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The working pup ( Havanese Dog Hybrid! Male x Min Yoongi)

Warning: The fiction will contain depression, anxiety, stress disorder, drinking, self-harm, suicide attempt, suicide thoughts. If you are sensitive to the thing listed previously, I will recommend not to read. I can understand something because I suffer from some of these mental illnesses. However, I don’t wish to trigger any of my lovely readers. Proceed with caution.

I will put a warning when the things get a bit darker you may skip ahead to the warning ending. IMPORTANT A/N AT THE END I KNOW YOU DONT LIKE THEM BUT I WANT TO MAKE THIS CLEAR.

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Min Yoongi, know as Suga or Agust D, has made a name for himself in the entertainment industry with his group Bantang Seoyondan. A rapper, producer, and random knowledge provided to his group and people around him. His friends would always tell him how he needed to take care of himself. Yet, he did not listen. When locking himself in his 'Genius lab,' it was a space for him to produce, create, work—a room for him to break down without bothering the other.

As the second oldest of the group, he wanted to help his younger friend lend a shoulder and an ear to listen to their worries, sadness, and bothers. It was hard when you felt the need to take care of others that you forget to take care of yourself. He knew that he could sill his emotion and thoughts to his Hyung, but the same word would appear as clear as day.

A bother.

He felt like a burthen to everyone, a collection of complaints and hate toward him soak his poor brain. Yoongi felt that his work was never enough, and even if his younger teammates look up to him, he felt like nothing he did was that good. He would smile out to the world to show his gratitude and his love toward his fans, friends, and family, but in the end, his production space was where he let that mask fall.

This particular night he had come into the shared apartment late half-drunk but nowhere near his right state of mind. The question that always pops up in his mind now and then had set off. It was only a matter of time where his cup would be full, and he felt like it was drowning him.

'Am I even this great to be here?'

'Maybe if I end, will the pain stop?'

'I am not enough for anybody, no even for myself.'

'The group will be better off without me.'

'Army, I love you, but I can't do this anymore.'

The thought hit him like a truck harder than he thought he had set his mind that he was going to do it. He didn't harm himself before, but he thought, what better way to go out it by overdosing and a couple of cuts.

Yoongi set himself to go to the kitchen and the cabinet where they would keep the over-the-counter drugs. His eyes scan the cabinet and the medium-sized bottle that read acetylsalicylic acid, also known as Aspirin. He put the bottle in his jacket and closed the cabinet, and moved on to the drawer where they kept their knives—grabbing one of the sharpest they had.

Yoongi had decided to go to his room. He wanted to do this in his safe space where nobody would bother him. By the look of the hallway, it seemed that everyone was asleep or they were out. He locked his room door, took a quick shower, and put on comfortable clothes, a plain black shirt with some basketball shorts.

WARNING STARTS HERE

Yoongi looked around his room. All the things BTS had to accomplish through the year made him so proud. He was proud to be in this group, but he knew that he was better without him. The white hair man sighed smiled. He had a great run while it lasted. He had leftover a couple of hundred pre-recorded beats for his group. It was the least he could do.

The medium-sized bottle now in his right hand and his left hand cracking up, the lid opened. White pills. Yoongi had held his breath and shuffled to sit on his bed. He swallowed the thick resting saliva that had been held since the time he stepped inside his room.

The silent room is killing his nerves by a light ringing tone of silence. He closed his eye, and with a shaky hand, he brought the bottle up his pouty mouth and tilted his head back, letting in the pill slide into his mouth. Some of them spilled out, but as long as more than half was inside, he was okay with it. The shaky hand throws the bottle into the wall, and the rest of the pills flew around. He cups his face as he swallowed the overdose.

Teardrops were slowly seeking out the exterior of his body. The young man gently laid himself back on his bed, letting out silent sobs and shaky breath while he grabbed the sharp item he was going to use to harm himself.

"This is better Yoongi. Nobody will remember you when you get old, so why not start early." His words reach nobody but himself as a claim and reassurance that what he was doing was the best way to go. No other way.

The pale hand with badly chewed nails grabbed the handle of the metal tool. He rose it up to his eye level and studied the sharp tool. The same knife they would use to cup up meat that would warm up his belly was the same one that he would use to frore his body to the other side.

The silent sobs were now much more audible than before. His pain, his sadness leaked out. He was numb with so much hurt. Yoongi rose his hand left arm and brought his right one that held the tool and started slitting, cutting the once virgin skin into battle scars.

"Don't worry even if I leave

You'll do well on your own

I remember when I first met you."

The pills had set in, making every slit less painful than the one before. Had he made the right choice?

"Before I knew it, you grew up

Though we are putting an end to our relationship

Don't ever feel sorry to me

I will get to meet you again no matter what form

Greet me happily, then."

Maybe he will become a star and shine down on his family, friend, Bandmates, and mostly ARMY to guide them in their journey. Let his pain be free and not caged where only he suffered alone in the darkness.

His vision started to fade as the leak of crimson red started to soak up his bedsheet. The room now perfumed with iron.

"Wanna put an end to this winter

How much longing should we see snowing down

To have the days of spring, Friend"

Each word was getting slower and raspier.

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Jimin had woken up in a bit of panic. He did not understand why but he was up already. He would go to his hyungs room to sleep and cuddle up with him in these cases, letting the oldest be the little spoon.

Jimin had grabbed his pillow and slip on his slipper, ready to go to his Lil meow meow room. When he reaches Yoongi's room, he knocked and tried to open the door. To his surprise that it was lock. Yoongi never locked the door, and if he did, he would open it knowing it was him coming over. A sense of panic washed over his body when he didn't hear anything from the elder's room.

"Hyung?"

More knocks from the petit hand. Jimin bit his lips and look around and remember that they kept the keys in the kitchen. He rushes over and saw Jungkook there opening a bottle of banana milk.

"Hyung? What is wrong? why are you sweating like that?"

The younger asked, a bit scared to his Jimin in a state that he had only seen when he had fallen back in his old unhealthy habits.

"Jungkook, I need you to be ready to call 911, or something Yoongi is not opening his room, and I have this feeling," Jimin sputtered while looking for the key. Once he found Jungkook had to pull out his phone, ready to dial if need. Jimin rushed back to the elder's room and quickly opened it.

The room felt much colder than it originally was. Jimin's eye fell onto the male on the bed whose bed was dripping with blood. Jimin is quickly pulling himself together. He went to aid his Hyung, ignoring the metallic smell, and went to see how soaked up his body was.

He wanted to scream tears blinded his eye, but he wiped them away, activating quickly, and started to wrap the elder's arm and tightly tie it on the slit.

"JungKook call now don't stand there call!" Jimin started screaming at the younger, still as a rock, eyes blown out entirely and in shock. He snapped out of it and pressed the automatic 119 number. Thankfully, he spoke to the man over the phone without any crack, but inside his body, she felt like screaming and crying. Why would Yoongi do this?

Jimin's hysterical cry woke up the whole house, bringing four in their room to the source of his cries.

Jin pushed away from the ones that stood shocked and looked around for the item that Yoongi used before.

"NO!" Hoseok yelled, going to grab his Hyung, and was stopped by a tearful Namjoon. Namjoon knew everyone would not be in their state of mind, but he understood that if everyone were to drop the bleeding male on top, it would make matters worse.

Teahyung was held by the youngest that he had tried to pray off his hand. The room felt so cold, and the smell of death was slowly consuming the room.

A knock brought the member out of their state. Jin quickly opens the front door, letting the paramedic in and letting them Help Yoongi while Jin had the task of holding a sobbing Jimin away from Yoongi.

"We need to take him now to an emergency. There is no time. Meet us over at Asan Medical Center Seoul" The paramedic rushed out with the team and Yoongi's body on a stretcher.

END OF WARNING 

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About a week later from the incident, Yoongi was going to therapy at least every three weeks. He was prescribed medication for depression, anxiety, and stress disorder. The process was tedious for him, but he didn't want his bandmates to go through the same. He made his goal to try to get himself back in condition, but he needed to have help. His bandmates were a great help, but he knew that they had their own problems to deal with too.

"Mr. Min?"

He didn't want to go back to square one, but it was hard for him to do so. He was supposed to be resting, but he had gone back to his space to create more, and while he had dance practice and vocal session to record, he still didn't feel the same.

"Mr. Min!" The physicist brought the male attention.

"Huh?" Responded Yoongi.

"I was asking, have you thought about getting a service hybrid?" The lady started witting down notes on Yoongi's reaction and emotions.

"I- No. I dont know."

"Well, Mr. Min Service hybrids are great while we will still keep you under your regular medication. Service hybrid can provide a different level of comfort than what a human could. While a human can be a great support. I am sure that they might not understand or detect your feeling as hybrid do. You are a great candidate for a service hybrid, Mr. Min. Especially if you are touring, they will help you a lot. I understand if you need to think about it, but I highly suggest it. Service Hybrid is trained to help you. Their job is focused on making use to keep you safe, making use you take your pill on time, and always staying by your side. A couple of shelter academies where they train therapy hybrids, service hybrids, and emotional support hybrids. Right now, it would be best if you had a Service Hybrid that can go everywhere with you to help you with depression, anxiety, and self-harming situation." The doctor said, writing down a letter of approval, signing it, and sealing it in a manila envelope.

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Yoongi had come home thinking about this service hybrid thing. Would it help him? He needs to do his own work and study a bit about what was a service hybrid. What did they do? And how it would benefit his mental health.

A couple of days went by. With him doing research, he came to realize that he was going to commit to this. He wanted to be better. He hated how he would disturb his bandmates with agonizing cries and a sleepless night. He did not want to become a bigger problem.

He needed the opinion of his bandmate before going to the shelter academy.

"So I know that these nights have been hell for you guys. I hate that I am the one that is making you guys suffer because of me." A slight pause in between his word as a nervous shiver rushed down his spine. What if they didn't want the service hybrid here? Would he have to go back to his apartment alone without his bandmates?

"Hyung." Taehyung, who was sitting next to the shaking male, brought his hand on top of his leg to calm his leg's rapid movement.

"Dont worry, hyung. You know we love you, and even if we have to stay by your side, it is better than seeing you go." Jimin said softly with a warm smile.

Yoongi nodded his head and chewed lightly on the inside of his cheek. " The doctor said that I was a candidate for a service hybrid. I did my research on them before what was the job the hybrid would help with. I understand If you dont want a hybrid here, but I just dont want this routine to keep going. You guys have things to deal with, and I dont want to be a burthen anymore, so if I had somebody that could help me, it would cut down your stress by a lot." Yoongi, shifting on his seat, nervous of the other reaction, just kept his eye on the floor.

An empty response until Hoseok spoke up.

"Hyung, if it is something that will help you get better, do it. No matter what it is, as long it is healthy and not destructive. We dont discriminate hybrid or not. They are still welcome." Hoseok stood up and hugged Yoongi tightly.

"We should go check out the shelter academy tomorrow. The faster we get the paper, the better our adorable and badass Yoongi will heal." Jin stated, and Namjoon nodded. Nobody had disagreed with this decision. They just hope this Service hybrid would help their dear brother and bandmate.

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A/N: I know that this is darker that the other stories but i want to make a small emphasis on how I be using a bit of Service Animal Work because they also help people a-lot and they should be recognized for their time and hard work.

I want make something clear Service animal(dog because according to the article i was reading only dog are recognized fo now.) are different from Therapy dog and emotional support animal. While wish to make sure everything is correct there are major difference in their work.

I am not a professional I was lookin up some information because i think people are not as educated and in the USA think that it is ok to dress an untrained service dog to pretend to be just because they want their dog to be with them. It stress me out because I know the importance of loving a dog and I wish i could bring my dog everywhere but the case it my dog is not a service animal nor therapy nor emotional support and I need to respect those that have their service animal with them. When i see one i look away quickly because i know the pooch is working hard to maintain it owner healthy.

Anyway enough about my rant i will be reading more information about some of the  things service dogs( especially at self harm/anxiety/ depression service dogs) do but rewire it to be hybrids. 

I am sorry if you felt uncomfortable reader but these are things that i have go thoughts at one point my life when i was younger and i guess i reflected some of my thoughts over to the character yoongi. (AS A FANFIC NOT REALITY. I am sure that idols have it really bad with the hate and it is not my telling or saying that Yoongi has done this. No this is simply FANFIC. please dont make me stress this enough)