Work Friends (miruko X Reader, Part 1)

my neighbor totoro [となりのトトロ ] + nature & rain

hell was the journey but it brought me heaven !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which their invisible string was a random unhinged tweet from her and him being her brother's best friend.

or

for when you find someone who's exactly like you and will love you in all the right ways. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

warnings - language

author's note - back for a while :))) i hope u like this <3 thank u so much for reading, i love you <333333

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yourusername im actually the chillest girl alive if u don't count the batshit insane shit i've done and continue to do so

8,628 comments

username GIRL WE KNOW

username BITCH HOW ARE U NOT GONNA ACKNOWLEDGE THAT TWEET

username so we all collectively agree that *that* tweet was targeted and it was targeted at DANIEL

username wonder how max is holding up tbh like losing ur bf to ur sister??? gawd dayum

username the most unhinged thing she has ever done and im not even surprised like

username babe js tag him at this point

maxverstappen1 answer my phone.

-> yourusername and u r?????

-> maxverstappen1 IM HOW U WILL MEET UR END IF U DON'T ANSWER THE FUCKING PHONE

-> yourusername im telling kelly u yelled at me in MY comments section

-> username girl made max so mad he said "u" and "ur" and "im"

username i SCREECHED when i opened twt like???

username daniel is cheesing so hard rn like that lil shit is probably enjoying this sm

username lando charles carlos lewis NANDO crying over losing a girl to the mf who was unemployed for like half the season

username daniel NOW is the time to slide UP in her dms

username max is gonna feral at the next race

-> username he'll purposely be going slow JUST so he can have daniel kiss the wall i can feel it

-> username FORMULA ONE IS SOOOOO BACK LET'S FUCKING GO

username needed this drama in my life yes 🙏

charles_leclerc "batshit insane shit" and it's you breaking my heart

-> yourusername in another life, i let you make me potentially poisoned pesto (and make ME into pesto)

-> maxverstappen1 WHAT IS THAT THING IN THE PARENTHESES IT DOESN'T EVEN MAKE SENSE

-> username PLEASE max is so suffering bc of this

username SHE KNOWS WHAT SHE'S DOING

landonorris 3 isn't even that good of a number

-> yourusername idk i like 3 ://

-> landonorris 4 is bigger than 3 js sayin :)

-> yourusername he's bigger where it matters

-> maxverstappen1 HOW DO U KNOW THAT

-> yourusername GIRL HOW DO *U* KNOW THAT

-> username someone get daniel here asap omg

username SHE HAS NO FILTER IM SCREAMING

username lando saw that tweet and burst into tears

-> landonorris real

username max is driving with a personal vendetta in next race

username "batshit insane shit" love to see new poetic devices being invented

danielricciardo hey

-> yourusername heyyy

-> username 3 "y"s GIRL GET UP

-> username we lost her guys

danielricciardo i heard you like big noses

-> yourusername ahahahahaha what!!!!!!!!

-> maxverstappen1 DANIEL RICCIARDO I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN

danielricciardo what's your favourite flower (THIS IS A TOTALLY UNRELATED QUESTION)

-> yourusername i love pink roses (YEAH OKAY I BELIEVE U)

-> maxverstappen1 i'm chucking those trash flowers in the trash it's ON SIGHT

-> yourusername go take a nap since u wanna act like a kid maxverstappen1

-> username PLEASEEE

username half the grid pulling at their hair rn

username i know nando is fuming rn likeeee this is such an L for ALL of them

maxverstappen1 this is what happens when you let someone have unsupervised internet access in their childhood

-> yourusername as if u and i aren't cut from the same branch. i saw those texts about charles and im not afraid of being a homwrecker and f1 deserves to have all the slutiness BACK! i owe sebastianvettel that

-> maxverstappen1 FALSE ACCUSATIONS

-> sebastianvettel do it for the bees

-> maxverstappen1 UR INVALID GO AWAY

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yourusername saying "me n who" knowing exactly who

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username SHUT THE FUCK UP OHMY HOF

username no WAY that's not daniel

username ??? what?????

username y/n i just need one PEAK at those lestappen texts i will never ever ever ever never ever ever never ever never ever bother u ever again like never ever again

-> username no bc f1 needs the slutiness that seb jenson nando brought

username someone cover max's eyes pls my boy cannot handle this

username THE SECOND AND THIRD PIC OMGJAJAJA

username sleeping on the highway until someone tells me what's going on

lilymhe me and you ❤️

-> yourusername forever and always ❤️

-> alex_albon what am i??? a cabbage???

-> yourusername a cabbitch if u will

-> alex_albon someone ban her from the paddock

username live love laugh y/n verstappen

username WE'RE MAKING PROGRESS PEOPLE

username THE TATTOOS??? THE ENCHANTÉ T-SHIRT??? AND UR TELLING ME THAT IT'S NOT DANNY RIC??? die

username THE HEART PIE IM GONE

username every day the urge to hug a tree at 257 mph grows stronger

maxverstappen1 you and no one.

-> yourusername im one more "????? leave my bf alone ?????" text away from clicking a few times and posting those texts DON'T TEST ME

maxverstappen1 you're banned from the paddock

-> alex_albon THANK YOU

-> yourusername ok fernandoalo_offcial charles_leclerc lewishamilton carlossainz55 landonorris

-> fernandoalo_offcial official aston martin guest

-> charles_leclerc official ferrari guest

-> lewishamilton official mercedes guest

-> carlossainz55 official ferrari guest (PREMIUM PACKAGE)

-> landonorris official mclaren guest

-> username wow

-> username she really do be browsing through the paddock like she's on ebay i aspire to be her ❤️

username girl ur not sly at all

username no bc im SOOOO rooting for her and daniel like they'd be the it couple

username extrovert bf flirting with everyone 🤝 extrovert gf flirting with everyone

danielricciardo you and WHO

-> yourusername me and landonorris

-> maxverstappen1 PLOT TWISTTTTTTTT

-> username they have officially made max lose his mind

-> landonorris y/n you PROMISED AND DANIEL DON'T RUN ME OVER PLS

-> username y/n is a menace for that comment and im here for every second of it

danielricciardo fuck you landonorris

-> danielricciardo i hate you

-> danielricciardo fall down the stairs

-> danielricciardo delete your entire account

-> danielricciardo DEACTIVATE

-> landonorris LEAVE ME ALONE I DID NOTHING

danielricciardo ok kid

-> yourusername don't call me kid don't call me baby

-> maxverstappen1 LOOK AT THIS GODFORSAKEN MESS THAT UR MAKING!!!! pls stop

-> username look at how they massacred my boy he's saying "pls"

username the paddock is about to go up in flames IM GIGGLING

username i know who my 🐐 is

username everyday i wake up and everyday i am surprised that y/n has managed to achieve unachievable levels of unhingeness

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danielricciardo she's so pretty i report everyone who comments under her posts

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username oh he's down BADDDDDDD

username honestly true bf behaviour

username exactly like why u tryna hit on my girl (they're dating in my head)

username need me a man like daniel asap

username if he doesn't do this then i don't want him

charles_leclerc it's true

-> fernandoalo_official can confirm

-> landonorris absolutely right

-> lewishamilton saw it with my own eyes

-> carlossainz55 never has there been a truth more truther than this

-> oscarpiastri he just did it again

-> scuderiaferrari everyone is correct

-> mercedesamgf1 he's not wrong

-> username no bc what kinda blackmail material does daniel have on EVERYONE

-> username oh hell naw he's deffo pulling some strings

-> yourusername daniel give everyone their phone back

-> danielricciardo ??? i don't have their phones what???

-> yourusername really

-> mclaren yes really

-> username THE SILENCE

username going feral over this

username max's blood pressure is reaching sky high limits

username AHHHSJSJSJSKSKKS THEY'RE SO

username parents (REAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

username everyone on the grid and their grandmothers are crying bc the lil fruity and the lil shit and the lil goofy dude js managed to rizz up THE y/n verstappen and they were conscious to witness it

-> username u got it the other way y/n rizzed HIM up

-> username fr like that tweet started this *vague gesturing*

-> yourusername exactly put some respect on my name

username never will get over how daniel and y/n were BARELY acquaintances and now they're terrorizing the entire grid together

maxverstappen1 report yourself before i do it for you

-> danielricciardo child i taught you everything you know

-> username HE PULLED *THAT* CARD

-> username it's getting litttt y'all

maxverstappen1 stay away 🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺

-> danielricciardo my bad, let me just show her the way out of my bedroom

-> username poor max 💀💀💀 they're js terrorizing him at this point

username good night to daniel and y/n and them only fuck the rest

username live love laugh y/ndaniel unfolding before my own eyes

yourusername daniel what is this breakfast-less behaviour

-> danielricciardo I HAD A COFFEE

-> yourusername THAT DOESN'T COUNT

-> username breakfast-less behaviour im crying 😭😭😭

yourusername u crazy asf i think im in loveeee

-> danielricciardo "think" 😒😒😒😒😒 think again

username fuck everything the real question is who was y/n calling in the first slide (IF THE PHONE WORKED)

-> danielricciardo she called max and asked him to let me pass in the next race because "it builds character and will help my almost-boyfriend think highly of my stupid asshole of a brother"

-> yourusername drinks were weak bc i would've said that shit sober

-> username trust us babe we KNOW

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yourusername he's not js some guys he's my babygirl

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username will never get over y/n and daniel buying matching hotwheels like

username HE'S SO BABYGIRL

username grandma alert in the last pic

-> username PLEASE OMG

username they're MY emotional support people

username i need a timeline of their relationship with extra notes like my life depends on it bc it DOES

landonorris y/n, once again, 4 is bigger than 3

-> yourusername he's bigger where it matters

-> landonorris YOU'RE (ASS)UMING

-> yourusername i don't have to now

-> username I YELLED OH MY GOD

-> username GIRL PLS

-> username she did NOT hold back

username bf who is so babygirl 🤝 gf who is js just some Guy

username EXTROVERT X EXTROVERT WILL ALWAYS EAT UP

username i live for the f1 men fighting for their lives in the comments

-> username y/n is here to make them WORK for no reason at all and i respect her sm for it

username y/n y/m/n verstappen u will always be famous

username CANNOT WAIT FOR THE DANIEL TAKEOVER ON HER ACC

-> username STOP BC daniel.jpg IS ALREADY HER FANPAGE

maxverstappen1 get this off my screen before i throw up

-> yourusername every time u open ur mouth u come closer to being blocked

maxverstappen1 this is getting out of hand

-> yourusername leave me ALONE

maxverstappen1 he's not your babygirl??? why are you calling him a babygirl???

-> yourusername u need to have an enlightened mind to understand it

username max is js a tired brother DONE with his sister and best friend

username i know max's bp spiked after all this like pls let him LIVE

username max regrets not banning y/n from the paddock after the 2018 tyre incident

-> username PLEASE THAT WAS HILARIOUS

-> username LMFAOOOOO I WILL NEVER EVER LET THAT GO

username praying for daniel bc max is out for blood

lilymhe he's just a side chick

-> yourusername duhhhh

-> danielricciardo wow. what about our child huh?

-> maxverstappen1 WHAT CHILD

-> yourusername we adopted a baby tortoise

-> danielricciardo we named it shell-e

-> yourusername u can be the godfather IF u agree to never ever chase daniel with a spatula ever again

-> username too much to unpack here i'll js move on

username WHAT DO U MEAN THEY ADOPTED A BABY TORTOISE AND NAMED IT SHELL-E

username this js keeps on getting interesting

danielricciardo last picture was so unnecessary

-> yourusername shut up i love ur grandma core aesthetic

danielricciardo shell-e and i miss you :)

-> yourusername missing my baby sm <333 u too

-> danielricciardo don't bother coming back

-> yourusername im taking shell-e

-> danielricciardo i get max then

-> maxverstappen1 I DON'T WANT EITHER OF U

-> yourusername ouch

-> danielricciardo harsh

-> username Y'ALL LET THAT MAN BREATHE

username this is historic

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danielricciardo me and my girl don't argue. she bash my head with a rock and i walk it off.

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username "my girl" PEOPLE DIED

username GOING FERAL OVER THIS AHJSJSJSJSJS

username relationship goals honestly

username idiot (affectionate)

username SHE'S SO UNAPOLOGETICALLY PRETTY I WANT HER

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username i live for men who r shamelessly in love with their significant others like yesss!!!!!

username spoken like a true man

landonorris all this until she trips you in front of everyone

-> yourusername IT WAS YEARS AGO LET THAT GO

-> landonorris TELL THAT TO THE MEMES CIRCULATING THE INTERNET EVEN NOW

-> danielricciardo i'm just gonna leave

username WE'RE DATING OH YEAHHHH

username daniel got that rizz 💯‼️🔥🗣️🥶

-> username daniel RIZZiardo

username everyone talking maddddd shit abt how daniel rizzed her up when we all know that daniel Stops Functioning whenever y/n talks

-> yourusername REAL TALK

username someone sedate me before i microwave a fork

username max is seething rn i can Feel the fumes

maxverstappen1 i will bash your head in

maxverstappen1 stay away from my sister

maxverstappen1 SHE WILL BULLY YOU TO DEATH

maxverstappen1 she called you an idiot the first time she saw you btw

maxverstappen1 daniel i thought we talked about this

maxverstappen1 OH SO UR REALLLLLY GONNA DO THIS TO UR BEST FRIEND

maxverstappen1 i hope death takes me swiftly and INSTANTLY

maxverstappen1 don't call me up. don't text me. don't come over to my house.

username my man max going through all the 5 stages of grief in the comments

-> username PLEASE has max not suffered enough

username did we really witness maxiel break up in the comments???????

username none of the things that in witnessing are in the constitution of ANY nation

-> username y/n nation???

-> username that's the land of the unhinged and cursed

-> yourusername the highest compliment thank u i blushed and giggled

yourusername you got me saying ":3" to my friends

-> danielricciardo what friends

-> yourusername I HAVE FRIENDS OUTSIDE OF THE PADDOCK

-> danielricciardo no you don't

-> landonorris no you don't

-> maxverstappen1 no you don't

-> charles_leclerc no you don't

-> lewishamilton no you don't

-> carlossainz55 no you don't

-> yourusername fuck u all omg

yourusername i got that biker rizz i can ride all day longgggg

-> danielricciardo trust me i know

-> maxverstappen1 this is kelly and max wanted me to tell you all that he's so angry and mad and furious and livid that he is unable to type and is currently reconnecting with nature so as to not murder his sister or daniel wait he's back

-> maxverstappen1 AHHHSHSHSHHEHSHSJ

-> maxverstappen1 inhale

-> maxverstappen1 someone hand me the bleach

-> maxverstappen1 i need an exorcism

-> yourusername bring kelly back she's not mean unlike u

-> maxverstappen1 SHUT THE FUCK UP

-> username they really made him a soldier

-> username the keyboard smash.......what is this reality

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yourusername hell (having max lock me in a room bc i made an "inappropriate" joke about my BOYFRIEND) was the journey (getting out of that room by jumping out of the window two feet from the ground and falling in a dumpster) but it brought me heaven (we got cake afterwards)

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username OH MY GOD

username babe wake up new y/ndaniel lore js dropped

username HELP THEY'RE SO????? WILD???? CRAZY???? BATSHIT INSANE????

username i live for the taylor swift reference

username THEY'RE SO PARENTS

-> username pretty irresponsible parents but parents nonetheless

username i want them

username max leave them ALONE

landonorris you falling in a dumpster and then falling down the front stairs is what makes this life worth living

-> yourusername watch ur back on turn 1

-> landonorris YOU DON'T EVEN DRIVE

-> yourusername MY BOYFRIEND AND MY BROTHER AND MY HOES DO

-> username love y/n shamelessly calling half the grid her hoes like she KNOWS

username i ❤️ them even if they're mothefuckers

username what would i give up to have this kind of relationship

username nobody talk to me i need 3-5 business days to recover from what daniel said about her in that one interview

-> username "i wish i would've met her sooner because before she came in my life, i missed her so bad"

-> username ugly crying with my plushies this is so NOT done

username On my way! to send tweet abt a fruity mf to have this

maxverstappen1 you deserved that timeout

-> yourusername u deserve to have ur ass handed back to u by mom but u don't see me actively trying to achieve that

-> maxverstappen1 IM CALLING MOM

-> username love how y/n can make max go from "stable headed lowercase" to "UNHINGED CAPS" like

-> username this deserves to be scientifically studied 🧠🔬

carmenmmundt love you princess ❤️‍🩹 hope your ankle is doing better

-> yourusername carmen the 🐐 thank u for rescuing me and for making me the most sickest pasta ever!!!!!!!!! charles_leclerc take notes

-> charles_leclerc carmen banned me from her kitchen

-> carmenmmundt stay away from fire and all things sharp. you are a walking hazard.

-> yourusername honestly so justified

username i will never understand just HOW she's so chaotic like ???? miss ma'am ???? do u not rest

-> maxverstappen1 demons don't rest

-> yourusername is that why ur up and lurking in my comments section at 4 in the morning

username this is the best thing that has ever happened to me

username the first pic is so cute im crying fuck YOU

username was the cake good

-> yourusername yess!!!!! it was red velvet AND we got this big ass chocolate cookie with it :))))

username max regrets his LIFE

danielricciardo all along there was some invisible string (an unhinged tweet from you) tying you to me

-> yourusername at least u found a sexie girlfriend who lets u colour in her tattoos

-> danielricciardo yes my built in colour book

danielricciardo gf

-> yourusername bf

danielricciardo my girl my girl my girl

-> yourusername my man my man my man

danielricciardo please never let max go on a vacation with us it's SCARY

-> yourusername mum banned him from going on a vacation with us if it's not a GROUP vacation dw :))

-> maxverstappen1 this is cyber bullying

danielricciardo you're so cool baby jumping out the window like that

-> yourusername i know those 2 feet got NOTHING on me

username dear god

username WHY CAN'T THIS BE ME

𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛.

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 : months after ghosting your sugar daddy, lee know, he gives you a call. you answer. 

𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: lee know x fem!reader

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 12.3k

𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: smut, fluff, and angst || sugar daddy!au 

𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠:  reunion sex, soft dom!minho, (a lot of) teasing and sexual tension, edging, oral (female and male receiving), dirty talk, choking, praising, grinding, marking, hair pulling, (some) spanking, unprotected sex (always remember to stay safe!!!), creampie

a/n: oml ! i didn’t think it’ll be this long, but here we are! i tried to make the plot as coherent as possible. oh and, oh my god! this is my first time writing a blowjob scene heheh the whole fic is inspired by bruno mars’s new song of the same title! 

feedback is most definitely welcome!! i hope you enjoy, dear reader!

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷masterlist 

based on this request and @/lilixeu’s request (sorry this took so long!)

taglist: @lilixeu @moonlit-lixie @meow-minho @etherealeeknow @iwanttobangchan @bobateastay @kpopssuregi @twnklbb @cuokka @bxngchxn @jisungsplatforms​

please don’t interact with this post if you are under the age of 18! 

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The Exception

Something powerful, mysterious and dangerous resides in the woods outside the village.

Few go into the woods; none have been recorded coming out.

You, and your peculiar daughter, are the sole-exceptions for visitors.

Medieval Fantasty | Silco X F!Reader | 3.9K | AO3

Tags: Witch!Jinx, Sorcerer!Silco, fluff, found-family, domestic, suggestive, early-relationship, some angst, medieval-fantasy elements, protectiveness, implied possessiveness, happy-ending

A/N: Vague-Dreams can be one hell of an inspiration for a Halloween Fic! Didn’t really have a plan, don’t really have an explanation for this, just enjoy the ride and happy Halloween! 🎃

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o’ heartless woman

chpt. 1: in which yoongi seeks his fortune

based on howl’s moving castle, the film by studio ghibli and the novel by diana wynne jones

→ 🌟 pairing: ot7 x fem.mc

→ 🌿 genre: howl’s moving castle AU, slowburn (?), fluff, bit o’ angst, eventual smut

→ 🔥 word count: 5.3k

→ 🗝️ summary: yoongi did not ask to be hexed. he did not ask for you, a reclusive sorceress, to wander into his shop and take an interest in his work. he did not ask for a vengeful, jealous wizard to cast a spell on him, turning him into an old man, and he most definitely did not ask to stumble upon your magical moving castle and be coaxed into making a deal with a mischievous fire demon to save your soul. and above all, he most certainly, most definitely, did not ask to become attached to you along the way.

→ 🔮 content warnings: sorceress!mc, apprentice!jungkook, fire demon!hoseok, cursed!yoongi, wizard of the waste!jimin, profanity

→ 🕸️ a/n: first chapter! you don’t have to be familiar with howl’s moving castle to understand the story (but it’s an incredible film and novel so you should look into it anyways lol). some lines are direct/indirect quotes from the movie and novel, all credit goes to the original creators. please reblog and comment your thoughts 👉👈 keep the tumblr fanfic community alive and engage with writers pretty please!

The castle is restless today. Rolling hills and swaying grasses rush by through the bathroom window’s smudged panes, all blanketed by a thick layer of fog. You can even see a faint cluster of gable-roofed houses in the distance.

“Hoseok!” you call out, bounding down the stairs.

The face in the fireplace looks up at you with an expression of feigned shock.

“Yes?” he replies, playfully innocent, but the mischief in his voice sparks just like his flaming orange hair.

“Why are we so close to town? I told you to move the castle North.”

Hoseok just smiles that near-blinding smile, his teeth white hot flames in his mouth.

“Don’t you know? You have to go to Folding Valley today.”

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How and where they like to kiss you

Characters: Zhongli, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Xiao x gn!reader (seperate)

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 750+

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Zhongli

Zhongli LOVES giving you forehead kisses, especially if you’re outdoors. He will just pull you close when you’re standing somewhere and press his lips to your forehead or your temple for a few moments. Hu Tao always teases him about it but he doesn’t mind because it makes him think of you, and whenever he thinks about you or is with you, he’s content. He’s not against longer, proper kisses, as long as you’re in private, but he thinks of it as impolite to do so when in public. There he will only softly and quickly kiss your temple if you’re saying goodbye to each other for whatever reason. If you’re at home though, he turns into a completely different person from the reserved persona outside. He, as long as you’re fine with it, wants to always be touching you, no matter what either of you are doing. If you have paperwork to do, he will sit by your side and talk to you a bit and you do the same to him. During this, he also regularly kisses your forehead, temple and cheeks. Once you’re done, he kisses you properly on the lips. Whenever he passes you, he also kisses your head because he likes being taller than you. And if you end up being taller than him, he contemplates changing his form a little to be the taller one again. Or he results in kissing your jaw instead.

Kazuha

He’s soft with you. Even though he is a samurai, he is also a poet. And that’s the part you feel when he kisses you. He holds you like you’ll break if he hugs you too tightly. He loves kissing your nose while his hands are resting on your hips or waist. If he could, he’d spend hours doing this every day, but sadly, you both have tasks to do.

If you’re a member of the Crux Fleet, be prepared to randomly hear a quiet warning that it’s him and then be swept up and have a quick kiss pressed to your nose, lips or cheeks by Kazuha before he’s gone just as quickly as he came. This is his routine and if he has to go one day without doing so because you’re too busy, he WILL sulk around until you pay attention to him.

Scaramouche

He is not affectionate. At all. If anybody ever asks him about it, he will just respond that he hates it. With you, however, he’s a bit like a cat. Secretly, he loves your affection, but he will never admit it and will lash out if anybody points it out. When you kissed his cheek for the first time, he went “disgusting, do it again”. He will not kiss you in public and he prefers to just press his lips to your hand or to your palm, being very careful while he does so. That’s the only affection you’re getting from him. If your relationship has been going strong for multiple months, he might kiss your hand in more public spaces, although it’s still only in non-crowded spaces and when he’s sure no one is watching, although he might kiss your cheeks and sometimes even your lips in private. During your relationship he grew to love the hand kisses so much, because it showed him you would wait until he was comfortable, so now he does them for the sake of the sentimental value more than because he’s too reserved for anything else.

Xiao

Very shy with affection. No kisses are happening in any place that is not completely private. Literally gets so embarrassed if anybody sees you. He is also not too fond of you kissing his cheek in greeting when you’re not on his balcony. If you are in private, however, and your relationship is not as new to him, he becomes more affectionate. He likes when you kiss his temple when he’s lost in his head and makes sure to return the favour whenever you are the one feeling down. He peppers soft kisses on various parts of your face whenever you two are in private and loves if you do the same. It gives him a feeling of this relationship being mutual and not a one-sided effort, which was what he feared as he didn’t know how to keep relationships going before. But you taught him and he’s so grateful for that, which he shows by protecting you, both from the outside world and your own head, for which kisses are the perfect solution.

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EVERYBODY SHUT UP NEW JEFF WARD BTS DROPPED

bonsai | oneshot

excerpt | where a bonsai plant brings you and your husband closer together.

pairing | mafia!namjoon x reader, arranged marriage!au

genre | fluff, extremely minor angst

warning/s | usage of guns and brief mentions of blood

lee’s notes | there weren’t much specifics on this request so i just assumed it’s the same arranged marriage trope as my other mafia aus! hopefully you guys aren't too tired of it yet T_T

word count | 4.6k words

go to | home / navi / m. list

NAMJOON WATCHES AS THE DOOR to his office slowly closes, the last of his meetings for the day finally over.

He lets out a sigh in relief and leans back in his chair, turning it towards the window directly to his right. The glass of the window took up practically the entire wall, giving him a perfect view of the garden outside.

As he scans through the lot, his eyebrows begin to furrow when he spots you crouched down nearby a pot of flowers. While you were free to roam anywhere you'd like, he never expected you to settle around the garden when there was also a library and a music room in the home as well.

He reels his chair back to reach for the telephone on his desk, swiftly dialing the number of the housekeeper.

"Hello?" A familiar voice answers.

"Hi Mrs. Jung, this is Namjoon."

A little bit of rustling is heard from the other end before the lady responds. "Ah, Mr. Kim. Would you be requiring my assistance anywhere?"

Namjoon slowly reels his chair towards the window, gazing at you while you watered the plants. "No, I just wanted to ask you about something. I'm staring outside my window and it seems as though (Y/N) is tending to some flowers in the garden." He explains, "Do I need to hire another housemaid assist you?"

Mrs. Jung lets out a soft chuckle before responding, "Ah, there's no need for that Mr. Kim. I've been doing fine tending to them on my own but Mrs. Kim insists on helping. It seems as though she has quite an interest in helping the plants grow."

Namjoon raises his eyebrows in surprise, "Is that so?" He asks, more to himself.

But, Mrs. Jung, thinking it was addressed to her, chooses to respond. "Yes, Mr. Kim. I have informed her on multiple occasions that I do not require any assistance, but the young lady always tells me she wants to help."

Namjoon simply hums, noticing the small smile on your face as you watered the plants with care. His eyes unconsciously soften at the sight before he quickly snaps out of it, clearing his throat.

"Well, if it is what (Y/N) wants, then feel free to let her be." He says, taking his eyes off of you.

"Alright, Mr. Kim."

Namjoon makes sure to thank Mrs. Jung before he hangs up, diverting his attention back to the papers on his table.

The two of you had been married for over 5 days at this point, yet he couldn't find the time to talk to you after the wedding because of his numerous responsibilities as the leader.

He sighs and takes another glance at you through the window before looking back to his papers, shaking his head.

...

A few days past and you were back in the garden, happily spritzing the plants with as much water as they needed. It was quite a relaxing hobby, especially considering the rather violent nature of your family's business.

You grin when you feel Monnie, the house pet, snuggle into your side. The dog kept you company most of the time ever since you moved in, especially when you realized how fond he was of you.

"Hi Monnie," You coo, swooning at the way he leans onto your hand while you pet him.

He barks towards you, causing you to glance towards your hand. You chuckle when you realize he's referring to the water bottle you were holding. "Aigoo, do you want to get sprayed?"

Slowly, you bring your hand closer to the dog, swiftly spraying him with water. He barks happily, making you let out another laugh. He jumps before running away, a smile on your face as you shake your head.

You divert your attention back to the leaves of the plants, suddenly hearing someone clear their throat from behind you. Assuming it was just Mrs. Jung, you let out a chuckle, knowing she was probably just going to nag at you again.

"Mrs. Jung, I'm telling you, I used to tend to a garden in my former household. You don't need to—"

You pause when you turn around, meeting your Namjoon's slightly intimidating gaze. Your smile falters for a moment before you replace it with a more subtle one as you guide yourself up to your feet.

"Namjoon," You say, licking your lips in nervousness. "What brings you here?"

His gaze slowly eases as he simply gestures behind you, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. "I uh—I just saw you from my office and I thought I'd drop by."

Your mouth makes an 'o' shape as you nod, "Oh, okay."

The two of you stand in awkward silence for a few moments before Namjoon clears his head, pointing towards the bottle of water in your hand.

"So, do you need any help?" He asks, causing your eyes to slightly widen.

You blink twice before finally replying, "Y-You want to help me?" You ask, somewhat taken aback.

Namjoon softly chuckles at this before nodding, a small amused smile on his lips. "I have the hour off and there isn't really anything better to do in the house." He explains, "Besides, you seemed to be having a lot of fun."

You slightly blush at his remark, a smile creeping onto your lips as well. "Well, I do need some help plucking out the dead leaves on this plant." You say with a chuckle, pointing towards the pot on the ground.

Namjoon smiles and nods, "Lead the way, then."

You bite back a grin and motion for him to take a seat next to you before you begin to teach him how to carefully pluck off the dead leaves. He simply listens with a small smile, nodding to let you know he understood.

Once you two got into the groove of things, the plants became the main focus of both your attention. You both worked in silence, the sounds of leaves crunching filling the atmosphere.

Namjoon breaks the silence after a few moments, slyly glances your way. "So," He starts, "You said you had a garden in your former household?"

You shyly chuckle before nodding, keeping your gaze on the plants in front of you. "Yeah, it was just a nice way to take my mind off of all the—well, I think you know what I mean." You respond, Namjoon nodding.

"I kind of get it, to be honest." He says, "After awhile, it really just gets suffocating to be in the environment we're in. So, it's nice to have a little escape from it all."

You smile at this, happy to see that you two have a mutual understanding on the topic. "How about you?" You ask, briefly looking at him. "What's your escape?"

You two continue to engage in light conversation, occasionally letting out laughs at each other's remarks. As you both talked, you don't notice Yoongi and Seokjin walk up to the garden entrance, disbelief on both their faces.

"Is that Namjoon? In the garden?" Seokjin asks, blinking.

Yoongi tilts his head to the side before squinting and letting out a chuckle. "It is." He says, amused.

The older member lets out a scoff, a smile forming on his face. "Never in my life did I ever think I'd see Kim Namjoon watering plants in the garden." He mumbles, shaking his head.

As they both begin to approach you two, a pair of hands suddenly stops them, causing the two to turn around.

"Mrs. Jung? Is something wrong?" Yoongi asks, slightly confused when he makes eye contact with her.

The housemaid simply sighs before glancing behind them, watching as you and Namjoon continued tending to the plants. "Unless it is urgent, I think we should leave the newlyweds alone. They haven't spent much time together since the ceremony." She says, a solemn expression on her face.

The two men slowly nod, looking at one another for a few seconds before coming to an agreement. "Well, I guess we can wait awhile." Seokjin says, patting Yoongi's shoulder.

The latter voices out his agreement, making Mrs. Jung let out a small grateful smile. "Thank you two very much. I'm sure Mr. Kim will appreciate your patience later on." She says, making the two others smile.

They bid their goodbyes to Mrs. Jung before they all go their separate ways, the entire interaction complete unbeknownst by the couple.

Meanwhile, you watched Namjoon chop off some stems with a pair of scissors, letting out a soft chuckle at the focused expression on his face. "Here, it's easier this way." You say, moving closer to him to demonstrate.

As you place your hands on the stem, Namjoon slyly gazes towards you, unable to stop himself from admiring how happy you looked as you dealt with the plants. He made a mental note to visit you here more often, seeing as you looked much brighter under the sunlight than under the rather gloomy lights of your home's dining hall.

"—then, you just gently pull it apart." You say, causing Namjoon to snap out of his gaze.

He nods and smiles at you gratefully, "Thank you, (Y/N)." He says, watching as you smiled back before moving back to the plant you were working on.

While you worked, Namjoon glances towards you, thinking of how to start another conversation.

"Does it get lonely?" He asks, glancing towards you after a few moments. "You know, spending time here in the garden by yourself."

You let out a small sigh before glancing towards him, a small smile on your face. "Well, it was when I first moved here," You respond, looking down towards the plant you were tending to. "But, after awhile, I guess I found comfort in it. Besides, I have Monnie to keep me company anyways."

Namjoon lets out a chuckle at this, nodding his head. But before he could reply, his eyes quickly widen when he sees your peaceful expression contort into one of shock.

"Woah, are you alright?" He asks, eyeing you worriedly.

You bite your lip and nod, looking down towards the knife you were using to cut the stems of the plant. "Yeah, I think I just accidentally cut myself."

His eyes travel towards the open wound on your finger, anxiously watching the blood drip out of the wound and onto the ground.

Namjoon sighs and stands up, motioning for you to do the same. "Come on, let's come inside so we can treat it."

You nod and stand up, following him out of the garden and into the house. But, instead of leading you to Mrs. Jung like you expect him to, you're confused to see him lead you towards another direction.

"Oh—aren't we heading to Mrs. Jung?" You ask, blinking.

Namjoon shakes his head at you, putting a hand on the small of your back. "There's no need to, I have some medical supplies in my office." He responds, causing your eyes to slightly widen.

You halt in your steps, making him do the same. "I-I would hate to hassle you over a simple cut, though. I can treat it myself when I finish up downstairs." You reply, a small frown on your face.

Namjoon sighs, "(Y/N)-ah, we're married. Helping you should be on the top of my priorities." He says, motioning for you to continue walking.

You look at him hesitantly, not knowing how to respond. Then, you slowly nod and continue walking, making Namjoon inwardly sigh in relief.

He leads you to his office and walks you inside, closing the door open behind him. "Take a seat on my chair, I'll just get the supplies from the cabinet." He says, giving you a small smile.

"Okay." You mumble before moving towards his chair and sitting down.

You take in your surroundings as you wait, this being your first time in his office since you moved in. The interior was relatively dark, with most of the structures in the room being tall. You subconsciously shrink into Namjoon's leather chair, watching as he stood up from one corner of the room.

He walks toward you and places a bottle of antiseptic on the table together with a cotton swab and a band-aid. When he sees you staring at the objects, he sheepishly smiles. "I've had a fair share of injuries in the past, so I like to just have them here in case something happens." He explains, making you nod.

He leans against the table and grabs the antiseptic before opening the bottle. "You have a nice office." You blurt out, Namjoon letting out a small smile.

"Thanks. I spend most of my time here so I did my best to make sure it was somewhat neat." He replies, eyes trained onto the bottle of antiseptic as he places some onto the cotton swab.

You bite your lip nervously when he puts the bottle on the table and turns towards you expectantly. "Ready?" He asks, looking towards you.

"I guess so," You mumble in response, giving him your hand.

He smiles at you encouragingly, gently placing your hand on top of his which, happened to be slightly larger. The two of you notice the detail, letting out soft chuckles. "You have very cute hands." He teases.

You blush slightly, "Maybe yours are just big." You mumble in response, biting back a smile as Namjoon looks at you amusedly.

"Okay, uh—I think you can put the medicine now." You say after a few moments, eyes trained onto the wound.

Namjoon glances towards you, quickly noticing the nervous expression on your face. "It might hurt a bit but I'll try my best to make it quick."

You nod, taking a deep breath before the cotton swab comes into contact with your wound. You slightly wince, immediately feeling a sting on your hand.

"There you go," Namjoon mumbles, placing the swab on his table.

He fans the wound, letting the medicine dry a bit before wrapping it up with the band-aid. "All done." He says, looking at you with a smile.

You smile back, slowly taking your hand out of his. "Thank you, Namjoon."

...

After your last encounter with Namjoon, the two of you began to spend more time together. From simply greeting one another when you'd see him around the house, you two would now actively converse with one another. He would ask you about your day as he told you about his, sometimes even going as far as inviting you to his office for a quick coffee.

As you two slowly got closer, you thought it would be a good chance to return the favor for the time that he helped you treat one of your wounds. He had been cooped up in his office, clearly stressed about something that was happening in the business. So, to give him a little boost, you decided to bring him one of your favorite bonsai trees from the garden to display inside.

You nervously bit your lip before opening the door and peeking inside, smiling when you met Namjoon's gaze. He smiled back, eyebrows easing when he sees that it's just you outside the door.

"Come in." He says, nodding towards you.

You walk inside, about to close the door behind you when you feel something blocking it. You glance behind the door, chuckling as you see Monnie trying to come in as well.

When you open the door wider, the dog comes running in, quickly jumping into Namjoon's lap. The sight makes you laugh as you close the door behind you.

"So, what brings you here?" Namjoon asks, lightly petting Monnie.

You grin and raise up the small pot in your hands, causing him to raise his eyebrows in surprise. "I got you a little gift." You say sheepishly, watching as his gaze moved from you to the plant in your hands.

"Is that a tree?" He asks, making you let out a chuckle.

"Yes, it's a bonsai tree. I noticed the last time I was here that you didn't really have any plants, so I thought you might appreciate a little friend." You explain, gauging his expression.

Namjoon blinks for a few moments before slowly smiling. "That's very nice of you, (Y/N)." He says, making you smile back.

You place the potted plant on top of one of Namjoon's many cabinets, glancing towards him. "Where do you want to put it?"

Namjoon hums and stands up, letting Monnie run free within the office as he walks towards you. "I think it would be nice to place by the window." He replies, motioning to a specific side of the room.

You nod before lifting it up, smiling thankfully at Namjoon when he helps you move it towards the glass window. The two of you place it in the corner of the room, where the bright greenness of the leaves perfectly contrasted the black wall behind it.

"It looks nice."

Namjoon nods his head in approval, glancing towards you. "The room feels a lot brighter now." He says, "Thank you again."

You sigh in relief, smiling back at him. "No problem."

He opens his mouth, as though to say something else, when suddenly, the phone on his table rings. He glances towards it before looking at you apologetically. "Sorry, just give me a minute."

You nod at him to answer it before crouching down to pet Monnie. Namjoon sighs and walks up to the phone, "Hello?" He asks.

As he hears what the other person has to say, his eyes suddenly narrow. "What do you mean?" He asks, slightly louder than he realized.

This makes you glance towards him, concern beginning to fill your system. You watch as he tightens his grip around the telephone, almost glaring at the ground beneath him.

"Okay, I'll go there now. Just—hello? Hyunsuk-ah?"

When Namjoon realizes the line was cut-off, he curses and hangs up, immediately glancing towards you. "Is everything okay?" You ask, standing up.

He simply sighs and runs his hand through his hair, looking at you with a slightly worried expression. "I have to go, I think someone's trying to trespass the gate." He says, making your eyes widen.

"Wait—trespass, like, someone's trying to come into the house?" You ask, clearly taken aback.

Namjoon looks at you uneasily and nods, walking up to the safe by the couch. "Listen, I'll be right back, okay? I need you to stay here and keep the door locked." He says, grabbing a gun.

You hold in a gasp upon seeing it, hearing Monnie whimper from beside you. You sigh and carry the dog up, hugging him close to your chest as your heart rate begins to speed up.

"I'll try sending one of the members here to guard your door. Let them in when you hear their voice. But if it's someone else, just keep the door locked and call my number, alright?" Namjoon says, his voice a mix between serious and distraught.

You simply nod, "Okay."

Namjoon sees the nervous expression on your face and approaches you, gently placing his hands on either of your shoulders. "Hey, hey, look at me." He says, tone much gentler.

You hesitantly look towards him, feeling the slight warmth of his gaze. "Everything's gonna be alright, I promise. Just stay here and I'll be back before you know it." He says, caressing your shoulders.

You can only nod, Namjoon nodding back before letting go of you. He begins to walk away, pausing at the door when you call for him.

"Namjoon," You say, watching as he turned towards you. "Please be safe."

He lets out a small smile at this, nodding at you before he rushes out the door. You nervously sigh and walk towards it, quickly locking the door. Once you're sure it's locked, you walk back to the couch and take a seat, anxiously waiting.

Monnie senses your nervousness and softly nudges you with his head, making you glance towards him. You let out a smile when you see him gazing up towards you, paw on your stomach.

"We're going to be just fine," You mumble to him, the words directed more to yourself. "I trust him." You say, hugging the pet close to your chest.

You continue to wait on the couch, unable to let your guard down when you have no clue what may happen next. Suddenly, someone knocks on the door, causing your heart to stop.

Monnie barks, jumping off of your lap to defend you from the person outside. You smile at this, petting him on the head before you anxiously glance towards the door.

"(Y/N)-ah?" A familiar voice asks, causing you to sigh in relief.

You walked up to the door and slowly opened it, relaxing when you see Yoongi standing outside the door. He gives you a warm smile before coming inside and locking the door behind him.

"You okay?" He asks, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

You nod, letting out a sigh. "Yeah, just a bit shocked," You respond, "Everything just happened so quickly—I didn't have much time to process any of it."

Yoongi nods, patting your shoulder before placing it in his pocket. "Don't worry, we have the man in captive already. They're just bringing him downstairs to the basement." He explains, reassuring you.

You inwardly shudder at his remark, knowing fully well what the basement was for. For obvious reasons, you had never been there yourself. But, that didn't stop you from hearing multiple stories about it—even before you moved in with Bangtan.

"Is Namjoon okay?" You ask, recalling he went down to check on everyone.

"He's fine," Yoongi responds, "In fact, the only reason why he didn't come upstairs himself was because he still needed to speak to the guards downstairs with Jungkook."

When he hears you sigh in relief, a teasing smile creeps onto Yoongi's face. You see his expression and tilt your head, looking at him questionably.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You ask, slightly confused.

He simply chuckles, "You were worried about him, weren't you?" He asks, making you furrow your eyebrows.

"Of course I was worried, he's my husband, Yoongi." You respond in disbelief.

But Yoongi shakes his head, squinting his eyes at you. "It's more than that though," He says, "Don't think for a second that we haven't noticed how much time you've been spending with our leader lately. Not to mention, the fact that he's always with you in the garden now when he used to shudder at the mere idea of even touching grass."

You blink at this, not knowing what to say. Yoongi sees this and lets out a laugh, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm just saying, it's nice to see that you two seem to finally be getting to know one another. Namjoon needs someone like you to keep him steady." He says, giving you a pat on the head.

You simply smile at his remark when suddenly, before either of you could react, a loud bang is heard from a few rooms away. Yoongi quickly furrows his eyebrows, motioning for you to move away from the door.

"Don't say anything." He mouths to you before pointing to Namjoon's desk.

You swallow nervously and nod, picking Monnie up before quickly taking a seat on Namjoon's leather chair, the table being a considerable distance away from the door. Once Yoongi sees you're seated, he grabs his phone and types a text message before bringing out his gun.

He leans towards the door, trying to listen in for any sounds in the hallway. Then, his phone buzzes. You hold your breath when you see his eyes widen as he accepts the call.

"How did that even happen—no, I'm in Joon's office with (Y/N) right now. Yes, I know, we heard the gun." He says softly before pausing as he listens to the man on the other line.

After hearing what he has to say, Yoongi glances towards you hesitantly and lets out a sigh. "(Y/N)-ah, I'm sorry but they need me in the other room." He says, frowning at you. "I'll be right back, okay? Keep the door locked and don't let anyone in."

"I—" You say before pausing as you noticed the urgency in his expression. "Okay, be careful."

He smiles at your remark and nods before walking out of the room, shutting the door behind him. As much as you walk up to the door and lock it, you can't help but sit still in Namjoon's chair, the nervousness taking over your system.

Oh my god—Namjoon. You think to yourself, wondering if he was okay. What if he was hurt?

While you daze out and begin to assume the worst-case scenarios, your hands begin to quiver as the anxiety settles in your stomach.

Unexpectedly, the door in front of you slams open, causing you to shoot up from your seat. Monie whimpers, hiding behind your legs as you both wait for the person to come in.

"(Y/N)? Where are you?" Namjoon asks, making you let out a sigh.

You almost cry from relief when you see him come into the room, watching as his hardened expression softens once he sees you. "Are you alright?" He asks, concern in his tone.

Before you realize it, you run towards Namjoon and tackle him into a hug, burying your face into his chest. He frowns at this, wrapping his arms around your shoulder as he rubs your back.

"I thought something had happened to you." You mumble, causing Namjoon to sigh. "When I heard the gunshot, I just assumed the worst and—"

He cuts you off with a shush, "I'm here now, (Y/N)," He mumbles, "I'm so sorry I had to leave you alone."

You sigh and close your eyes, leaning into his chest while he continues comforting you. After a few moments, once you're more calmed down, you slowly pull away from him, feeling his hands remain on your lower back.

"You're sure you aren't hurt anywhere?" You ask, gazing up at him.

Namjoon gives you a small smile and nods, "Yes," He responds, gazing at you comfortingly. "I'm sure."

You let out another sigh at this, hands dropping to his chest as you shake your head. He sees your expression and gently brings your chin up to face him again.

"The gun didn't hit anyone, don't worry. There was an attempt, but—thank god no one got hurt." He explains, "The moment I heard the gun from downstairs, shit—I just ran up immediately. I thought something might have happened to you."

Upon hearing Namjoon's exasperated words, your heart warms as you as realize he cared about you just as much as you did for him. You slowly wrap your arms around his neck and bring him in for another hug, making him smile.

"Thank you for being here," You mumble, "for checking up on me right away."

Namjoon places his chin onto your shoulder and wraps his arms around your waist, "No problem, (Y/N)," He says, "I'm always going to be here to protect you."

As the two of you enjoy one another's embrace, you're cut short from your trance as you hear a familiar dog bark from beneath you two. You and Namjoon both pull away from one another, smiling at Monnie who was looking at you two from the ground.

"Ah, and how could we forget about Monnie?" Namjoon teasingly says, causing you both to let out laughs.

filtering light 「 ch. 1 」

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pairing: park jimin x reader x jeon jungkook

includes: bunny!reader, human!park jimin, human!jeon jungkook, golden retriever!jung hoseok, human!min yoongi, tiger!kim taehyung, human!kim namjoon, human!kim seokjin.

word count: 6k

warnings: none

summary: the reader is a bunny hybrid with a past that has left her traumatized and struggling to heal. some things can be helped with therapy, but some things can only be fixed through realizing you're not all of the things that hurt you—you are, in fact, just loved.

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The garden of The Violet was lush and sprawling, filling everything the eye could see with green leaves, bright flowers, and twinkling butterflies. The day was perfect; spring had just begun and the days were perfectly cool, the sun warming whatever parts of people it could touch. The humans moving around were all smiling, making polite conversation, and snacking on whatever food had been put out by the catering company. The banner that hung over the entrance to the garden reminded everyone that they were there for a cause: The Violet Hybrid Awareness Fund. As if the attendees could forget anyway.

The Violet had set up the event to raise awareness for hybrid care and hybrid lives—something the foundation had become directly involved in when they opened a shelter of their own almost a decade prior. Hybrid rights was a young movement but there were more and more people dedicating themselves to being a voice for the hybrids who were constantly being silenced. The Violet had invited some of the community’s most powerful and influential people to spend the day learning more about hybrid life and how they can help hybrids even if they didn’t want to adopt one.

There had been classes on almost every kind of hybrid and what they were like. There were classes on hybrid treatment (and cases of mistreatment). There were classes detailing The Violet’s plan to improve as many hybrid lives as possible. Currently, hybrids still had to be adopted to be free, and when they were in public they were required by law to wear their collars. The Violet, however, wanted hybrids to be enabled to gain their independence and autonomy without fear of humans interfering or hurting them.

While it was now generally frowned upon to have hybrids as servants, there were plenty of people in the world who thought of hybrids as property they paid for and could do what they wanted with. There were a few programs forming that worked to create policies that protected hybrids and made it possible to prosecute people who treated their hybrids inhumanely, but there was still a lot of work to be done. The Violet was asking communities to partner with them in the fight.

The morning had been filled with information and passionate words from founders of The Violet as well as from employees who had one story or another of how they were faced with the injustice of hybrid treatment and how they chose to stand and fight for those who were not allowed to fight for themselves. It was all very emotional and moving, if Park Jimin did say so himself.

Jimin had been invited alongside his partner, Jeon Jungkook, and a few of their friends. They felt strongly about the treatment of hybrids—anyone with eyes to see the abuse they suffered would be—but truly the two had no idea there was so much they didn’t know about hybrids in general. Their friend Namjoon was more knowledgeable on the subject, and he had been excited about the event for weeks. Namjoon was heavily involved in The Violet’s efforts to raise the quality of life for hybrids, even volunteering his time on top of donating hundreds of thousands of dollars to the foundation every year. How he found time on top of being the CEO of his own clean energy company was anyone’s guess. But if he struggled with balance it didn’t show as he approached the table his people sat at. He was grinning with excitement.

“Are you excited to meet the hybrids?” He asked, sitting down and stealing a cheese cracker off of Jungkook’s plate.

“Hybrids?” Jimin asked, looking up from the pamphlet he’d been reading. It was about hybrid nesting and he found it interesting enough that he’d been reading in silence, paying little attention to his surroundings until Namjoon spoke up.

“Yeah, the lady said it earlier. Some hybrids from the shelter are going to be here so we can meet them.” Jungkook remembered.

“Oh,” was all Jimin said.

He felt a little overwhelmed with information about the reality hybrids faced. In the seminar he sat in, they had talked about cases in which hybrids were mistreated and defended themselves but were impounded as a result. Past shelters were nothing like what The Violet had going on. There were pictures of small cages, unsanitary living conditions, and overcrowding. Staff members were just as likely to abuse the hybrids they were responsible for as the monsters the hybrids had just escaped.

“One of my trainers has a hybrid,” Jungkook said around a bite of melon. “She’s a cat hybrid. Kind of feisty.”

“Our CFO has a cat hybrid.” Namjoon nodded. “They usually have their person and everyone else can fuck off.” He chuckled.

“What kind of hybrid is the best to work with?” Jungkook asked Namjoon, wide eyes inquiring up at him.

“I get along well with dog hybrids. They’re the most approachable.”

“You mean you scare the other ones off.”  Jimin laughed. Namjoon blushed and shifted in his seat like he was being put out by the teasing.

“Ah—okay, okay.” He rolled his eyes. Everyone knew Namjoon was a bit clumsy. Dog hybrids found it funny if anything. He did in fact alarm a lot of the prey hybrids, who were already weary of him because of his size. “Anyway, most of the hybrids visiting will be low key. Some dogs, some cats, maybe a hamster. The more agreeable hybrids.”

“Agreeable?” Jungkook questioned.

“Yeah,  the ones who are okay with people for the most part. Some of the more exotic hybrids take a while to warm up to humans and wouldn’t benefit from something like this.” He sipped his drink. “But The Violet wanted to bring some hybrids who wouldn’t mind people but could also benefit from more exposure to people.”

The three men hummed in thought.

“Will you know any of them?” Jimin asked.

“No, probably not. Most of my work is done in the offices.”

And they fell into conversation about Namjoon’s work with The Violet, his business trying to make clean energy for the city, and his partner Jin. Jin was out of town on his own business, and wasn’t able to make it. None of the men missed the way Namjoon’s eyes softened when he spoke about missing his husband. It made the guys promise to try and distract him until Jin got back, making an offer to look around at the new art exhibit that had opened downtown. Namjoon was taking them up on that when the hybrids arrived.

There was no announcement at first, so as not to make the hybrids uncomfortable. But slowly, they started trickling in from inside the building. The first to be noticed was a golden retriever that spoke loudly and with an excited lilt in his tone. There was a scottish fold hybrid that sat alone until a few women approached her to make conversation. There weren’t more than twenty-five hybrids but the guests could see where they were based on the pockets of people that surrounded them.

Most thrived on the attention, their tails shaking back and forth behind them as they answered people’s questions. Others were visibly nervous and it seemed as though the staff members would notice and subtly guide attendees elsewhere so the hybrid would not be overwhelmed. It was truly interesting to witness. With images of hybrids being mistreated still fresh in their minds, everyone was being mindful and kind.

After about fifteen minutes, the announcement was finally made that The Violet’s hybrids had arrived and were making themselves comfortable. There were some activities for everyone to do to just relax and have fun. A corner for painting with easels and canvases was set up off to the side, away from where a game of soccer had started out between some dog hybrids and a few athletes who had come to support The Violet. Some younger hybrids were drawing with chalk along the walkways of the garden. Some hybrids kept to themselves and others joined in groups with humans, making small talk and just enjoying the opportunity to meet people who weren’t staff members. Everyone seemed occupied, doing their own thing, and Jungkook had decided he wanted to try his hand at painting.

There were a couple mouse hybrids that had started up in the paint area, and he greeted them as he looked around the supplies for what he might want. Jungkook had seen hybrids in passing, but had never really interacted with them. None of his friends owned any, and the ones he had met on the street were often not allowed to interact with strangers. That was why an event like this was important, he thought, to teach hybrids they shouldn’t have to be afraid of strangers. Though, a small part of his mind whispered that more often than not hybrids had a reason to fear humans. Regardless, humans should learn to be more comfortable with hybrids as well.

He grabbed a few sheets of watercolor paper, some brushes, a pen, some paint, and headed back to the table where his friends were. On his way he also snagged a plate of pastries, grinning to himself at the sight of the sweets. He placed his things down on the table and realized Jimin was talking with a hybrid. It was the golden retriever he had seen come out first.

When the hybrid got to the table where Jimin and Namjoon were chatting, he told them his name was Hoseok. Hoseok was very obviously friendly and extroverted. He had made his rounds talking to anyone and everyone. His conversation with Jimin was about what kind of work Jimin did. Jimin, it turned out, worked in security.

“Yeah? Like Park Systems level security?” Hoseok joked. Park Systems was a well known security company based in the city. The company was trusted with most of the big business security teams as well as basic home security systems. Hoseok had made the joke because the idea of the CEO of Park Systems being at The Violet talking to a golden retriever hybrid seemed laughable. When Jimin extended his hand and introduced himself as Park Jimin, Hoseok’s face had dropped in shock.

“No way.”

Hoseok had a million questions about it. He erupted in a flurry of inquiries. Jungkook was giggling at the hybrid’s enthusiasm when Namjoon leaned over to whisper in his ear.

“Hey, Kook, I think you have a shadow.”

Jungkook looked at him with confusion and Namjoon’s eyes flicked over his shoulder. The younger man slowly turned his head and there, pretending to play with a wildflower, was a hybrid he hadn’t noticed before.

You had started out at the front of the garden, playing with some of the younger hybrids and making hop-scotch. The kids loved when you jumped around with them, your ears flopping back and forth. You were only the second bunny hybrid The Violet had housed, and the children all found you adorable. However, when they had inevitably run off to play, you were left to your own devices with no excuse to avoid talking to the humans around.

You knew the staff was keeping a close eye on you. This was the first event you had been to since you came to The Violet, and you still struggled with big crowds of people. You were promised it would be relaxed and lowkey, and it was true. No one was staring too much, and no one was approaching you to ask questions. The people at the event were conscious that you were a bunny, and the one thing on the pamphlet about bunny hybrid care that was emphasized was their skittishness. When they were spooked, they would bolt. The caterer who handed you a plate of snacks even smiled softly at you, gentle and soothing as if trained. You assumed The Violet actually had trained them.

You had just settled in a particularly sunny patch of grass when you saw him. At first your heart stopped, thinking he was another bunny hybrid like yourself. But you realized almost immediately that he was human. However, the longer you looked the more you could see why you had mistaken him for a hybrid. His eyes were big and brown, and flicked this way and that as he took in his surroundings. He nibbled on his food while listening to the large man beside him talk about something. When someone said something he found amusing his nose would scrunch up in a way you found endearing. The man wasn’t a hybrid but he almost acted like one.

You had been content watching from afar as he relaxed and talked to the people at his table. He didn’t seem too interested in the hybrids around them, though when one walked by he gave them a nod or a small smile to be polite. When he got out of his seat, you had panicked slightly, fearing he was leaving though you had no grounds to. When you followed at a distance, it was clear he was just going to entertain himself.

You watched him look through the paints and brushes in the section for art, his brow furrowing in thought. He was frowning slightly with concentration, though when he noticed the two mouse hybrids looking at him he quickly softened his expression to say hello. He was choosing his colors after agonizing over the options and then he was moving back toward the table. In his arms he juggled the paper and all of the supplies he wanted. You were worried he was going to drop them. When he stopped to snag a plate of treats, you had giggled into your hand as you watched his balancing act of holding art supplies and piling desserts on the plate before balancing it all for the home stretch.

You tried to remain casual about it. You’d stop to admire a flower and debated picking it. You’d made small talk with a hybrid who asked if you were enjoying yourself. All the while your eyes were flicking back to the man, as if you were afraid he would disappear. Eventually, you had settled back in your spot, holding several flowers you deemed too pretty to not pick. The man was starting to mess around with his paints, listening to the people around him talk, sometimes smiling to himself as though he was just happy to exist in the same place as his friends. It was the first of only two times you would think to yourself that a human was beautiful. Not just attractive, but beautiful. In the same way as your flowers, or a sun shower or the sound of your friend Hoseok singing in the morning when he brought you a glass of juice and some fruit to nibble on.

You were so transfixed on the man that you didn’t register his friend’s attention on you. He had noticed you get up and had watched with curiosity as you lingered behind the youngest of their friend group. He was sure you weren’t aware of his gaze as you watched Jungkook wander around. He even chuckled to himself at your expression when a chatty pomeranian hybrid intercepted you and struck up a conversation. You were trying to be polite but the worry in your brow and shiftiness of your eyes told Namjoon you were agitated. It was almost heartbreaking how obviously enraptured with Jungkook you were. He couldn’t help but tell Jungkook about it the moment he thought no one would be paying attention.

When Jungkook moved and you realized he was turning to look at you, you froze. Your head tipped down and your fingers nervously rubbed at the flowers in your lap. Your cheeks were pink with the embarrassment of getting caught and part of you was gnawing at itself with fear. No one liked to be stared at. You were supposed to keep to yourself and not bother guests. You had learned that attracting attention from humans was dangerous. You should have been more careful, no matter how interested you were in the man.

Jungkook was also blushing. You were perhaps the cutest creature he had ever seen. With your head down, all he could see were your ears. One was a warm brown, almost black like your hair, and the other was white. He hadn’t seen a hybrid with two different colored ears before, and he found it charming. Even if you weren’t trying to make yourself as small as possible (like you presently were) you would be one of the most delicate hybrids there. He realized he had seen you earlier, playing with the children, and had mistaken you for one of the younger hybrids. By yourself, however, it was clear you were older, maybe around his age even. Jungkook had only gotten a glimpse of your eyes before you had ducked your head down, but from just a look he knew they were big and round, expressive in their emotion. He was intrigued.

“What do I do?” He asked, almost speaking out of the side of his mouth as if any movement would send you away. Namjoon found it incredibly cute.

“Don’t scare her away.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes. Very helpful, hyung. He racked his brain for what he had learned about bunny hybrids, but all he could remember was that they flopped sometimes and it was a good thing. Jungkook was so caught up in trying to remember what the staff had said about bunny hybrids that he didn’t notice Jimin’s conversation with Hoseok had paused at Jungkook and Namjoon’s whispering. Hoseok was looking between Jungkook and you, his eyes thoughtful before a grin appeared, bright and energetic.

“She likes strawberries.” Hoseok whispered. The men followed his eyes to the plate of fruit Jimin had abandoned. There was a small pile of strawberries in the middle. Jungkook met Hoseok’s eyes and didn’t notice the way Jimin was watching him..

A few feet away, you knew they were talking about you.. Hoseok usually took enough of the attention that you could get by unnoticed but even he was whispering. You wanted to glare at him to communicate your feelings of betrayal but couldn’t bring yourself to look at any of them.

“Jimin, are you going to finish these strawberries?” Jungkook asked, his voice raised loud enough for it to carry across the garden. It was the first time you had really heard it fully and your ears twitched.

“Oh, I don’t think I can. They look delicious, but I’m so full.” Jimin played along, rubbing his tummy as though stuffed when in reality, he hadn’t eaten much.

Your ears were tilting towards them, intrigued by the idea of fresh strawberries. You snuck a peak and saw the forbidden fruit, piled high on a small plate by Jungkook’s elbow. But in the short glance you saw that Jungkook was still looking at you and you felt so shy you couldn’t move from where you sat.

Two emotions were warring in your chest. There was the desire to draw nearer to someone who seemed like you—who seemed safe (Hoseok wasn’t sensing any danger, surely, or he wouldn’t be engaging with them)—and the feeling that it was a trap. Like you would approach the table and the moment before you touched the berries a hand would shoot out and grab your wrist and you’d be punished for not fighting your temptations. You’d be punished for not controlling your urges, once again.

Was this a trap? You looked again at the strawberries and tears began to brim your eyes. You desperately wanted to go closer but the risk was too much. The conflict was stressing you out. So you didn’t move from your spot, paralyzed with the desire to move and the fear to go.

Over at the table, Jungkook deflated. Jimin gave him an encouraging smile and his hand went to squeeze his shoulder in an attempt to comfort the younger boy. Hoseok, however, was undeterred.

“Just give her time.” He said firmly. He watched the way your ears twitched and knew you wouldn’t be able to resist the fruit for long.

“Do you know her?” Jimin asked.

“Yeah, she’s my best friend,” he grinned proudly. The surprised looks didn’t go unnoticed. It was a surprise that you let the loud hybrid anywhere near you. You looked like a leaf falling to the ground would convince you to run for cover.

But Hoseok knew you better.

He struck up a conversation with Jungkook instead, trying to distract them to give you the window to feel safe enough to move.

It turned out that Jungkook’s occupation went hand in hand with Jimin’s. He had a studio where his trainers lead different exercise classes like Bikram yoga or boxing, as well as taught self-defense classes such as Krav Maga and Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. It was obvious that Jungkook himself was very athletic and in shape, even in his oversized clothing.

Jungkook was talking about why he started working out when out of the corner of his eye, he caught movement. He stuttered almost imperceptibly in his speech but recovered quickly, fighting a smile at the sight of you shifting your posture. He could have laughed at himself. He had never paid so much attention to one person before. Besides Jimin, of course.

When Hoseok had gotten Jungkook talking, the lull of his voice was almost too much to resist. You were struggling against the movement of your inner self weighing the risk of coming closer. Your inner bunny wanted to hide just in case, but even she was being drawn in by the sight of the fruit lying out, just asking to be eaten. All of your lines of defense were crumbling.

You were moving slowly, almost not of your own volition. It was as if something else was propelling you forward and you were inching toward the corner of the table where the plate rested.

When you reached the table, directly next to him, Jungkook kept talking but watched as your small hand reached out. Your fingers clutched a strawberry, your eyes darted around at each face at the table to see if they were paying attention to you but each of the males’ faces were trained anywhere else though they were all aware of you. Tension was coiled in your chest as you envisioned the hand that threatened to grab you. At last you brought the fruit to your lips and you took a nibble.

It was like every man at the table exhaled. Jungkook was beaming inwardly and Jimin was wiping at his nose to hide his smile. Namjoon was pushing his food around his plate with a small smile of his own and Hoseok was grinning in victory. You made a small noise, almost a clicking sound in the back of your throat, and all of them wondered what it was except for Hoseok, who knew it meant you were happy.

You weren’t being punished. You were a little closer to the stranger who kept looking at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Hello, happy bun. Would you like to sit down?” Hoseok was the first to address you and Jungkook’s eyes cut to him in fear that he was going to scare you away. Somehow, in the way that Hoseok just seemed to know things, it was exactly what you needed. Verbal affirmation that you could stay. You looked shyly at Jungkook and he immediately scooted, practically sitting on Namjoon. Namjoon cursed and also moved to the empty seat at his right. The older man’s grumpiness made you giggle and Jungkook’s eyes widened at the sound. He looked directly at Jimin to see if he had heard it and Jimin’s expression was one of slight awe. Jungkook ignored Namjoon’s grumbling as you lowered yourself in the now empty chair, timidly glancing at Jimin to your left and Jungkook to your right.

The seat was warm, and you could smell something warm, musky, and slightly floral.

“I like your flowers,” Jungkook told you. “Could I draw them?” He asked. You nodded, lifting the flowers to hand to him but Jungkook stopped you. “You’re fine. Just hold them like you were.”

Jimin started telling Hoseok about how Jungkook was incredibly talented at drawing and painting things. “Jungkook drew our friend’s wedding portrait.” He bragged. It was the first time you’d heard someone say his name. Jungkook.

You weren’t speaking but watching Jungkook draw, leaning slightly closer to get a better view. He was not just drawing the flowers, but you could see he was also drawing you. Or at least part of you. The watercolors were roughly spreading across the page, making the image of the flowers in your grasp. You practically preened, making a happy noise as you leaned into Jungkook, unaware of the fact that you were now touching beyond the unconscious comfort it gave you to be close to him.

Jimin was melting, however, watching the attention you gave his love. How you looked is how he felt. You watched Jungkook with thee expression he had only ever seen Jungkook himself make, when he found something interesting and beautiful and inspiring. He was sure you weren’t aware you were doing it.

While you were in your own little world, the afternoon went on with the activities. There were classic games like a two-legged race (which Jimin and Hoseok lost phenomenally at), a game of musical chairs that Hoseok won, and an egg toss that resulted in some impressive work by a pair of labrador hybrids. You watched everyone running around and having fun, and you looked like you wanted to get closer as Jimin and Namjoon entered the tug-of-war competition. Jungkook’s gaze went from you to the people lining up and back to you. Then he asked, “Want to go watch?”

You squeaked in surprise that he had directly addressed you and Jungkook patiently waited for you to compose yourself. You looked back at where Jimin and Namjoon playfully pretended to stretch and warm up, jokingly eyeing the hybrids that had volunteered to play. It looked fun, and Jungkook’s large friend looked strong, like a bull hybrid you’d seen once. You found yourself nodding and wordlessly, your hand moved to grasp Jungkook’s.

He watched it happen in slow motion, your hand moving from your lap towards his own where he mindlessly swung his pen around. He let the pen fall from his fingers in favor of opening his palm to you. Your hand was so small compared to his that he almost cooed. Your fingers wrapped around his and you looked at him with a vulnerability that made him want to place himself between you and anything that even thought about looking at you.

Hoseok saw the exchange from his place by the snack table and grinned. He allowed himself a single yip of celebration.

Jungkook led you to the tables nearest the competition and when Jimin saw the two of you watching he started acting cute, doing little dances and waving. It made you blush and hide in Jungkook’s shoulder, giggling to yourself. Jungkook gave Jimin a thumbs up and mouthed ‘keep it up’. Namjoon watched the whole interaction with thinly veiled amusement and made a note to himself. Before Jimin could make you laugh any more, the staff member officiating the tug-of-war game started talking and telling everyone the rules.

The tarp with mud was pulled into the middle of the field and the players lined up. You peaked out from behind Jungkook’s shoulder and watched as his friends lined up with five other random attendees and got into place.

You were sure the hybrids would win immediately. Hybrids were created to be stronger than humans. However, when the whistle blew and everyone started pulling in their own direction, it was clear why the human team had put Namjoon at the very back of the rope. At first he was leaning back to resist the pull of the hybrids, but after a moment, when the team had gotten their bearings, he turned and started walking in the other direction, the rope over his shoulder. Namjoon was strong. You watched him with wide eyes, huddling close to Jungkook.

Just like when you had taken his seat, this scent surrounded you. It was lavender and something else you didn’t have a name for: but with him close you got a better whiff. It was a warm scent, earthy and musky. You hadn’t smelled something like it before and you decided you liked it. You tried to inhale discreetly, rubbing your cheek against Jungkook’s shoulder. The scenting was almost unconscious. Almost. There was a part of you that wanted some of the smell on yourself, so even when the day was over and you were back in your room at The Violet, you would have the memory of him still on your cheek.

Jungkook was completely unaware of the scenting. All he knew was that you had started nuzzling him and he thought it was endearing. He was struggling to focus on the tug-of-war match in front of him. And when one of the humans slips and falls into the tarp of mud, his laughter is partly at their expense and partly an excuse to indulge in the happiness he felt that you had warmed up to him. He doesn’t catch you looking at him over his shoulder, smiling at the sound of his laughter.

Eventually, nature had the last say. Namjoon was strong, but not seven hybrids strong. The human side of the rope was pulled into the mud and Jimin’s shout of defeat startled you. So much so that you jumped and moved back behind Jungkook. He let you grip his hand, moving his other hand to stroke your arm in assurance.

“It’s okay…” He realized at that moment that he didn’t even know your name. “Jimin is just playing.” He soothed. Jimin. That was his name.

“Is he okay?” You ask quietly. It’s the first full sentence you’ve spoken in the hour you had spent with him. Jungkook grinned and it was stunning you.

“He’s fine, bun.” He resorted to the nickname he’d heard Hoseok use, and you clicked your approval and rubbed your forehead against Jungkook’s back. Your face warmed with embarrassment but you couldn’t help yourself.

Jimin came bounding up then, covered in mud and grinning ear to ear. He gave Jungkook a kiss that Jungkook scrunched his nose at because Jimin was completely covered in mud.

“We almost won.” He insisted.

“If only your team was full of Joonies.” Jungkook laughed.

Jimin noticed you peeking out at him from behind Jungkook’s shoulder but didn’t say anything. He just gave you a smile that left you smiling yourself. Then he excused himself to try and get as much mud off as possible for the ride home. “Make sure Kook doesn’t get into any trouble, okay?” He asked you. He waited until you nodded shyly before taking off.

The mention of the event ending had dread plummeting your stomach to the ground. You knew eventually that Jungkook would leave but you had pushed those thoughts out of your mind. Of course he had to go. Jimin had to go, too. They had lives to get back to and they couldn’t stay and feed you strawberries all day. It made you sad and your ears drooped, tickling Jungkook’s cheek. He could sense the mood shift and to cheer you up asked if you wanted to share a plate of strawberries. Then when you two sat back down you ate all of them.

When the staff members started canvasing the garden, the sun was starting to set. They were rounding up hybrids and telling them to say their final goodbyes to the friends they had made. You were sitting in between Jimin and Jungkook, dozing off, your head lolling forward as you struggled to stay awake and enjoy your last moments with them. In your heart you longed for a different life. One where instead of the staff member squeezing your shoulder and quietly letting you know it was time to start heading out, Jungkook would let you sleep, safe and warm with his scent beside you, until it became so late that he carried you to your bed—no, your nest. In this dream you had a nest of your own. A warm place of blankets, pillows, lavender, and bergamot.

But that wasn’t your life, and in your life, Hoseok was coming to collect you and walk with you back to your dorm. Pushing the urge to cry down, you barely managed a sound as you gave Jungkook’s hand one last squeeze. You two hadn’t let go since the tug-of-war game. It was a heartbreaking thing to see, and Jimin was equally moved when you said goodbye to him, your soft voice floating up to his ears.

The group watched you go and when you disappeared around the corner, the mood was noticeably depressed. Jungkook looked like a kicked puppy. Jimin’s hand was going up and down his back in an attempt to soothe him but honestly, even he didn’t know what to say. Jungkook had obviously connected with you and you with him.

“Maybe we can come back and visit her,” he offered quietly. Jungkook was blinking rapidly, nodding his head.

“Have you ever thought of adopting a hybrid?” Namjoon chose this moment to bring up what he had been thinking the whole day. Jimin and Jungkook shot their heads in his direction.

“What?” Jimin asked at the same moment Jungkook said “Could we?”

Namjoon’s expression was that of self-satisfaction.

“Those were all hybrids that live at The Violet.” He stated the obvious. “The long-term goal isn’t for them to spend the rest of their lives there. It’s for them to be adopted and get to live their lives in a home where they are safe and free to live autonomously with people who will love and care for them. That’s probably part of The Violet’s aim in bringing them here to the event. If anyone were to be interested in adopting a hybrid, they have the opportunity to interact with some and get a feel for what would fit best in their homes and lives.”

Jimin was going back and forth between looking at Namjoon and looking at Jungkook, who was looking as though someone had handed him banana milk on a platter and he found out there was a million dollars in the bottom of the jug.

Then, Jungkook seemed to deflate. He was staring at the table, processing what Namjoon had said. Watching you leave had felt like having his heart wretched out of his chest. It was worse knowing you didn’t want to leave. But he had learned enough in the seminars to know that taking care of a hybrid was a big job. They needed a lot of attention and care. You had to be an expert on your hybrid because they were relying on you to keep them safe and healthy. Jungkook didn’t know if he was up for that kind of responsibility. “I can’t take care of a hybrid by myself.”

The words were mumbled, as though he were just processing aloud and hadn’t realized he’d spoken at all. And he hadn’t realized. Not until Jimin made a disapproving sound and his hand went to Jungkook’s thigh. He squeezed it lightly and Jungkook looked up at him.

“No, you can’t.” He was staring so softly at Jungkook that the younger boy almost missed how negative his words were. Almost. Part of him had hoped Jimin would disagree and tell Jungkook he was entirely capable of taking care of you. So, Jungkook looked on, confused and slightly betrayed as his boyfriend leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

“But we can.”

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