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So What? | MYG | Chapter 13

Pair: Hybrid Cat Yoongi x F Reader 

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

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

Warnings: Contains explicit language, abuse

WC: 2.2K

Taglist: @bearr02 @svnbangtansworld @vintageoldfashion @rkivemaar @bontensbabygirl @codeinebelle @ldysmfrst @idkjustlovingbts @popcatx0 @yoonjinsgirl @marblemoonstones

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You thought that constantly moving your body - or doing something - would take your mind off the elephant in there. But it doesn’t. You were trained to multi-task, your brain was trained to move miles per hour and it used to be one of your favourite traits. Now, you absolutely hated it. 

You didn’t know if Yoongi was coming back or if he was completely out of your life. No matter how hard you try to distract yourself, your brain circles back to him. You just couldn’t seem to forget the one thing you don’t want to remember. 

It was infuriating. 

The very fact that your own body would betray you like that. Your rest was ripped from you. 

You have cleaned the house from top to bottom, not a single dust in sight. From vacuuming the floor to wiping the tiny edges around the corners, washing sheets and curtains to cleaning the windows and grills. The only room you didn’t dare to touch was his room. You cleaned the floor but did not wash the sheets. You left the cat stuffy on the bed, still lying on the bed, belly up. You had spent the most time in that room. It hurts to see what belonged to him still lying around when his very own presence was not around. 

It sure was not easy to forget someone who doesn’t want you to. 

You were not certain about what had happened after the lawsuit and all Namjoonw told you was, “Yoongi is doing okay.” You didn’t quite know how popular he had gotten until Seokjin had rushed over in the afternoon to check on you. He had slipped that Yoongi giving talks on speaking up for oneself on hybrid platforms. 

Call you stupid for making yourself remember the very person you want to forget. Yet, you were here, lying on the sofa, scrolling through the comments on the latest magazines. 

You had realised that Lillianne and Seokjin came out with some sort of schedule to check on you and as much as you claimed that you were more than capable of taking care of yourself, you were grateful for the company you had. Seokjin had originally banned you from work, wanting you to take some time off and process the lawsuit. But you had done all that you could do in the house and sat in a bundle of blankets most of the time, you begged him to let you come back. 

No, supposedly one wouldn’t call it begging. But it is his company after all and you could only work if you turned up. So you did. Turned up one of the days and clocked in. You worked until Seokjin figured out that you were not home and went down to the shop. You had expected him to be furious but all your brother did was sigh and sat at one of the benches to continue his work. 

But the distraction at work could only last so long. 

When you get home, aching body, you still lay in bed to scroll through your social media platforms. While you had your fair share of time online before you took Yoongi in, you didn’t need much of it. You’d rather spend more time with him than spend time scrolling mindlessly on that little device. 

Seokjin had dropped you off that night, reminding you to take care of yourself. Namjoon had called you a few hours after the lawsuit, telling you that the process of finalizing was going to take more time than expected due to its further complications behind the doors. Jimin and Ji-Hye had called you occasionally to check up on you. Hoseok called to keep you as updated as possible. 

Not that it made anything easier for you of course. Ending things on a bad note is not the way you like to have things. You wanted to have some time with Yoongi, to express yourself and apologise to him. But Namjoon told you that it was better to not be seen with him for the time being as people may take it the wrong way and see it as you hurting him. 

“You gotta remember that he is no longer under your care. People would take it that you want him back and now it is a sensitive topic with the facility abuse he has gotten. People might think that you are no different from his previous owners and you will get yourself in further trouble that way.”

That day the fight occurred, Yoongi had made it extremely clear to you that he didn’t want you - as a mate or an owner. These thoughts circled you, constantly hovering over like a dark cloud. It was essentially living in your mind rent-free. 

Trying to keep yourself as updated as possible on the process of finalisation, you were constantly slapped with how well Yoongi was doing. Hunting Namjoon for some slick of information also came in useless. He does not even give you so much of a hint as to what is coming next.

But Hoseok had called a few hours ago during your dinner break, informing you that Yoongi’s tracker is located at Jimin’s house. At that moment, you wanted to barge in and demand why the Parks didn’t let you know. But you restrained yourself. If Yoongi felt that their house was a safer space, he was free to stay and you did not want to intrude in his space any further.

But it was a frazzled Jimin who reached out to you just as you were about to head to bed, that ticked off a box in your head. 

They didn’t know he was coming either. 

“Y/N! Oh god, finally! I have been trying to reach you for ages! I even called Seokjin but he said he didn’t know where you were!” Jimin screeched. “Are you okay? Home? Safe?”

“I'm fine, Jimin. I was at work so I didn’t manage to pick up the phone.”

Oh, Seokjin definitely knew where you were. You rolled your eyes. At least he saved your ass from crying at work. 

“Yoongi - He, he is over at my house. I just wanted to let you know.”

You sighed. “Yeah… Hoseok managed to reach me during my break time and informed me about the situation.”

“Oh.”

The silence through the phone was uncomfortable. 

“Well, I’ll talk some sense into him. I promise.”

“Jimin, don’t.” You held out your hand in front of you like he could see it. “Just - Just leave him be. If he wished to come back, he’d come back. If he doesn’t, he doesn’t. I will not force him and be a tethering burden to him anymore.”

“You’re not a burden!” 

“But Yoongi might feel that way. Opinions can be easily changed. Just leave him be.”

You were so close to crying. The very fact that Yoongi doesn’t want to come home has already pushed you to exhaustion. You didn’t even know if he chose to remain with you or to be a free hybrid. The choices of the lawsuit stayed fresh in your mind, plaguing both your consciousness and subconsciousness.

“Okay.”

Jimin swore he said okay but he wouldn’t be okay. 

He was a man of his word and he hated to go back on any of his promises. But this time, he would. He would not sit and watch you and Yoongi grow further apart, yearning for each other but never trying because of the lack of communication. 

But he could understand why it turned out like this. When he told Ji-Hye that he was a hybrid, and showed her, he was so afraid that she would leave him. And when she told him that she needed some time to think again, Jimin was absolutely crushed. 

He felt like his whole world had crumbled beneath his feet. 

But he couldn’t stay away from his mate for a very long time. He tried to gain back her affection but what he didn’t know then was that Ji-Hye never did lose any love for him. They had a - luckily - happy ending. Not all the time do humans and hybrids come together. And he could see - as clear as day - that the both of you loved the other deeply. 

So much so that you made up assumptions about the other and caused pain. 

Jimin put down the phone and sighed. 

Fluffing up his hair, he got up from the comfy confinements of his bed and headed over to Yoongi’s. No, he would not stand around idly and watch the show. 

Knocking his knuckles against the door of the guest room, he heard a muffled “Come in”. Slowly opening the door, he spotted Yoongi at the edge of the room, curled up with multiple blankets on top of him. 

“Is the bed not comfortable?”

Yoongi shook his head. “I just got used to sleeping beside Y/N and the bed feel big right now. If you don’t mind, I’ll sleep on the floor instead.”

Jimin nodded. He understood how he felt. The house always felt lonely when Ji-Hye was overseas or working the night shifts. 

“I just wanted to talk to you about something. It -”

“If it’s anything about Y/N, I don’t want to hear it.”

(Well, you certainly can hear a pin drop after that.)

“It hurts as much as it is already. Stop. Everybody is telling me about Y/N, Y/N. What you guys don’t understand is that I have already lost her. I hurt her. The one person who showed me the world. So I’m trying to give her space - because I know that if I go back, I’ll be kicked out immediately. I just want to savour it for now.” Jimin’s heart clenched at the way the cat hybrid sniffled in the jacket. “Y/N doesn’t want a bad kitty and I’ve been a horrible one. So just leave me alone. Please.”

By now, tears were streaming down Yoongi’s face non-stop. 

Jimin knows that it is important for people to cry - that it is a way of expression. And by no means does he want to stop Yoongi from doing so. But he needed to clear the air even if it meant so. 

“Yoongi.” He called out the cat’s name and only when he saw no resistance, ears tilting in his direction, did he continue. “Y/N-” Jimin’s throat closed up. He knew there were a few ways that this conversation would go and he was hoping for better options. “Y/N would love you home.”

“That’s not true. Y/N doesn’t want a bad kitty.” The way the last two words rolled off Yoongi’s tongue felt venomous to him. 

“Yoongi, Y/N would rather you be home with her than on the streets. That girl loves you so much you have no idea. And I’m sure you love her the same. The both of you are trying to give each other space but right now, space is not what you need. The both of you need to work it out - to understand each other.”

“You are hurting and so is she. Being away from each other isn’t helping the case either. Y/N does not know whether you have chosen to stay or leave. No information was put out and due to the NDA, even Namjoon and Hoseok are not allowed to talk about it. Her heart hurts every day. She is not given the news and only if you had chosen the option of becoming a free hybrid, she would receive termination papers.”

At this, Yoongi shot up, the blankets around him falling onto the floor. His red-rimmed eyes puffed up even more as his lips wobbled, an indication of another waterfall. “But - But - I didn’t choose that!” Yoongi bawled into his hands. “I chose to stay! I swear, I swear!”

All Jimin wanted to do was to bring Yoongi in for a hug but he knew he needed to stand firm for now. Balling his hands into fists at his side, Jimin continued. “She has not received the papers and she hopes to never. But it is the anxiety of it being at her doorstep every day that is starting to wear her down.”

The sound of crying and whining echoed in the room. 

Sighing, Jimin walked over to Yoongi, bringing his arms over the man and pulling him in for a hug. The both of them swayed side to side until Yoongi’s cries subsided to sniffles. Short and harsh, he was still trying to catch his breath. 

Jimin pulled away, earning a stumble from Yoongi. “Go talk to Y/N, Yoongi. Trust me, she wants nothing more than you in her arms, back home all snuggled up.”

Yoongi only turned back and walked towards the bunch of blankets, starting the process of wrapping them around himself again. Jimin sighed softly and left the room, turning off the lights. Only as he closed the door, did he hear Yoongi say, “I’ll think about it.”