Kryia-G

Every so often, he twitched. A frown would crease his brow. His fingers would curl tighter into the fabric.

Each time, your heart squeezed.

At some point near dawn, your phone vibrated softly on the coffee table.

You flinched, reaching for it immediately so the sound wouldn’t wake him.

Dr. Min:Status check. Are you both safe?

You typed back with stiff fingers.

Y/N:Yes. He shifted. Human form. He’s asleep now.

The reply came quickly.

Dr. Min:That’s significant. Likely stress-induced. Do not push him to talk. Let him set the pace.

You glanced down at Jungkook.

He looked impossibly young like this. Smaller somehow, stripped of fur and instinctive defenses. Just a boy wrapped in blankets, trusting you not to break whatever fragile sense of safety he’d built overnight.

Y/N:They won’t leave us alone, will they?

Three dots appeared.

Disappeared.

Then:

Dr. Min:No. But now they’re on a clock.

You swallowed.

Before you could respond, Jungkook stirred.

His eyelashes fluttered, brow creasing as consciousness returned. For a split second, panic flashed across his face—his body tensing, breath hitching—

Then his eyes landed on you.

Still there.

You watched the tension ease out of him in real time, like a string slowly unwinding.

“Hey,” you whispered. “Good morning.”

He hesitated, then pushed himself up on one elbow, blanket slipping slightly. He froze again when he looked down at himself, at unfamiliar limbs and skin.

“I’m still…” His voice was hoarse, barely used. “Like this.”

“Yes,” you said gently. “You are.”

He searched your face. “You didn’t… make me change back?”

You shook your head. “It’s your body. Not mine to decide.”

Something unreadable flickered across his expression.

They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of the night pressing down on both of you.

Finally, he spoke again. “I didn’t know it would happen.”

“I figured,” you said softly. “It scared you.”

He nodded once. Then, after a pause, added quietly, “I thought… if I showed you, you wouldn’t want me anymore.”

The words hit harder than you expected.

You leaned forward slightly, careful not to crowd him. “Jungkook, listen to me. I didn’t bring you here because I wanted a pet. Or because you were easy. Or because you stayed in rabbit form.” Your voice wavered, but you pushed through. “I brought you here because you deserved somewhere safe. That doesn’t change depending on how you look.”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed.

“You didn’t run,” he said, almost to himself.

“No,” you replied. “I didn’t.”

Another silence settled—this one heavier, but not hostile.

Eventually, he shifted his weight awkwardly. “I… don’t know what I’m supposed to do now.”

The honesty in his voice made your chest ache.

“You don’t have to know,” you said. “Today, you just… exist. That’s enough.”

He let out a shaky breath.

You stood slowly. “I’m going to make breakfast. Do you want to stay here, or—”

“I’ll stay,” he said quickly, then winced like he’d spoken too loudly. “If that’s okay.”

You smiled faintly. “Of course it is.”

You moved into the small kitchen, hyper-aware of every sound you made. You kept things simple—toast, fruit, tea—nothing that required much effort or attention.

When you brought the tray back, Jungkook was sitting up fully now, blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He looked uncomfortable, unsure what to do with his hands, his posture stiff like he was bracing for instructions that never came.

You set the tray down on the coffee table. “Eat if you want. Or don’t. No rules.”

He stared at the food like it might disappear if he touched it.

Finally, he picked up a piece of toast, fingers trembling slightly.

He took a bite.

Paused.

Then another.

You looked away, giving him privacy even though every part of you wanted to watch, to make sure he was okay.

Halfway through breakfast, your phone buzzed again.

This time, it wasn’t Dr. Min.

It was a work email.

Subject: Urgent – Attendance Required

Your stomach dropped.

You opened it.

Due to staffing shortages, all approved leave is temporarily suspended. Please confirm your availability to return today.

You stared at the screen, pulse pounding.

You couldn’t go back.

Not now. Not with Jungkook like this. Not with people actively trying to find him.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard.

Jungkook noticed your expression. “What is it?”

“Work,” you said, forcing your voice to stay even. “They want me back.”

His shoulders tensed immediately. “Because of me?”

“No,” you said quickly. “This isn’t your fault.”

But the damage was done.

He looked down, fingers curling into the blanket. “If I wasn’t here—”

You cut him off gently. “Stop. You don’t get to blame yourself for other people’s cruelty.”

He went quiet.

You typed out a reply with shaking hands.

I’m unavailable due to a personal emergency. Please refer to LK107-C for further details. I'll update when possible.

You hit send before you could overthink it.

Your phone buzzed almost instantly.

You silenced it and set it face down.

“Okay,” you said, exhaling. “That’s handled.”

Jungkook studied you. “You’re choosing this,” he said slowly. “You’re choosing… me.”

The weight of that settled between you.

“Yes,” you answered simply.

Before he could respond, a soft beep sounded from your phone again.

This time, it wasn’t work.

It was a notification from an unfamiliar app—one you didn’t remember installing.

Location services activated.

Your blood ran cold.

You grabbed the phone, heart racing, scrolling frantically.

Another notification appeared.

External ping detected.

“No,” you whispered. “No, no, no—”

Jungkook was on his feet instantly, panic flaring across his face. “What’s wrong?”

“They’re tracking something,” you said, breath coming fast. “I don’t know what, but—”

The lights flickered.

Once.

Twice.

Jungkook flinched violently, backing away until he hit the wall, eyes wide.

Your phone vibrated again.

Unknown:We can see you.

Your hands shook so badly you nearly dropped the phone.

You looked around the room, heart hammering. The safehouse suddenly felt very small.

“Jungkook,” you said urgently. “Listen to me. I need you to stay calm.”

“I can’t,” he said, voice cracking. “I can’t—”

“You can,” you insisted, stepping toward him. “Look at me. Look at me.”

He met your gaze, breath ragged.

“They’re not inside,” you said, forcing logic into your fear. “They’re trying to scare us.”

Another message came through.

Unknown:Open the door.

Jungkook made a broken sound, hands clenching at his sides.

You moved in front of him instinctively, back to the wall. “No one is opening anything.”

Your phone buzzed again.

Unknown:Last chance.

Before you could respond, there was a loud thud from somewhere below—metal against concrete, distant but deliberate.

Jungkook cried out softly, collapsing against you.

“I don’t want to go back,” he whispered. “Please.”

You wrapped your arms around him tightly, heart pounding like it might burst out of your chest.

“I won’t let them take you,” you said, voice shaking but fierce. “I swear.”

Your phone rang.

Not a text.

A call.

Blocked number.

You stared at it for half a second—then declined.

Immediately, another call came in.

And another.

You shut the phone off completely.

Silence crashed down.

For a few seconds, nothing happened.

Then your phone buzzed again despite being off.

A final message forced its way onto the screen.

Unknown:We know what he is.

Your breath caught.

You looked down at Jungkook.

At the man trembling in your arms, terrified and human and real.

Something hardened inside you.

“You know what?” you whispered, more to yourself than anyone else. “So do I.”

You reached for your bag, pulling it closer. “We’re leaving. Now.”

Jungkook looked up at you, fear and trust tangled together. “Where?”

“I don’t know yet,” you admitted. “But somewhere they can’t just knock on the door and expect us to answer.”

You grabbed your phone again, turning it back on just long enough to dial one number.

Dr. Min.

She picked up immediately.

“They found us,” you said, voice steady despite the chaos in your chest. “I need help.”

There was no hesitation on the other end.

“Then it’s time,” Dr. Min said. “We stop running.”

You swallowed.

Outside, somewhere in the city, someone believed Jungkook still belonged to them.

You tightened your grip around him and realised something with chilling clarity: You’ve had enough. This time, you were going to fight back whether you were ready or not, because you were already in it.

The building went dark.

Not all at once—not dramatically—but in a way that was far more unsettling. The lights dimmed, flickered, then steadied at a low, sickly glow that made everything look wrong around the edges. The hum in the walls changed pitch, dropping into something deeper, heavier.

Jungkook stiffened in your arms.

“They’re here,” he whispered.

Your heart pounded so hard you could hear it in your ears. “No,” you said quickly, even as doubt clawed at your chest. “This place is shielded. They can’t just—”

A low thud echoed through the building.

Not outside.

Inside.

Your breath caught.

Dr. Min’s words from earlier replayed in your head: They’re on a clock.

You grabbed your bag with one hand, keeping the other anchored around Jungkook’s shoulders. “Okay,” you said, forcing steadiness into your voice. “Change of plan.”

He looked at you, eyes wide, panic barely contained. “I can’t—I can’t go outside.”

“I know,” you said softly. “You don’t have to. Just listen to me.”

Another sound—closer this time. Heavy footsteps somewhere below, deliberate and unhurried.

“They know where we are,” you murmured, more to yourself than him. “Which means hiding isn’t enough anymore.”

Your phone vibrated in your palm—one bar of signal, flickering.

A message came through.

Dr. Min:Basement corridor compromised. Do not use the main stairwell.

Your pulse spiked. Basement? You weren’t anywhere near—

Then you remembered.

The safehouses built was never a single apartment. It was a cluster, a network. That’s why when the Association tries to find hybrids, it proves difficult due to the way that it is made. Something the government needs to work on but for now… 

Someone had breached the perimeter and you have never gotten to see the main blueprints of the networks. Right now, you only have Dr Min and the hope that your colleagues will find you. 

You typed back with shaking fingers.

Y/N:We’re on the fifth floor. Lights are unstable.

The reply came almost instantly.

Dr. Min:Stay put. I’m rerouting assistance. Do NOT open the door.

As if on cue, the door handle rattled.

Once.

Twice.

Jungkook let out a sharp, broken sound, backing away until his shoulders hit the wall. His breathing spiralled, shallow and fast, hands fisting into the blanket wrapped around him.

“No,” he whispered. “Please—please—”

You stepped between him and the door without thinking, heart hammering. “Jungkook,” you said firmly. “Look at me.”

He shook his head.

“Look at me,” you repeated, louder this time—not angry, just there. Present.

His eyes flicked up to yours.

“Good,” you said, keeping your voice low and steady. “You’re here. You’re not back there. You’re with me.”

Another knock. Louder. More impatient.

A man’s voice filtered through the door, calm and infuriatingly reasonable. “We know you’re inside. We don’t want to make this unpleasant.”

Your hands curled into fists.

A pause.

Then a soft chuckle. “You really don’t understand what you’re holding, do you?”

Jungkook whimpered.

Something inside you snapped—not in a dramatic, fiery way, but with cold clarity.

You understood enough.

You glanced around the room, mind racing. The windows were sealed. The bathroom door—reinforced. The emergency hatch you remembered the field team mentioning about in passing when they were complaining during dinners- 

Your gaze snapped to the ceiling panel above the kitchen.

There.

“Jungkook,” you whispered urgently. “Can you climb?”

He stared at you, terrified. “I—I think so.”

“Okay,” you said. “That’s enough.”

The door handle rattled again, harder this time.

You moved fast, dragging a chair under the ceiling panel and climbing up, heart in your throat. You shoved the panel aside and peered into the dark crawlspace beyond.

Narrow. Dusty. Uninviting.

You turned back to Jungkook, holding out your hand. “Trust me.”

He hesitated for only a second before taking it.

His grip was tight—desperate—but solid.

You helped him up, guiding him carefully into the crawlspace. He moved awkwardly, unused to this body, but adrenaline carried him forward.

As you climbed in after him, the sound of something splintering echoed behind you.

Wood cracking.

Metal groaning.

“They’re breaking in,” Jungkook whispered, voice shaking.

“I know,” you said, forcing calm into your tone. “Keep moving.”

The crawlspace sloped downward, leading toward what you guessed was another unit—or an exit. It was dark, the air stale, dust clogging your throat. You crawled on hands and knees, following the faint emergency lighting strips lining the path.

Behind you, a crash.

The door gave way.

Footsteps flooded the apartment.

Voices—low, irritated.

“They’re gone.”

“Search the place.”

Jungkook’s breathing hitched.

You reached back blindly and squeezed his hand. “You’re doing great,” you whispered. “Just a little further.”

The crawlspace opened into a narrow service corridor—unfinished concrete, exposed pipes, flickering lights. A red EXIT sign glowed at the far end like a promise.

You dropped down first, turning to help Jungkook.

The moment his feet hit the floor, he sagged against you, knees buckling.

“I can’t,” he whispered. “I’m tired.”

You caught him, heart aching. “I know. Just lean on me.”

You wrapped his arm around your shoulders and half-dragged, half-supported him down the corridor. Every sound felt amplified—the slap of your shoes, the ragged pull of his breath.

The exit door loomed closer.

Then—

A figure stepped into the corridor ahead.

You froze.

Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dressed in dark clothing that blended into the shadows.

A wolf hybrid.

Not the same one from the store—but close enough that your stomach dropped.

His eyes flicked to Jungkook instantly.

Recognition.

Possession.

“There you are,” he said softly, like he was greeting a lost pet.

Jungkook went rigid, a low, terrified sound tearing from his throat. His grip tightened painfully around your shoulder.

“Stay back,” you said, voice shaking but loud.

The wolf tilted his head. “You’re making this harder than it needs to be. He’s not meant to be out here.”

“He’s not yours,” you shot back.

The wolf smiled thinly. “You think this is about ownership?” He took a step forward. “This is about control.”

Your heart raced. You glanced behind you—no way back. The voices from the apartment were getting closer.

Trapped.

Jungkook’s breathing spiralled. His body trembled violently, like he was about to shatter.

“No,” he whispered. “No, no, no—”

Heat flooded the air again—stronger this time, almost suffocating.

You felt it before you saw it: the way his body tensed, muscles locking, skin flushing.

“Jungkook,” you said urgently. “Stay with me.”

“I can’t,” he gasped. “I can’t stop it.”

The wolf’s eyes widened slightly, interest sparking. “Ah,” he murmured. “So that’s new.”

Fear turned to fury in your chest.

“Don’t look at him,” you snapped.

Too late.

Jungkook cried out, collapsing against you as the air warped around him. You held on, bracing as his body shifted—bones stretching, fur rippling back into existence in a flash of white.

In seconds, he was back in rabbit form—smaller, shaking violently, pressed against your chest like he was trying to disappear into you.

The wolf took another step forward.

Instinct took over.

You lunged.

Not at him—but past him.

You bolted for the exit, clutching Jungkook tight, heart hammering in your ears. The wolf cursed, reaching out—

But you slammed through the exit door and into the night.

Cold air hit you like a slap.

You didn’t stop running.

You didn’t look back.

You ran down the alley, lungs burning, legs screaming, adrenaline carrying you further than you thought possible. Jungkook clung to you, body trembling but alive.

Sirens wailed somewhere in the distance.

Lights flared behind you.

Shouting.

Then—nothing.

You ducked into a side street and collapsed behind a dumpster, chest heaving, vision swimming. You slid down against the cold concrete, curling around Jungkook protectively.

He shifted weakly, pressing his head into your chest.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I gave myself away.”

“No,” you said fiercely, tears burning your eyes. “You saved us.”

He looked up at you, eyes glossy. “I was scared.”

“I know,” you murmured, stroking between his ears with trembling fingers. “And you still kept going.”

You stayed there for a long moment, catching your breath, the city’s noise slowly bleeding back in around you.

Your phone buzzed weakly in your pocket.

One bar.

A call from Dr. Min.

You answered with shaking hands. “We got out.”

A sharp exhale on the other end. “Listen to me carefully. That breach confirms many things that we don’t have the time to discuss.”

You swallowed. “What do we do now?”

A pause.

Then, “We start treating this like a case.”

Your stomach clenched.

“You understand the procedures behind the table but right now, your actions cannot mimic that.”

You looked down at Jungkook, small and fragile in your arms, eyes watching you with quiet trust.

You tightened your hold.

He’d followed you into the bedroom without hesitation this time, hopping up onto the mattress with a soft thump and burrowing straight into the crook of your arm like it was instinct rather than choice. His body stayed tense for a long time, breath shallow, ears flicking at every noise.

You didn’t move.

Didn’t dare.

You let your breathing slow deliberately, hoping he would mirror it.

Eventually, his tremors eased. His breathing deepened. His ears relaxed against your arm.

But you stayed awake.

Because every time you closed your eyes, you saw the message again.

You shouldn’t have taken him.

Your phone buzzed at 6:17 a.m.

You flinched so hard Jungkook startled, scrambling upright with a distressed squeak. He spun in a tight circle, claws scraping lightly against your bedsheet, eyes wide and panicked.

“It’s okay,” you whispered immediately, pushing yourself upright and scooping him close. “It’s just my alarm. I’m sorry. I forgot to turn it off.”

You reached for the phone and silenced it, heart pounding.

Jungkook stayed rigid in your arms for a few seconds longer before slowly relaxing, his head pressing against your collarbone. You stroked between his ears until his breathing steadied.

“I’m not going to work today,” you murmured, more to yourself than him. “Or tomorrow.”

You didn’t have the luxury of explaining things to your manager yet. You’d already used up one excuse — “family emergency.” You doubted they’d be sympathetic if you tried to explain that the emergency was a rabbit hybrid with an illegal tracker and someone trying to reclaim him. You knew that the moment the Association has his papers, they would have to remove you from the case. 

Conflict of interest. 

So you placed in an email, explaining to your bosses about your situation and how it links to the case you have been briefly working on that has now become a case so large it took over your life …personally. 

You swung your legs off the bed and stood slowly, Jungkook tucked securely against you.

Morning light filtered into the apartment, soft and pale. Everything looked normal. Too normal.

You locked the bedroom door behind you and moved through the apartment, checking windows, checking the front door, checking the hallway peephole before allowing yourself to breathe.

Nothing.

No figures lingering. No unfamiliar vehicles visible from your window.

Still, your shoulders refused to relax.

Jungkook stayed pressed to you as you moved, following your every step when you set him down, hopping at your heels like a small, white shadow.

You prepared breakfast quietly — both for him and for yourself. You set his food near the couch, exactly where he liked it now. He sniffed it cautiously, then ate, never once taking his eyes off you.

You sat at the table with a cup of coffee that went cold untouched.

Your phone buzzed again.

This time it was a message from an unknown number — a different one.

Unknown:You don’t understand what you’re involved in.

Your stomach dropped.

You stared at the screen, heart racing.

Unknown:He isn’t a pet. He’s property.

Your hands shook as you typed.

Y/N:Stop contacting me.

The response came almost instantly.

Unknown:You can’t protect him.

Jungkook startled as your grip tightened on the phone.

“No,” you whispered aloud, voice shaking. “You don’t get to decide that.”

You blocked the number.

Your phone felt heavier in your hand than it should have.

A sharp knock echoed through your apartment.

You froze.

Jungkook bolted — diving under the couch in a flash of white fur, heartbeats loud in your ears.

The knock came again.

Firm.

Controlled.

Not a neighbour’s casual tap.

Your pulse thundered as you approached the door, movements slow and silent. You checked the peephole.

Two men stood outside.

One was tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a neutral jacket and dark trousers. The other stood slightly behind him, thinner, holding a tablet. Neither wore uniforms.

But you recognised the posture.

Purposeful. Expectant.

People who believed they had a right to be there.

You didn’t open the door.

Another knock. Louder this time.

“Ms L/N,” a voice called. Polite. Calm. “We just want to talk.”

Your heart hammered so loudly you were sure they could hear it.

“I’m busy,” you called back, surprised your voice didn’t break.

“We know you adopted a rabbit hybrid last week,” the man continued smoothly. “There’s been a clerical error. We’re here to resolve it.”

Behind you, the couch shifted slightly.

Jungkook was listening.

“There’s no error,” you said, gripping the door handle. “I have the paperwork.”

“We’re not disputing the adoption,” the second man said. “Just… the circumstances.”

Your stomach churned.

“I’m calling the police,” you said.

A pause.

Then a faint smile crept into the first man’s voice. “That won’t help you.”

Your breath caught.

“You see,” he continued, “this isn’t a criminal matter. It’s contractual.”

Your nails dug into your palm.

“You’re trespassing,” you said. “Leave.”

Silence stretched.

Then the man sighed. “We hoped to do this politely.”

Your phone buzzed again in your pocket.

Unknown:They’re at your door.

Your blood ran cold.

The knock turned into something else.

A test.

Not force — not yet — but pressure.

The handle rattled once.

Jungkook made a sharp, frightened sound under the couch.

That was it.

Something in you snapped — not loudly, not dramatically, but decisively.

You stepped back from the door and grabbed your phone, hands flying over the screen.

You dialled Dr. Min.

She answered on the second ring. “Ms L/N?”

“They’re here,” you whispered. “At my apartment.”

“Are they inside?” she asked sharply.

“No. Not yet.”

“Listen carefully,” Dr. Min said. “Do not open the door. Do not engage further. I’m calling this in.”

“To who?” you asked, panic rising.

“People who don’t ask politely,” she replied. “Stay where you are.”

The men outside spoke again, voices lower now, edged with irritation.

“Ms L/N,” the first man said. “You’re making this harder than it needs to be.”

You backed away from the door slowly.

Jungkook burst out from under the couch and sprinted toward you, launching himself into your arms with surprising force. He clung to you, shaking violently.

“I’ve got you,” you whispered fiercely, holding him tight. “I won’t open it.”

A thud hit the door — not a kick, but a heavy palm.

A warning.

Your phone buzzed again.

Dr. Min.

“Help is on the way,” she said. “They won’t be able to stay long.”

The men outside muttered something you couldn’t hear clearly.

Then footsteps retreated.

You waited.

Thirty seconds.

A minute.

Two.

Finally, you dared to look through the peephole again.

The hallway was empty.

Your knees buckled as the adrenaline drained from your body. You slid down against the door, Jungkook still clutched to your chest.

You were shaking now. Uncontrollably.

“They were here,” you whispered, voice breaking. “They really came.”

Jungkook pressed his face into your neck, breathing fast, ears flat.

“I won’t let them take you,” you said again, even though fear gnawed at your ribs. “I don’t care how ordinary I am.”

Your phone buzzed one last time.

A message from Dr. Min.

Dr. Min:They tried intimidation. That means they’re nervous. It also means this won’t stop.

You closed your eyes.

Ordinary people didn’t win wars.

But they survived them.

And as Jungkook clung to you like you were the only solid thing left in the world, you realised something terrifying and strangely empowering:

They had underestimated you.

They thought you’d panic.

They thought you’d give up.

They thought you’d hand him over to make your life easy again.

They were wrong.

You lifted Jungkook gently and carried him back to the bedroom, locking the door behind you.

“We’re leaving,” you whispered. “Not forever. Just until it’s safe.”

Jungkook looked up at you, eyes wide but trusting.

You grabbed a bag, essentials only, heart still racing.

Outside, the city went on like nothing had happened.

Inside, your quiet life had shattered.

And there was no pretending anymore.

Because now they knew where you lived.

And you knew — without a doubt —

You were willing to lose everything to keep him free.

You left not because you were brave enough to face the day—but because staying felt like waiting to be cornered again.

You packed quietly, hands moving on autopilot as Jungkook watched from the bed, ears twitching with every zipper sound. You didn’t take much. A change of clothes. Chargers. Important documents. His blankets. His food. Your laptop, because even now some part of you clung to the idea that life could continue in fragments.

When you slung the bag over your shoulder, your apartment looked… wrong. Too still. Too normal for what had happened inside it only an hour earlier.

You knelt in front of Jungkook. “We’re going to stay somewhere else for a bit,” you said softly. “It’s not forever.”

He stared at you, eyes wide, then hopped forward and pressed himself against your knee.

That was answer enough.

Dr. Min had sent you an address and a code, along with a single line that made your chest tighten:

This place doesn’t exist on public records.

You didn’t ask questions.

The drive was tense but uneventful. You took side streets, changed routes twice, and checked your mirrors obsessively. Jungkook stayed tucked between your legs, silent but alert, ears flicking at every unfamiliar sound.

When you finally pulled into the underground parking of a small, nondescript building, your shoulders sagged with relief.

The safehouse was small. Older. Plain. It looked like someone’s aunt’s spare apartment—faded couch, neutral curtains, a faint scent of detergent lingering in the air.

But it was quiet.

Shielded.

Safe.

You locked the door behind you and leaned against it, exhaling a breath you felt like you’d been holding for days.

Jungkook hopped down and explored cautiously, nose twitching, paws silent on the floor. He circled the living room, tested the couch, sniffed the corners, then returned to you like he was reporting back.

“It’s okay,” you murmured. “You can claim it.”

He thumped his foot once—decisive—and hopped onto the couch, immediately dragging his blanket into a tight nest.

You laughed softly despite yourself. “You’re consistent, I’ll give you that.”

The first day passed in a strange limbo.

You didn’t go outside. You didn’t turn on the TV. You barely checked your phone except to confirm that your work email had accepted your leave request without protest. No new messages from unknown numbers came through, but the absence felt ominous rather than comforting.

Jungkook stayed close. Too close.

Every time you moved, he followed. Every time you sat, he pressed against you. If you disappeared into the bathroom, he waited outside the door, ears pinned back until you emerged again.

You tried not to read too much into it—but you’d read enough articles to know trauma didn’t need language to communicate itself.

That night, something changed.

You were lying on the couch, lights dimmed, the city muffled beyond thick windows. Jungkook was curled against your side, half-dozing, when a sharp sound echoed somewhere far outside—a siren, distant but sudden.

He reacted instantly.

A violent jolt tore through his body.

Before you could react, Jungkook let out a sound you had never heard before—not a squeak, not a thump, but a broken, strangled noise that sounded too human to belong to a rabbit.

Then—

Heat.

Not literal, but a sensation, like the air around him warped and folded inward. Your breath hitched as his small body tensed, fur rippling unnaturally beneath your hand.

“Jungkook?” you whispered, panic rising.

His breathing grew ragged. Too deep. Too fast.

And then the weight against you shifted.

You scrambled backward, heart pounding, staring in disbelief as the space beside you seemed to expand. Where a small rabbit hybrid had been moments ago was now—

A man.

Barely clothed, tangled in blankets, dark hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. His limbs were long and awkward, knees drawn to his chest, fingers clenched tightly into the fabric like he was drowning.

You froze.

Your brain refused to catch up.

“Oh my god,” you breathed. “Jungkook?”

His eyes snapped open.

They were still the same—wide, dark, terrified.

He looked at you like he expected you to scream.

You didn’t.

You grabbed the nearest blanket and draped it over him without thinking, voice shaking but steady. “Hey. It’s okay. I’m here.”

His chest heaved. He shook violently, fingers gripping the blanket like it was the only thing keeping him anchored to reality.

“I—I—” His voice cracked on the first sound, rough and unused. He swallowed hard, eyes squeezing shut. “Please—don’t—”

Your heart broke clean in half.

You knelt in front of him, keeping your movements slow. “I’m not going anywhere,” you said gently. “You’re safe. I promise.”

He didn’t respond with words.

Instead, he collapsed forward.

Into you.

His forehead pressed against your shoulder, breath hot and uneven, hands clutching your shirt like he was afraid you might disappear if he loosened his grip.

You wrapped your arms around him instinctively, careful, grounding. “I’ve got you,” you murmured. “I’ve got you.”

Minutes passed like that—him shaking, you holding, the world reduced to the sound of breathing and the steady rhythm of your heart.

Eventually, his trembling eased.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes glossy with unshed tears. “I didn’t mean to,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to change.”

“That’s okay,” you said immediately. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

He looked down at himself, shoulders curling inward. “They—” His voice broke again. “They said I wasn’t allowed.”

Anger flared sharp and sudden in your chest.

“They were wrong,” you said firmly. “About a lot of things.”

He hesitated, then asked in a voice barely louder than air, “Are you… mad?”

The question hit you harder than any threat had.

“No,” you said, without hesitation. “I’m not mad. I’m glad you’re here.”

His lips trembled.

You guided him gently back onto the couch, tucking the blankets around him until only his face and hands were visible. He curled into himself, smaller somehow in this form, vulnerability written into every line of his body.

“I don’t know how to… be like this,” he admitted quietly.

“You don’t have to,” you replied. “Not unless you want to.”

He nodded faintly.

Silence settled again, heavier but not hostile.

After a moment, he spoke again. “They said… if I changed without permission, I’d be punished.”

Your jaw tightened. “No one has permission over you.”

He stared at you, searching.

“And if they come back?” he asked.

You met his gaze, steady despite the fear coiled in your chest. “Then they’ll have to get through me first.”

Something in his expression softened.

He leaned back against the couch, exhaustion dragging him down. “You’re… not like them.”

You let out a small, humourless laugh. “I hope not.”

His eyes fluttered closed.

You stayed there, watching him sleep, every sense alert.

You didn’t know what tomorrow would bring. You didn’t know how to protect him properly, or how deep this all went.

But one thing was painfully clear now:

Jungkook wasn’t just a frightened hybrid anymore.

He was a witness.

A survivor.

And now—someone who trusted you enough to show you who he really was.

they reposted my story the night always finds you, and took screenshots from that story and posted them as an example of ai writing. when i first saw the reblog i decided not to interact with the account or speak out, because i was literally accused of using ai by a another account who was also posted on the btsaificrecs account. that ordeal really made an impact on my confidence in my writing, but i pushed through the don’t and continued doing what i love. especially after putting both of our works through an ai scanner (which i learned today is not good to do because they literally TRAIN ai 🤯) and proving that my work was not written by ai.

being accused of usuing ai to write a second time took an even bigger whack at my mental health because writing is such a therapeutic thing for me. i have so many stories in my notes and my google docs that will never see the light of day, but were written with so many emotions that i NEEDED to release. when i wrote let me follow, i was in the process of grieving the death of my nana. something that took me by surprise, because my autism affects and often inhibits my reaction to things. i cried so much while writing that story because i was thinking about the memories that i had of my nana. how she would no longer call me on my birthday and sing to me, or how i wouldn’t see her posted up at family gatherings any more.

writing for me isn’t about my ‘process’ like i’ve seen so many people mention on this app. if you want a list of the youtube videos i watched talking about writing styles, or podcasts i listened to, i’ll happily give them to you. i feel like if you’re a genuine writer, than anyone can utilize the same writing process and output different stories. writing for me is such an emotional release, another form of therapy, that using ai will never be able to provide me. i could never be inspired to continue writing by having the work done for me. my love for writing is tied to the emotions i’m able to pour into my stories. do i enjoy reading comments from you all, absolutely, because i’m a glutton for community despite having a crippling fear of being perceived.

however, that isn’t why i write. i don’t do it for likes, reblogs, or attention. i’m perfectly happy with 1 like, no reblogs, and three comments. i literally view every like and reblogs as a person in a room with me and anything over five truly gives me anxiety. i write because i love what it’s done for my mental health which has ultimately improved my overall health.

with all that being said, this is THE LAST TIME i’ll be addressing this topic because it stresses me out so much to think that there are people out in the world thinking that i’ve deceived them with my words. i wanted to share my fics in hopes that it would make people feel the emotions i feel when i wrote them. i wanted to see if anyone ever feels as intensely as i do about life, so overwhelmed with emotions and sensations that often leave you feeling like you’re insane. I DO NOT USE ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE TO WRITE. i very often maladaptive daydream (i learned the word for it earlier this year 😅), i can see entires stories playing out in front of me when i listen to music. i’ll look at a fork and suddenly have an idea for hoseok in a chef au where its rivals to love in a cooking school…from looking at a FORK 😂. that’s not to brag by any means, because i also suffer from insomnia due to not being able to turn off my brain. i struggle at work because i make stupid, unnecessary mistakes from not paying enough attention. i’ve forgotten to pay. my. light. bill. on time because i was on a writing bender.

i initially didn’t reach out to this account because i’m terrified of being doxxed and i’ve seen how malicious people can be on the internet across multiple platforms. i didn’t post anything on my page because i didn’t want to give the blog any attention. i believe people are 100% entitled to their own opinion. right, wrong, or indifferent, it’s not my job to try and make them see past their own beliefs if they don’t want to. then a few days ago is when i saw that they’d also taken screenshots of my story and used them as examples and that helped solidify my decision to reach out. i had the whole message typed up in my notes only to discover they deleted the account. so now i feel almost obligated to make a statement, because i don’t want the people who read my stories, and the writers that i admire, and am mutual with to look at those accusations and think they have any credibility.

if you choose to believe the accusations that is your right, all i ask is that you leave me alone. i don’t want to turn off my anonymous asks, because there’s so many people on this platform who feel more comfortable talking to content creators anonymously, and i don’t want to rob them of that ability on my page. however, i also know that anonymity is seen as a shield by miserable people who love to stir up drama. if you choose to believe that i use ai to write my fics then please, please, PLEASE block me and scroll away. i’ve discovered so many amazing bts and non-bts writer’s works that i love to read, and sooooo many amazing people who read and interact with my stories. but my mental health comes before any of that. i’ve been very open on this page about my long term battles with anxiety, depression, and suicidal ideation and i’m very protective of myself. it took me a long time to believe that i’m deserving of my life and the space i take up in the world and i refuse to let any of that hard work go to waste over being falsely accused and harassed on the internet.

this post isn’t a threat, a cry for help, or a play at garnering sympathy. i’m just tired feeling like i need to ‘defend myself’ against accusations i feel like are never gonna stop. believe what you want to believe, just don’t involve me because all i want to do is write my stories in peace 💜

You met Taehyung when you were fifteen. You remembered it as clear as day. You were in a bad mood having received a low score on your math exam. You could never understand the subject, it never made sense to you. You just wanted to go home and lock yourself in your room while you drown in your own self-pity. The big tub of vanilla ice cream that stood in your freezer had your name all over it.

“Namjoon! My ice cream better still be in the freezer! I swear I am not in the mood to deal with you right now, my day is going badly as is!” you shouted as you walked inside your house, shoving off your shoes clumsily. Your cheeks were tinted pink from the frosty weather. The cold weather made your bad mood worse.

Despite winter being your favorite season, today was way too cold and your mood wasn't the brightest. Your fingers reached up to grasp the fabric of your scarf, and you started pulling at it aggressively. An annoyed huff left your lips as you tried to untangle the mess.

“Namjoon!” you shouted again, eyes focused only on removing your scarf, and you didn't notice that there were other people beside your brother in the house. “Did you hear me? I—”

Oh.

Six unfamiliar pairs of eyes stared at you in surprise.

“Uh, Joon?” you squeaked out. Your fingers froze, still tangled with your scarf.

Your brother pinched his nose in exasperation before he flashed his friends an awkward grin, “Sorry, guys. This is my little sister, Y/N. Don't mind her, she's a little crazy in the head sometimes.”

“Yah!” you snapped. A deep chuckle broke through the chaos and your eyes were quick to glance over at the source.

You swore you had never seen such a beautiful man in your life before. He was the embodiment of your type. His beauty made you completely forget about the ridiculous math formulas and the low exam score you received.

You watched as he confidently stood up from the couch and extended his hand, “Hi, I'm Taehyung.”

Hi, I think you're the love of my life. You thought to yourself as you gawked at him.

Your eyes trailed to his outstretched hand, as if it were a foreign thing to you. Namjoon could see Taehyung’s face slowly falling as he realized you weren't reaching out to return his gesture.

Namjoon coughed loudly, breaking you out of your trance. You hurriedly grasped Taehyung’s hand and your knees almost buckled. You've never thought a human hand could fit so perfectly with yours. Your heart thumped faster as a boxy smile appeared on Taehyung’s face.

“Hi.” you breathed out. Taehyung’s smile grew wider and he squeezed your hand before letting it go.

Namjoon raised an eyebrow at your interaction but shrugged it off, “This is Jin and Yoongi hyung, Hoseok, Jimin, and Jungkook too.” As he listed their names, your eyes trailed over to each boy who gave you a small bow of their head or a smile.

“Hi. Nice to meet you guys.” you awkwardly stated. You nervously shifted in place before sticking your thumb toward the direction of your room. “I'm gonna go—I, yeah.”

You were quick to spin around and scamper away. Your ears picked up the familiar deep chuckle which caused your heart to skip a beat.

That night, you wrote a letter for the first time.

Dear Taehyung,

I think you're an angel who fell from heaven to thaw my frozen heart.

A few years passed, and your crush on Taehyung grew stronger. Out of the boys that Namjoon befriended, you were closest with the youngest three; Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung. That doesn't mean you weren't close with the others. You were just closer in age to the three.

No one knew of your crush except for Jimin. He immediately figured it out when he noticed your eyes seemed to always shine around Taehyung’s presence.

“You like him.” Jimin muttered with wide eyes, his gaze flickering back and forth between you and Taehyung.

You tensed up and choked out a nervous laugh, “What nonsense are you going on about now?”

“Oh, please.” Jimin rolled his eyes. “You can’t put up an act around me. I see right through you.”

“Jimin.” you sighed.

Jimin softened, “Y/N.”

“He can’t know.” Was all you said.

Jimin was quiet for a moment before he spoke, “Can you handle it? Bottling your feelings inside?”

You didn’t answer. Jimin sighed and leaned down to place his head on your shoulder.

Jungkook, on the other hand, was dense and never picked up the small signs. He couldn't even tell if someone liked him or not. Taehyung was similar in that way but he knew enough to pick up the signs when a girl was crushing on him. Yet, when it came to you, he was completely oblivious.

“Hey, are you going to the grad party tonight?” You glanced up from your laptop at the sound of a soft knock on your door. Your roommate, Sunni, had a hopeful look on her face. You weren't exactly a party person and preferred to stay in rather than go out. Sunni could see the distaste on your face already and was quick to blurt out, “Taehyung will be there.”

You gave her a wary stare, but Sunni didn't budge. She raised an eyebrow, “And so will Jimin and Jungkook, y'know our friends, your best friends? Look, it's Jimin and Taehyung’s senior year before they go out in the real world. Are you really going to skip out on their last hurrah?”

Your face fell at that. It was their last year. You and Jungkook were only in your second year so you still had some time before you would graduate.

“Fine, but only because it’s for Jimin and Tae,” you grumbled, which caused Sunni to squeal.

“Come on! We need to find you an outfit!” Sunni was quick to walk to your closet and rummage through your rack of clothes.

“Seriously?” You whined. “I just organized my closet.”

“Relax.” Sunni scoffed, “You’re acting as if I will make a complete mess. I’m a clean freak, you know that, but that’s beside the point. We need to find something sexy but cute.”

“I’m not trying to impress anyone, Sunni.” you snickered as you continued to type out your assignment for your English class.

“You should! You're beautiful, sexy, and smart!” Sunni exclaimed with wide eyes. “Anyone would be lucky to date you!”

You laughed at her statement, “Thanks, Sunni.”

“Now, put your assignment aside for the night.” Sunni grabbed a white lace halter top and a light blue jean skirt. A huge grin appeared on her face, “Because tonight, we're gonna party.”

You sighed fondly, a grin plastered on your face as well.

You needed to let loose tonight.

By the time you and Sunni finished getting ready, the time for the party to start was approaching. The two of you took Sunni’s car and drove to the location of the party. From what Sunni told you on the way there, it was a senior’s house that they recently bought with a couple of other people.

Sunni squealed as the two of you walked toward the entrance, “I'm so excited! You'll have a lot of fun, I promise!”

You merely laughed. You could only hope. Parties and you never mesh well together.

You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket and reached back to grab it. A smile appeared on your face seeing that it was a text from Jimin. You didn't tell anyone that you were going as you wanted it to be a surprise.

Jimin: you're here???

You: surprise!! where are you??

Jimin: fuck

You: ???

Jimin: stay by the front door, ill come get you

You: jimin you're scaring me

Jimin left you on read and didn't answer which caused you to furrow your eyebrows anxiously. Your heart was beating rapidly and you glanced up to try to find Jimin. You felt a little calmer when you saw a familiar blonde coming your way.

“Jimin!” you shouted over the loud music, your eyes flickering around his face. “What’s wrong?”

Jimin gave you a pitying look, “If I had known you were coming, I would've warned you.”

“What?” you muttered with knitted brows.

“Lina is here. With Taehyung.”

Oh.

Lina was Taehyung’s first girlfriend. The two had an on-and-off relationship since their freshman year. They would get into arguments, break up, and then get back together in a couple of weeks. Jimin didn't like her nor did the rest of the guys. They all believed Taehyung deserved better and Lina knew the hold she had on him so she would always come back to him because he would too.

“They're back together?” Was all you could bring yourself to say.

Jimin rolled his eyes and took a big sip of alcohol from his cup, “Don't get me started. It's complicated, according to Taehyung. He and I got into a small argument about it and he's ignoring me right now.”

“Tae? Ignoring you?” You gaped at him. Jimin gave you a sad smile and shrugged.

“Maybe you can smack some sense into him, Y/N.” Jimin sighed and his eyes softened, “He just, I don't know, he seems to only listen to you somehow.”

“Don't say that.” you mumbled as you rubbed your forehead.

Jimin shrugged, “It’s true, but anyways, no more of this nonsense. Let's go drink and celebrate me finally graduating.” he grabbed your hand and paused, “And find Jungkook. God knows where that kid is.”

You snorted.

As Jimin guided you through the huge crowd, you subconsciously searched for Taehyung. You believed what Jimin told you but you just wanted to see it for yourself.

Maybe this is your sign to finally move on from him.

You loved him since you were fifteen.

You couldn't do this to yourself anymore.

Just as you were about to step into the kitchen, your eyes met a familiar pair of warm brown eyes. Your breath hitched. Taehyung’s eyes slightly widened upon registering that you were actually there. You noticed he slightly tensed up which caused Lina, who was sitting on his lap, to lean toward him and whisper something.

You gave him a small smile and looked away before he could return it.

“Find me a strong drink, Jimin.”

Jimin glanced back and smirked, “You don't have to tell me twice.”

You and Jimin ventured further into the kitchen and the two of you finally made it to the nearby table where all the drinks were. Coincidentally, you found Jungkook there.

“Y/N!” Jungkook gasped. His eyes lit up in complete joy and he rushed to embrace you, “I thought you said you weren't coming?”

“Yeah, but Sunni managed to convince me.” You smiled and paused, taking a glance around the area, “Who—I don't know where she went.”

“I saw her with her little boyfriend, Jaemin.” Jimin took a sip from his cup. “I think she'll be fine.”

You sighed in relief. You knew she was in good hands at least.

“I could treat her better but whatever.” Jungkook rolled his eyes. He had a slight crush on Sunni but you knew Sunni wasn't really that interested and Jungkook knew that but he liked to joke around about it.

You snorted, “Sure, pal.”

“Thanks, best friend.” Jungkook sarcastically muttered. He turned around and grabbed an unopened can of beer. “Oh! Here. I know you don't like super-strong alcohol.”

“Thanks, Kook.” You gave him a genuine smile, “But, uh, I think I'd be down to drink some of that strong alcohol today.”

Jungkook’s jaw lightly dropped, “Who are you and what have you done to my Y/N?” he paused and frowned, “Wait, who's dying tonight? Who are we killing?” Jimin snorted and you snickered.

Your heart warmed. Jungkook was truly your best friend. “No one, doofus. I just want to let loose tonight.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow and glanced over at Jimin, who gave him a nod, “Hmmm. . . If you say so.” he passed you his cup, “Take mine. I'll grab a new one.”

“No—it's okay.” You shook your head but Jungkook didn't budge.

“Take the cup. I don't trust anyone here.”

“I agree.” Jimin clicked his tongue and pointed to the cup.

“You guys are too much.” You chuckled but they knew you didn't mean it.

“Yeah, love you too.” Jungkook grinned, “Okay, I'll be right back and we’ll party.”

“Are we going to get Tae?” you asked and Jungkook immediately rolled his eyes.

“Not if he's with her. I'm passing on that.”

Jimin slapped a hand on Jungkook’s shoulders, “It's nice having someone who understands.”

You sighed, “If she makes him happy, we should be happy for him.”

“Dude.” Jungkook deadpanned, “She’s literally the devil reincarnated. Taehyung experiences more sorrow than joy.”

Jimin cackled loudly at that. You opened your mouth to say something but found no words.

“Okay, be right back!” Jungkook turned and went to get a new drink.

“He needs to learn the hard way, Y/N.” Jimin told you once Jungkook was out of earshot.

You didn't answer, merely drowning some alcohol down.

You had a few drinks in you now and you knew you were most definitely buzzed. Your head pounded as you continued to dance with Jimin and Jungkook.

“Wait, guys.” You huffed and stopped in your tracks to hold your head. “I think I'm going to get some water. My head’s killing me.”

The two stopped and gave you a concerned look.

“I'll go with you.” Jimin didn't hesitate to offer but you shook your head and smiled.

“No, no. It's okay. I'll be back quickly.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, “You sure?”

“Yeah.” you nodded with a laugh. Jimin reluctantly let you go and you started to make your way through the crowd, muttering apologies as you passed by.

You finally reached the kitchen and grabbed a cold unopened water bottle from the cooler.

“Hey, you're Y/N, right?” You looked up to see a somewhat familiar guy. He looked decently handsome and you recognized him as one of your classmates.

“Oh, hey! Luke, right?”

Luke smiled, “Yeah! I didn't know you were a party type of person. You don't seem like one.”

“Ah.” you chuckled, “I know some of the seniors that this party is for and they're my best friends so I came out to celebrate with them.”

“That’s nice.” Luke grinned before his posture shifted into a more nervous stance, “Uh, this is really random and super out of the blue, but I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me? I think you're really cool.”

Oh wow. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. Luke was handsome but he wasn't really your type. He was quite far from it.

“Oh, I'm sorry.” You gave him a sympathetic smile, “I'm not really interested but you seem like a great guy.”

Almost immediately, Luke’s entire energy changed. His eyes grew dark and a snarky look appeared on his face.

“Whatever. You're not all that anyway.”

“What did you just say?” The two of you turned your heads to see Taehyung glaring harshly at Luke.

“Tae.” you were quick to say, standing up taller to hold him back from potentially throwing a punch.

“No.” Taehyung shook his head and stepped closer to you, his hand reached out to place his palm on your lower back. You tensed up at the touch and glanced up at him with wide eyes.

Taehyung’s eyes darkened as his glare remained on Luke, “I suggest you walk away before I do something I’ll regret.”

Luke scoffed. “What? Is she your girl or something?”

“Yeah.” Taehyung raised a stern brow, “So listen to what I said and walk the fuck away.” You froze.

What?

Luke rolled his eyes and scoffed again, mumbling incoherent phrases under his breath as he walked away.

You continued to stare at Taehyung in shock.

Taehyung quickly glanced down at you and his eyes softened. His brows furrowed in concern, “You okay? He didn't try anything right?”

“No,” you reassured him. “You—You didn't have to do that y'know.”

“I'll always protect you,” Taehyung stated with knitted eyebrows, confused as to why you would say such a thing. “You know that.”

“I know.” You closed your eyes for a brief moment, “I'm talking about me being your girl.”

Taehyung paused. His mouth opened and closed before a sigh left his lips, “It worked, didn't it?”

You pursed your lips, “Yeah, I guess.”

He noticed the water bottle in your hand and glanced back at your face, his eyes flickered around, “You drank a lot tonight, didn't you?” It wasn't really a question, but rather a statement because he knew the answer.

He knew you.

He always did.

“Want me to take you home?” Taehyung asked softly.

“What?” you muttered in disbelief.

“I'm kinda sick of the party already and you look tired. I can take you back to your apartment.” Taehyung shrugged.

You glanced over to the crowd of moving bodies and spotted Jimin and Jungkook who were a part of some dance train. Taehyung followed your stare and exhaled sharply.

“Go.” he nodded his head toward their direction, “Let them know. I can go start the car.” You gave him a hesitant look and he gave you a small smile, “I didn't drink tonight if that's what you're worried about. I wasn't in the mood.”

“Okay.” you sighed and Taehyung grinned. He tapped the tip of your nose before he left. Your heart raced. This was not good for you. So much for trying to move on.

You started to make your way back to Jimin and Jungkook. The two noticed you immediately and cheered.

“Hey!” Jungkook shouted, “What took so long?”

“Some guy hit on me.” you answered before trailing off, “And Taehyung rescued me.” Jimin and Jungkook shared a look.

“He's taking you home now, isn't he?” Jimin questioned and you only gave him a timid smile in response. Jimin sighed and pulled you into his arms, “Let me know when you're home then okay?”

Jungkook pouted and pulled you into a hug after Jimin released you, “Me too. If Taehyung does something, I don't care how long I've known him, I will fight him if something happens to you.”

You laughed. You did not doubt that Jungkook would actually do it.

“I will.” you smiled, “Bye.” The two shared their goodbyes, and you went to find Sunni to let her know you would be leaving too. You spotted her in one of the corners chatting with some people.

“Y/N!” Sunni squealed. She turned to her group, “Guys this is my cutie roommate, Y/N.” You gave her friends a small wave and smiled.

“I just wanted to let you know I'm leaving now,” you informed her, and she gave you a concerned look.

“You're taking an Uber?” Sunni asked.

“No, Tae’s taking me home.”

Sunni raised an eyebrow at that, “Hm. Okay, stay safe, I'll be home soon too.” You nodded and gave her a quick hug before leaving to find Taehyung.

You reached the entrance and grabbed your shoes, putting them on and exiting the party. You were quick to spot Taehyung who was leaning against his car and scrolling through his phone.

At the sound of your footsteps, he glanced up and gave you a grin, “Took you long enough. Did you say bye to everyone in that house? I didn't know you were so popular.”

You rolled your eyes and let out a mocking laugh, “Haha. So funny, but I did, so we can go now.”

Taehyung chuckled and opened the passenger door for you to get in. Your heart warmed at the stupid action. It's the bare minimum, Y/N. Snap out of it.

Once you were inside, Taehyung quickly made it over to the driver’s seat and began to drive out. You buckled your seatbelt as did he and you felt yourself slightly shiver.

“Cold?” Taehyung asked, reaching to adjust the air conditioner already.

“I'm okay, thanks,” you said. A few moments of silence passed before you decided to take a bold step, “So, I heard you're back with Lina?”

Taehyung sighed. His grip on the steering wheel tightened, “No. It's just—complicated.”

“Isn't it always?” you huffed softly which made him crack a smile.

“Well.” you decided to change the subject as it seemed like Taehyung didn't really want to talk about his situation with Lina, “You're graduating soon, what are you gonna do after?”

“I don't even know.” Taehyung laughed softly, “Maybe apply to work at some art museum. I've always loved art.”

“And you're also really good at creating art,” you interjected.

Taehyung glanced over at you and grinned. He turned back to the road and shook his head fondly. “You're too kind Y/N.”

“I’m serious!” you whined. “You should really sell your art. I know I would buy it!”

“You're just saying that because you already know me.”

“I would buy your art in a heartbeat even if you were a complete stranger to me.” you were quick to snap back. Taehyung peered back at you for a brief moment and smiled.

“What would I do without my biggest supporter, huh?”

“Probably not know how to survive in this chaotic world.” you joked.

Taehyung paused for a second before a soft smile grew on his face. He looked over at you and a breathy laugh left his lips, “Yeah. True. I wouldn't.”

You fell quiet. The sound that only you could hear was the thunderous pounding of your heart beating against your rib cage.

That night after Taehyung dropped you off at your apartment and made sure you had everything you needed. You wrote your sixth letter.

Dear Taehyung,

I told myself I would finally work on getting over you, but tonight, you just had to go and mess it all up for me. You set me back to square one. I'm scared.

Time flew by and now you were a senior. You still kept in contact with Jimin after he graduated but with Taehyung, you slowly lost contact with him. It hurt when it happened, but you realized maybe this was a blessing from the universe, it had given you a chance to finally move on.

“Hey! You ready?” The sound of Jungkook’s voice broke you from your thoughts. A huge smile grew on your face at the sight of him. His outfit mirrored yours, a red cap and gown, and his neck adorned with numerous medals and cords.

“Hey, fellow grad.” you laughed. Jungkook chuckled and rolled his eyes playfully. “Yeah, I'm ready. We're starting soon?”

“Yeah. So get your valedictorian ass up on that stage already.” Jungkook clicked his tongue, nodding his head toward the stage.

“Says you salutatorian.” You snorted and linked your arms with his.

Jungkook scoffed and nudged you, “Can't believe you beat my ass by one point.”

You stuck your tongue out at him which caused him to nudge you a little harder. You laughed loudly and the two of you made it onto the stage. You both took your seats as the president of your university walked up to the podium.

You glanced out in the crowd, taking in the faces of your fellow peers and friends. A smile appeared on your face when you spotted Sunni in the crowd. The girl gave you a wink that made you let out a quiet chuckle.

You hear the president introducing Jungkook as salutatorian which signaled that he would go up to present his speech.

“Wish me luck.” Jungkook whispered and you gave him a bright grin and two thumbs up.

“You got this. Make me proud, Kook.”

Jungkook chuckled and walked up to the podium. His speech almost made you cry but you held it in. You couldn't cry right before you would present your own speech.

“And finally, my greatest gratitude goes to my ride or die, Y/N L/N. Without her, I genuinely would've not survived these past four years. She's my confidant and best friend. She pushed me to be the best version of myself and I'm so thankful that I have someone like her in my life. So, Y/N, valedictorian of this wonderful class, it's your turn to be the tearjerker.” The crowd laughed loudly and you giggled as you stood up to walk to the podium.

You pulled Jungkook into a tight hug and Jungkook gripped you tighter. You rubbed his back and whispered, “Love you.”

“Love you more.” he whispered back before the two of you pulled apart. His eyes were glistening with tears and you cooed which made him scoff. You laughed before taking his spot at the podium.

You sighed deeply into the microphone before a smile appeared on your face, “Good morning, faculty and students. Today is the day. The day we all close our books and write a new one. It's definitely scary to step into a chaotic world without knowing what is actually waiting out there for us but I know how all of you are. You're strong, bright, and determined. You’re all hard workers and today is proof of that.”

Your eyes flickered around the crowd and you noticed your parents beaming with pride. Namjoon was right beside them, tears visible in his eyes and you almost wanted to burst out laughing. He swore he wouldn't cry and yet here he was, not keeping his word. You notice the boys standing with him too. Yoongi, Jin, Hobi, and Jimin. Your heart cracked at the sight of no Taehyung. Maybe he's late.

He promised he would come to your graduation.

“When you graduate, I'll make sure to be the loudest there.” Taehyung placed his pinky out in front of you.

“Really?” you snickered and raised an inquisitive brow.

Taehyung grinned widely, “Scout’s honor.”

You laughed and intertwined your pinky with his. Taehyung's smile grew wider and he tapped your nose with his pointer finger causing your heart to warm.

You cleared your throat and focused back on the crowd of students in front of you. You inhaled sharply before continuing your speech, “In life, there are things and people you must keep and let go of. To those who stood with you through thick and thin, never scared to go against the odds that were against you, keep them. People like them are very hard to come by.” The crowd laughed in agreement. You cracked a smile.

“And sometimes you have to let go of those who mattered most even when it's the complete opposite of what you want. I want you to know that it's okay. It's a part of the cycle. Continue on and bloom. You live only once and you must make the most of it. You can't be the reason or let anyone be the reason why you're held back from greatness. So when you leave today, choose yourself. Choose happiness, choose love, and choose to do what makes you happy. It's okay to be selfish so live for yourself.” The auditorium erupted in claps and cheers and you swore you could hear a loud sniffle behind you. You immediately knew it was Jungkook.

“And I want you to know that you’ll always have a friend in me. You call, I run. So my fellow graduates, today we cheer for us and for our beautiful futures. Congratulations, you finished the first half of your journey. Keep soaring.” You smiled brightly and everyone in the audience stood up and cheered deafeningly.

The top ten of your class were first to walk the stage which included you and Jungkook. Then one by one, every student walked across the stage with their degree. After the president of your university shared his farewells and thanks, the students dispersed to their respective families.

“My baby!” your mother cried out as she rushed toward you. You groaned affectionately when she reached up to cup your cheeks. “I'm so proud of you!”

“Thank you, Mom.” You laughed.

Your dad sniffed and wiped a tear that fell down his face. “I can't believe how grown you are now.”

“Yeah, can you go back to that kid who would always trail after me?” Namjoon walked up to you with a tearful smile and you scoffed. He pulled you into a tight hug which made you let out an ‘oof’ sound. “I'm serious. Can you go back?”

“Love you too, Joon.” You patted his back and he sniffled on your shoulders which caused you to snort. The two of you pulled away and Jin walked up to you with a proud smile.

“Congrats, Y/Nie!” Jin cheered and he pinched your cheeks.

“Jin!” You whined and rubbed your face. Jin snickered at your reaction.

“Congratulations, Y/N.” Yoongi smiled and you beamed.

“Thanks, Yoongi!”

“Congrats! I got you this flower lei!” Hobi sent you a heart-shaped smile. You gasped and bent your head down slightly so he could place the lei around your neck.

“It's so beautiful! Thanks, Hobi!”

“Where’s my lei at?” You hear Jungkook let out a scandalized gasp from behind you.

“Jungkookie! Congrats, sweetie!” your mom cheered as she gushed over him. Jungkook’s cheeks burned red and he grew bashful.

“Ah, thank you, Auntie.” Jungkook gave her a soft smile.

Your dad slapped a hand on his shoulders and gave him a grin, “Congrats, kid.” Jungkook beamed and thanked him as well. Everyone followed in congratulating him and you chuckled at the sight.

“There's my favorite girl.” You turned to see Jimin beaming at you happily. You squealed and rushed to hug him.

“I missed you so much,” you muttered into his shoulders. Jimin chuckled and squeezed you tightly.

“I missed you more.”

“Taehyung?” you whispered so that only you and Jimin could hear. He gave you a sad smile and shook his head.

Your face fell, “He’s really not here?”

“I’m sorry, Y/Nie.” Jimin mumbled sadly.

Your heart dropped to your stomach. You thought he was probably just late but to know that he just never attended broke you.

“It’s okay.” You gave him a light smile. “I’m just happy you were able to come. I know how busy you've been with work and traveling.”

Jimin blew out a breath and shook his head, “I love my job but it is so exhausting with the constant business meetings.” You laughed at that.

“So, Y/Nie.” Jin wrapped his arm around your shoulders and you turned to see that everyone was surrounding you and Jimin. “I heard you're moving abroad?”

Your dad grinned at that, pride was clear on his face, “Y/N here got a really big offer to manage this art museum in Paris. I think it's called the Louvre.”

“You're moving to Paris?” Jungkook gaped at you in shock and you winced, “And working at the Louvre?”

“Surprise?” you sheepishly said. Your mom slapped your dad on the arm which caused a guilty look to appear on his face. “I was going to reveal it at our celebration party but Dad here got too excited.”

“Hey! I'm a proud father, okay?” your dad defended himself. Everyone laughed.

“I know I don't say it a lot, but I'm really proud of you, Y/N.” Namjoon smiled, his dimples poking from his cheeks.

You pouted and you felt yourself tear up. “Don't say that, I'm going to cry now.”

Namjoon laughed loudly and pulled you into an embrace.

“Okay, let's go party now please!” Jungkook pleaded and you rolled your eyes with a snort.

“Yeah, let's go.”

You were all back at your family’s house and it was surrounded by family and friends. You spent a lot of time mingling but you needed a breather. So you were currently sitting on the balcony from your room.

“Y/N?” You turned to see Jimin at the entrance of your room. He smiled at you, “Thought I’d find you here. Can I come in?”

You gave him a small grin and nod. You turned back to stare out at the night sky and sighed. You felt Jimin taking a seat beside you. The sound of the breeze and the chittering of insects was heard through the peaceful silence.

“He tried to come.” Jimin muttered.

You swallowed, “What happened?”

“Lina.”

You scoffed.

“They're back together? Again?”

“I don't know.” Jimin breathed out.

You took a large sip from your cup and rubbed your eyes, “I’m tired, Jimin.”

“I know.” he whispered.

“I can't keep going on like this.”

“Then why do you?”

A shaky sigh left your lips, “Because somewhere inside of me, I believe that maybe there is a chance. Maybe everything he's done for me was because it was in his interest in me. Why would he pretend that I was his girl that one night? Why is he always the first one to my rescue when I need saving? Why, Jimin, why?”

“I don't know why,” Jimin answered softly. “But what I know is that a few months after our graduation, he stopped trying to stay in contact with you.”

You got quiet and you turned to face him, "How do you know that?”

He cracked a sad smile, “Because he always asks me how you are.” You froze. “And whenever I ask why can't he ask you himself, he gets quiet.”

Your breath hitched and you felt your eyes sting with tears. You were quick to glance away from Jimin and stare back out at the sky. The moon seemed to shine brighter all of a sudden.

“What happened to you two?” Jimin asked quietly.

A few moments of silence passed.

“We grew up,” you answered. “I grew up. I think I stopped trying.”

Jimin hummed. “I’m proud of you. Really.”

You cracked a smile at that.

“Will you ever give him your letters?” Jimin questioned faintly.

You were quiet for a while. Your letters were sacred to you. It contained every honest and raw feeling you had for Taehyung. Maybe this whole time you could never move on was because you still held on to those letters. Maybe the key was to let them go. If you give it to him, you'll finally move on.

You turned to Jimin, “I think I will.” Jimin gave you a surprise look, “I think I will finally be able to let go of him if I do it.”

“Besides, I won't have to face him any time soon.”

Jimin looked at you confused now.

You sighed, “I leave tomorrow. First thing in the morning.”

Jimin’s eyes widened, “Y/N.”

“I know.” you exhaled sharply. “But this is what I worked for my whole life. This is it.”

“Everyone knows?” Jimin asked.

“Only my parents and Joon right now. I plan to tell the others later when I go back down.” You replied.

The sound of Namjoon yelling Jimin’s name from downstairs was heard which caused the two of you to look toward your bedroom door.

“Someone’s being called.” you snickered.

Jimin sighed and chuckled lightly. He got up from his seat and gave you a reassuring smile. “I’m here for you through everything, okay?”

You smiled back and nodded, “Thanks.”

Jimin winked and turned to leave but stopped when you called out to him.

“Hey, Jimin?” He gave you a confused look. “Do you think you can give the letters to Tae?” his eyes softened and he nodded.

“Yeah, I can do that.”

“Thank you.” you breathed. Jimin gave you one last smile before leaving.

You felt your phone vibrate and you saw that it was a text from Taehyung. Your heart dropped. The two of you hadn’t texted in months.

Taehyung: i’m sorry i wasn’t at your graduation, i tried really hard to. congratulations y/n, i’m proud of you :)

A lump formed in your throat and you felt your eyes well up with tears. You decided to ignore his text and face the night sky again.

That night, you wrote your goodbye to Taehyung.

Taehyung,

I graduated today and you weren't there. I read your text and I chose to ignore it.. I think if I answered I would’ve lost all the progress I made. I think this is for the best anyway. I spent the better half of my teenage years in love with you and that journey taught me a lot. You taught me a lot. Even though we don't talk anymore, you're still one of the most important people in my life.

Goodbye Taehyung,

I'll always love you.

It was the next day, and you had to leave for your job now. Everyone was at the airport, teary-eyed but filled with happiness. You took in everyone’s faces and pouted.

“I'm going to miss you all so much.” you cried and rushed to try and hug everyone. Your mother cooed and caressed your hair as she tried to calm you down but it didn't really help. Your sobs were muffled against Namjoon's shoulders and you could hear that he was crying too. You pulled back, eyes brimming with tears.

“Okay, no more tears please.” Jungkook sniffled. He used the end of his sleeve to wipe any stray tears and gave you a sad frown, “I’m mad that you're leaving me but happy for you because you're achieving your dreams.”

You laughed tearfully and pulled the taller man into a hug. He was quick to squeeze you tightly.

One by one, you hugged everyone one last time. Namjoon sported a proud grin but his red eyes gave away his true emotions which made your heart break. He was your big brother and seeing your little sister leaving wasn't easy. Jin, and surprisingly, Yoongi looked about the same as Namjoon. Hobi was a complete mess, sniffling into his tissue every now and then. Jimin looked like he was about to break down but he held it in pretty well.

You hugged Jimin last and the blonde man made sure to hold you tighter and longer. When you pulled back, you handed him a stack of sealed letters that were tied with a red string. Jimin immediately recognized what they were and gave you a sad smile.

“Thank you.” Your voice cracked.

“Of course.” Jimin muttered back before hugging you again. You breathed out a shaky sigh and squeezed him.

The two of you broke apart and you gave everyone a small smile before slowly departing. Once your back was turned toward them, your heart grew heavier.

This will be good for you. This is what you need.

Jimin hasn't seen Taehyung in a while. The two of them were quite busy, Jimin with the numerous meetings with different businessmen and Taehyung being the head of managing a renowned art museum.

The two were still close but not as much as they were in college, especially now that Taehyung was back together with Lina. They rarely ever talk now.

For you though, Jimin had to break the silence. He had to. It was for your own well-being. You deserved better and he wanted to make sure you would.

Jimin was in front of Taehyung’s apartment door and with a sigh, he knocked. A few minutes went by before the door opened. Taehyung’s eyebrows rose in surprise at the sight of Jimin.

“Jimin.” Taehyung breathed out. “Hi! Uh—come in.” he stepped aside for the blonde to walk in and Jimin gave him a tight-lipped smile as he stepped inside.

“Lina’s not here is she?” Jimin cleared his throat.

Taehyung inhaled sharply and shook his head, “No. It’s over between us.”

“Really?” Jimin sarcastically laughed. His eyes were dark with anger, “You sure? Because I’ve heard that phrase a million times now.”

Taehyung sighed and clenched his jaw, “I’m serious. It’s over.”

“You missed her graduation.” Jimin snapped.

“I know.” Taehyung retorted harshly. He closed his eyes for a brief moment and rubbed his face, “I’ve been beating myself over it since last night, okay? Lina completely fucked me over and I couldn't get out of the plans she made because it was a done deal. I got even more pissed finding out that she purposely made the plans on Y/N and Jungkook’s graduation so I would miss it.”

Jimin’s lips parted in shock. His eyes softened and any fury in his body vanished.

“What are you doing here anyway?” Taehyung muttered tiredly, “We haven't talked in forever and I know it's awkward between us right now.”

“Y/N.” Jimin answered.

Taehyung froze.

“What about her?” Taehyung muttered softly. His voice dropped to that particular tone that he always spoke in whenever he talked about you.

Jimin didn't respond. He merely grabbed something from his back pocket and handed it to Taehyung.

Taehyung’s eyebrows furrowed together at the stack of letters in Jimin’s hands. He hesitantly reached out to grab it and his heart dropped at the familiar handwriting.

Taehyung. His name was written in a beautiful elegant cursive. He knew this was you.

“What is this?” Taehyung choked out.

“Just—” Jimin sighed, “Just read it.”

Taehyung swallowed harshly before he slowly opened the first letter on top of the stack. A neatly folded paper was in the envelope and he gradually unfolded it.

His eyes trailed over the words.

May 3rd, 2012.

That was the day you two met.

Dear Taehyung,

I think you're an angel who fell from heaven to thaw my frozen heart.

Taehyung’s breath hitched.

His eyes frantically read the words over and over again.

He moved to the next letter.

Dear Taehyung,

Is this love? I think it is. I always hear the birds singing louder whenever you're near. Maybe I'm just crazy, but maybe I'm not. Because I swear every time you smile at me, my heart jumps into the shape of your smile.

Taehyung’s eyes started to burn.

Dear Taehyung,

You're the only person who doesn't make me feel like I'm alone. I love Jimin and Jungkook but sometimes I don't think they understand me. Thank you for being that person for me. I don't know what I would do without you. I'm scared, Taehyung. I think I'm falling harder.

A shaky breath left Taehyung’s lips and he felt like his knees were about to buckle.

Dear Taehyung,

Today was the worst and best day ever for me. I hated going on the roller coasters but your encouragement pushed me not to be scared. You made today fun. You always knew how to make me feel better, and that still scares me. I don't think I can ever shake you out of my system.

Taehyung let out a choked cry as his knees started to quiver. Jimin started to tear up at the distraught sight of him.

Dear Taehyung,

You left for college today. I cried two times after you and Jimin said goodbye. I hope college treats you well. I know you will do amazing things and I can't wait to hear about them. Remember that I'll always be in your corner! Fighting!

Taehyung felt himself drop to the floor. A trembling whimper left him as he read the next letter.

Dear Taehyung,

I told myself I would finally work on getting over you, but tonight, you just had to go and mess it all up for me. You set me back to square one. I'm scared.

The hole in Taehyung’s chest grew. His vision started to get blurry as he continued to read.

Dear Taehyung,

I think I am completely and irrevocably in love with you. Every time you laugh, my heart turns into a mess. Every time you tap my nose, my heart decides it's only you. I'm really scared now. What should I do, Taehyung? You've wrecked me entirely.

A stifled sob escaped Taehyung. His head hurts now and his heart burns.

Dear Taehyung,

It's been a few months since you graduated now and I miss you. A lot. You're a big manager at your dream art museum now and I couldn't be more happier for you! I still think you should sell your art and I hope you do one day! Maybe, I'll work at the Louvre and your art will be displayed!

A few tears fell onto the next letter and Taehyung felt his heart drop at the first few words.

Dear Taehyung,

My graduation is coming up and I'm valedictorian. Jungkook is super salty over it but I hope you're proud of me! We haven't talked in months now and I tried keeping in contact but I guess our lives just got too busy. I miss when we were careless kids laughing over stupid things. I got a job offer at the Louvre too! Crazy, right?! It was a big surprise for me but I'm super happy! I hope to see you at my graduation and tell you all about it! Love you. Miss you.

Taehyung leaned back against his couch and let out a shaky breath. His hand came up to wipe away his tears.

Taehyung,

I graduated today and you weren't there. I read your text and I chose to ignore it.. I think if I answered I would’ve lost all the progress I made. I think this is for the best anyway. I spent the better half of my teenage years in love with you and that journey taught me a lot. You taught me a lot. Even though we don't talk anymore, you're still one of the most important people in my life.

Goodbye Taehyung,

I'll always love you.

This was the last letter and Taehyung knew this was it. He noticed there was no ‘Dear’. You had let him go. Taehyung grasped at his chest and cried. Jimin, who stood watching him, quietly sniffled, his heart clenching in pain for his friend.

“She kept looking for you at her graduation.” Jimin revealed gently.

That didn't help Taehyung at all, it only caused him to cry harder. He glanced up at Jimin with swollen eyes, “Where is she?”

Jimin was quiet.

Taehyung grew anxious. He felt his eyes sting, “Jimin. Where is she?”

“She’s gone, Tae.” Jimin quietly replied, “She left for Paris.”

Taehyung felt his whole world collapse.

You were right there in front of him this whole time and he was so blind.

You were gone.

Jungkook shifted in the blanket between your legs, ears twitching restlessly. He hadn’t settled since you left the apartment. Not after the messages. Not after the way your phone had vibrated like it carried bad news in its bones.

“It’s just a check,” you whispered, though your voice lacked conviction. “That’s all.”

You didn’t know who you were trying to convince.

You gathered the blanket around Jungkook more securely and stepped out of the car, eyes automatically scanning the street. Empty. Quiet. Too quiet, but no figures lurking, no unfamiliar vehicles idling nearby.

You approached the door and entered the code the shelter specialist had texted you earlier.

The lock clicked, and the door slid open.

Inside, the air was warmer. Softer. It smelled faintly of antiseptic and something floral — lavender, maybe. The lights were low and yellow instead of blinding white, and the floor beneath your shoes had a slight give to it, padded rather than tiled.

Jungkook shifted again, peeking out from the blanket.

“It’s okay,” you murmured. “See? Not scary.”

A woman stepped out from behind a frosted glass panel. She looked older than you expected — calm, composed, hair pulled back neatly, eyes sharp behind thin glasses.

“You must be Ms L/N,” she said quietly. “I’m Dr. Min.”

You nodded. “Yes. Thank you for… for fitting us in.”

Her gaze flicked briefly to the bundle in your arms, assessing without intruding. “Of course. Let’s head to Room Three.”

She led you down a short hallway and into a room that looked more like a small lounge than a medical space. There was a couch, soft mats on the floor, a heat lamp in one corner, and medical equipment tucked discreetly behind sliding panels.

The door closed behind you with a soft hiss.

Dr. Min turned, her expression serious now. “Tell me what’s been happening.”

You took a breath.

You told her everything — the shelter’s call, the flagged adoption record, the mention of an ownership search. You told her about the scar you’d noticed at the base of Jungkook’s neck. About the messages you’d received from an unknown number.

You did not tell her you were brave.

You were not.

Your hands shook as you spoke, voice faltering more than once. You were a lawyer in the Association, you understood how important and dangerous such cases can be. Hell, you’ve even done cases like this yourself for work. And yet, you felt like you didn't know how to approach this situation. 

Dr. Min listened without interrupting.

When you finished, she exhaled slowly. “You did the right thing bringing him here.”

Jungkook shifted at the sound of her voice, pressing closer to you.

Dr. Min crouched — not directly in front of him, but slightly to the side, keeping her profile non-threatening.

“Jungkook,” she said gently. “I need to check something on you. I won’t hurt you. But I need your permission.”

He stared at her.

Then he looked at you.

Your chest tightened painfully.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to,” you said softly. “But if there’s something under your skin… it could hurt you later.”

Jungkook hesitated.

Then he leaned into your leg.

Your breath caught.

Dr. Min nodded once. “Thank you.”

She activated a small handheld scanner and held it a few inches from the back of Jungkook’s neck. The device hummed quietly.

Then it beeped.

Once.

Twice.

Dr. Min’s face hardened.

“There it is,” she said quietly.

Your stomach dropped. “It’s… real?”

“Yes,” she confirmed. “A subdermal tracker. Old model. Illegal.”

Your hands curled into fists without you realising.

“How long has it been there?” you asked.

Dr. Min checked the display. “Several years. Implanted when he was much younger.”

You felt sick.

Jungkook made a small, distressed sound and burrowed deeper into the blanket.

You tightened your hold around him. “Hey. I’ve got you.”

Dr. Min straightened. “I need to be clear with you. I can’t remove this today.”

Your heart skipped. “Why not?”

“Removal requires a proper surgical suite and sedation,” she explained. “Rushing it could cause unnecessary trauma. And given the circumstances…” She paused. “There’s a chance someone is already trying to locate him.”

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, as if summoned.

You didn’t check it.

“So what do we do?” you asked, panic creeping into your voice.

Dr. Min studied you carefully. “Are you affiliated with the Hybrid Association? Legally, professionally?”

You nodded your head quickly. “Yes… I work in thr legal department. I adopted him because—” Your voice cracked. “Because he needed someone.”

Something softened in her gaze.

“Alright,” she said. “Then we proceed carefully.”

She explained slowly, deliberately. About shielding. About moving him as little as possible. About avoiding predictable routines. About bringing him back in two days for removal under safer conditions.

“This shouldn’t be happening,” you whispered, more to yourself than anyone else. “I didn’t sign up for this.”

“No one ever does,” Dr. Min said quietly.

Your phone buzzed again.

This time, you checked.

Unknown number:You shouldn’t have taken him.

Your breath left you in a rush.

Dr. Min noticed your reaction immediately. “What is it?”

“They know,” you said hoarsely. “They know I have him.”

Jungkook startled at the change in your breathing, trembling in your arms.

Dr. Min moved quickly. “We need to get you out of here. Now.”

“What?” You blinked. “I thought this place was—”

“It is safe,” she said. “But not if someone is actively watching for movement.”

She ushered you toward a side door. “Back exit. No cameras. Go straight home. Do not stop anywhere.”

Your heart hammered.

As you stepped into the cold alley behind the clinic, another message came through.

Unknown number:Bring him back. This doesn’t have to get ugly.

Your hands shook so badly you almost dropped your phone.

You hugged Jungkook closer, his ears flattened against his head.

“No,” you whispered fiercely, though no one was there to hear you. “No.”

Dr. Min pressed a small card into your hand. “My direct number. If anything feels wrong, you call me. Even if it’s midnight.”

“Thank you,” you breathed.

You didn’t know how you made it back to the car. Everything felt surreal, like you were watching yourself from a distance — buckling him in between your legs again, checking mirrors too many times, driving faster than usual but not enough to draw attention.

The city lights blurred past.

Jungkook stayed unnaturally still, like he was bracing for something.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered to him. “I thought… I thought I could just give you a home.”

His small paws pressed against your sweater, gripping tightly.

The grip said everything he couldn’t.

Back in your apartment, you locked the door, double-checked it, then slid down against it, Jungkook still clutched to your chest.

You laughed weakly, tears burning your eyes. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Jungkook shifted, lifting his head to look at you.

Slowly, carefully, he pressed his forehead against your chin.

A small, steady weight.

Trust.

Your breath hitched.

“I won’t give you back,” you said, voice trembling but resolute. “I don’t care who they are. I don’t care what they threaten.”

He burrowed into your collarbone.

And in that moment, you understood something with terrifying clarity:

You weren’t equipped for this.

You weren’t powerful.

You weren’t trained.

But you were all he had.

And if protecting Jungkook meant stepping into a world far bigger and darker for yourself as a different party than your quiet office life that helps others —

Then you would learn.

But your mind would not let go of the image from the store.

The wolf hybrid.

The way his gaze had flicked to the carrier. The way Jungkook had gone so still you thought he’d stopped breathing.

It hadn’t been the fear of a stranger.

It had been the fear of a type.

Or worse — the fear of someone he recognised.

You had barely managed to get your groceries and supplies put away when your phone buzzed.

A blocked number.

You frowned. You almost ignored it.

Almost.

Then your lawyer instincts whispered: Don’t.

You answered. “Hello?”

“Ms L/N Y/N?” a female voice asked, brisk but not unkind.

“Yes.”

“This is Jung Haneul from Homes for Springs.”

Your spine straightened. “Hi. Is everything alright?”

“We have a standard post-adoption check-in,” she said. “It’s earlier than usual, so I wanted to call personally.”

Earlier.

That word dug under your skin.

“Earlier because…?” you asked carefully.

There was a pause, as if she was measuring what she could say over the phone.

Then, “Because Jungkook’s file was flagged.”

Your stomach dropped. “Flagged for what?”

“Not for you,” she corrected quickly. “For him.”

You pressed a hand to the countertop. “Okay. What does that mean?”

“It means someone in the system accessed his adoption record within the last twenty-four hours.”

Your blood chilled.

“Who?”

Haneul exhaled softly. “That’s the problem. It wasn’t one of ours.”

You stared at the wall like it might give you answers. “How is that possible?”

“We’re investigating,” she said. Then her voice lowered. “Ms L/N, I need you to listen carefully. Jungkook was classified as ‘special handling’ before he was transferred to us.”

Your grip tightened. “Transferred from where?”

Another pause.

Then, “A private facility.”

The words turned your mouth dry.

Private facility. Not shelter. Not rescue. Not rehabilitation.

The kind of place you fought against in court.

The kind of place with names buried under corporate layers and “donations” and “research grants.” Places that called hybrids specimens and assets instead of beings.

Your pulse hammered.

“What kind of private facility?” you forced out.

Haneul’s voice went even quieter. “We were told it was medical. But the paperwork was inconsistent. That’s why he ended up here instead of being adopted through the usual channels.”

Your throat tightened. “So you didn’t know what he went through.”

“No,” she admitted. “And he wouldn’t speak. Even with specialists. Even with calming support. He refused human form for weeks. He refused food from hands. He refused anyone near his ears.”

Your thoughts flashed back to yesterday — the way he had flinched at your lock clicking. The way he’d looked guilty after drinking water.

Your chest ached like something was squeezing it.

“What do you need from me?” you asked, voice steadier than you felt.

Haneul hesitated. “First, how is he? Has he eaten? Has he shown any aggression? Any biting? Excessive fear responses?”

“He’s scared,” you said honestly. “But he’s eating. He’s… learning.”

A soft exhale on the other end. Relief.

“Good,” Haneul said. “Second — and this is the important part — do not bring him outside unnecessarily for the next week.”

Your heart sank. “Because someone might—?”

“Yes,” she said bluntly. “If his record was accessed, there’s a possibility someone is looking for him.”

You closed your eyes.

The wolf hybrid at the store.

Your stomach churned.

Haneul continued, “If you see anyone unusual, any strangers lingering, any vehicles following you, you contact the shelter and the Hybrid Association hotline immediately.”

You swallowed. “I work for the Association.”

Haneul paused. “Then you know how serious this is.”

You did.

Too well.

“Send me everything you can,” you said, voice hardening. “His file, the transfer papers, everything you said was inconsistent.”

“I can’t send full documents due to confidentiality,” Haneul said carefully. “But I can send summaries and the flagged access report. Also—”

You held your breath.

“There’s something else,” she said. “The flagged access came with a search query.”

Your stomach turned. “What query?”

Haneul’s voice dropped. “It was looking for ownership tags.”

Your blood went cold.

Ownership tags were illegal in your district.

But illegal didn’t mean nonexistent. It meant hidden.

It meant someone had once marked him.

“Ms L/N,” Haneul said, firm now. “Is Jungkook wearing anything from the shelter? Collar, tag, band—?”

“No.” Your voice came out strained. “He’s not wearing anything.”

“Good,” she said, relief sharp. “Keep it that way. If he has any microtag or subdermal marker, do not attempt removal yourself. Bring him to an approved clinic.”

“I understand.”

Haneul hesitated again. “And Ms L/N… please don’t blame yourself. You did the right thing adopting him. You got him out.”

You swallowed hard. “I’ll keep him safe.”

“I know,” she said softly. “That’s why I called.”

The line clicked off.

You stood there in silence, phone still pressed to your ear, heartbeat loud in your skull.

Then you slowly lowered the phone.

And turned your head toward the hallway.

Jungkook’s door was cracked open.

A sliver.

Just enough to show one white ear peeking out.

He had heard.

Of course he had heard. Hybrids had better hearing than humans ever wanted to acknowledge.

You kept your voice gentle. “Jungkook… I’m not mad. Okay?”

The ear flicked.

You stepped closer, stopping a safe distance away. “You’re not in trouble. No one is taking you back.”

Silence.

Then the door opened a fraction more.

Two big eyes stared at you from the darkness.

Your chest tightened painfully at the way they looked.

Not just scared.

Ashamed.

As if being wanted by the wrong people was somehow his fault.

You crouched down slowly.

“I’m going to ask you something,” you whispered. “And you don’t have to answer with words. You can just… show me, okay?”

Jungkook didn’t move.

“Yesterday,” you continued, carefully, “at the store… you saw someone.”

His ears flattened.

Your heart clenched.

“That person made you scared,” you said. “Not normal scared. The kind of scared that comes from memory.”

Jungkook’s body trembled — a tiny, barely visible shake.

You kept your tone steady, as calm as you sounded in court when you were trying to keep a victim from breaking.

“Were you taken from somewhere, Jungkook?” you asked softly. “Somewhere bad?”

For a long moment, he didn’t move.

Then he did something that made your breath catch.

He lifted his paw… and tapped the floor once.

Yes.

Your stomach twisted.

You swallowed hard. “Did they hurt you?”

He froze.

Then his paw tapped again.

Yes.

Your vision blurred for a moment.

You blinked hard, forcing yourself not to cry in front of him — not because tears were bad, but because you didn’t want him to think he had to comfort you.

“Okay,” you whispered, voice rough. “Okay… thank you for telling me.”

Jungkook stared at you like he was waiting for punishment.

You shook your head immediately. “No,” you said firmly. “No. Not you. Not ever.”

His eyes widened slightly.

You took a careful breath. “Do you have something on you? Something they used to track you? A tag? A marker?”

Jungkook’s ears twitched.

Then slowly, he shifted his body.

Turned.

And with clumsy bunny movement, he lowered his head and pushed his fur aside near the base of his neck.

You froze.

Because for a second you saw it — not clearly, but enough.

A faint line.

A small scar.

Old.

He looked back at you, eyes glossy.

Your throat went tight. “Did they put something under your skin?”

Jungkook didn’t tap yes this time.

He just stared.

And that was answer enough.

You forced yourself to stay calm. “Okay. We’re going to the clinic.”

His whole body stiffened.

“No,” you said quickly. “Not like before. Not cages. Not straps. It’s a safe clinic. Approved. They help hybrids. They won’t hurt you.”

Jungkook’s breath came faster.

You reached out slowly, palm up. “Come here. Please.”

He hesitated, then hopped forward — just a little — enough for his nose to touch your fingers.

You stroked gently between his eyes, then down the base of his ears.

He trembled but didn’t retreat.

“You’re so brave,” you whispered, and the words slipped out before you could stop them.

Jungkook’s ears twitched like he didn’t understand how that could be true.

You swallowed. “I’m going to make a call, alright? You stay here. I’ll be right back.”

You stood slowly, keeping your movements gentle, and walked back to the kitchen.

Then you dialled a number you hadn’t used in months.

A clinic contact.

A favour you’d earned the hard way.

The call picked up almost immediately.

“Dr Min’s office.”

“This is L/N Y/N,” you said, voice crisp. “Hybrid Association. I need an urgent scan for possible subdermal marker removal. Prey hybrid. Rabbit.”

A beat.

Then the nurse’s voice changed. “Understood. Are they in immediate danger?”

“Yes,” you said simply.

“Come in within the hour,” she said. “Use the back entrance. Less attention.”

“Thank you.”

You ended the call, hands shaking slightly.

When you turned back toward the hallway, Jungkook was no longer in his doorway.

Your heart stopped.

“Jungkook?” you called softly, instantly scanning the apartment.

No response.

A cold dread crawled up your spine.

You moved down the hall quickly, checking your bedroom, the bathroom—

Nothing.

Then you noticed the front door.

The lock was still engaged.

He couldn’t have left.

You exhaled shakily.

Then you spotted movement in the living room.

Jungkook was under the coffee table again — but not curled in his towel nest.

He had dragged his shelter blanket and made a tight burrow.

A bunker.

Like he was preparing for a siege.

Your chest ached.

You crouched near the table, keeping space. “Hey… I’m here.”

His eyes glimmered from the shadows.

You softened your voice. “We have to go, Jungkook. Not for long. Just to check if there’s something under your skin.”

He didn’t move.

You swallowed. “I won’t let anyone touch you without your permission.”

His nose twitched.

“And if you don’t want to be in human form, you don’t have to,” you added. “You can stay rabbit. We’ll keep the blanket. You can hide.”

A pause.

Then, slowly, Jungkook nudged the blanket opening wider.

A tiny invitation.

Your throat tightened again.

You reached in gently, letting him sniff your hand first.

He pressed his head into your palm.

Permission.

So you lifted him carefully, wrapping him in his blanket like a cocoon.

He stayed tense — but he didn’t fight.

You carried him to the door, grabbed your bag, checked the peephole twice, then opened the door.

The corridor was empty.

Still, you moved fast, heart pounding, protective instincts roaring in your blood.

In the lift, Jungkook stayed pressed against you.

You whispered against his ear, voice steady. “You’re okay. I’m here.”

His tiny paws gripped your sleeve.

Hard.

By the time you reached the car park, your nerves were raw.

But you didn’t see anyone waiting.

No suspicious vehicles.

No wolf hybrid.

Still, you placed Jungkook in the passenger seat, nestled between your legs again, blanket tucked securely.

He peeked out just enough to watch.

You started the car.

And as you pulled out of the lot, your phone buzzed again.

This time it wasn’t blocked.

It was your supervisor.

You ignored it.

Your phone buzzed again.

And again.

Then a message flashed across your screen:

Association Emergency Briefing. Attendance required. Hybrid trafficking sweep. We have an ID match.

Your blood ran cold.

ID match.

You tightened your grip on the steering wheel.

Jungkook made a small sound, like he sensed your shift.

You swallowed hard, voice barely a whisper.

“Jungkook… I think the case I’ve been working on…”

You glanced at him.

His big eyes stared back at you, unblinking.

“…might be about you.”

And in that moment, you realised something with awful clarity:

You hadn’t just adopted a hybrid.

You had adopted evidence.

A target.

And maybe—

A key to bringing down the kind of facility that had ruined him.

But only if you could keep him alive long enough to testify.

Only if you could keep him safe from the people who still believed he belonged to them.

The city lights blurred past as you drove.

And in the passenger seat, Jungkook curled tighter into his blanket.

Then he stared at your phone.

Then he stared at you.

Then he nudged the phone with his nose.

Your brows furrowed. “What— you want me to… check my phone?”

Jungkook nudged it again, harder.

You stared, then slowly picked it up.

No notifications. No alarms. No messages from Luna.

You looked back down. “What do you want?”

Jungkook stared for a long moment.

Then he hopped off the table and went straight to your door, pushing it open wider with his head.

He paused in the doorway and looked back at you with a very clear expression that translated to:

Move.

You stared, half amused, half bewildered. “Are you… telling me to get up?”

Jungkook thumped his foot again.

You laughed, rubbing your eyes. “Bossy rabbit.”

But you got up anyway.

When you stepped into the hallway, you found your living room had been… rearranged.

Not massively.

But enough that you stood there, processing it like you had walked into a crime scene.

Your carefully placed towel nest had been dragged closer to the balcony window. The water bowl had been nudged two inches to the left. The apple slice you left overnight had vanished.

And on your couch—

Jungkook’s shelter blanket had been spread out neatly, like he’d claimed it.

You stared. “So you live on the couch now.”

Jungkook hopped onto the couch cushion with effort, then flopped dramatically onto the blanket like a royal being presented to his throne.

You sighed, smiling despite yourself. “Alright, Your Highness.”

That earned you another huff.

You padded into the kitchen, grabbed a glass of water for yourself, then carefully prepped breakfast for him — small portions again, safe and simple. Greens, a little fruit, and you made a mental note to research proper nutrition for rabbit hybrids.

You placed the dish near the couch.

Jungkook sniffed it, then grabbed a piece and ate it while staring at you like you were being evaluated.

You raised your hands. “Okay, okay. I’ll do better next time.”

He chewed slowly.

Then, when you turned toward the hallway, he followed you — hopping at your heels like a shadow.

That was when it hit you.

He wasn’t just exploring.

He was… tracking you.

Not in a threatening way.

In a “where you go, I go” way.

Your throat tightened unexpectedly.

Hybrids often formed attachments quickly when they finally had stability — but this was day one. Barely.

You crouched down gently. “Hey, Jungkook… you don’t have to follow me everywhere.”

He stared.

Then he hopped forward and pressed his head into your shin.

A soft, deliberate push.

Your breath caught.

“Okay,” you whispered. “Okay. If that’s what you need.”

You took your phone back out and sent an email to your supervisor.

Taking leave for personal reasons. Three days.

You hesitated, then added:

Will be contactable for emergencies only.

Then you sent it before you could change your mind.

When you looked down again, Jungkook was sitting by your feet like a loyal guard, ears upright, eyes half-lidded.

He looked… calmer today.

Still cautious.

But calmer.

“Alright,” you murmured. “Today we do things properly.”

You started with the spare bedroom.

You opened the door and stepped aside, offering him first entry.

Jungkook peered in from behind your leg, then hopped forward a few steps, nose twitching.

He sniffed the boxes. The treadmill. The corner shelves.

His ears flattened as he reached the closet — as if the dark space bothered him.

He backed away instantly, body tense.

You immediately stepped between him and the closet. “Okay. Not that. We don’t go there yet.”

He watched you warily.

You softened your voice. “This room is yours. But it doesn’t have to be this room yet. We can change it. We can make it safe.”

Jungkook stared at you for a long time.

Then he hopped into the middle of the room and thumped his foot once.

Not angry this time.

Almost like a… decision.

You blinked. “You’re claiming it?”

He huffed, then hopped onto the bed with a clumsy little jump that barely succeeded. He ended up half on, half off, kicking his feet until he flopped onto the mattress.

You stared, then laughed quietly. “Okay. Bed rabbit.”

You spent the next hour clearing the room carefully, moving slowly so you wouldn’t overwhelm him. You stacked boxes into a corner, folded the treadmill away completely, and opened the curtains to let in soft light. You placed his blankets on the bed, then added one of your softest throws.

Jungkook watched every movement.

Every time you lifted something, his ears flicked.

Every time something scraped the floor, his body tensed.

You kept talking to him — not because you thought he needed conversation, but because you wanted him to know your voice meant normal.

“This box is just old books.”

“That’s the treadmill. It’s boring, I promise.”

“These are spare bedsheets. You can choose later.”

When you finally finished, the room looked less like storage and more like a space someone could breathe in.

You crouched by the bed. “What do you think?”

Jungkook hopped onto the blanket pile and turned in a circle. Then he shoved his face into the blankets and dug like he was making a burrow.

You smiled. “That’s a yes.”

You weren’t sure if taking him out on day two was too much — but you also knew you needed supplies, and waiting too long might make the first trip even harder.

So you compromised.

You chose a quiet pet-and-hybrid supply store that opened early, before crowds. You took your time preparing: a carrier lined with his blanket, a second blanket to cover the top so he could hide, and a small pouch of food just in case he needed comfort.

When you brought the carrier out, Jungkook immediately went rigid.

He stared at it like it was an enemy.

You knelt down. “Hey. This isn’t a cage. This is… a safe box. Just for the trip.”

Jungkook didn’t move.

So you didn’t force him.

You sat on the floor, placed the carrier beside you, and waited.

After a long minute, Jungkook crept forward and sniffed it.

Then he sniffed you.

Then he nudged the carrier again, like he was measuring its honesty.

You held your breath.

Slowly, he hopped inside on his own — but not before turning around to glare at you like he was doing you a huge favour.

You exhaled shakily, relief hitting you so hard it almost made you dizzy.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

Jungkook huffed.

The drive was easier than the day before.

He still trembled when the engine started, but when you placed your hand on the carrier through the blanket, he pressed closer to the warmth, breathing faster but not panicking.

When you arrived, you carried the box carefully, keeping your body between him and strangers.

The store was quiet, bright, clean.

Still — new smells made him restless. You could feel the carrier shift as he moved inside.

You kept your voice soft. “We’re just getting things for your room. Then we go home.”

Jungkook made a faint sound — not quite agreeing, but listening.

You started with essentials: bedding materials, chew-safe toys, a softer water dish that wouldn’t tip easily, a small hideaway tunnel. You paused often, checking on him.

At one point, you felt the carrier shake harder.

You stopped immediately, stepping into a quieter aisle.

“Too much?” you whispered.

No response — but the shaking slowed when you lowered your voice and covered the carrier fully with the blanket.

You swallowed. “Okay. We’ll go home soon.”

You turned toward the checkout—

And froze.

A man stood near the front entrance, talking to an employee. Tall. Broad. Black coat. Gloved hands.

He looked like someone who didn’t belong in a peaceful little supply store.

Your instincts flared — lawyer instincts, the kind that recognised trouble before it arrived.

The man turned his head slightly.

And your breath caught because his eyes weren’t normal.

Not fully.

Not human.

A hybrid.

A wolf hybrid, judging by the faint outline of ears under his hood and the way he held himself like he could break a room in half if he wanted.

His gaze flicked to your carrier.

Then to you.

Then away, like he didn’t care.

But you knew better.

Because Jungkook’s carrier suddenly went still.

Utterly.

Like every molecule in him had gone silent.

Your grip tightened.

You didn’t look away from the stranger until you were safely outside and walking toward your car.

Only then did Jungkook move again — frantic, shifting inside the carrier like he was trying to burrow through the fabric.

You opened the door quickly and set him on the passenger seat, covering him fully.

“It’s okay,” you murmured urgently. “It’s okay, we’re leaving.”

Jungkook’s breathing was fast.

Too fast.

You started the car and drove.

Only when you were several blocks away did the shaking ease.

Your hands trembled on the steering wheel.

That wolf hybrid…

Why had Jungkook reacted like that?

Hybrids were sensitive to scent, to presence, to threat.

But that reaction hadn’t been just fear.

It had been… recognition.

The moment you stepped into your apartment, Jungkook practically launched out of the carrier and sprinted to his room, blanket trailing behind him like a lifeline.

You followed slowly, heart aching.

He hopped onto the bed and dug into the blankets until only his ears were visible.

You sat on the floor by the doorway, keeping distance.

“I won’t come in,” you whispered. “I’m just here.”

Silence.

Then, slowly, Jungkook’s head emerged.

His eyes looked glossy — not quite tears, but something close.

You swallowed hard.

“I don’t know what happened to you before,” you said softly, voice rougher than you intended. “I don’t know why cars scare you. I don’t know why strangers make you freeze. I don’t know why you look like you’re waiting to be punished for breathing.”

Your throat tightened.

“But you’re not in that place anymore.”

Jungkook stared at you.

“And if anyone ever tries to take you back,” you continued, voice steady now, “they’ll have to go through me first.”

You didn’t expect him to understand the words.

But you watched his ears slowly relax.

Watched his shoulders lower.

Watched him inch forward, just a little.

Then he hopped down from the bed.

Crossed the room.

And pressed his head gently against your knee.

A quiet, trembling little thank you.

Your eyes stung.

You lifted a hand slowly. “May I?”

Jungkook nudged your knee again.

Yes.

So you stroked between his ears, gentle and steady.

And this time—