek bows slightly to Namjoon once he reaches the break room door.

Looking at you again, this time with a smile filled with adoration for his best friend and what he thinks your future may hold, Derek says, “Relax and have fun.” Then he turns and leaves the room. 

As Derek leaves the room, he smiles at the remaining pack guarding the door. “Mr. Kim, Mr. Jung, and Mr.Park, I think your human does not understand what is happening.”

“Our human? So you know?” Seokjin questions with wide, cautious eyes.

Derek looks over his shoulder at the closed break room door. “At first, I thought it was just a typical Alpha reaction with him being the cause of Y/n getting injured, but his care and gentleness seemed to come from somewhere deeper. Add on the fact that your other two are fighting Alpha space. It would be hard to miss.”

“The other two?” someone asks.

Shaking his head, Derek looks back at the remaining three. “Yes, the younger Mr. Kim and Mr. Jeon’s Alphas surfaced just before I left. Your Prime Alpha is going to try to sort things out, but he may need some back up.”

“Meanwhile I am going to find our boss and see what needs to be done before you all run  away with her.” Derek leaves the pack to mull over the new information.

“Tae has never been one to control his Alpha well when one of us is hurt. I am not surprised if he slipped once near her. Kook always runs on instinct too, so it makes sense he slipped as well,” Seokjin contemplates. 

“Should we stay out here? Miss y/n’s pack member said it would be better to go in and help Namjoon? Three of us in Alpha space with an injured mate is not going to be easy,” Hoseok adds. 

Nibbling on his lower lip, Jimin thinks of ways to handle the situation. Even though he is one of the younger packmates, keeping the pack calm is his gift. 

He just doesn’t know how to handle you yet, especially since you don’t know what you mean to the pack.

“Good, at least three of you are here, and I assume the rest have made their way into the room with Miss Y/n,” Manager Sejin says while walking up to the group. 

“I have spoken with Big Hit, the Director at Playmate Service Incorporated, and Dr. Blackwell. Everyone is onboard and the doctor is ready to go.”

“Thank you,” Seokjin says, feeling relief that no one seems to be fighting this. “Namjoon is in with the rest of the pack and Miss Y/n, we should go in. From what Mr. Gulley says, Miss y/n does not seem to understand the situation to the fullest. I just hope that Namjoon can clear some things up.”

“Relax and have fun? What does he mean by that?” You mumble as you glare at the now-closed door that one of your best friends just shut. 

He willingly left you with four Alpha male idols. 

Three of them are kneeling on the floor with non-human eyes, and the Prime Alpha, looking around the room like the way to explain what's happening is painted on the walls.

Taking a breath, you say, “Mr. Kim, Prime Alpha… Sir. Derek is right. I have no actual experience with Alphas. I can tell that there must be some kind of instinctual drive going on, and there are trigger words or actions.”

“I don’t want to cause any more trouble than I already have. What do I do to make it easier for your pack?”

At your words, the kneeling Alphas gave a multitude of pleasant chirps. You looked at the three of them, a little confused. They seemingly smiled and made almost the same sound at what you said.

Okay, so they can growl and chirp. Your curiosity spikes when you think of what other animal-like sounds they can make as hybrids.

Drawing your attention back to him, Namjoon finds the words to explain what is happening, “Miss Y/n, you have done so much to help the Bangtan Pack feel welcome today.”

With a gentle smile, he continues, “So please relax, you have not caused any trouble, and we highly doubt that you will.” 

Thinking to himself, ‘At least, not in the way you seem to be thinking.’

“Alpha’s run with a higher level of instinct than your Beta packmember. As an Alpha, Yoongi instinctually feels responsible for your injury. In order to calm that instinct, a few things will most likely need to happen.” 

Watching as you seem to sit up with interest, he continues, “First things first, he and his Alpha need to get at least your injury treated.”

“He has to be the one to take me to get it treated? I can’t have him go with me to the clinic! There are fans and sasaengs and the media! What about your schedule? You always hear about the tight schedules Idols have and you have already spent all afternoon here over this.”

You start panicking about the hordes of people you hear about following the band around. God, the amount of bad publicity that would come from catching you and THE Suga of BTS at a clinic. You can’t imagine what nonsense they would come up with?

Your scent goes into an even heavier version; it takes on an almost alcoholic aspect. The kneeling Alphas instinctually send out calming pheromones while moving closer. 

Yoongi’s tail, still wrapped around your ankle, tightens while he gently rubs the back of your injured hand, which he is cradling protectively. 

Taehyung starts to purr softly, hoping that the sound will comfort you. 

Jungkook, on instinct alone, scoots up to your left side, nudges his head under your left hand, and rests on your leg.

The feeling of Jungkook’s head on your leg snaps you out of your thoughts and brings you back into the room. You hold still as you start to recognize similar comforting behaviors the Alphas are doing with those that Evie always does, allowing you to take a deep breath.

“Sorry. I was raised to take care of myself and not impose on others.”

“Miss Y/n, you are not imposing. Again, Yoogni ran into you while rushing out of the room, and it's his responsibility to make amends. Actually, as a bonded pack, it is our responsibility, too.”

“The pack? Like all of you? Is this why they are all like this, with their eyes and stuff?” 

Absent-mindedly, you run your fingers through Jungkook’s hair, softly scratching his scalp, soothing not only yourself but also the youngest Alpha. 

A soft chuckle escapes Namjoons as he watches your instinctual interactions with the youngest mate. “Yes, that is the best way to explain the eyes and stuff, as you put it.”

“Jungkook and Taehyung will find it easier to leave their Alpha Space since they are not the ones responsible for the injury but trying to be supportive to both of you.” 

Hearing a knock on the door, he calls, “Who is it?”

“Namjoon-ssi, it's Manager Sejin. I have some updates and a few questions. Can I enter?” The door opens slightly to reveal it’s him. 

At Namjoon's nod, he enters. The door remains open as the scents in the room are constricting in their density. He is followed by the rest of the pack, who take up guarding now from inside.

“Did you contact everyone?”

“Big Hit and the Corporate Director are on the same page and will follow the hybrid protocol, but details must be discussed once Miss Y/n has met with the doctor,” Manager Sejin reports to the Prime Alpha.

Moving to look at you, he continues, “I contacted Dr. Blackwell, thinking you may be more comfortable with a female doctor.” 

Glancing at the boys surrounding you closely, his scent changes with curiosity. He raises an eyebrow, looking at Namjoon. With a subtle nod, he confirms that something more is happening but does not move to explain.

Looking back at you, he gently smiles, “With the situation at hand, it may be best to limit other males around you until everyone is out of Alpha space. They tend to get territorial. Dr. Blackwell is on standby, ready to assess and treat you once we know where you will be.”

“Why wouldn’t she just come here, or I go to her?”

“Miss Y/n, Dr. Blackwell is a traveling physician. She doesn’t have a permanent office to use but she is well respected in both the human and hybrid communities.”

“Oh, I see. Well, umm…” you look at Namjoon and ask, “What option would be best for your pack?”

Namjoon’s chest puffs slightly at your show of respect to him as the Pack Prime Alpha despite the situation and your pain level. “Not to make you uncomfortable, Miss Y/n, but I think meeting Dr. Blackwell at our AirBnB would be best.”

You take a moment to think, your hand pulsing with pain. They cannot all fit in your flat; it's a mess after you tore through your closet to find the right clothes for today.

They don’t seem to like being here. Instinctually, even Derek and Evie prefer being in their dens when one of the three of you is hurt or sick. 

“Okay. If it is best for the pack, then I will go with you to the AirBnB and see Dr. Blackwell.” 

It’s almost as if a weight is lifted out of the room, allowing the pack to take a breath. 

“Yoon, Kook, and Tae. Can you give Miss Y/n some room? We have to take her to the pack house to see a doctor,” Namjoon says with a firm voice, gaining smiles from the men kneeling on the floor. 

Jungkook stands and curls into the Prime Alpha, his eyes returning to their natural color.

Taehyung rocks back on his heels but remains near. His body is more relaxed and his eyes are still crystal blue, shifting between Yoongi and you in wait.

After watching the two younger Alphas move around, your attention turns to the Jaguar kneeling with expectant but questioning eyes. 

 “Mr. Min, if I promise that you can stay with me, will you let me go get my things and then you can take me to the pack house?”

Yoongi’s face lights up with a gummy smile as he nods. Your breath hitches at the sight. How can the devastatingly handsome rapper look so adorable?

He stands up, his tail unwrapping from your leg. He softly takes both of your hands while he assists you in standing. You smile and mumble a small thanks as you step forward to leave.

“Prime Alpha, do you think I can talk with Derek briefly to let him know what is happening? This way he can talk to the direc… Boss. Talk to the boss and let him know that I am leaving for the day?”

“Yes, talking to him will be fine. He has been established as part of your familial pack and won’t be considered a threat to the pack if he comes around you now,” Namjoon answers, moving out of your way and motioning for the rest to let you pass.

Bowing slightly, “Thank you, Prime Alpha.”

Making it to your desk is more complicated than one would think. 

Yoongi won’t leave your right side, while Taehyung won’t leave your left. Both act like it's code red and someone is trying to assassinate you. Then you have the rest of BTS trailing behind like some kind of posse. 

You keep your head down to avoid any strange looks or glares from whomever you pass. To your relief, you find Derek waiting at your desk with his head resting on his palms and a mischievous smile. 

“I see you are taking things in stride,” glancing at your plethora of bodyguards. “Did the Prime Alpha explain everything to you?”

Speaking up from the back of the group, Namjoon answers for you, “She is aware that we are responsible for her at this time and she will be treated at our temporary pack house by our doctor.”

You don’t miss Derek's look of concern as he tilts his head with curiosity at Namjoon. “I see, of course. You are just responsible for getting her treated.”

“Derek, can you please let the big boss know that I will be leaving with Bangtan Pack to seek medical care and once I have more updates I will let you both know?” 

Glancing at Yoongi and still seeing his lovely golden-yellow eyes, you try to ignore the slight flutter in your stomach, “I don’t think it would be good for me to talk with him myself still.”

Derek nods in response, “Manager Sejin has already given the boss a rough time frame for the near future. I suppose his managing skills came in handy. Don’t worry about us here. We can handle it while you heal.”

Standing up, Derek passes you your purse, which Taehyung takes. You try to grab it again, but only to have a black and white tail wrap around your arm and bring it back down to your side.

“No carry. Keep safe.” Taehyung almost grunts out in a deeper-than-deep voice, which short-circuits your brain.

Glancing at Derek out of the side of your eye, you see him briefly nod and smile encouragingly while he whispers, “It’s an Alpha Space thing. Best acknowledge his help.”

“Umm… Th-tha-hank you, Alpha,” you stammer out, willing the heat creeping up your neck to stop as your words pull a boxy grin from the Tiger.

“I think that is it,” you announce to nobody in particular. You smile awkwardly at Derek as he slowly approaches you.

“Y/n, you have been through so much. Not just today but in your life. You have always been the one to take the blame for others, working harder or longer than anyone else and caring for those who never return the favor.”

His eyes glance at the men surrounding you as he sees nods of understanding and looks of concern from them.

As a soft smile blooms on his face, he holds onto your good hand, “Take time for yourself and let this pack of Alphas take care of you. You deserve it more than anyone else I know.”

He pulls you into a hug. You briefly stiffen, waiting for the growling and pulling to start, but to your surprise, it doesn't. Relaxing into his hug, you take his words to heart.

A soft whisper in your ear, “You know you will always have Evie and me as your family pack, but right now, be open to the pack around you,” with one last squeeze, Derek steps back and returns to your desk.

“Now, shoo! Off you go. The boss said I’ll get to man the front desk for now.”

With a nod, you wave goodbye and face the hybrids behind you. After not finding Manager Sejin and a few others missing,  your eyes settle automatically on Namjoon, waiting for a clue as to what to do next. 

“Manager Sejin went down to get the cars. Seokjin-hyung, Hoseok-hyung, and Jimin also went down because we won’t all fit in the elevator.”

“Oh,” you feel a slight tightening in your chest after realizing you didn’t even notice they had gone.

“Miss Y/n, let's take you to get looked at,” Junkook says while inching towards the office doors.

“Yeah, sure. Sorry, I have everything. Lead the way.” 

You follow the bunny and wolf hybrid while still sandwiched between the tiger and jaguar. Walking through the halls, you gain some attention from the people you pass. 

You’re a mere human surrounded by some of the hottest Idols in the world right now. So why wouldn’t they?

Not willing to look up, you keep your eyes cast down to the feet in front of you as you try to avoid what you are a gazillion percent sure are looks of disgust and hate towards you.

Once the elevator doors open, the tiger lets out a low growl. Glancing up, you see two fellow PMS employees quickly scamper out of the elevator and down the hall. 

That added to the embarrassment for now and when you return to work.

Namjoon and Jungkook take the back corners. Looking at the men by your sides, they motion for you into the elevator next. 

However, when you go to stand in another corner, you are quickly ushered back into the middle with Yoongi and Taehyung in front of you. 

The energy calms down as the doors close. The four Alphas relax now that they surround you and will start taking care of you. 

Even if your trust in them starts with an injury, they know this is their chance to show you what it means to be taken care of, acknowledged as precious, and loved endlessly by the seven of them. 

As the doors part, you're greeted by the remaining packmates waiting for you, smiles warm and welcoming. They're surrounded by more men in black, whom you assume are bodyguards. 

Turning to look at you, Yoongi speaks for the first time since he entered Alpha Space,  “Take home. Keep safe.”

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American Mate - (1)

Two Weeks Early

Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 1 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 4416

Word count for Story: 4416

Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine

Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, m/m, and m/f/m. This chapter does have Anxiety, Panic attacks, and Cultural differences.

Story Summary: The Hybrid K-pop group BTS is on tour in America; of course, things don't start out the way they should, but after an encounter with Y/n, things change but will everyone follow Fate?

((Hey everyone!! This is my first time writing a FanFic like this and publishing it on Tumblr first! I also made the banner and breaks myself :) Please, any advice would be awesome. I will also eventually be posting it on my AO3. My life is really crazy, and I have massive anxiety in posting this. Please realize that I will post when my demons are under some form of control. So, without further ado... here we go.💜💜💜))

Sex workers have always had their realm throughout history and in every culture. Amsterdam has historically been known for sex workers selling themselves on the corners, in windows, and in offices to provide their services without having any legal ramifications. Even Kings, Queens, and Emperors had concubines or mistresses recognized within the culture. More recently, prostitution in America has been legalized, even if they still work corners like they're doing something illicit and non-professional. Many countries and cultures find it offensive still to have sexual relations with someone who is not a significant other, but slowly, things are changing, and sexual relations are showing to be positive attributes to mental and physical health.  It was unsurprising how business skyrocketed after hybrids became more common. Hybrids have always had higher sexual drives during certain parts of the month or year, depending on the breed.  These times are known as heats for Omegas or ruts for Alphas and Betas. While hybrids were sought after and considered desirable by the masses, only socialites could afford to keep them. However, those not owned by the rich worked in the modeling, music, and film industries due to their superior looks and abilities. 

With the new laws in effect around the world, the sex trade became a more prevalent workforce. The most recent development that has come to fruition with these new laws in mind is the venture of Playmates. One of the first countries to jump on this bandwagon was America. Suppose they didn't see much difference from what the Playboy bunnies were doing for that old guy they used to work for. More recently, South Korea has decided that it is a better venture for their Hybrid Idols to have a playmate than having them sneaking around with people not vetted properly or fully understanding what they agreed to with heats and ruts. Lawsuits and bad tabloids swayed the entertainment industry in South Korea to accept the playmate idea swiftly due to the recent articles regarding how demanding the idol schedules were and how they weren't allowed to have normal relationships or even constant companionship.  Most hybrids are social individuals and gather into different groups. They need companionship, pack bonding, scenting, and support from those close to them. It is pretty much required for the hybrid to be considered healthy.  Any hybrid that isolated themselves became feral and violent, so there was an upheaval regarding the strenuous schedule of K-pop, C-Pop, J-pop, and T-pop idols. 

Companies such as JYP, Big Hit, Wake One, and others have decided to allow their Idol groups, hybrid or not, to branch into having a playmate. Most groups were allowed to pick a playmate or two to share between them all as a confidant, with no sexual relations required in the contract. They were also allowed to pick a playmate individually or as a group to have sexually allowable clauses to assist with those drives, which are either due to just being a living being or because they had instincts of their Hybrid to follow.

All interested parties, legal representatives, and medical professionals attend meetings and discussions in order to agree on boundaries, interests, pay rates, living expenses, etc., which would be drawn and signed by the Idols, their management company, the playmate(s), and their management company. Most contracts also had a 90-day grace period, during which either Playmate(s) or Idol(s) could terminate the contracts without stating a reason. It was not uncommon to have multiple contacts within a group consisting of companion and partner contracts, especially with groups of hybrids needing assistance during their heat or ruts. Each Playmate-based company had a standard contract they would follow, and conditions were added to the contract in case of emergency modifications. These were mainly for the playmates to expand their repertoire or bring a new angle into their services if the Idol or group they were working with decided they wanted more or something different than the current in the contract. All participants would be required to maintain confidentiality, and safety was of the utmost concern. 

Your name is Y/n, and you are not a playmate but a secretary at the new United States branch of PlayMate Services Incorporated, or PMS for short. You figured this would be one of the best ways to work through college, but soon, you realized you weren't very much for academics. So now you are the secretary for the idol division at PMS USA.  You were lucky enough to work in the Idol division because you have an affinity for languages and a high level of respect for hybrids. Your primary language is English because you were born and raised in Colorado. You had learned American Sign Language in high school after your family moved you to California. Shortly after graduation, you learned Spanish and recently became conversationally appropriate for Korean and Thai. Continuing your obsession with languages, you hope that over this next summer, you can learn a little bit of Chinese, both Mandarin and Cantonese and enough Japanese so you don’t get lost if you ever win the lotto and visit. 

In any country, playmates are required to be humans. Most have very modelesque features: tiny waists, full hips, and big breasts. They typically wear a size 0 to a size 4. These regulations for playmates are the exact reason why you are not one of them. You are also not very experienced in having many friends or sexual relations, and you love to call yourself the Extroverted Introvert.  While at work, you have a bright smile. You treat everyone as VIPs, but the minute you are out of the office, you can slink around anywhere without anyone knowing you have been near them. Your best friend Evie, a munchkin cat hybrid, always swore you could walk into a room and only let them know you were there if you wanted to. She joked that if it wasn't for your lack of hybrid features, you could be a Tiger Hybrid with how light-footed and graceful you are.  Many people tend to underestimate the level of your sneakiness. It is one of the main things that allows you to be such a good secretary. You know when to be present and noticeable and when to be quiet, discerning, and invisible. 

Well, this doesn't seem very impressive to many, but when you're taller and heavier than most women and wear glasses, you can see how hard it is to miss such a significant presence in a room. You do not fit any of the pretty standards of the modern-day woman. Your hair is a standard brown, which right now is kind of red because of a failed dye job, and your eyes change color depending on what you wear or the mood you are in, but other than that, they're insignificantly brown. Due to your Italian blood, you have freckles and moles with olive skin. You look like an All-American Girl who overeats, and that's what you have been told my entire life. Hence why, you have few social interactions, and you are practically a virgin again. Doesn’t something like three years make you gain a V-card again? Anyway,  you have pretty much just given up, which is your choice. Still, you have a loving heart full of romance and an understanding that others don't have the option to find that connection on their own because of their work, and at least here at PMS, I can help them find something to make their day a little bit better.

Today was supposed to be a typical day checking in with the current Playmates working and following up on some of the Playmates who have STD testing coming up. A couple of temporary contracts are supposed to be coming in. This is a typical day for me, ensuring everything is up and up and answering phones. We are still a tiny branch, but that is okay. We typically only service American pop bands; however, some Korean or Chinese pop bands have used our services while on tour here in America. The other Asian countries have not entirely jumped on this bandwagon with full force, but we do our best to serve their needs as much as possible. You have to start somewhere, and as we grow, things will get better, and you can move up in the ranks. 

You answered emails and took very few phone calls when everything changed. The doors to our 4th-floor office open as a distinguished-looking Asian gentleman walks in a lovely suit and a briefcase with a stern look. “Hello,” he says, coming to a stop with a slight bow at the waist. This is Playmate USA, right?”

“Hello,” standing to reciprocate the respectful bow, “You are correct, sir. This is Playmate Service United States, Idol department. My name is Y/n. How can I help you today?”

“There seems to have been an error in the dates given to this division for a significant Idol group. I'm here to find a quick solution before they grow impatient, hopefully. It wasn't until after my plane had landed I noticed that our meeting was still set for two weeks from now. The boys will land tomorrow and expect to be greeted with their new playmate while in the US. Though not all of them are on board with the idea of having a playmate, some members still hope to find a friend while here.”

“Oh, I see. That does not leave us with much time now, does it? May I have your name? So that I can look up your file and see what I can do?” You smile, sit at your computer, and pull up the calendar. 

“Ah yes, I am Manager Sejin, with Big Hit from Korea.” When he says his name, you quickly type up the information. As the screen populates the file, he continues, “I am the head manager for the K-Pop group Bangtan Sonyeondan.”

“You manage BTS.” You take a small breath, looking over the file while trying not to show your panic on the outside. “All the paperwork has been completed, and a series of potential playmates have been emailed to you for review.” Looking back at the man with confusion, you ask, “Did you receive the profiles, Sir? I do not have a Potential Playmate Response or PPR showing any of them selected, or did you perhaps not receive them?”

“The list was received and should have been sent yesterday afternoon.” 

“Oh, that makes sense, Sir. Due to the time difference, our contracting office would have been closed for the weekend. Even today, you caught us with a low staff. Let me contact that department and see if they are in today and able to meet with you.” Standing from your desk, you wait for the man to follow you to a smaller conference room. “Please wait here while I contact them. In the meantime, would you like some coffee or tea?”

“Oh, tea would be fine. Thank you. The boys like America and decided to come over early to settle in before their upcoming performances, but I guess this portion of the trip planning got left behind. Playmates are still a new concept for Big Hit as BTS is our only hybrid group, Unlike JYP with Stray Kids, Twice, and GOT7.”

“Not a problem, Manager Sejin. We have handled many last-moment assignments in the past, and there is always the 90-day grace period that will allow for any changes to keep your idols comfortable and cared for.” You say as you fix a cup of jasmine green tea at the small kitchenette in the corner and place it on the table for him. “If you excuse me, I will go speak with the contacting department.” You bow respectfully before leaving. Lucky for you, PMS is only on one floor, and the contracting department is two doors down. Knocking on the door and quickly walking in without waiting for a response, you spot your second best friend, Derek, sitting at his desk typing away. “We have an emergency!”

“Y/n, why do you smell like a whirlwind? Are you having an emergency? Are you excited? Are you nervous? Your scent is everywhere.” Derek is a Fennec Fox and one of two hybrids that work with you. It was a brilliant move to have the company hire him since he would clearly understand what is needed for hybrids in general when it came to having their contracts.

Giggling strictly from nerves, you push him aside and search his emails. Finding what you were looking for, you opened the email, “Aha ha! Here it is. Well, that would make sense. Our biggest potential contact just walked in the door two weeks early. They need a playmate by tomorrow, and you have not yet input their PPRs in their file.” Moving out of the way, you look expectantly at Derek as he reads the email. His face fell into shock with confusion, then panic. “So, who has a whirlwind of scents now? Huh?” You sass back to the hybrid knowing from his expression that it would be just as haywire as yours if you could smell it..

“No. Nonononono, Y/n. You do not get it! This is huge! This is a disaster. This was supposed to be handled by my boss, but he is out for the next week camping, God knows where. You said they are here now? They did not like any of the PPRs. So what do we do now?” He looks at you with worry in every feature and starts to stroke his tail slowly in a self-soothing manner. You look at him in shock, not expecting to hear that. Reading the email yourself, you see he is not lying; this is a disaster. They had at least one or more problems with each of the playmate profiles that were sent. Ummm.. ummm… think!

“Okay. Our best bet is to talk to Manager Sejin. Maybe learn more about what the idols want for their playmate. We can also offer them the opportunity to come here and meet with some of them in person to pick their match.  I mean, that is how we do it with American Idols, right?” You nod to yourself and look over at Derek. “Since there is such a skeleton crew today, we are closing early. Why don’t we close now and take Manager Sejin to lunch?” Glancing at your watch, you notice you were set to close in half an hour. He cut it close; you think, “It will be on us, and we can discuss it there. Make it more personable and without a time restraint?”

“Yeah! See, this is why you are known as Miss Fix-it. You always know how to smooth things over. You really should be someone other than the front desk assistant.” He stands, puts on his suit jacket, and heads to the door with a smile. Following him out the door and then leading him to the small conference room. You knock on the door and enter with a slight bow, Derek following your lead and bowing. “Manager Sejin, thank you for waiting. This is Derek, he is with our contracting department. We would like to treat you to lunch and review some options for your idols.” 

Derek steps forward, offering a handshake, “Hello, Sir, as y/n said. I am Derek, a fox hybrid and one of the members of the contracting department. It would be an honor to offer you lunch to discuss contracts and playmates for your group. A local Italian restaurant caters to hybrids and humans alike with private rooms for confidential meetings we can attend. Playmate Services has a permanent room there for occasions such as this. So if you follow me, we can take a company car.” The gentleman smiles and agrees to the meeting. 

It is a simple Italian restaurant with a professional-grade air purifying system to keep the rooms as scent-free as possible and private. The food is very descriptive, with symbols marking which foods are gluten-free, vegan, and hybrid-safe. After some small talk and finishing our respective meals, coffee was served, and the business side of the luncheon started. You pull out your notepad and pen to account for anything that needs to be remembered or discussed. Derek starts off the conversation directly. “Sir, we did receive your PPRs.” He glances at you briefly, and you smile reassuringly. “It seems that your idols did not accept the profiles we sent. We at Playmate Services understand that not everything will be a match and that specifications are requested to be met to the best of our ability. I apologize for not meeting those expectations, but I humbly request that you share some additional information about why they were all rejected so we can find better matches.”

“It is not a simple explanation. As I informed Miss y/n, only some of the group want a playmate while on tour in the US. I believe that it was one of the older members who rejected them all. You see, the boys had a permanent companion, a Playmate from the Korean division, but she fell for a human and ended up leaving the boys with broken hearts. One of the older members took it very hard because that Playmate had said some hateful things about the boys, and he took it personally.” 

As he explained the situation, you could not help but feel disappointed in the Korean division for this to have happened, but you also understood love is love. However, “Hateful things? She fell for a human… she didn’t speak hatefully or discriminate against the idols for being hybrids, did she?” Your mouth spoke from your heart before your brain filter could stop you. You did not even realize that you had said anything until the room got quiet, and a small flick of a tail on your leg got you to look up from your notepad. “Oh! Oh.” standing, you bow respectfully, ”Sorry, Manager Sejin, you do not have to answer that. I spoke before thinking. I just support hybrid equality, and it pains me to think this happened.”

“Miss Y/n, please retake your seat.” You do, and after a calming breath, you look up at him only to have your jaw drop. Ears. He has two small fluffy ears that you now notice as they have wiggled out from under his hair. A hybrid! He was also a hybrid! “I apologize for not telling you earlier, but I am Sejin, a hamster hybrid. I thank you for your support of our kind,” nodding to include Derek in his statement. “I wish there were more of you in the world. Playmate Services Korea will not work with me because they already know I am a hybrid and think the boys should have a human manager, but with the current situation. I had to chance that you did not know and hide my features. Your care and respect for our kind have already informed me this is a good choice for the boys. However, you can relax more around me. I can scent that you are very upset for the boys, whom you do not even know unless you are Army, and this meeting was entirely my fault for improper planning.” Looking at Derek, “does she always have this strong reaction to events?”

Derek nods, laughing out loud as if this is the funniest thing in the world. You huff slightly at Derek because you are sure that he knew the man was a hybrid from the get-go and didn't even try to warn you. “She is very passionate about everything she does. However, because of her friendship with an emotional munchkin hybrid and working with two hybrids, she has learned to cut her scent off if she is trying to hide something, which, as you know, just lets us know that something is going on even more than if she were just to calm her scent down. She is a lovely but fascinating human.” 

You sit there bouncing between disappointment that you didn’t recognize he was a hybrid, irritation at Derek for not telling you, and embarrassment that your scent is giving you away again. Giving yourself a second to collect yourself while finding the notepad even more interesting than life, you will your blushing to stop as you clear your throat and glare, albeit playfully, at Derek, “I think it would be wise to propose our idea about setting up meetings, Mr. Gulley.” 

“Okay, Okay. Don’t sour your scent on me.” Derek gently scolded me as he returned his attention to the client. “Y/n, came up with a good idea. We typically have meetings between our free playmates and potential clients when the clients are USA-based. I know the idols, or some of them, hope to have a playmate waiting for them, but maybe this would be a better idea. Then, if they pick any, we can draft the individual contracts and those uncomfortable with playmates do not have to interact with anyone and can still observe. Since we are a newer branch, we do not have many playmates.”

Manager Sejin seems to think about the offer while sipping his coffee, looking between you and Derek. He takes out his phone, types a few things, and then looks up directly at you, “Miss y/n, do you believe this is the best option, or are you at a loss as to what to do and are just scrambling?”

Looking at him wide-eyed for a moment and cursing at Derek in your mind for throwing you under the bus, you sip the last of your iced coffee and, with hopefully a calm scent, you say, “Manager Sejin, I may be human, but hybrids are also allowed and deserve the same respect and rights to comfort and care. I know that I suggested this option to Derek before hearing about the recent incident with Playmate Korea.” You take a breath and look him in the eyes, “However, I do believe in it even more now. The meeting would be in our hybrid-friendly conference room with a one-way mirror and shared circulation. This setup will allow the members who are interested in a playmate to meet while allowing the guarded packmates the ability to scent and see the humans as well as the reactions of their pack. We do not intend to cause any complications between the pack and force them all to accept whomever we deem ‘worthy enough’ because it will not bode well for anyone. I am sure the Alpha of the pack is just as concerned with their packmates being comfortable in a foreign country as he is with protecting them in that same country. If they do not agree on any playmates at the end of the meetings, then it will be with no stone unturned, and it will be the best thing for the pack. While I know this is a business, and your idols leaving without a playmate would be a potential loss for our company. I will not allow any further actions from any department within Playmate Services Incorporated to cause issues with this or other idol groups to the best of my ability during their visit to the United States.” Unknown to you, your scent has turned into a burning but not unpleasant version of itself. Showing both hybrids how serious and determined you are to have the idols taken care of properly and how upset you are at the Korean division. 

“Manager Sejin,” a voice comes from the phone he placed on the table. Both you and Derek’s eyes widen in shock at hearing the voice and zero in on the phone. “We land at 1:30 pm tomorrow and will immediately meet you, Mr. Derek, and Miss y/n at Playmate Services. I will let the rest of Bangtan Pack know, and do not worry about Yoongi. I will speak with him before we land. Miss Y/n, I hope you are as honest and trustworthy as you sound.”

“Understood Namjoon-ssi. Thank you for taking this call. We will see you all tomorrow.” The phone beeps into silence as the call ends. 

Did you blab this long rant while THE RM listened? While THE Alpha of BTS was listening? Yes, you did, but you must keep calm and smile professionally at the manager. “Miss y/n. Mr. Kim cannot scent you as I can. I apologize for not informing you that he was on the line, but I could not be more surprised by you and your recommendation. I knew he would have to hear it from your voice before agreeing. As he is the Prime Alpha of BTS, his concerns are just as you said. I will see myself out and to my hotel for the night. I will see you tomorrow, Miss y/n. Mr. Derek.” With a bow that you both quickly reciprocated, he left. 

You slowly take your seat and look at your currently blank notepad. You wrote nothing. Your brain could remember nothing but that you just ranted while RM listened. Alpha Rm… Wait… Prime Alpha??? That means that there is more than one Alpha in BTS. You jump at the feeling of fur along your hands as you look down to see that you have blood on them because you started to pick at your nail beds while you were spiraling. 

“Y/n. Are you okay? You did it. You got them to agree. Y/n, breathe with me, please. Your scent is disappearing. You didn’t do anything wrong. I am so proud of you.” Derek tries to push out his calming scent, which, strangely enough, has helped you in the past, along with the feeling of his tail. He knows you are a K-pop fan with a tattoo memorializing the passing of Moonbin from Astro. Still, he thinks that the whole concept that this is the biggest K-pop group in the world depends on your idea working, along with the expectation now from not just an Alpha but a Prime Alpha, has you, his little human hybrid-supporter, lost as to what to do or how to react. 

Taking a deep breath, you slowly pull your hands from under the fox’s tail and look at Derek, “I didn’t  just blow the whole contract by ranting to the Prime Alpha of BTS?”

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Keep Safe. Keep Safe. First, it was Taehyung, and now it's Yoongi. Alpha Space seems to be no joke. Derek was not lying when he said this mindset helps them protect. Let’s hope this doesn’t mean they will treat you like a child.

Walking out of the elevator, you cannot help but smile at the rest of the Bangtan pack. While still in pain, you felt safe around them. 

“Excuse me, Miss Y/n. I have a few things that I would like to discuss with you before we get going. Allow me to walk you to your van,” Manager Sejin directs you off to the side with a nod from Namjoon. 

Yoongi closely follows you as you go with Manager Sejin. “Miss Y/n, thank you for your care and consideration in this situation. I can promise you that it will not be easy for the eight of you, but it will be worth it.”

Hi lovely!

I was thinking about AM and how some of them would react to her dancing? Because I know when I'm cleaning or like trying to destress I listen to music and sorta bop around- Just more moving to the beat nothin like hobi or what have you, but just gahh I see a lot of heart eyes and everyone being cute

Hello dear reader!

Thank you for your question. It is a good one! We are not that far in the story yet, but I will answer your question and add it to the story... maybe...💭

Jin—As the oldest, he loves to watch his mates doing something they enjoy. Watching you lose yourself to the music you listen to while doing a mundane thing just makes him smile and allows him a chance to relax with you as you dance in your own world. While he would love to join you, he doesn't because he understands this isn't his time but your time to chill in your way, and he respects that.

Suga—Our lovely sleepy cat has no concerns about watching you dance your stress away. In fact, he will make sure you know that he is there to relax against pillows with a soft, gummy smile and his eyes never leaving your form. When you finally notice and stop, he will encourage you to keep going and lose yourself in it because he loves all of you and all that you do.

J-hope—The dance master himself loves to watch others dance. You warn the others that you do this absentminded dancing when you are stressed or cleaning, but because of your fear of dancing in front of the strict choreographer, you have tried your best to avoid doing any dancing with him around. Unknown to you, he has watched you more times than you know. His heart flutters at your moves, but at the same time, he is sad that you don't feel comfortable yet enough to let him watch. He makes it his goal to find a way to get you to a level of confidence/comfort so you can.

RM—Love, love, LOVES it when you do your dancing and cannot help but join you in dancing. Forget the chores you are doing or where he is going next, his world now revolves around you. Swaying, jiving, and waltzing with you is more important. The world around the two of you fades away as he feels your skin under his hands, your body moving with his, and the love just pours out of his eyes.

Jimin—Dancer extraordinaire, seems to always find you bopping along to something while cooking, cleaning, doing work, folding clothes, you name it. He loves to watch your body move to the rhythms that he can hear and even better when it's something he cannot. His mind creates music to accentuate your dance, then runs off to Yoongi or RM to get it written down, but you will never know that you are his muse.

V— Is your silent supporter. Watching with warmth filling his soul at you being relaxed enough in the packhouse to let go and find ways to take care of yourself. His Alpha still wishes that you would open up more to them and know that your stress is not just your own anymore. After about 5-10 minutes of watching you, he cannot help but to join you. Showing you new moves, learning new ones from you, or just trying to make you laugh to see your gorgeous smile.

Jungkook—The happy, bouncy bunny cannot stay away. You dance, he dances. He joins in whatever chore you are doing, twerking, the robot, waltzing... heck, he would even turn it into a dance-off with you if it made your stress melt away faster. He is never going to let you deal with what gets you down alone once he realizes there is something wrong. If it will make you feel better, he will pull in any other mate and do some kind of crazy dance competition just to hear you laugh.

A familiar feeling among all of them is the flutter in their hearts watching you move. Sometimes, it is just there to settle their own souls that this is real and that you are here; other times, it ignites a fire in their belly for something more. One thing is for sure: everyone will remember what they have seen for months to come, either for lonely nights or ammunition for flirting and teasing.

I hope that answered your question!

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Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 5 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 2765 (sorry it is so short)

Work count for Story: 19,008

Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine

A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children. One of which is special needs, and on 3/28, they lost 75% of their vision. I started a Patreon if you feel the heart to donate towards helping with the medical costs of appointments, medication, and modifications to the house, which insurance doesn't cover.

Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, m/m, and m/f/m. This chapter does have Injury, Anxiety, arguments, comfort, Alpha Space, close proximity, and scenting.

This chapter has a slightly mature scene at the end. At the start of the mature scene, the following banner will be displayed:

BTS HYBRID ANIMAL TYPES: Seokjin - Roan Ferret, Yoongi - Black Jaguar, Hoseok - Marten, Namjoon - Alaskan Timber Wolf, Jimin - Red Panda, Taehyung - White Southwest African Tiger, Jungkook - Flemish Giant Rabbit

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Keep Safe. Keep Safe. First, it was Taehyung, and now it's Yoongi. Alpha Space seems to be no joke. Derek was not lying when he said this mindset helps them protect. Let’s hope this doesn’t mean they will treat you like a child.

Walking out of the elevator, you cannot help but smile at the rest of the Bangtan pack. While still in pain, you felt safe around them. 

“Excuse me, Miss Y/n. I have a few things that I would like to discuss with you before we get going. Allow me to walk you to your van,” Manager Sejin directs you off to the side with a nod from Namjoon. 

Yoongi closely follows you as you go with Manager Sejin. “Miss Y/n, thank you for your care and consideration in this situation. I can promise you that it will not be easy for the eight of you, but it will be worth it.”

As he speaks, you feel a tail wrap around your waist, and a hand touches your back. Looking over your shoulder, you see that Yoongi has his hand on your upper back but is facing away from you, looking at his packmates. 

Noticing that the group has gathered in a circle, something significant is being discussed. Not wanting to keep Yoongi from doing something important, you look back at the manager.

“Manager Sejin, I do not feel so well. Can you please take me to the van? I would like to sit down and process things.” He nods and moves towards the van in front.

“Mr. Min,” you smile softly at the jaguar as he looks at you, keeping an ear tuned in to the group of men. “I am going to go sit in the van. I am sure that I will be fine there while I wait for you and your packmates.”

Adding a bit of a pout to your smile, you ask, “Can you go and make sure everything is okay so that we can go? My hand is really starting to hurt?”

“Yes. Van safe. Manager Safe. Go packhouse now.” Yoongi responds.

Unwrapping his tail, he pushes on your back softly, urging you to get in. He returns to the circle of hybrids in what looks like a new heated discussion.

After exiting the elevator, Taehyung makes to stay with you, Yoongi, and the manager but is stopped by Jungkook. The younger one knows Taehyung would want to be a part of the discussion that is soon to come, even if he is still in Alpha Space.

After you had gone off with Yoongi and their manager, the remaining packmates circled up at the youngest's request. The mates seek comfort in one another. Jungkook hugs Taehyung from behind, while Jimin hugs Hoseok around the waist as he leans against Seokjin.

Most of the pack had been through finding mates since there are six of them. Jungkook was the only one who understood the concept of what to do with a new mate but had never been on this side of the situation. 

“There are two vans. Obviously, Yoongi will be going in the van with Y/n, but who is going with them?” asks Jungkook, looking around as it dawns on them. 

The vans only fit five people in the back. Each mate immediately started proposing why they had to be in the same van as you, all at once. 

Seokjin said he only got to speak to you before the observation room and needed to see if his Alpha would react like everyone else has so far.

Hoseok tops everyone, saying that he has only ever gotten to look at you, and it’s high time he was able to speak to the newest mate.

Jimin agrees with Hoseok and thinks he can help get Yoongi out of Alpha Space on the trip to the packhouse.

Taehyung keeps quiet, his Alpha Space pulling at him to be near you again soon. However, Taehyung’s Alpha was much calmer and understood that being the second youngest meant he would most likely not be allowed to go. 

Jungkook argues that he was the one who got you to calm down in the break room, and your instincts are already reacting to him. Therefore, he is the best person to keep you calm from here on out.

Rubbing his temples, Namjoon lets out a sigh. He said you were ‘no trouble,’ but you really are gonna be trouble for them, but not in a way he is worried about. It's just going to be a change in dynamic.

“Guys, we all want to spend time with our new mate, but we must remember that she is human and doesn’t understand. Right now, all she knows is that Yoongi is deep in Alpha Space, and we, as a pack, must help her situation.”

“How are we going to tell her, Hyung? If her family member's statement is true, she won’t believe us,” Jimin says, looking your way, ears flat in concern.

“That is a good question. I don’t have an answer right now.”

“We may not have much time to come up with something. She needs to know. She needs to understand,” Hoseok voices with watery eyes. If what that man upstairs said truly is the kind of person you are, they must help you grow to recognize yourself. 

Moving to hug Hoseok with the others, Jungkook adds, “She may know about hybrids, but she doesn’t know enough about the Alpha-side of the culture, and what’s even worse is that she doesn’t know how precious she is.”

“That’s it! I go in van. Show Mate real!” Taehyung finally speaks up. He turns to walk toward you with a puffed tail and determination, only to be stopped by Soekjin.

“No, you have spent time with her. She knows you care, but she still thinks I am looking at one of the playmates they introduced us to. I am going to go with her.”

Within seconds, they are back to all talking over each other. Each of them demanded the other stay behind with justifications. This time, Namjoon joins in the fray. None of them notice that you have entered the van, and Yoongi is standing just outside the circle, watching the hushed chaos. 

With a stern voice that is just a bit louder than everyone else, Yoongi declares, “Packhouse, go now. Mate in pain.”

Silence takes over the group as they all look in your direction. Though you are inside the van, they can still see you. Taking in your appearance, they notice your wrist keeps swelling more, your face is paler, and you are bouncing your leg with nerves.

"Yoongi-hyung is right. We need to go. Yoongi, Hoseok, Jungkook, and I will go with Y/n. The rest of you will go in the other van,” Pack Alpha says with a hint of Alpha voice, trying his best to get everyone going. 

“No,” Soekjin counters. “I pull the eldest card. Kookie, I am sorry but you should go with the others and help with Tae. I want to talk with her.”

“Hyuuunnnnggg,” whined the youngest, “fine, I will sit in the reject van.” Jungkook stomps off to the second van. His ears droopy, and his shoulders rounded like a scolded child.

“We got our bun,” Jimin says as he follows, pulling the still crystal-eyed Taehyung along. He mutters promises of scenting, nesting, and various kinds of cuddles if the Alpha joins him and the bunny in the second van.

Taking a seat in the van, you notice two captain chairs and a bench seat. Not knowing where everyone else sat, you figured Yoongi’s Alpha would practically require him to sit near you, which meant the bench seat would be the best. 

Sitting in the middle of the bench but on the edge of the seat, you bounce your leg while you wait because your anxiety is still bugging you. Your wrist is throbbing now. 

You wish you had something to drink as you eye the bottles of water sitting in the different cup holders. Wishing they had something more potent, you keep quiet, and your eyes return to watching the group talk.

Noticing where your line of sight was, Manager Sejin grabbed a bottle of water from the cooler built into the center console, opened it, and held it out to you. “Would you like something to drink? We only have water.”

“Oh, thank you, Sir. I didn’t want to take something that belonged to the pack.”

Shaking his head, Manager Sejin can smell your nervousness as his eyes flit over your form. Then he takes a quick look at the pack. They are still deep in discussion. Finally, he looks you in the eye. 

With a sigh, “Miss y/n, may I give you some advice?”

Swallowing your water quickly, you give him your full attention and nod.

“You are a person. A person that has needs, wants, and desires. Don’t be afraid to speak up. Ask for things. Demand things. I know they can be a bit much but they are each a person just like you. Idol or not.”

At the sound of footsteps, both of you look to see some of them approaching. Before he moves to the front seat, he says, “They will be there for you.” 

You are not sure what was more surprising. The fact that the two captain's chairs could turn to face the backseat or that Yoongi allowed you to be sandwiched between his older packmates.

Seokjin entered first. He sat on the bench to your left, and you hurried over to give him room. This was short-lived because next came Hoseok.

Hoseok gracefully wiggled his way to your right side on the bench. No wonder he was a dance god, you thought to yourself as you dropped your eyes to the floor to avoid watching his chest and hips pass your face.

This puts you in the middle and unable to keep any respectful distance between yourself and them. Feeling a blush creep up your neck and face as the two men’s bodies pressed against your larger form, you move to sit on one of the other chairs. 

“Sit. Safe. Hyungs…hmmm…” Yoongi starts to explain, but his Alpha Space limits his words since he and his Alpha don’t want to give too much information about you being their mate just yet.

“Sit, please, doll. Yoongi will want to sit near the door to be your first line of defense. I guess you could say,” Hoseok speaks up gently, pulling at your elbow and guiding you back to your seat.

“Yes. Keep Safe. Guard.” Yoongi says with the look of a drill sergeant on his face as he takes the chair near the door. Namjoon, having already taken his seat in the other chair, spun it to face you.

“Guarding the door, got it but I could sit in the chair and Mr. Prime Alpha could sit with you. I am sure it would be more comfortable with him here than with me.”

Next thing you know, you are face-to-face with Seokjin as he leans his chest across your body to tighten you in. You hold your breath as you make eye contact with his deep, intelligent eyes.  

“I do hope you are not implying what I think you are,” Seokjin comments while handing Hoseok your seatbelt.

His eyes are searching yours for something. As your blush deepens, a smirk grows on his face before he says, “you are much more cozy to sit with than Joon, Miss y/n.”

You are dizzy at the thought of making yourself ‘cozy’ with Seokjin. Blinking rapidly, you try to return to this reality and out of the gutter as you chuckle a response, “Ah, cozy, haha, I don’t think Gabriel Iglesias uses that in his levels.”

A mixture of hissing and growls fills the van. Your eyes snap up to see that Seokjin is the one hissing as he sits back correctly. Looking over, you see Namjoon’s jaw is set, and Yoongi’s eyes have narrowed as they growl. 

Instinctually, you lean away from the dangerous noise makers which causes you to press against Hoseok. Placing a hand back on your elbow, he leans forward, whispering in your right ear, “Doll, I think you have had some rather mean and disrespectful people around you in your past, but you are with us now.”

“We do not allow for anyone to be self-deprecating. From the look on Yoongi’s face this isn’t the first time you have done this.”

Not taking your eyes off the three men whom you seemed to piss off yet again, “It’s not self-deprecation. It’s pointing out the truth, which helps me stay grounded.”

A soft hiss is heard in your ear, causing you to jolt forward, only to be stopped by an arm now around your waist. Hoseok chuckles as he pulls you back against his chest. His warm breath only adds warmth to your already heated skin. 

Whispering in your other ear, “While it is nice that you are so instinctually responsive to us, doll. You must learn to listen when you are told something. In time you will believe what we tell you as well.”

While time in the van seemingly stops and sound becomes non-existent, the focus is on you as you battle your various reactions. 

Your body responds in a mix of ways. The lean but fit body pressed against your back warms you, causing your heart rate to race. However, the deep chuckles, hot breath on your neck, and primal eyes watching you cause heat to start pooling lower on your body.

Your mind is back in your damn nightmare because you cannot seem to go more than five minutes without causing some kind of adverse reaction from the world’s most famous male K-pop band.

To top it off, you are internally scolding yourself for losing your professionalism when all you want to do is figure out how to make them stop being upset at you and hide before they notice that you are getting riled up over basically nothing.

Your gutter of a mind now takes the nightmare of being hunted by the pack of Alphas in a much different direction. 

“Kookie! Kookie! Come on, bun. You know Jin-hyung is only trying to find ways to help,” Jimin coos at the upset bunny hybrid. Shaking his head, Jimin wonders why it is his job always to calm down these two lovebirds.

Realizing Jungkook is a lost cause, Jimin undoes his seatbelt and sits in Taehyung’s lap, gaining his attention. Jimin asks, “Alpha, is this okay? We really need Tae Tae back to help with Kookie and our newest mate. If I scent you well, can you let go?”

The crystal blue eyes look over his slightly older mate,”Scent then help mates.”

Smiling sweetly at the Alpha, Jimin noses at his jaw, causing the tiger to tilt his head to grant more space. Scooting forward and resting fully on Tae’s thighs, Jimin rubs his cheek along Tae’s jawline. Soft puffs of warm air blow across Tae’s neck, causing the Alpha’s breath to hitch. 

Continuing his journey, Jimin sniffs down the tip of his ear, down his neck to the bend where the scent of ebony wood is most robust. Pressing a soft kiss to the gland, the scenting session continues. 

The scent of ebony wood, oranges, and vanilla mixes. It is not long before the pouting bunny hybrid starts to watch his hyungs. Long forgotten is the reason why he is upset as he slowly releases his own calming cinnamon-like scent into the mix. 

Realizing that he has successfully got one of the two mates into a better mood, Jimin ups the ante. Shifting his weight forward, he lays his body flush against Taehyung. Within moments, Taehyung’s hand gripped Jimin’s tiny waist, pulling him in tighter.

Chirping happily at the response, Jimin kisses up and down Taehyung’s neck. When Taehyung starts to scent Jimin back, Jimin nips over the scent gland and laves it with his tongue, mixing their scents deeper.

Soon, the youngest joined them on the bench, sniffing the air and whining. Shifting closer, his bunny tail wiggled, and his ears stood as tall as they could inside the van.

“Tae-hyung, Minnie-hyung, can I join? Please?” Jungkook asks as he softly places a hand on Jimin’s thigh. 

Nodding, Jumin moves to the other side of Taehyung’s neck, and Jungkook takes his place. Drowning the spaced-out Alpha in the loving scents of his two mates.

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American Mate (6) - A Proposition for You

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“Six to eight weeks! You have to be kidding. You expect me not to be using my wrist for upwards of eight weeks? What about work? Can I shower? What about chores?” You loudly speak to Dr. Blackwell in response to her diagnosis of a hairline fracture of your wrist. 

Yoongi’s ears are flat at either your yelling or the feeling of failure. His tail had curled around his own waist during the examination, and your pain levels tinted your scent with mold.

Ever remaining calm, Dr. Blackwell continues, “It would be best if you sought help during that time,” looking at Yoongi, “and since you have a respectable pack responsible for the injury there should be nothing to worry about. Isn’t that right, Mr. Min.”

Yoongi nods with an almost blank face as he tries to hide his disappointment in himself. Internally, scolding himself for breaking his mate during their first meeting.

American Mate (6) - A Proposition for You

Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 6 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 4911

Work count for Story: 23,924

Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine

A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children. One of which is special needs, and on 3/28, they lost 75% of their vision. I started a Patreon if you feel the heart to donate towards helping with the medical costs of appointments, medication, and modifications to the house, which insurance doesn't cover.

Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, m/m, and m/f/m. This chapter does have Injury, Anxiety, arguments, comfort, Alpha Space, close proximity, and scenting.

BTS HYBRID ANIMAL TYPES: Seokjin - Roan Ferret, Yoongi - Black Jaguar, Hoseok - Marten, Namjoon - Alaskan Timber Wolf, Jimin - Red Panda, Taehyung - White Southwest African Tiger, Jungkook - Flemish Giant Rabbit

AMERICAN MATE MASTER LIST / LDYSMFRST MASTER LIST

“Excuse me, Sirs. We have arrived at the AirBnB,” the driver announces through the van's intercom system. The voice pulls Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook's attention away from the scenting session. 

“Thank you, Malcolm,” Jungkook calls out loud enough to be heard past the petition between the driver’s and passenger seats. Looking down, he trails his fingers through Jimin’s hair as the tiny Alpha is now sprawled out across his and Taehyung’s lap with his eyes closed. 

“Minie, we need to get out, my little love,” looking at Taehyung, “Tae? Are you good now?”

“Hmm. Yeah, Kook, I am doing better,” Taehyung opens his eyes, returning to their clear brown. Lifting Jimins legs off his lap, Taehyung moves from his seat and opens the van door. 

“Minie, you cuddle bug. Time to go, I know you are nowhere near a scent high, so please get up so that we can get Y/n to see the doctor.”

Jumping up from lying on Jungkook’s lap, Jimin stumbles out the door and over to the first van, “I will get their door!”

Jungkook and Taehyung chuckle as they watch the dancer trip over one of the van's chairs, but he manages not to fall onto the curb before beelining it to the other van.

“Hey, Tae. Are you going to be okay around Y/n?”

“I think so. It might be better for me to keep my distance until she isn’t in as much pain. I think that is what is causing the most issues for my Alpha. Well, that and keeping away from that pathetic excuse of a Director.” Taehyung growls out the last part.

“I think it would be best if we all keep away from him, though I think Manager Sejin and Namjoon will have to at least deal with him a few more times.”

“Better him than us. Why don’t you go with the others, and I will help out with the luggage so that everything is where it should be?” Taehyung hugs Jungkook around the shoulders, kissing his cheek softly.

Jungkook looks closely at Taehyung, smelling his clear and unbothered ebony wood. “Alright, hopefully, the doctor will be here soon. I think time has flown by faster than we think. It is already starting to get dark out.”

Buzzing. All you hear is buzzing as your brain short circuits. The desire to melt into the man holding you and run from the predatory eyes of the men watching you causes your body to tense and twitch. 

Suddenly, the van door opening seems louder than it should. It startled you into finally moving away from them and out of the van. 

You didn’t realize how stuffy the van had gotten, but the intensity of the scents within the van does not go unnoticed by Jimin as he watches you bolt from the van right past him towards the packhouse. Yoongi followed close behind with a smirk on his lips.

“What did we miss being in the reject van?” Jimin asks no one in particular. 

“Oh, you guys missed quite a bit, but we will talk about it later. Maybe once Miss Y/n goes in with the doctor,” Namjoon says as the rest leave the van. 

Jungkook walks up to the group and watches you with a confused look. Manager Sejin also joins them.

“You all realize she has no idea what she is to you. She isn’t going to understand why it is nice that she is so instinctually responsive,” Manager Sejin comments using air quotes.

“Yes, Manager-nim. She just was… ah it is hard to explain,” Hoseok bashfully responds as he looks at the floor.

“Well, she isn’t my mate, and I wouldn’t have the foggiest idea how to break it to her, but you are going to have to be careful. I know that much.” Looking at you, a softness of worry crosses his face.

“Do you guys know that she wouldn’t even ask for a bottle of water when she got to the van because she didn’t want to take something from the pack?”

“I have a feeling that she has had to be the one to take care of others and put herself last. She won’t ask for help, and accepting help will be hard for her. Especially, since you guys are so well-known and established as a mate-bonded pack.” Manager Sejin looks at his watch, down the street, and then back to the gathered group.

“The doctor should be here in a few moments. You might want to get her inside and settle in one of the unoccupied rooms, Namjoon-ssi.” 

Manager Sejin bows respectfully to the group and heads to the luggage van, where he can see Taehyung giving directions.

You walked quickly, not running, up the stairs to the front porch—fresh air—cool Air. It was non-steamy, good for your heart, and not going to make you lose your job and blessed air. 

Taking deep breaths, you hope to clear your mind, slow your heart to a normal pace, and regain professionalism from wherever it is hiding.

Muttering to yourself, you are unaware that Yoongi has followed you, but he keeps a distance while listening to your utterances. His smirk grows to the point his eyes are almost closed. Now that you have calmed down, you turn around and almost run into him.

“Ahh! Don’t sneak up on me like that. I need to get you and Evie both a bell. It must be a feline thing.” Glancing past Yoongi you notice Taehyung coming up the steps with some of the staff carrying in the luggage, “Should get one for him too.”

Chuckling, Yoongi shakes his head, “No bell. No house cat. Jaguar.” Taking a step closer, he sniffs, “Better? No conflict?”

You can’t help but smile softly at his concern: “No, I am fine now. I just haven’t had much skinship as one might say… outside of my family pack, as you call them.”

“I know it is a big cultural thing amongst hybrids and even more so depending on the kind of relationship involved. I guess I was just taken back by all the … all that.” You say, gesturing towards the van as if it were explaining whatever was happening inside. 

Yoongi nods in understanding and takes the last step to be by your side, facing the rest of the pack. His tail again wraps around your waist, and you giggle in amusement, returning his attention with a raised eyebrow.

“Are you keeping me on a fur leash?” You ask, pointing at his tail on your waist.

Yoongi looks down at where you are pointing and looks at his tail like he doesn’t realize that he ever put it there, to begin with. With a glare like he is scolding a child, his tail starts to let go, which pulls at your heart a bit.

“It’s okay, Alpha.” You say as you stroke along the very soft black fur, laying it back in its place, “you are keeping me close and safe like a good Alpha should. Thank you for protecting me.”

Yoongi preens at the compliment while holding back a shudder at the feeling of you petting his tail. His Alpha is happy that you recognize his needs and are allowing him to continue.

“Mr. Min,” you start to speak only to get cut off with an indignant huff.

“Yoongi. Alpha. Not, Mr. Min. Yoongi.”

“Ah, umm. Okay. Yoongi,” you say with a blush as you avoid looking him in the face, “I want to thank you for helping me not land hard on the floor back at the office. I am sure I would have been in worse shape if you hadn't tried to catch me.”

“Hopefully, you know that I do not blame you for my wrist. It was just really bad timing.”

“Still hurt. Keep safe for healing,” Yoongi says, leaning down to catch your eyesight and hoping you see the truth in his words. 

The truth is that he will keep you safe not only while you heal your wrist but also your heart and soul.

“Time to go ahead inside. Jin, can you make some snacks with Hobi for everyone? The rest will help with the luggage, and I will go with Yoongi and Miss Y/n to one of the guest rooms on the first floor.” Namjoon instructs the pack.

With different forms of agreement, the boys take off to do their assigned tasks. Seokjin and Hoseok smile sheepishly as they pass you, heading to the kitchen.

Namjoon walks up the stairs, his ears flicking to the street as he hears a car approaching, which could only signal the doctor’s arrival—leaving the greeting to the manager.

“Miss Y/n. Yoongi. If you please follow me, I will take you both to one of the guestrooms that you can use to meet the doctor in. We have some snacks being prepared and will bring those soon as well.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to eat in one of the bedrooms, Prime Alpha Sir. Plus, my stomach isn’t feeling so well with all the pain,” ‘and the emotional waves’ you add on in your mind.

Leading you both into the house, Namjoon nods his head, “I see. I am sorry it took so long for us to get you seen. We normally heal rather quickly as hybrids. I think we kind of forgot that humans cannot do that. Sorry.”

“No worries, Prime Alpha Sir. I have a high pain tolerance, according to my mom and Derek, but I guess there is just so much that has happened in a short time that my body is just kind of everywhere. I am sorry if my scent is causing any problems as well. I know it must be all over the place.” 

At that last comment, you feel a tug at your waist from the tail, causing you to stumble back into Yoongi. Who buries his nose in your neck, similar to how you were being held by Hoseok in the van, causing you to blush as you regain your footing. 

“Smells good. Not bad. Y/n in pain but happy,” he says as he releases you. This time, he grabs your good hand and pulls you into the room that Namjoon has opened. 

The room is significantly larger than your bedroom, that is for sure. The walls are off-white, with a dark purple accent wall containing a sitting window. The bed is a four-post queen with deep purple curtains tied back with black lace complimenting the purple and black bedding. All the furniture is in a dark, almost burnt-looking wood with iron accents.

You look around the room with your mouth agape. “It’s so beautiful here, and look!” you exclaim as you walk to the adjoining bathroom. “It comes with a private bathroom!”

Namjoon and Yoongi smile at each other as they smell your sweet pea coming out in waves with a hint of more jasmine, which the boys now understand is an indication of your happiness. 

“There is also a walk-in closet, but my favorite part is the sitting window. Perfect to read in,” Namjoon adds.

There is a knock at the door, though it is standing wide open. The three of you look over to see the manager, Jungkook, and a woman with an old-fashioned medical bag standing just outside the door.

“Pardon the interruption, but Dr. Blackwell is here,” Manager Sejin states, motioning to the woman beside him, who bows.

“Dr. Blackwell! It is good to see you again, please come in. I am sure you were informed that Yoongi is in Alpha Space and will probably like to stay but I will step out if it is needed,” Namjoon greets Dr. Blackwell with a firm handshake. 

Dr. Blackwell is a younger-looking woman but still older than you. Her hair is in a French braid, and she is wearing a pantsuit. Setting her bag on the chest at the end of the bed, she looks at Yoongi with kind eyes.

“Yes, Mr. Kim. I was informed and you are correct, since the patient is not a member of your pack then you will have to leave. Technically Mr. Min should leave as well but I will leave that up to the patient.”

“Oh, umm…” Looking between the doctor and Yoongi, they both seem to await your decision. “Mr. M,” you are cut off by a huff and a tug around your waist, “Sorry, Yoongi can stay for now. If anything gets too private then I ask him to step out.”

Yoongi’s actions cause the doctor and Namjoon to pause before looking at each other. Dr. Blackwell speaks first: “Mr. Kim, I was informed that Mr. Min believes to be responsible for the injury. Is that correct?”

“Yes, that is right, and as a mate ~cough cough~ bonded pack we are all here to support them.”

“Oh. I see and that would explain the familiarity. Thank you, Mr. Kim, that is all I believe I need from you now. Unless you want me to check out your cough?” Dr. Blackwell teasingly asks the Prime Alpha who turns slightly pink.

“Nope, I got it. You got it. Yeah. We will head out with the rest of the pack. Gonna be waiting in the dining room near the main kitchen if you need anything or need to kick Yoongi out.”

Namjoon bows to the doctor and then smiles at you as he walks out of the room, taking Jungkook with him.

In the kitchen, the two eldest have finished preparing snacks and drinks for everyone, including the staff, who gathered around munching on them. 

Pleasant conversations are happening here and there between everyone present. Everyone seems to avoid the topic of you since no one really knows what is going on except the pack and the manager. 

Namjoon watches from the entryway with Jungkook. He has always felt proud of his pack and how they treat the staff like a pseudo-family pack. They have seen other idol groups treat their staff like stepping stones, which never felt right to any of the packmates.

“Hey, everyone,” Namjoon says loud enough to gain the room's attention. “The pack has to have a pack meeting while the doctor is here. I invite the staff to take some of the prepared snacks to the guest house across the lawn and settle in. We won’t be needing any services tonight aside from Manager Sejin.”

“Namjoon-ssi, I will also head over to the other house to settle in, but I will keep my phone on me. Please text me when you need me, and I will come right over,” the manager responds while holding a tray of rolled-up meats and cheeses.

“Sounds good. Bangtan Pack, we need to meet in the dining room. Grab what’s left and come sit down.”

With that, the kitchen is filled with goodbyes, see you later, and other pleasantries as everyone departs. Namjoon, knowing that he doesn’t do well in the kitchen, simply turns and heads to the dining room they will use for the pack meeting. 

The rest of the boys grab what they can. The energy in the dining room is heavy, and they know that they have to discuss this, but the situation is odd. Once everyone is seated, Namjoon takes a look around the table. Each of his mates looks at him expectantly.

“We can all agree that she is our mate, right?” The Prime Alpha asks, wanting to make sure they are at least starting out on the same page. A chorus of agreement floods the room, lifting a weight off their shoulders. 

“Hyung?” Jimin tentatively speaks up.

“Yeah, Jimin, everything okay?”

“Seeing how everyone has reacted to her, I agree that she is a mate but I want to be honest that I haven’t had any time for my Alpha to respond to her. Actually, to be transparent, he backs away whenever she is close. I don’t know why.”

Jimin looks down and picks at the tablecloth until a Hobi takes hold of his hand. “Jimin, you were close with our last playmate and were the first of us to connect with her on a deeper level of friendship. She broke that trust with you,” Hobi begins.

“I am sure that I was not the only one who was shocked that you wanted a new playmate out here. I didn’t say anything because I figured you were trying to rebound.

However, rebounding by finding a new friend is different than finding a new mate. It will be difficult for you and some of our other mates because very few of us have had any experience outside of the pack.”

“Minie,” Jungkook chimes in. “I know you are nervous, and you keep trying to find a way to be around her but not at the same time, which is okay. But you need to make sure to listen to yourself and your Alpha. It is okay if you are not jumping into it head first like some of us are.”

“Hobi and Kook are right, Jimin.” Namjoon finally speaks up. This goes for everyone. We will all take this at a comfortable pace for us and, more importantly, for her. Manager-nim reminded me that she has no way of knowing what is going on and is most likely fighting her instincts because we are already a pack.”

“Remember how long it took us to convince Kook he wasn’t a toy? Or how Taehyung did not open up fully until after Jimin finally took it into his own hands?”

“She is gonna be like that.” Seokjin states, gaining everyone’s attention. “We need to watch ourselves. Some of us are more instinctually driven, but that could drive her away.”

“With that being said… does anyone have any suggestions?” questions Namjoon.

“Yoongi will end up being her safe space, I think.” Taehyung comments more to himself than to anyone.

Hobi shifts in his seat, remembering how self-conscious you were in the van before he speaks up, “She reminds me of myself. She doesn’t have a good self-image. We should each spend time with her.  Show her who we are off-stage, as a pack, as mates with each other, and encourage her to join in.”

“While I think that is a good idea, she won’t join in,” Jungkook interjects. “She wouldn’t ask for a bottle of water for the worry of taking from the pack, how will she accept cuddle time or scenting?”

“True, and besides that, how are we gonna keep her around for us to interact with to even prove anything to anyone,” whines Jimin. “This is so complicated.”

“Six to eight weeks! You have to be kidding. You expect me not to be using my wrist for upwards of eight weeks? What about work? Can I shower? What about chores?” You loudly speak to Dr. Blackwell in response to her diagnosis of a hairline fracture of your wrist. 

Yoongi’s ears are flat at either your yelling or the feeling of failure. His tail had curled around his own waist during the examination, and your pain levels tinted your scent with mold.

Ever remaining calm, Dr. Blackwell continues, “It would be best if you sought help during that time,” looking at Yoongi, “and since you have a respectable pack responsible for the injury there should be nothing to worry about. Isn’t that right, Mr. Min.”

Yoongi nods with an almost blank face as he tries to hide his disappointment in himself. Internally, scolding himself for breaking his mate during their first meeting.

“Mr. Min, I think it would be best to get your Prime Alpha to discuss anything further,” Dr. Blackwell instructs.

Looking briefly at you while you are looking at the floor, cradling your wrist, Yoongi leaves the guest room, quickly seeking out his pack.

“Miss Y/n, have you dealt with hybrids?”

“Yes, my family pack, as Bangtan puts it, consists of a beta fox and omega munchkin, but what does that have to do with anything?”

“I see. That makes sense. You were the Alpha in your pack and that is why you don’t understand what is happening around you.”

Snapping your head up, you look at the doctor. “What do you mean?”

Taking a tentative step forward, Dr. Blackwell places a hand on your shoulder, “It isn’t my place to say anything more than I already have. Just take a moment to think back to what you have learned about hybrids, and be open to the pack around in the next coming weeks.”

“Why would I be around them for weeks?”

Yoongi’s scent hits the dining room before he enters. All eyes are on the door as he comes in with his head hung low. He looks around the table with a frown on his face, and he mumbles, “Broke mate.”

Jin, being the closest to him, reaches out and pulls him to sit on his lap. Being Yoongi’s only hyung, Yoongi goes willingly and tucks his nose into Jin’s neck, “Hyung, I broke mate.”

“Yoon, it’s okay. You didn’t do it on purpose. It was strictly an accident,” Jin whispers while rubbing soothing circles on his back. The pack pushes out calming scents into the room.

“Yoongi-hyun, can you tell us what the doctor said?” asks Jungkook.

“Broke wrist. Weeks healing. Need Pack Alpha.”

“Joon, go talk with Miss Y/n and the doctor. Get things figured out. We will take care of Yoongi,” Jin instructs, subtly pulling the elder card again.

“Yoongi, you have done great, and I am sure she doesn’t blame you,” Namjoon says as he walks to the hall, stopping. He looks back to the table. “Kookie, come with me, please. From how the scents are coming down the hall, we might need your tact at calming her down.”

A knock on the wall gains your attention. You see a toothy smile shine at you before he comes bounding over and joins you on the bed. His enthusiasm takes you back, then giggle as he lays his head on your lap, grabbing your left hand to rest on his hair.

“Well, come on in and make yourself comfortable,” you say, smiling as you scratch softly on his hair.

“Are you still in pain?” he asks as his eyes close at the soothing feeling of your fingers.

“No, Dr. Blackwell gave me something for that, and it kicked in a few minutes ago. Though it’s going to be painful for a while,” you inform. Looking up, Namjoon stands next to the doctor with a sweet smile.

“Dr. Blackwell, can you explain the situation please?”

Nodding, she turns to the Prime Alpha, “Mr. Kim, Miss Y/n has what I suspect is a hairline fracture. To be certain, I would need to take her to the local hospital but given your situation that would not be a very easy task.”

“I can say with certainty that be it a hairline fracture or a severe sprain, she will have to wear a brace and not use her wrist for six to eight weeks.”

At the reminder of the weeks of difficulty that will come, your scent turns watery as worry creeps into your mind.

“As you all know, I am both a hybrid and a human doctor which brings me to the next issue at hand. While Miss Y/n is kind of heart and forgives Mr. Min of any wrongdoings, Mr. Min, according to the hybrid culture, is responsible for her recovery.”

“Wait, my recovery? I thought it was just to get me to see you?” Your eyes bounce between the three others in the room.

“That is correct, and as Prime Alpha of his bonded pack, we will provide for her over the next eight weeks. We have the space, the means, and the power to do so, Dr. Blackwell.” Namjoon says, holding eye contact with you. His voice gave no room for argument. 

“Prime Alpha Sir, you… the pack… my work… how?”

“Not to interrupt, but I will excuse myself as this is now a pack matter. Keep that brace on as much as possible. I will leave my report with notes for your employer explaining your health situation and a vial of your pain medications on the dining room table.” Dr. Blackwell says as she gathers her things and bows, leaving the room. 

“Miss Y/n, Dr. Blackwell is right. This is a pack matter now and I think speaking with everyone together would be the best idea. If you would join us, we could talk about what to do next?”

“Umm, yeah. We can do that. I can do that.” 

Moving to stand, Jungkook moves out of the way and holds your good hand, leading you toward the living room where the pack is now gathered. 

Seokjin and Yoongi are on the medium couch, Taehyung, Jimin, and Hoseok are on the long couch, and the only open seat is a loveseat. 

You move to sit on the loveseat only to have Jungkook pull you to the couch where Seokjin and Yoongi are. “Jin-Hyung, can we sit there with Yoongi?”

Noticing that Yoongi gets stiff at the question, you say, “No, no, that is okay. I think Yoongi has had enough of me. I can sit somewhere else.” However, not only does Jungkook not let go of your hand, but a black tail finds its way around your thigh.

“Sure thing, I will sit with Namjoon.” Seokjin smiles and moves to sit with his Prime Alpha on the smallest couch. 

Next thing you know, you are sandwiched between the bunny and jaguar. Yoongi is on your right, his tail still wrapped around your thigh, with the tip sliding up and down almost absentmindedly. Jungkook is on your left, still holding your hand and resting his head on your shoulder.

Your body relaxes as you lean back on the couch, looking around the room. Mind making jokes about having a fur leash again despite Yoongi not looking at you since you entered the room and how you seem to have become a bunny pillow. After some thought, you realize that you don’t actually mind either action. 

Someone clearing their throat pulls you from your thoughts. Looking towards the loveseat, you see Namjoon sit up straighter and take on a look that clearly shows that it is the Prime Alpha talking and not the cute, funny Namjoon you have seen clips of on Instagram. 

“Bangtan pack, Miss Y/n has a hairline fracture of her right wrist,” at this information, a collective hiss of sympathetic pain comes from the other members. 

“She will be required to wear that brace and limit her use of that hand for the next six to eight weeks. This brings up some causes of concern for Miss Y/n.”

Namjoon looks at you to continue, “Umm… well I am right-hand dominant so doing pretty much anything is going to be complicated. I only have about four days of sick pay saved up right now. So, going back to work will be a hurdle all on its own, not to mention doing any kind of chores or cooking.”

Your eyes wander across the group as you speak. They all look at you like you are speaking something other than English or Korean. When your eyes come to a stop on Yoongi, he is finally looking at you with his eyes now a deep brown.

“Y/n, stay with us,” Yoongi states, not asking. “I am a respectable Alpha Jaguar and it is my honor to care for you back to health. My Alpha already told you outside that he would keep you safe until you are healed. I am here for the long haul.”

Your eyes widen at his declaration, and your mind blanks on what to say or how to respond. 

From your other side, Jungkook cuddles into your side, his nose nudging your neck softly, “We all will be here for the long haul.”

“They are right, you know. We are a bonded pack of mates and we would love to have you stay here with us so that we can take care of you,” Hoseok adds. 

Breaking eye contact with Yoongi, you took to Hoseok as he and the others on that couch smiled genuinely. “What about my job? I cannot leave my work. I have to pay for my flat and food and stuff.”

“Y/n,” your head snaps to the Prime Alpha, “is it okay if we call you Y/n?”

Nodding, you turn your body to face him directly. Your left hand, still holding Jungkook’s, is gripping tightly, trying to ground yourself. 

At your agreement, the Prime Alpha smiles, showing off dimples as he continues, “I figured that you would worry about a few things like that.”

“The room you met with the doctor in is yours while you stay here with us… at the pack house. When we say that we will take care of you, we mean it. We will cover all your expenses; it’s not like we lack the funds to care for anyone. Lastly, in order to keep a job to cover your everyday expenses, such as your flat, cell phone, etc., going, I have a proposition for you.”

Holding your breath, your eyes wide at everything he has said so far, you gulp, “What is your proposition, Prime Alpha Sir?”

“Become our playmate.”

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American Mate (7) - Is This a Joke

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Silence. 

Total silence.

No one was breathing. Hell, your heart even stopped. Did he seriously just tell you to become a playmate? How can he think that is even a possibility? It is not like one can just become a playmate.

Unknown to you, the pack's eyes shoot to Namjoon, just as shocked as you because he never shared this proposition with them before making it. That is not an option that they thought of.  The scents in the room turned this way and that with confusion, shock, and concern.

Why would he suggest that they limit their actions to only what a playmate can do? You are their mate. You are not a toy to play with. How does this promise anything besides you having to stay near them and service them as a companion?  

The whole idea of a playmate was to take care of them, be their friend, help them relieve stress, or become a rut fuck buddy. Playmates were never meant to be a long-term commitment. While they wouldn't mind you doing any of that as their mate, the title of Playmate would make you think of everyone as only a job, right?

Giggling rings in the room, and the sound causes everyone to snap their eyes at you as their thoughts come to a halt. Under normal circumstances, such an angelic sound would have them cooing. This time, it has their ears standing straight, their hackles raised, and their Alphas pacing in their minds. 

Your giggling bubbled to outright laughter as you looked at Namjoon with a slightly crazed look on your face causing his smile to change into confusion as his confidence in his choice melted away. 

"You're joking, right? Hahahaha. Pft... haha… playmate… me!" You looked around the room to see you were the only one laughing, which only caused you to laugh even more. Your scent was spiking in so many ways that the boys were getting dizzy from it.

"You have GOT to be kidding me. This is … am I a joke to you?" You stand abruptly and stomp closer to Namjoon and Seokjin, making the boys startle with your movement

“Do I look like a Playmate?” you ask while gesturing to your whole body and spinning around to accentuate your point.

"I have been doing nothing but abiding by Yoongi’s and the pack’s wishes since I got hurt,” with a deep breath, you close your eyes and stand as tall as your scent shuts off like it was never there to begin with.

“And now you are toying with me." Shaking your head, you mumble, “Just like everyone else.”

American Mate (7) - Is This a Joke

Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 7 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 7391

Work count for Story: 31,321

Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine

A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children. One of which is special needs, and on 3/28, they lost 75% of their vision. I started a Patreon if you feel the heart to donate towards helping with the medical costs of appointments, medication, and modifications to the house, which insurance doesn't cover.

Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, m/m, and m/f/m. This chapter does have Anxiety, arguments, comfort, Alpha Space, close proximity, and scenting.

BTS HYBRID ANIMAL TYPES: Seokjin - Roan Ferret, Yoongi - Black Jaguar, Hoseok - Marten, Namjoon - Alaskan Timber Wolf, Jimin - Red Panda, Taehyung - White Southwest African Tiger, Jungkook - Flemish Giant Rabbit

AMERICAN MATE MASTER LIST / LDYSMFRST MASTER LIST

Silence. 

Total silence.

No one was breathing. Hell, your heart even stopped. Did he seriously just tell you to become a playmate? How can he think that is even a possibility? It is not like one can just become a playmate.

Unknown to you, the pack's eyes shoot to Namjoon, just as shocked as you because he never shared this proposition with them before making it. That is not an option that they thought of.  The scents in the room turned this way and that with confusion, shock, and concern.

Why would he suggest that they limit their actions to only what a playmate can do? You are their mate. You are not a toy to play with. How does this promise anything besides you having to stay near them and service them as a companion?  

The whole idea of a playmate was to take care of them, be their friend, help them relieve stress, or become a rut fuck buddy. Playmates were never meant to be a long-term commitment. While they wouldn't mind you doing any of that as their mate, the title of Playmate would make you think of everyone as only a job, right?

Giggling rings in the room, and the sound causes everyone to snap their eyes at you as their thoughts come to a halt. Under normal circumstances, such an angelic sound would have them cooing. This time, it has their ears standing straight, their hackles raised, and their Alphas pacing in their minds. 

Your giggling bubbled to outright laughter as you looked at Namjoon with a slightly crazed look on your face causing his smile to change into confusion as his confidence in his choice melted away. 

"You're joking, right? Hahahaha. Pft... haha… playmate… me!" You looked around the room to see you were the only one laughing, which only caused you to laugh even more. Your scent was spiking in so many ways that the boys were getting dizzy from it.

"You have GOT to be kidding me. This is … am I a joke to you?" You stand abruptly and stomp closer to Namjoon and Seokjin, making the boys startle with your movement

“Do I look like a Playmate?” you ask while gesturing to your whole body and spinning around to accentuate your point.

"I have been doing nothing but abiding by Yoongi’s and the pack’s wishes since I got hurt,” with a deep breath, you close your eyes and stand as tall as your scent shuts off like it was never there to begin with.

“And now you are toying with me." Shaking your head, you mumble, “Just like everyone else.”

"Miss Y/n," Namjoon starts trying to explain himself, but all you can think of is excuses and lies which you have heard before that he might come up with if you let him keep going. 

"No," snapping your eyes open and pinning them on the Prime Alpha. 

"No excuses,” you step back.

“No lies,” another step.

“No more playing fun and games.” You turn to Jungkook with wide, panicked eyes, and you demand, “I need the address of this Airbnb so that I can call Derek or Evie to come and get me.”

“I want nothing to do with this sick joke,” voice cracking at your declaration. You must get out of here before you start crying, which is your next step. 

You really want to cry out of frustration because you thought they would be different. You may not consider yourself Army, but Lily was, and with how highly he talked about the kindness of BTS, you thought they would be different. 

Then again, it's you, the plus-sized four-eyed nobody. Why would the hottest band in the world treat you as anything other than entertainment to just pass the time.

You see Jungkook, one of two who actually helped you calm down before, ignoring you and nervously picking at the rip in his jeans. Then you finally notice that everyone is actively avoiding looking at you and realize that no one is coming to your aid. You stand tall and steel yourself to find someone who will, like their manager.

“I am going home.” Heading towards the hall, you are stopped by your black tail leash and a hand on your good wrist.  Taking a forceful breath, "Mr. Min."

You turn to face him, only to be met with powerful golden-yellow eyes that stop you in your tracks. You have seen them before, but they have never been this close. The molten gold bleeding into a darker brass surrounding the oblong jet-black pupil.

He steps forward to where you stand, making you practically nose-to-nose with the Alpha jaguar. His eyes searching yours. 

His scent crashes over the room like a storming ocean wave. Yoongi may not be the Prime Alpha, but he is strong enough to be one if he wants to be. It is this strength and dominance that cause the members of the pack to hold on to each other, waiting for his next move.

He slowly reaches up and wipes away a tear you didn’t notice was falling. Bringing the tear to his lips, his tongue darts to taste it, and his face scrunches with deep concern.

"Y/n scent gone. Tastes hurt. Pain," he says as his hand returns to your face, cupping your cheek. The warmth only makes it that much harder for you to keep your tears at bay. 

Yoongi moves to leave the living room with you in tow. He takes hold of your good hand and says, "Come. Keep Safe. Promise. "

You don’t answer, glancing down at the hybrids within your view. After a few more seconds, he looks past you with narrowed eyes at his Prime Alpha. 

“Leave alone." Making the decision for you, Yoongi, gently but without room for struggle, walks you out of the living room. 

Stopping in the hall, he looks at the door in front of him and then at the staircase down the hall. He turns to you. "Room?" He points to the closed door and then to the stairs. "Den?"

"Umm.." you look at the door, the stairs, and then back at the entryway to the living room. Looking at Yoongi, all you can think of is to get away from them all so you know your answer. "Den."

One moment is desperation. Next is shock, betrayal, anger, hurt, and now you shut your scent off. So many emotions in so little time, ending with you being pulled away by the protective jaguar from his packmates. 

The next thing Namjoon knows, a pillow hits the side of his head from an unknown packmate. Turning to look for who it was, he gets hit by another. This one, however, ends up landing on Seokjin as well, causing the shock that had settled over the room to break.

"What the hell was that?!?!" Seokjin demands after hearing you go upstairs with Yoongi. Standing up, he walks over to the other side of the room. 

"Prime Alpha, with all due respect… have you lost your mind?" questions Taehyung, leaning back on the couch with arms crossed as he does his best to hold his Alpha back from taking over and storming up the stairs after you.

"Guys, think about it! She can pay for her flat and keep her independence. Come on… just think, it would require her not to leave our side for the length of the contract," Namjoon defends himself.

"Yeah, the contract! That is all she will think it is—a contract. A job. We will only be a source of income for her, Hyung," Jungkook complains, his legs jumping with nerves. Throwing the pillows did his anger no good.

"Namjoon, you know the rules and regulations that fall on Playmates. You know that she won't qualify, and I am not just talking about the ridiculous physical standards that they have in place. She is supposed to take care of us and be there for us. There is cooking, cleaning, and stuff. How can she do that with a broken wrist, huh?" Hoseok chimes in. “How can you ask that of her?”

Standing from the chair, Namjoon circles around it. Gathering his thoughts, he rests his hands on the back of it, almost like it's a wall between him and his mates. "She will be able to care for us. Listen. Rules of a Playmate are pretty much what you said, Hobah.”

“Don’t you Hobah me right now, Namjoon! You are on thin ice. If you cost us our mate, you will not find yourself having a good time—at least not from me any time soon.”

“Sorry, Hoseok-hyung,” Namjoon says, his scent filling with a slight smokiness as he starts to understand just how much he may have messed up. 

“But really, think about it. The contract requires her to be with us at the packhouse or when we go somewhere, correct?"

Seeing his packmates nod, he continues, "This, technically, does not mean she has to do anything other than physically be there. No typing, cleaning, cooking, or labor of any kind. She isn’t required to do it unless we ask for it."

"She will take care of us by letting us care for her. All of our Alphas will be happy to do so while she is healing. We all know that Yoongi-hyung will not be able to perform or do anything well if he is concerned that Y/n is not healing well.”

“She already is instinctually being a mate, by allowing our Alphas to act on their instincts. Having her as a playmate will also be the best way for her to care for herself without financial stress. She is independent, and this way, she can keep that while learning to depend on us as mates."

"During that time, we will care for her and follow our instincts. We must show how well we can provide for her by tending to her needs, protecting her, and loving her as only her mates can."

"You want us to court her while she is our Playmate?" Jimin asks, watching the Prime Alpha nod. He looks around at the others, who now have contemplating looks on their faces. “I don’t get how this will work.”

"Namjoon, I can see what you mean and this may work, but what if she doesn't let us?” Hoseok questions.

“I want to cuddle with her, feed her, and feel her, but she wouldn't even take a bottle of water. She tried to run to a solo seat in the van to keep her distance from us. What makes you think that she would feel comfortable accepting our courting gestures?" Hoseok continues challenging the Prime Alpha. "What happens when we interact with each other? How will she be comfortable joining in or being around that?"

"Do what you did with me," Jungkook says shyly. "Show her that we are in it for more than just her being our playmate. That the companionship declared by the contract is required is not what we are wanting because we are wanting something so much deeper and stronger.”

Looking around the room with his big doe eyes, he continues, “She doesn't seem to mind cuddling with me. Next time we cuddle, maybe someone else can join. Or Anyone can try to just cuddle with her, and then if we are cuddling with each other, we can invite her to join in."

"Jungkook is right. Baby steps are our best bet," Namjoon smiles knowing he has the youngest on his side now. “She may not even know what hybrid courting looks like.”

“Y/n has seen plenty of playmate and client interactions. Two of our mates already connect with her on an instinctual level. Since none of us use playmates for our ruts, that won’t be required for her as our playmate.”

“She doesn’t know that though, Hyung,” Jimin whines, “How do we let her know that part but also that she isn’t going to be a regular playmate for us, like the one who left us?”

Silence fills the room as everyone is deep in thought. 

Hoseok jumps up, “What if we showed her the other contracts we had had? Show her that we are exclusive to packmates for our ruts. This way, she doesn’t think we just want her for sex but for friendship to start with?”

Smiling at his words, Namjoon adds, “Good. Now, we just need the rest of us to follow Yoongi-hyung and Jungkook.  We need to find ways to deepen our connection with her. Show her how we interact as mates, then our desire for her and what we are meant to be for her.”

"Wh… What happens when the contract ends?" Taehyung worries. 

After a beat of silence, Soekjin speaks up while looking down the hall, "When the contract ends, we hope she understands that she is our mate and we did our job to prove we are the mates she deserves."

“But first, we need her to understand that she is worthy of being a mate, to begin with,” Hoseok adds.

‘Become our playmate... become our playmate… Our Playmate.’ The words are replaying in your mind. His look of confidence is seared into your brain. Pressing your palms to your eyes as hard as possible, you try to think of what is going on in his head to propose that idea. 

The door opens, and you drop your hands to see Yoongi standing a little to the side. “Den not…um… no time but ready,” he says, looking around the room and then back at you.

“I understand you haven't settled in yet. Alpha, may I come in?”

At his nod, you went into the room. It looks similar to the guest room, but it is a bit larger. There is a bed on each side of the room, with a lovely natural wood shelving unit splitting the room in half. There are plenty of windows to brighten the space on both sides.

On one side, luggage lies unopened on the bed. On the other side, luggage is opened on the ground, and some clothes are tossed around. Looking over your shoulder at the Alpha, you hug yourself and wait for him to tell you where to go. 

Yoongi notices your hesitance and starts gently pushing at your upper back. He then guides you past the bed to the attached bathroom you didn’t notice.

Inside, the marble on the counters and walls is beautiful black, white, and gold. There is a double sink, a shower that looks like it has enough shower heads for an entire house and a large jacuzzi tub. 

You get lost in wonder at the richness of the bathroom alone, and it also allows Yoongi to hug you from behind, catching you off guard. 

“Y/n, sorry. Pack, sorry,” he says softly as he rests his head on your shoulder. “Take bath. Relax. Then talk. Towel and clothes on toilet. Outside. I will guard.” 

With that, he leaves and shuts the bathroom door. 

Well, that apparently was not a suggestion, but a bath does sound nice, and it would be the easiest way of keeping your brace dry. Moving to the tub, you turn on the faucet and take notice of the different bath salts, scrubs, and bombs.  

After picking a violet and vanilla bath bomb, you slowly undress. Yeah, buttons are not your friend anymore. Slipping into the bath, you think about your day. So much has happened in the last 24 or so hours.

1 - BTS shows up two weeks early when the big shots are still gone. 

2 - They hate all the playmates we offered for whatever reason.

3 - You (and they) sent mixed signals from the moment of arrival.

4 - Yoongi and you got into an accident.

5 - You broke your wrist, which will take forever to heal.

6 - They want you to be a playmate.

Now, you are kicking yourself for not attending some of the seminars on the second gender of hybrids. You essentially learned what you do because you grew up with Evie and her pack.

Your mom had moved you and your brother to California when you were still in elementary. Your brother, however, was in high school already and had a tendency to travel whenever he could. You might as well have been an only child. 

When you were unloading (getting in the way of) the moving truck, the neighbors noticed your attempts to help and decided to have you come over to their house. Once the beta Tabby hybrid noticed you ‘helping,’ he introduced you to Evie, and that was it. The two of you were hardly ever separated to the point Evie’s family included you in some of their pack trips. 

The only thing was that Evie’s pack didn’t have an Alpha, so you never got a chance to learn anything about them. With how strong Evie’s dad, Earl, was, the pack never sought out an Alpha. You didn’t have much exposure in Colorado, and as far as you knew, Alphas were not very common to run into. Plus, you were human, so why would it be something to worry about to begin with?

Well, apparently, you should have learned something when you took the job at PMS because now you were surrounded by Alphas with little… actually, let’s be honest, no knowledge aside from what you have learned since they walked through the office doors.

“Manager-nim, we need your help. Miss Y/n’s wrist is broken, and she cannot use it for upwards of eight weeks.”

Taking a sharp breath, Manager Sejin starts formulating options: “How did she take it?”

“Well, she took that rather well. She is rightfully concerned about how to function in her day-to-day life without her dominant hand. Also concerned with her… umm… her employment,” Namjoon beats around the bush, not wanting to get yelled at by his manager for his proposal like he was from his pack.

Silence is what comes from the other side of the call. “Manager-nim?”

Placing the container, he is holding down and braces himself against the counter. Manager Sejin has been with the pack since the beginning, and he knows when Namjoon isn’t saying what really needs to be said. “What did you do, now?” 

“I offered her to stay at the packhouse as I should, being the Prime Alpha. Told her we would care for her til she healed and that she would not have to worry about paying for anything while she was here. She did bring up concerns about her flat and other bills,” he paused, taking a breath, “ so … itoldhertobecomeourplaymate.”

The next thing Namjoon hears is animalistic chattering intermixed with very human cursing. Yeah, that’s not a good sign. The manager is skilled at keeping his hybrid hamster behaviors at bay unless there are very strong emotions involved.

“Manager-nim, you see, it would keep her with us so that we can fulfill our responsibilities as Alphas. It would allow for her to still work, keep her flat, and not compromise her finances. Plus it will allow her to get to know us while convincing her that she is our mate.”

A deep sigh is heard, “And how did she take that?”

“Umm.. not well, actually,”

“I can tell I am going to get a migraine from this,” Manager Sejin rubs his temple. "Continue.”

“She laughed, but not in a ‘that is funny’ kind of way but more of a ‘that’s crazy’ kind of way. She flat-out refused and wouldn’t let me explain before she basically said we were playing a mean joke on her.”

“Let me guess– none of the pack tried to help convince her of this GRREEAAT option of yours?”

“They didn’t know. Actually, I just kind of blurted it out,” Namjoon sighed. “I was panicking.”

“It serves you right to have her refuse you. Hell, I would have, too, if I were her. Namjoon-ssi, you should know better! For someone so intelligent, sometimes you are…” sigh. “Never mind. Where is she now? Do I need to get a van ready? Do I need to get the lawyers ready?”

“No, no van or lawyers. Well, she did threaten to call her friends, but that was before she left with Yoongi-hyung.”

“SHE LEFT WITH YOONGI!!” Sejin jumps up from leaning on the counter and dashes towards the front door.

“NO! No, no, no… he went back into Alpha Space. He told me to leave her alone and took her up to his den.” After a brief pause, he said, “It sounds like she is taking a bath. Hopefully, she is calming down. Jin-hyung is going to go and talk with them.”

Putting his keys back down, Sejin sighs in relief. “If anyone can get you out of this mess, it’s going to be him. Namjoon-ssi, I think you are an amazing Prime Alpha, but you always get weird when you get a new mate. I thought by now you would be better at it.”

“Namjoon-ssi, I am going to look into how to modify their contract with our lawyers. IF, and this is a big if, she agrees, then you may have something. Is that okay?”

“Please, Manager-nim. Maybe if she sees what we mean written down, it will help as well. Oh, and the pack wants her to see our previous agreements with other playmates.” 

Namjoon takes a deep breath as he ends the call. He nods to his mates to confirm that their manager is working to help make this happen, allowing the pack to relax. 

The turning on of a shower indicates that you are most likely just rinsing off from your bath and should be out soon. The pack turns to Seokjin as he narrows his eyes at Namjoon.

“You need to find a way to apologize. You need to apologize to all of your mates for springing this on us and be ready to work your ass off trying to prove yourself to her as a mate.” Standing up, Seokjin takes one last look at the hopeful faces of his loved ones, “Let me try and fix this.”

Looking at the clothes that were left for you to change into, you debate on even trying. You are not sure if they would fit but you remember seeing the random lives Lily has shown you and note that Yoongi tends to wear baggy clothes. 

You also know that whenever you are around Derek, and he is in one of his moods, he always feels better when you and Evie wear clothes he keeps in his apartment for the two of you that he has scented or has worn himself.

The struggle to put on your undergarments with damp skin ends in frustration. You give up, and they join the bundle of your clothes on the floor next to the sink. So, you go ahead and wear the provided sweatpants and hoodie, which luckily fit sans underwear. 

The smell of petrichor surrounds you, making you smile. Your family and friends always thought you were strange for loving the smell of fresh rain and wet earth. 

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you are happy at how soft and comfy the clothes are. The pants were tight on you but not comfortably, and the hoodie was long enough to cover your backside, so no one would be able to tell you weren’t wearing anything under them.

Wait… what does the big V stand for on the hoodie? You were curious enough to look at the tag, which proudly states that you are now wearing a Valentino Hoodie, of all things. 

Fuck! Why can’t he have a normal person’s hoodie for you to wear?

This is totally not like the Walmart sweater you lounge in at home. You don’t even want to try to figure out where the pants are from. For all you knew, you could pay rent with the money you were wearing.

Walking out of the bathroom, you have tried to twist a towel around your long hair and toss it on top of your head to reveal that Yoongi is no longer alone in the den.

“Welcome to our den, Y/n. Sorry, it was not ready for guests, but well, you know. We all got here at the same time,” Seokjin says with a shy smile while Yoongi’s eyes roam your form covered in his clothes.

“Oh, I understand, Mr. Kim. I am sorry for coming into your den without your permission. I didn’t realize it was a shared den until after I was inside,” you bow slightly in apology, sending your hair towel spiraling to the floor. 

Grabbing the towel and standing up, you look around, not sure what you should do since Yoongi and Seokjin have taken the bed, and there is no other seating on this side of the room. Looking back at the two Alphas, you smile shyly. 

“Come here, dear. Let Yoongi-ah dry your hair while we talk.” Seokjin pats the bed between the two of them, and Yoongi holds up a hair brush.

“Yes, we do need to talk,” taking a deep, calming breath of petrichor, you move to sit cross-legged on the bed with your back to Yoongi. His hands go to your waist to help you scoot into the right spot.

“Comfy?”

“Yes, Alpha. Thank you for your help, and don’t worry about brushing too hard. I am used to having a multitude of knots that won’t come out.”

You don’t get to see Yoongi's look of confusion, but you do see Seokjin’s concern. “My hair likes to curl when wet, and so it knots up really fast. I washed my hair this morning, so it's just wet from lying in the bath. There are no products in it.”

Seokjin chuckles, “Y/n, you are more than welcome to use anything we have while you are here. Yoon offered you a bath, which means you can use anything he has to offer.”

“I used the violet and vanilla bath bomb. Yoongi said to relax, and the smell of vanilla always helps me do that.”

A bright smile graces both of the Alpha’s faces at your confession. The mate scent is a comfort for you and that makes them feel more at ease.

“Dry and brush now. Relax more. Time to talk,” Yoongi says as he starts to gently dry your locks with the towel you brought out with you. 

“Are you okay if we talk, Y/n? I know today has been a lot for you. I will respect your request to leave you alone if you really want,” Seokjin calmly states, but the pained worry in his expression has you nodding your head for him to continue. 

“I will not excuse what Namjoon did. He didn’t talk with the rest of us before he proposed what he did, so we were shocked, as you were.”

“He didn’t? Is that why Yoongi said the pack was sorry?”

“I am sure Yoongi heard us confront Namjoon once we knew you were upstairs. So yes, the pack is sorry that the idea of you becoming our playmate came out so… abruptly.”

Narrowing your eyes at his choice of words, you state, “But you are not sorry that he went for that option in the first place.”

Taking your good hand, Seokjin pushes out his cherry scent along with the vanilla to help keep you calm as he continues to try to salvage the offer.

“Y/n, I am going to be straight with you. Our Prime Alpha will have a lot of begging to do to be back in the good graces of the rest of the pack for how he handled this, but what he offers… makes sense.”

When you hear this, a scowl grows on your face, but as the scent of cherries, rain, and vanilla fills your lungs, you pause. “How? Why? I mean, like… really, how?”

Pulling your hand closer, Seokjin focuses on rubbing his thumb on your forearm, his wrist brushing on yours. His eyes focused on the movement while trying to think of the best way to explain the situation. 

Yoongi takes this moment to rest one leg on each side of yours and scoots closer, “I brush your hair.”

“What do you know of the Playmate contracts?” inquiries Seokjin.

“Oh. Ah… Well, I know there are two kinds: Companion or a friend contract and Partner or rut and heat-based sex contract. Both can be done individually, as a group or as a sub-group. Doctors, lawyers, and managers are also involved. Honestly, that is all Derek’s department. I just schedule meetings and set up health screenings, and such. From my experiences, most of the American Hybrid Idols only take partner contracts.” 

“You are not wrong about the types, but it seems you don’t understand their limits or allowances. Also, what one idol does will not imply what others will do.”

“I get that, but Derek said that due to hybrid health, most, if not all, companion contracts will have to include some form of partner option for heats and ruts.”

A soft huff is heard from behind you. You start to turn to look at Yoongi, only to have one of his hands slide around your shoulder and up your neck to your jaw. Your breath hitches at the movement, and you will yourself not to melt into a puddle. 

“Keep looking at Jin-hyung, Y/n. Your hair is almost done.” Yoongi orders before moving his hand away and goes back to brushing the last bit of your hair. 

Blinking your eyes open you see a smirk on Seokjin’s face as his white little fluffy ears twitch around in amusement. “Sorry, Alpha.”

Looking past you, Seokjin says, “Welcome back, Yoongi-ah. Is your Alpha settled now?”

“Yes, Hyung. She smells like me, and that calmed him down quickly, though her own sweet pea scent has not come out yet.”

Looking at your injured wrist, it dawns on you that you must have turned off your scent again. “Sorry– again. I seem to do that without knowing sometimes, but it will come back eventually.”

“No worries, dear. Anyways, back to the contacts. Our Prime Alpha is having our previous playmate contracts brought over for you to review.”

This comment has your eyes snapping to Seokjin quickly, as those are normally kept quiet, “We want you to see that we have never taken a playmate for more than a companion. All ruts are handled within the packmates because we are a mate-bonded pack.”

“Oh, so when he suggested I be your playmate, it wasn’t a sex-driven thing…” you nod in contemplation, “but that still doesn’t explain why. I mean, it explains that you aren’t taking advantage of me, but still…”

Pulling you against his chest, Yoongi hugs you close. Leaning to where you can see his face, he smiles, “We would never take advantage of you and do not think that because our past playmates were not a sex-driven thing we do not find you appealing.”

You blush at the implications of his words. Unable to hold his gaze, you try to clear your head and look to the older Alpha, “How can I be your playmate?”

“Simple. Care for us.”

“Like it is that simple. I have a broken wrist.”

“Caring for us, for a pack of Alphas, is different from how you have to care for your family pack.” Seokjin explains, “You were injured in an accident involving this pack. We all know that you are going to need assistance not only in caring for yourself but also for your things.”

“As a respectful and responsible pack of Alpha’s, we are following our instinct and culture, to provide for you during this time. As Prime Alpha said, while you are with us, you will pay for nothing. If you are contracted as a playmate during that time, it will also allow you to pay for your personal debts.”

“Y/n,” Yoongi calls for your attention as he hooks your legs over his and turns you to see him better. “We… actually no. I will speak for myself. I will not be able to function well knowing that you are on your own trying to make things work.”

With his eyes flashing to his Alpha briefly, “My Alpha and I are not going to be able to go about our schedule without worrying about you all the time. At this point, I would prefer you to stay as close as you can to me or a packmate. I can understand that it can be a bit much.”

“Having you by our side,“ Seokjin chimes in, “granting our Alphas to express the instinct to care for you will be your way of fulfilling the contract.”

Looking between them both, your head swims, “What about the domestic stuff? I hear about playmates talking about laundry, making sure their idols eat, and stuff like that.”

A clearing of someone’s throat quickly draws your attention to the den door. A few other packmates are shyly standing just outside the threshold. 

One of them, Jungkook, says, “You won’t have to do any of that. Y/N, we just really want to take care of you. We want to treat you right. We want to support you.”

“Come in, my loves,” Seokjin calls. At his permission, Jungkook bounds forward and kneels on the floor at your feet, resting his head on your knees again. Taehyung joins him on the floor and leans against Seokjin. Hoseok and Jimin also sit on the floor. 

Looking toward the door, you wait for the Prime Alpha to come in, too, but no one else does. Confusion and almost a hurt look come to your face for a moment before you look at the boys present. 

The next to speak up is Hoseok, “Namjoon is waiting for Manager Sejin downstairs. He didn’t think you would want to see him right now. He knows he went about this the wrong way, but let him come to you, and don’t go easy on him. His Primeness can be on his knees and grovel a little, it won’t hurt him.”

This causes you to blush and giggle, causing the whole room to smile. The scents of cherries, rain, snickerdoodles, ebony, oranges, and lilac fill the room like potpourri with a warm vanilla underneath. Slowly, you start to relax a little more as the scent of your (unknown to you) mates rolls over you.

You lean into Yoongi, “Thank you all for coming up here. Seokjin explained to me what Prime Alpha did was a surprise for all of us,” you look around at the boys on the floor as they nod.

“It is just so much right now for me. I am overwhelmed. I know now that it wasn’t meant as some big joke, and you are trying to follow instincts—instincts that I don’t know anything about. So, if you would explain to me what you each would be expecting, I think that would help.”

With a soft bump of his nose on your cheek, you look at Yoongi, “You already know where I stand. My Alpha made that clear outside on the deck before this whole mess.”

“I want to make sure that you are eating well so that you can be healthy and happy,” Seokjin claims.

“For me,” Hoseok says, “I want to help keep you laughing during the hard times.”

“A friend. I know you have your family pack, but I hope to be your friend while you are with this pack. Be someone you can go to,” Jimin shyly says while looking around at his mates and then you.

“Expression: I hope to help you find a way to express yourself with confidence around me and others,” Taehyung adds.

“Cuddles, pets, scratches, umm... More cuddles. Just think of me as your personal stress ball or life-sized stuffed bunny,” Jungkook purrs as you run your fingers through his hair.

“I will be whatever you need me to be,” Namjoon says from the hall just out of the doorway. "And I will do what needs to be done to earn your forgiveness and your trust as Prime Alpha, even if I have to borrow some knee pads.”

Namjoon looks around the room with a hesitant smile and settles his gaze back on you. “Miss Y/L/N and mates, please join me and Manager Sejin downstairs. We have some things to discuss.”

“He wasn’t lying.”

“Who?” Manager Sejin asks.

“Seokjin. I mean, Mr. Kim… he said that they never took a playmate for more than being a companion. None of these have the rut clause, and to top it off, most have a clause to ensure that the playmate understands it is not even on the table for discussion.”

“That is correct, Bangtan only satisfies their ruts within their mate-bonded pack. They ask for playmates to have someone other than their mates to find friendship with and hang out around. It can be a bit much, even with them being mated, to always have a bunch of men around.”

“Friendship, I can do that, but I cannot do all the other services listed in these contracts. Manager Sejin, how will this even get approved by PMS? I don’t qualify to be a playmate.” 

“Miss Y/n, sit down and let us go over the contract that Namjoon-ssi and I had drafted for you. Maybe that will help if you see the modifications which have already been approved by your employer.”

Taking a seat, the two of you go over the contract clause by clause. It broke down to basically say,

1—You wouldn’t be expected to do any housework, cooking, lifting, working out, driving, or video gaming (Manager Sejin said it needed to be in there because of the maknae line) until medically cleared.

2—The Prime Alpha himself would pay for all of your personal expenses while you were staying at the pack house during the contract period.

3—BigHit would grant a salary that was more than enough to pay for your flat, utilities, and other regular bills. To be honest, it was enough to pay off your useless student loan, too.

4—The contract lasted for 8 weeks and can be extended or modified at your request and the Bangtan Pack's agreement.

But what caught your attention the most was they had left out the clause regarding ruts. 

“Manager Sejin, What about the rut clause?”

“Ah yes, let me get Namjoon-ssi for that one,” he says while getting up and retrieving the Prime Alpha from the living where they were all waiting.

“Hello, Miss Y/L/N, Manager Sejin said you had a question about the contract for me?” Namjoon questions as he takes a seat on the other side of the table next to said manager.

“Yes,” you sit up, trying to maintain professionalism. “I have gone over the contact, and while your manager has done well explaining it, I have one that, apparently, you must answer.”

Looking him dead in the eye, which causes the Prime Alpha to shift in his seat, you ask, “Why is there no rut clause in the proposed contract? I thought you said that was in it?”

It was cute how red his face became when you asked, “Umm… well... There are a couple of reasons.” Licking his lips, Namjoon glanced at Manager Sejin, who only looked amused and couldn’t wait to hear what he would come up with.

“Firstly, right now, none of the pack are set to have a rut within the time that Dr. Blackwell said you would need to heal. However, and I guess this is more of the real reason why some of the mates have expressed a concern… well, the pack is not…”

“Prime Alpha, I get it. The elder Mr. Kim and Yoongi expressed that I may be appealing,” you smile only to cover the small pang of hurt as you say, “but that doesn’t mean any of you would want me that way.”

Manager Sejin shakes his head as confusion fills Namjoon's face, ”No, no… God, why am I so bad at this?” Namjoon says, running his hands over his face.

“You are appealing, very much so, and the rut clause is not in the contract because the pack doesn’t want you to think that skinship is off the table,” Jungkook startles the three of you from the hall.

“I'm Sorry, Joonie-hyung. We could all hear you floundering, and I couldn’t take it anymore,” he says, walking in and sitting next to you.

“Thank you, Kookie. You all know that I can get lost for the right words sometimes.”

“Mr. Jeon, why would not having the rut clause in the contract make you think that?” you ask, turning to give him your full attention.

“Skinship consists of many things: hugs, holding hands, sniff kisses, pecks on the head or cheeks, massaging, cuddling, and scenting, to name a few. At this point, you and I have done a few of these. You also have done some with Yoongi and…”

Jungkook takes hold of your good hand and brings your wrist to his nose. Sniffing, a smile beams on his face, and his leg starts to bounce, “Yep, and you were also scented by Jinnie-hyung.”

“Miss Y/L/N, many playmates take these actions as openings or requests to have intercourse with us. That is not what we have wanted from any of them. Therefore, it is why that rut clause is always added to their contracts,” Namjoon adds. 

“Oh. I am not used to skinship outside of my family pack,” glancing at Namjoon and then at Jungkook. “But… It did feel comforting with Yoongi’s hugs, your cuddles, and the elder Mr. Kim’s scenting. While I am not used to it, it does feel nice.”

A slight blush heats your face and neck. Thinking back to the comfort of Yoongi holding you, the calmness Jungkook and Seokjin brought you, and the warmth you felt in Hoseok's arms. All the men in the room smile at your confession.

“Good, I would have been very sad if I had to stop cuddling with you, Y/n,” Jungkook says while playing with your fingers. 

“Miss Y/n,” Manager Sejin calls your attention, “Does that mean you will sign the contract?”

Your eyes drop to the paper in front of you, the empty line above the word ‘playmate’ waiting for your signature. Taking a deep breath, you smell the vanilla again, this time mixed with a leather-like smell and cookies.

“What happened?” asked Taehyung.

“Did she agree?” inquired Jimin.

“Don’t tell me – we lost her already,” demands Seokjin.

Yoongi stands from his seat and makes toward the dining room to try one more time to talk you into staying. However, he stops when you enter the room, holding a packet of papers.

“Yoongi, Hoseok, Taehyung, Jimin,” you call their names as your eyes look over the room and come to an end on the last one, “Seokjin.”

The boys and their Alphas shudder at having you say their actual names. Each step forward, like you are taking a roll call as they wait for some indication as to what is going on.

With a deep and respectful 90-degree bow, you say in Korean, “My name is Y/L/N, Y/N. I put myself in your hands as your new playmate.”

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Love love love your story so far and wish I could afford your Patreon because it sounds so fun/would love to support you and your fam! (maybe one day when work is more stable🤞🏼)

Also small question about American Mate:

Since we know that the members did not engage in ruts or heats with playmates before, does this mean none of them have had any ruts or hearts with a female partner in the past? If so, then MC will be their first female experience sexually? If that’s a spoiler, I understand if you need to give a vague answer or none at all but the last chapter got me curious 👀

Hello dear reader!

I am so happy you are loving the story so far. I can completely understand that $5 can be too much for some people because some months just have too much going on. When even you are able, I would love to have you!

By the way, you are smart to think of that question. I will do my best to answer without giving away too much.

Much like our real-life Bangtan boys, they were not always together. and this means that some have had outside sexual experiences with and without ruts. The key word is 'some' and not all. So, yes, the MC will end up being their first female sexual experience.

OMG!!! Thank you so much for including American Mate on your list, @jakeys-layla! I am honored! This is the first list that I have been added to, and it is a momentous occasion! Thank you 1000%

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My Favorite A/B/O Stories (Part 3)

American Mate ldysmfrst homepage

@ldysmfrst

BTS ot7 x Reader, omegaverse, hybrid au, soulmates au, plus-sized reader

The Hybrid K-pop group BTS is on tour in America; of course, things don't start out the way they should, but after an encounter with Y/n, things change but will everyone follow Fate?

Breed My Alpha 

@here4kpopfics

Yoongi x Jimin, omegaverse, role reversals (gender identity changes)

Alpha Yoongi loves when Jimin goes into heat because the omega seems to think he’s actually the alpha and Yoongi *loves* going along with it.

Lavender Boy 

@hyunvngs

Yang Jeongin x Reader, omegaverse, skz pack, possessive jeongin

you want the newly presented alpha jeongin to help you with your heat, but you're a little embarrassed - until you realise he desperately wants to spend it with you.

Treasure 

@peachesyeo

Seonghwa x male!Reader x Hongjoong, omegaverse, bdsm themes, dom/sub themes

read the preview Treasure Preview 

Allure 

@last-words-ofashootingstar

Seonghwa x Reader x Hongjoong, omegaverse, yandere matz, dark themes (read the warnings!)

Kim Hongjoong and Park Seonghwa. The most known and feared alphas of the new generation. It took two dozen elder alphas to subdue them and stick them in the world's most secluded prison- hidden away in the mountains. The prison that sweet little omega (Y/n)'s works at. 

redamancy 

@gimmethatagustd

Taehyung x Jungkook, omegaverse, strangers to lovers au, love at first sight

When Taehyung’s suppressants unexpectedly stop working, it takes a soft-spoken, doe-eyed omega to calm the aggressive alpha instincts that consume him.

For Your Safety

@mymoodwriting 

NCT x Reader, omegaverse, dark themes (read! the! warnings! seriously!)

It was decided long ago that omegas needed to be protected and kept out of the general public, and that’s been the norm for years. Any omega born in society was allowed to remain with their family until the age of eighteen. Some said you were lucky to be an omega but you didn’t completely trust this claim of paradise awaiting you, so before it was your time to go you ran. You managed to build a life for yourself and be normal, that is until one day you make a fatal mistake that threatens to destroy everything you’ve built.

like a river 

@gimmethatagustd

Taehyung x Yoongi x Namjoon, omegaverse, college professors au, coworkers to lovers

As the only omega professor in the Department of Philosophy at Seoul National University, Yoongi is accustomed to dealing with pretentious alphas who think the world revolves around knots.

new flame 

@gimmethatagustd

Taehyung x Reader, omegaverse, strangers to lovers au

Flame is a dating app designed for omegas and alphas to find heat and rut partners. You’re skeptical of using the app, not anticipating that you might find someone who is more than just a new flame.

Out Of Love 

@mymoodwriting

Key x Reader, omegeaverse, dark themes (read the warnings!)

Everyone knew the rules, at eighteen, omegas would be taken from their families. It was a kinda harsh reality for them, and the years leading up were just as bad, or so you’ve heard. All you could ever do was watch and maybe lend a hand to your schools only omega, but you could never imagine or understand their pain. You even felt guilty sometimes for how great of a life you had in comparison. Loving parents, awesome friends, it was the best, but nothings perfect and past mistakes will always catch up to you, even if you don’t know about them.

God yes! Like all the f*ing time! I was just talking with @bethanysnow about this. The first 30 mins (minimum) are dedicated to “editing” or “making sure the time like works” or “don’t want to go off topic” when all you really are doing is enjoying re-reading your own shit.

the issue with writing for yourself is that you will get sucked into rereading your own fic over and over and pretend it’s “editing,” but really you’re just reading because it’s exactly what you want to read. because you wrote it. for you.

Writing Update

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This is the current word count for Chapter 8 of American Mate, and I am not done yet!

The members of my Patreon have spoken, and a Flemish Giant Hybrid Jungkook sketch is in the works, followed by a Jaguar Hybrid Yoongi.

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This is the final word count for Chapters 6 and 7 of Breaking and Entering. Chapter 6 has been released to my Patreon members already and will be released on Tumblr in two more days. Chapter 7 will be released early for Patreon members on May 25th. A membership poll about Chapter 8 will be released on May 28th.

I promise I am getting there, but writing with everything going on is not easy.

Thank you for your patience!

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Welcome to the Jeon household. The BST hybrid Idol’s family is just a much full of energy as the Golden Maknae. While the youngest member of BTS isn’t pictured in this collection due to currently being on the Permission to Dance Tour, he was more than happy to allow us to compliment his lovely family in this compilation of at home videos.

(Dearest readers I saw this and I just thought it would be a cute idea for our Kookie’s family. Thank you to @marco3173 for posting this. I hope it’s okay I share and hint it for my American Mate -A BTS Hybrid Playmate AU. Enjoy 💜💜💜)

America Mate (8) - Time to Tell the Family Pack

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Chapter 8 is live for Patreon members! This chapter is 11,456 words of fluff, intensity, and amusement. Check out a teaser below!

“Are you serious? You agreed to be our playmate?” Soekjin inquires, stepping up next to Yoongi.

Standing up, you look at the two hybrids with a smile. “Yes,” you say, glancing over at Namjoon and Jungkook. “I may not be a normal playmate, and this may not be a normal situation, but I am willing to try to make it work.”

At your words, the pack erupts into exclamations of joy, shock, and happiness. The room is flooded with happy scents and a warm abundance of vanilla. 

Their reactions also make you smile, which only becomes wider when you become a Yoongi and Jungkook sandwich. Soon follows Seokjin, then Taehyung and Hoseok, and lastly comes Jimin and Namjoon. You have fully been engulfed in a pack pile. 

While it is all good and dandy, they won’t let go. Logically, you understand that they are just finding a way to claim you as their playmate and temporary pack member. The attention is a little unnerving. 

“Well, this is an endearing sight to see, Bangtan. I won’t disrupt too much. I just wanted to let you all know that I have sent over the signed contract. Miss Y/n only needs to attend a health screening appointment and clear her office desk by the end of the week. Everything should be good,” Manager Sejin says from the hallway. 

“I will let myself out. Remember you have a schedule tomorrow which Yoongi is excused from to assist her, but the rest of you need sleep. It's getting late.”

With that, you find yourself still in the middle of a very warm cluster of hybrid men. As thrilled as most Army would be, it is too much too soon for you.

“Umm, guys. Can we maybe take a step back?” you ask the group, resulting in unpleasant grumbles all around. 

“No, like, really. I need air, or space, or breathing room.” with still no response, you raise your voice, “I need out!” 

You are now batting and pushing for freedom while raising your voice, breaking the boys out of whatever headspace they had gone into. The boys move to sit or stand around the living room, now feeling mildly awkward as you are feeling disgruntled and overwhelmed. 

Once you can wiggle out of them, move to the farthest corner near the backyard doors, take a few breaths, and let the warm vanilla scent settle you. 

Man, you need to find out what kind of cleaner or candle they use.

The boys look at each other and have silent conversations with their eyes and hands about what should happen next since they realize they have overstepped yet again. 

At this most inopportune time, your stomach decides to roar like a ravenous dragon. Looking at your phone, you realize you ate last at the lunch meeting with Manager Sejin.

“It seems that my promise to keep you eating well and happy starts right away,” Seokjin says with a slight chuckle as he walks up next to you.

He hands you his phone with the Doordash app open. “Here you go, dear. Dinner is on me. Pick any place you like and order whatever you want. I think the rest of us should go unpack enough to sleep.”

The boys nod and murmur in agreement, moving to their rooms. Namjoon mentions something about no seafood, and Taehyung asks for nothing spicy.

“Oh… Thank you, Mr. Kim,” you smile while looking through the app, only to stop when a hand is placed on your arm.

“You are with us now. Please use our names or even nicknames. I hope you feel comfortable and allow us to use yours as well,” Seokjin mentions before heading upstairs.

“Names or nicknames. Got it – Jin.”

Before going down the hall, he smiles at you one last time, “When you are done ordering for everyone, just send it out.”

After giving him a thumbs up, you murmur to yourself, “Order for everyone… no, what was it again? Oy… I hardly know what I want most of the time, much less for seven Korean men.

Some times my best friend (who the character Derek in American Mate is based on) just makes me realize how “Derp” I can be… see photo for proof. I am the Blue and he is the black. You may laugh at my expense… I laughed too. 💜💜💜