Avaley ☁️♓︎

Those small ears twitching, that sleek black hair, the soft fur that looked like it would melt under your fingers—everything about him pulled you in. The shine of his well-groomed hair and the smooth glow of his skin made it clear he was taken care of, maybe even a little too well. The expensive collar around his neck screamed spoiled indoor hybrid. High maintenance or not, you didn’t care. You just knew you wanted him.

Convincing Jay to hand him over, though, wasn’t easy. You had begged, reasoned, argued, even tried to guilt-trip him. Why couldn’t he just say yes? It’s not like he didn’t already have Jake, that big golden retriever hybrid who followed him everywhere. Jay barely had time for Jungwon, always letting him sit quietly in the corner, waiting for scraps of attention that never came. It pissed you off. Jungwon deserved better—someone who’d actually give a damn, who’d spoil him the way he clearly wanted to be spoiled. And that someone was you.

“Do you even know how to take care of a hybrid? He’s still unneutered, for fuck’s sake.”

You just shrugged. How hard could it be? Feed him, give him a bed, maybe pet him when he looked sad—that’s what hybrids liked, right? You didn’t really care about the rules or the paperwork or whatever else Jay kept ranting about. All you knew was that Jungwon liked you. Every time you visited, he would curl up beside you, purr softly, and look at you with those sleepy eyes that made your stomach twist. He was sweet, warm, and completely irresistible.

So yeah, maybe you didn’t know shit about taking care of hybrids. But that didn’t matter. Because every time Jungwon leaned into your touch, you were sure of one thing—he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

“Okay, let me have him neutered before I hand him to you—”

“But I want him now!” You cut Jay off, you stomped your foot, frustrated like a kid. Jay was already glaring at you, jaw tight, trying to hold back his irritation. He just didn’t get it. You didn’t want to wait another damn day—you wanted Jungwon in your house, curled up on your couch, sleeping in your bed, right now.

The hybrid sat quietly beside you, flicking his tail lazily as the two of you argued. His ears twitched, catching every word, but he looked almost amused. When he noticed the tension building in your shoulders, he nudged your knee softly with his head. The touch instantly melted your annoyance. You pouted, reaching down to rub the soft spot behind his ear, and the moment your fingers touched him, a deep purr rumbled from his chest.

“See?” you said, looking at Jay with a grin. “What’s so hard about giving him to me? He likes me, right, ’Wonie? You want me, right?”

Jungwon’s tail swished once before he nodded, eyes half-closed as you scratched behind his ear again. A faint smile played on his lips, and his purr grew louder, vibrating against your hand.

Jay sighed heavily, dragging a hand down his face. You could tell he was giving up, though he clearly didn’t want to. “You’re annoying,” he muttered. But after a long pause, he finally said, “Fine. Take him.”

You didn’t even wait for him to finish before jumping up, excitement bursting out of you. You grabbed Jungwon’s things from the corner—his folded clothes, his pillow, his scratching pad, and that expensive bed that looked softer than yours. Jungwon followed behind you, tail flicking side to side as if he already knew he was going somewhere new.

While you shoved his stuff into a bag, Jay kept lecturing like an overbearing parent. “He’s very sensitive to food. Only this brand is good for him—don’t feed him any raw meat unless I say so. And no dry treats; they mess with his stomach. I’ll check on him every month to make sure he’s maintaining weight, and for God’s sake, get him neutered as soon as possible.”

You barely listened, nodding half-heartedly as you zipped up the bag. “Yeah, yeah, got it,” you said, rolling your eyes. You didn’t care about the boring details. You’d figure it out later. Hybrids weren’t that complicated.

Jay knelt beside Jungwon and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. “Be good, okay?” he said quietly. Jungwon smiled faintly, his ears twitching as he purred in response. Without hesitation, he turned to follow you out the door, his tail brushing against your leg as he walked past.

The sun hit his black fur when you stepped outside, and it shimmered like silk. You could feel your chest tighten just looking at him. He was yours now. The thought made you grin like an idiot.

“Bye, Jake! I won’t miss you!” Jungwon called out, waving lazily at the tall golden retriever hybrid standing near the gate. Jake just tilted his head, blinked once, he huffed and turned back inside, clearly unbothered.

You snorted, unlocking your car. “Guess he’s not much of a talker,” you said.

Jungwon climbed into the passenger seat, curling his legs under himself like a cat would. His ears perked as he looked out the window, curious but calm. When you started the car, he looked over at you and smiled—a soft, knowing smile that made your heart race all over again.

Jungwon turned out to be the most affectionate hybrid you’d ever met. He never slept on his own bed, no matter how soft or expensive it was—every night, he somehow ended up beside you, curled against your chest or tucked under your arm. People always said cat hybrids were distant, that they preferred their space and rarely craved touch, but Jungwon proved that wrong every single day. The moment you got home from work, he was there, tail swaying slowly, ears perked up as he waited by the door. Before you could even drop your bag, he’d be pressing his head into your neck, his fur brushing your skin, purring softly as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

They said cats absorbed bad energy. Maybe that was why you always felt lighter when he held you. Jungwon didn’t talk much, but his presence filled every empty space in the apartment. When you were gone, he mostly slept—curled up in the sunny spot near the window or sprawled across the couch, tail twitching as he dreamed. But the second you came home, it was like he’d woken up just to play. He’d grab your sleeve, drag you toward the floor, and make you chase after him until you both ended up laughing and breathless.

Despite his clinginess, Jungwon was curious—especially about the outside world. Sometimes, when you were watching TV or scrolling on your phone, he’d tug gently at your clothes and point toward the window. You’d follow his gaze to see a group of hybrids playing in the courtyard—dog hybrids tossing a ball around, a fox hybrid lounging in the sun. His tail would sway as his eyes followed their movements. He never said much, just looked up at you, silently asking for permission to go out.

You always gave him the same answer. “No, baby. Those hybrids outside probably have lice or something. I don’t want you catching that. You’ve got plenty of toys here, yeah?”

His eyes softened immediately, those big golden eyes full of quiet disappointment. For a second, guilt twisted in your chest, but you forced yourself to ignore it. Jay had drilled into your head how sensitive Jungwon was—his fur, his diet, his health. You weren’t about to screw that up just because he wanted to roll around in the dirt with a bunch of random hybrids.

Still, he tried. Every time.

One evening, as you were folding laundry, he came up behind you and tugged at your shirt again. “Please,” he whispered, almost trembling. His ears drooped, and his tail brushed weakly against your leg. “Outside?”

You sighed, trying to stay firm. “No, Jungwon. You’re an indoor cat. You know that.”

He frowned, lips pushing into a pout as his fingers clung to your sleeve. “Just a little? I’ll stay near you.”

You shook your head, placing the folded shirt down and cupping his face. “You’ve got everything you need here. You’ve got your shows, your games, your toys—and me. Isn’t that enough?”

He looked away, mumbling under his breath. You couldn’t quite catch what he said, but you could tell he was sulking. He flopped onto the couch, tail flicking in quiet frustration. You rolled your eyes, but deep down, part of you wondered if you were being too strict. You just wanted to keep him safe. That’s what owners did, right?

You walked over and sat beside him, brushing your fingers through his hair. His ears twitched under your touch, and though he tried to stay upset, he couldn’t help but lean into your hand.

“See?” you said softly. “You don’t need to go out there. You’ve got everything right here.”

     You weren’t sure if it was just your imagination, but lately, he’d been... different. You didn’t know much about hybrids—honestly, you barely knew the basics—but you couldn’t help wondering if there was some kind of behavioral difference between indoor and outdoor ones. Did keeping him inside for too long mess with his head somehow? Because the longer he stayed with you, the moodier he seemed to get.

At first, you brushed it off. He was just bored, maybe lonely. You had work and errands; you couldn’t always give him attention. But then it got worse.

Like today.

You froze in the doorway, staring at your clean laundry now soaked in something that definitely wasn’t water. For a moment, your brain refused to process it. Then the smell hit you, and your stomach turned.

“Jungwon!” you snapped, your voice rising with anger.

He was lying on the couch, golden eyes half-lidded as he stared at you. His tail swayed slowly from side to side, and for the first time since you’d brought him home, his face was completely blank—cold, almost detached.

“What the hell is this?” you hissed, pointing at the pile.

He didn’t flinch. Didn’t even blink. Just kept watching you with those eyes.

You took a deep breath, trying to remind yourself that hybrids were still part animal. Accidents happened. Pets sometimes acted out for attention. Maybe this was just that. Maybe he was mad because you’d been gone late again. You could fix that.

So the next day, you came home early with a bag from the hybrid shop. “Wonnie, look!” you said, trying to sound cheerful as you knelt in front of him. “I got you a new toy. You’re gonna love this one.”

It was a soft scratching ball with catnip scent—the lady at the store said it was perfect for feline hybrids. You expected him to jump at it, to smile like he used to, but Jungwon just stood there, eyes flicking from you to the toy. His expression didn’t change.

“Come on,” you said gently, waving it a little. “Don’t be grumpy. I know you’re mad at me, but look, I got this for you.”

He walked closer, slowly and quietly, and then, crouched to sniff it. For a second, you thought it worked. His nose twitched, and his ears perked up—but then, out of nowhere, he ignored the toy completely and leaned in toward you, sniffing your shirt instead. His breath hit your neck, and his tail flicked faster.

“Uh, Jungwon?” you said, blinking in confusion as he pressed his face into your shoulder, inhaling deeply.

His ears flattened suddenly, and a low sound rumbled in his throat. Before you could say anything, he pushed you down onto the floor, claws gently but firmly gripping your arms. His pupils were blown wide, and when he hissed, the sound was sharp enough to make you freeze. Then he grabbed the toy, ripped it apart with a furious growl, and tossed it aside.

“Jungwon!” you shouted, startled. “What the hell’s wrong with you?!”

He didn’t answer, just stared at you, chest rising and falling fast. You could see the muscles in his jaw tense as he tried to control himself, his tail thrashing behind him. His breathing was heavier than usual, his ears twitching like he was irritated—or in pain.

You’d never seen him like this before. His usual warmth, his soft tone, the quiet purring—it was all gone, replaced by something wild and restless. He looked… agitated, like he was fighting something inside himself.

When you reached out to touch his arm, he jerked back, eyes wide for a split second before he turned away completely, muttering something under his breath you couldn’t make out. Then he stormed off to his room, slamming the door behind him.

You sat there for a long moment, staring at the shredded toy and the scratch marks on the floor. You didn’t understand what was happening—he had never acted like this before.

And that’s when you knew you needed to call Jay.

The phone rang twice before he picked up. “What now?”

“He started acting weird, okay?” you blurted out, pressing the phone between your shoulder and ear while fumbling with a bandage. “I just kept saying no to letting him outside because it’s dangerous, but then his behavior started getting worse."

Jay sighed so loud it made you roll your eyes. “Why would you not let him outside?”

“Because he’s an indoor cat, duh?” you said flatly, trying to dab some alcohol on the small cut near your collarbone.

There was a pause, followed by an irritated groan. “This is exactly why I shouldn’t have given him to you!” Jay snapped. “You’re such an idiot sometimes. Hybrids like Jungwon can’t be cooped up forever. They’re not toys, they need to socialize. When you isolate them, their instincts start to twist—they get anxious, restless, and it screws with their behavior.”

You frowned, trying to juggle the phone and the first-aid kit while listening. “I was just protecting him, okay? I didn’t want him to get sick or catch anything from those random hybrids outside. And now he’s peeing on my clothes, the sofa, the cabinet—everything! He even hissed at me earlier after sniffing me. Then he tore apart the toy I bought him. He’s acting like he hates me.”

There was a beat of silence on the other end before Jay’s tone changed completely. “Wait. What did you just say? He hissed after sniffing you?”

“Yeah,” you said, pacing across the living room. “It’s like he gets mad out of nowhere. His eyes go blank, then he just—snaps.”

“Did you…” Jay’s voice tightened. “Did you neuter him?”

You froze. “…No?”

The silence that followed was worse than the yelling you were expecting. Then, suddenly, it came—Jay cursing under his breath so harshly that you flinched and held the phone away for a moment.

“Pack his things right now,” he said through gritted teeth. “His clothes, bed, everything. Bring him to me. I told you to neuter him immediately, didn’t I? He’s a hybrid in pre-heat, for fuck’s sake! You have no idea how dangerous that is. He’s not just acting out—his body’s fighting him. His hormones are spiking and he doesn’t know how to control it. He’s probably confused, frustrated, and on edge. You can’t be near him like this.”

You winced, pressing your hand over your bandaged shoulder. “Jay, calm down—”

“Calm down?” he cut you off. “You’ve trapped a sexually mature hybrid in heat inside your apartment without supervision. He could hurt you! You need to get him out of there before it gets worse. Pack his things. Now.”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “Jesus, Jay, you make it sound like he’s gonna kill me. Fine, fine. I’ll bring him over. You can deal with it.”

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were exhausted. Between work, lack of sleep, and Jungwon’s strange behavior, you were at your limit. Maybe it was better this way. Jay could handle whatever this “heat” thing was. You’d just pick Jungwon up after he calmed down.

You kept Jay on the line as you gathered Jungwon’s things—his folded clothes, his scratching pad, his blanket that still smelled like him. You were halfway through stuffing his bed into the bag when you heard the door creak open behind you.

“Jungwon?” you called softly, turning around. He stood there in the doorway, his expression is blank. His pupils were dilated, ears lowered slightly, and his tail was swaying. You offered a nervous smile, clutching the bag. “Hey, baby. I’m sorry, but… I have to take you to Jay for a while, okay? You’re not feeling well and—”

The second Jay’s name left your mouth, everything changed. Jungwon’s body tensed, and before you could react, he lunged at you. The bag fell from your hands as his weight slammed into you, knocking you to the floor. His claws gripped your shoulders tightly, and you let out a sharp cry when you felt his teeth sink into your skin.

“Fuck!” you shouted, your phone slipping from your hand and clattering onto the floor. You reached for it desperately, but Jungwon’s weight pinned you down. His breathing was ragged, his growls low and rough against your neck.

“Jay!” you screamed, your voice cracking as you tried to shove him off. “Help!”

Jungwon bit again, not deep enough to tear flesh but enough to make you cry out. His tail lashed violently, and his pupils were blown wide like a cornered animal’s. He was shaking, muttering incoherent sounds that didn’t even sound like words anymore. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears as you tried to push him off again, but he only pressed harder, his body trembling against yours.

“Jungwon, stop—please!” you begged, voice breaking as you felt his breath hit your skin again. That’s when you felt his hard length pressing against you, grinding through the thin fabric separating your bodies.

He leaned closer. “No, Jay. Mine. Only mine.”

Your chest tightened. “N-No, baby, we’re going to see Jay,” you stammered, tears stinging your eyes as you pushed weakly against him. “We’re going to help you, we’ll fix this—”

“NO!” he snapped. His hands shot forward, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head. “You’re mine,” he growled again.

Your breath hitched when his hips rolled forward, the friction sending an involuntary gasp through your throat. His bulge pressed hard against your clothed core, and your body betrayed you—hips twitching, heat pooling low in your stomach. “J-Jungwon…” you whimpered.

He bent lower, his breath ragged against your ear, his words coming out in a broken chant. “Mine… mine… mine…” His scent filled your head, you could feel his instincts bleeding through, his control slipping completely as he buried his face against your neck, teeth grazing the soft skin there.

You cried out, not knowing if it was fear or desire that escaped you. His grip tightened, his muscles tense with a predator’s restraint. Then his mouth crashed against yours. You squeezed your eyes shut, a single tear sliding down your cheek as his tongue pushed deep, claiming your mouth in a messy, desperate kiss. He moaned into you, his sounds vibrating against your lips.

You tried to turn away, but he followed, his mouth crashing against yours again, harder, more desperate. His tongue pushing past your lips like he couldn’t get enough. When he finally pulled back, his chest was heaving, his pupils blown wide. He grabbed the hem of your blouse with shaking hands and tore it open, the sound of fabric ripping echoing through the room. The sudden chill on your exposed skin made you gasp and arch weakly as your body reacted to the raw force of it.

Your shoulders and neck burned, blood rushing under your skin from where his grip had been. Jungwon shifted, sliding down until he straddled your stomach, his tail twitching erratically behind him. His gaze trailed slowly over your body, pupils dilated so wide that the gold in his eyes had almost vanished. His breathing came in small, broken sounds—half whimpers, half growls.

He reached into his pajama bottoms and freed himself. Your breath hitched the moment you saw it—thick, flushed, the tip slick and red. Pre-cum was already dripping down his length, his hand trembling as he wrapped his fingers around it. He whimpered softly, the sound high and broken, and looked at you through his lashes.

“H-Hurts,” he said, his voice trembling as his hand began to move clumsily. “Please… hurts.”

You couldn’t look away. His hips twitched, his movements messy, his ears flattening against his head as he whined again. “H-hurts, hurts!” His voice cracked, and his tail lashed behind him as if his body couldn’t handle the tension building inside him. Watching him like that made your thighs clench together.

“Help… please,” he whimpered again, his breath stuttering, his hand moving faster but without rhythm. “Please, help me.”

Your chest tightened. “Wonnie…” you whispered, unsure if it was pity or desire making your voice shake. His head snapped up at the sound of his name, eyes glassy and pleading, his ears twitching toward your voice. Slowly, with trembling hands, you reached down and replaced his hand with yours.

The moment your skin touched him, Jungwon’s entire body jerked. His breath hitched, tail bristling, ears flattening tight to his skull. You stroked him once, twice—barely had the time to adjust your grip before his body went rigid. His head fell back, a strangled sound ripping from his throat as thick, hot ropes of cum spilled over your fingers and stomach. His hips twitched violently as he rode out the wave, muscles shaking, his moans dragging long and broken.

You froze, staring up at him as he trembled above you, ears flicking weakly. His claws dug into the floor beside you, the sound of his ragged breathing filling the silence.

“Shit,” you whispered under your breath, staring at the mess between you, unsure if you should pull away or reach for him again. 

Jungwon’s breathing was heavy and uneven, his chest rising and falling with deep, shaky gasps. His eyes were still blown wide, the wild gleam in them refusing to fade.

Without a word, he caught your wrist, his fingers curling around it as he lifted your hand closer to his face. You froze when his tongue slid out, long and rough, dragging over your skin to lap at the mess that had splattered across it. You shuddered as the sharp, bristled texture of his tongue grazed your wrist.

A soft, helpless sound escaped you, and Jungwon’s ears twitched at the noise. His gaze met yours as he kept licking, each stroke slower than the last, his tail flicking lazily behind him as if he was calming down from the earlier frenzy. But the moment his tongue reached your palm, he gave a low growl, almost a purr—and then leaned forward again, shifting his position until his weight pressed you into the floor once more.

His nose brushed against your stomach, tracing a slow path downward. Every touch sent small tremors through your body. When he reached the waistband of your panties, he inhaled deeply, his eyes fluttering closed as if the scent alone was driving him insane.

Your body tensed. You were panting now, trying to steady your breathing, but when his pointed nose pressed against the damp spot between your legs, all sense of control vanished. He rubbed his face against you, nuzzling the soaked fabric. A small, helpless moan slipped from your lips, and his tail flicked sharply at the sound.

His tongue darted out, pressing into the thin fabric over your clit, slow and experimental at first. The sensation hit you hard and your hips jerked upward without meaning to. You gripped the floor beside you, fingers digging into the surface as you tried to hold yourself still. But Jungwon didn’t stop. His ears twitched as he listened to your shaky breaths, and then he repeated the motion, licking at the cloth again, this time with more pressure, more intent.

“J-Jungwon,” you breathed out, voice cracking. He hummed softly against you, his nose nudging the wet spot. The movement of his tongue grew firmer, dragging up and down until your thighs trembled and your body betrayed you again, spreading your legs wider beneath him. The smell of arousal thickened in the air, and he groaned low in his throat, his tail curling tight behind him as his cock twitched, already hard again despite just having come.

He pulled back for a second, panting, a thin strand of saliva connecting his mouth to your soaked panties. His eyes flicked up to meet yours and leaned in again, “smells so good,” he whispered, before his tongue pressed harder against you, dragging up the wet fabric until your breath hitched and your back arched from the floor.

He slid your panties aside before his tongue met your heat. The first touch made you gasp, a sharp sound that escaped your throat before you could hold it back. Your thighs trembled, the muscles in your legs twitching as his tongue traced slow, teasing circles over your folds.

Jungwon let out a low, needy sound against you. He reached up, guiding your trembling hand until your fingers rested against his ear.

“Please,” he whispered, then he dived back in.

You moaned, your fingers tightening against his hair as you tilted your hips forward, giving him more. “Just like that, 'Wonnie,” you whimpered, the words breaking apart on your tongue. His tongue moved rougher now, faster, his nose bumping your clit with every stroke. You couldn’t stop the sounds spilling from your lips — they came out raw and uncontrollable.

Every time he lapped at your entrance, your vision blurred. Your pulse raced in your throat, and a heat spread from your core to every part of your body. You rolled your hips, pressing harder against his mouth. He groaned in approval, his tongue responding eagerly.

“Ahh—fuck, Jungwon!” you cried out, grinding in slow, desperate circles. Your breath hitched each time his tongue flicked your clit, and your legs shook violently.

He looked up at you, his eyes dark, pupils blown wide with desire. The sight alone made your stomach twist tighter.

“Fuck, fuck—” you gasped, your voice breaking. The rhythm between you two grew frantic, unrestrained. His tongue matched your every move, his grip on your thighs were firm.

The pressure inside you snapped. Your body arched, your moans turning into sharp cries as waves of pleasure rolled through you. Jungwon didn’t stop. He held your hips in place, tongue still swirling inside you, dragging your orgasm out until you were shaking uncontrollably.

You could barely breathe, chest rising and falling as you tried to steady yourself. But Jungwon wasn’t done. He lifted you suddenly, his strength catching you off guard as he knelt on the floor and wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Jungwon—wait, I’m still—ah!” you screamed as he pushed into you in one deep thrust. The stretch was almost too much, your walls clenching tightly around him. Sweat dripped down your temple; your nails dug into his shoulders.

He groaned, his instincts taking full control. “So good,” he muttered before thrusting deeper, harder.

The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room. Every move sent another wave of pleasure up your spine, and every time you tried to speak, it came out as a moan.

“Too much—ahh, Jungwon!” you gasped, but he didn’t slow down. His pace quickened, his body moving wildly as his hips slammed into yours. You felt him everywhere — his grip, his breath, his rhythm — all of it. He lifted your hips higher, keeping your legs open for him, your back arching, the new angle making his thick tip hit deep inside you, right against your sweet spot.

“Fuck—right there,” you gasped, your voice cracking.

Jungwon grunted, pushing harder, deeper, until all you could do was scream his name. Your vision blurred again, stars bursting behind your eyelids as another orgasm ripped through you. Your throat was raw from the sounds spilling out of you.

Your ears rang, and your lower body hung in the air, helpless in his grasp. Each thrust made your head bump softly against the floor, your hair sticking to your damp skin. Drool escaped from the corner of your mouth, but you didn’t care. The pleasure had swallowed you whole.

His pace grew faster, pushing in, pushing out, pushing deeper, and deeper, and deeper until your body tensed again, trembling from the overstimulation, but Jungwon was so lost. 

He only grunted, his thrusts growing faster until your walls fluttered around him for the second time. You could feel the way his muscles tightened, the tremor in his arms as he held you up.

 Then you felt the deep pulse inside you, his release spilling into your warmth. He groaned loudly, his body shuddering as he pushed his cock deeper, as if trying to mold himself to you.

The heat spread through your core, his cum filling you until it was almost too much. But your body, still sensitive and trembling from the overstimulation, reacted on its own. Your pussy clenched hard, then force to pushed his length out, a gush of liquid following right after.

A sudden squirt splashed between you both. Jungwon froze for a second, eyes wide in confusion as his cock slipped free, still twitching and spilling the last of his release. He tilted his head, ears twitching, panting heavily, watching the way your hips twitched and how your slick, trembling folds pulsed with the aftermath.

He reached down, fingers spreading your folds as more liquid flowed out, dripping down your thighs and onto the floor. His expression softened, almost in awe. "Pretty,"  he muttered under his breath. His fingers traced the inside of your thigh, then slowly pressed them against your entrance again, testing your sensitivity. You flinched, whining at the overstimulation, but he couldn’t help himself.

Your hips twitched again as his thumb rubbed gentle circles over your swollen clit. You tried to catch your breath, still dizzy, your chest rising and falling fast. Jungwon leaned down, licking the side of your neck, his tongue dragging lazily over your skin before he nuzzled your jaw.

“Mine,” he whispered before his teeth sank gently into your nape.

Jay pushed the front door open and he stepped inside cautiously. Behind him, Jake followed silently, gripping a metal muzzle in one hand. 

Jungwon was kneeling on the floor, his body pressed tightly against yours. His face was buried in the crook of your neck, his hands steadying you as his tongue dragged slowly across the fresh bite wound at your shoulder, as if he was trying to clean or soothe what he’d done. Blood glistened faintly against his lips before he shifted, nuzzling against your hair, low growls rumbling in his chest and he began to groom you with short, slow strokes of his tongue.

The bite mark was still fresh, crimson streaks tracing down your shoulder, and scratches lined your thighs and waist. Your eyes fluttered open weakly, half-lidded and glassy, lips parted as you breathed unevenly. You looked at Jay through the open door, your expression dazed.

The sound of footsteps pulled Jungwon’s attention immediately. His body tensed, his nostrils flaring as he lifted his head, his fangs visible when he bared his teeth. The once-soft glow in his eyes turned sharp and threatening. He hissed a warning sound and his grip around your waist tightened, dragging you closer until your back was flush against his chest.

GEMINI MOON: Talkative and funny as fuck, these guys are natural stand-up comedians and they can say the most out-of-pocket things imaginable and make it articulate sounding. Most likely, but not always, they're extroverted and posses a lively personality that can get a stifled room flowing like a breeze. When low-vibrational, they can use casual cruelty against you if they feel slighted, as if it was nothing, or even amusing. It's more likely that they'll say something that they didn't REALISE was hurtful, these guys are generally good-hearted people, however there are always hurtful people and we shouldn't rely on placements to tell us what is 'evil' and 'good'. Gemini moons are adaptable from their muted nature, making them amazing at bringing people together and creating a natural harmony from shared opinions and likes, not just encouraging an understanding.

LIBRA MOON: Logical in HOW they feel; with Venus ruling Libra, emotions are more intact. One thing that might impact their relationships is the phrase "if you want to" for people that need explicit clarity. They truly believe that it's your choice, but those who need extra encouragement need a strong answer of "I would love you there" and will take it differently. Libra moons are likely to fall into habits of "peacekeeping", and without a hard "foot-in-the-sand", it will do more damage than good. They self-sabotage when they don't embrace morals/beliefs as a code to live by. As a Libra moon, your role isn't to "play both sides"; it is to SHOW both sides of each argument when they ask (don't tire yourself with people that will never learn). You understand fair better than anyone else when you get yourself to that high vibration. It is the beginning of the "reflection signs".

AQUARIUS MOON: They are the definition of not letting their emotions get the best of them, not because they want or need to hold them back, but because they want more time to enjoy their ways of thinking and analysing. Aquarius is logical in the way that they know when to let their emotions out and when to feel them. When they let life tear them down without trying to bring themselves back up, they can be spiteful and jealous of the unique traits in other people. Aquarius moons understand the bravery it takes to be yourself, and they do it after being beaten down over and over again. This is a sign that does things despite arguments from the opposition; they listen to themselves, and because of that confidence they make it far.

Uyu's 8H -> FS 2H

My 8H will be their 2H, and it is in Taurus, meaning FS can like money, be close to their money, they can have a lot of money, be rich, and they can just live a very comfortable lifestyle. They can enjoy eating more than actually cooking. Moon being in my 8H means they can buy things without actually needing them, they can buy things when they feel sad, or spend too much when they are happy. Money could make them feel safe. Moon can mean they can also buy things often for their mother or just will be more generous when it comes to their mom. They can also want to spend money more on home furniture or home necessities. My 8H Ruler being Venus 11H means they can love to shop and can be more into buying technological stuff, video games or gifts for friends.

Uyu's 9H -> FS 3H

My 9H will represent their 3H, so the language they speak, their siblings, neighborhood, etc. My 9H is in Gemini, and it's empty. They could have spoken at least two languages their whole life, parents can come from a different country which led my FS to speak their parents languages but also the one of the country they grew up in. So there can be two languages involved minimum. They can love to learn languages in general, so they could speak more. They could live in a neighborhood or place or grew up in a place where a lot of people came from different countries, cultures, etc. Gemini 9H and ruler is Mercury 10H, they can have siblings, but it can also be cousins they take as siblings. Cousins on their mother's side mostly.

Uyu's 10H -> FS 4H

I have already explained this part here. Though this part also has other indicators, so I'll paste it here :)

This part is about their 4H, so where they come from, and their family, their childhood and their relationship with mother. For where they come from, I have Cancer MC 23°, ruled by Moon and Mercury being very closed to the MC. Indeed, my FS may not come from the same country as me, but the country he is from has a big interest in my country. His country is also known for being very traditional, and very close to their culture, they also are very into food and mostly their food, they hold a big pride into that. The 23° makes a lot of sense because he comes from a country that is known for being a futuristic place, a technology advanced kind of country, and with Mercury being close to the MC, they indeed have a very good and modernized transportation system. Oh and Cancer here could mean at some point I could have lived where he was born, because indeed that's what happened. This country also has a big idea about family and children in general (very traditional). The country isn't new but it's a recent touristic place, many people wanna go there now. Also it's a place where people are very into studying too. And I also wanna add, that the exact city he was born in is actually a place that is focused on new technology researches lmao. The MC is ruled by Moon, and my Moon is in my 8H in Gemini. I'll focus more on the 8H placement, indeed the country was hidden before, not very noticed until recently, and mostly it was a country that got a rebirth of some sort after war. About their childhood, FS could have had a childhood being very close to their mother, they could generally love their mother and be very close to them. Mother could have been very present to them, and they could have grown with the idea family was very important. They could have been an only child, but siblings can also exist since Mercury is here. I think theme of home and family will play a major role for them. They def love their mother, and they might also think of them as the person they care the most about in their life. They could also tell everything to their mother. Indeed, very very close because 10H Ruler is Moon in 8H, so I think they might have seen their mother as their shelter. Could be very connected with them.

Uyu's 11H -> FS 5H

My 11H will be their 5H, representing how they like to have fun, their creativity and their idea of children. My 11H is in Leo, and I have Venus there. They can love children in my opinion, and they could want children in the future. Will have probably too. But they will be serious and responsible about having some since Ruler is Sun 10H. FS can be quite creative and can love art and to create artistic things. They can be into drawing, painting, writing, etc. They can also work with art or creativity. They can also like movies and can perhaps work in the movie industry. They could be a very fun person in general, and they could like to flirt or to rizz around for fun.

Uyu's 12H -> FS 6H

My 12H will be their 6H, and it will represent their job, their routine and their health. My 12H is in Virgo, and it's empty. Virgo in this case can mean my FS can have some health issues when it comes to stomach and digestive system. They can have often problems with it, and they can have a sensitive stomach too. So they can have to be careful about what they eat in this case, they can also have some food allergies. Ruler of 12H is Mercury 10H in Cancer, can have problems indeed about stomach, but also bones, and can also have hard times with their father. Could have felt a lot of pressure mentally and also a lot of anxiety, they could have felt very stressed out. They can have a steady and healthy routine in general, they can care a lot about their health, and they could be careful too. They can be very hard working and serious about their job as well.

Uyu's 1H -> FS 7H

My 1H is my rising, and me as a person, how people see me, so it is not surprising this will be my FS' 7H, as it represents their spouse, so me! My 1H is in Libra and I have Mars Scorpio in it. Even my degree is also in a Libra degree here, so I think my FS can think of me as someone they find pretty, nice, having harmonious face, they can feel like I look like their type a lot. FS can also see me as "hot" or think I'm sexy? They can view me as confident too, or they can be something that attracts them so much to me physically. They can also think I'm well behaved, and that I am just pleasant to be around. Ruler being Venus 11H, they can think I'm popular too? Or they can also think I have many friends or a lot of suitors. They could have had a crush on me online too.

Uyu's 2H -> FS 8H

My 2H will represent their 8H, so their possessions and how our marriage life will be for them. My 2H is in Scorpio, and I have Juno, Chiron and Pluto there. FS can be very possessive when it comes to what they have, they can enjoy collecting things also. They can just be possessive in general. They can also enjoy the thought of having money and can have a lot of money at some point. FS can be possessive with me and even more after marriage, there is something very passionate and intense in this marriage for them. They could also heal through marriage about traumas.

Uyu's 3H -> FS 9H

My 3H will represent their 9H, and so it will be about if they like to travel, their life lessons, their study life, how they will see their In-Laws. My 3H is in Sagittarius and it's empty! Being in Sagittarius, I do think they love traveling and they can actually enjoy discovering other people's culture. They will want to travel often at some point. This can be a sign also of going to college, and so to do some higher studies. They could have studied abroad too at some point! For how they see their In-Laws, they could see their IL being foreigners, people who live abroad, people coming from a culture their are curious about. They could see my parents as people who they can learn from. They can also be curious about my culture.

Uyu's 4H -> FS 10H

My 4H is my FS' 10H and it's in Capricorn. Their relationships with their father can be quite cold, father can expect a lot from them, they cannot be very close too. Uranus and Neptune also being there, and in Aquarius, it can mean their relationship indeed can be quite strange and unusual, perhaps their father isn't what you can expect a father to be like. There could be a lot of illusions too, perhaps their father can think appearances are important, and they can act differently in public than in private with my FS. Otherwise, my FS' reputation can be quite eccentric or they can be considered as unique too. They can be seen as weird but also known as someone who is serious, perhaps a bit cold and someone hardworking. When it comes to their job and career, they can do something that is related to money, finances, or just having a business too. They can be their own boss, CEO, or just have a high position at their job. There can be a lot of business and money management in their job, for example they can do something like drop shipping. They can also do something online, with technologies, etc. Neptune can also be a sign of something creative too. Uranus being there can also be a sign of having many different jobs and doing those at the same time. Can be an entrepreneur. Ruler of the 4H is Saturn in my 7H, so I believe they can also work with contracts!

Uyu's 5H -> FS 11H

My 5H will be their 11H so representing their friends and dreams. My 5H is in Aquarius, and it's empty. So they can have a lot of friends from different backgrounds, that they met from different area of their life, they can also have friends they have met online or a lot of foreigners friends. They can be friend with everyone in general but they will have a very few "real friends", meaning friends they are actually very close to. Otherwise, they can find it easy to talk with people, they are open and curious about others around them. They will be friendly, but it's not because of that that they will consider you their friend for sure. My 5H Ruler is Uranus and it's in my 4H, yeah I think they only consider people their real friends when they take them as a family members, they also don't let people in their private life easily. So when they consider someone close to them, it means a lot for them. They can have specific dreams and a lot actually, but those dreams can be considered either strange or unique to others. They can have dreams related to foreign lands, traveling, to technologies or online presence, etc. They can also have dreams about the future too. Because of the ruler (Uranus) being in the 4H, they can have a dream related to having a family too. And traditional ruler is Saturn, in my 7H, so also having a dream to get married. They can like to be quite creative about what they post on social medias, and they can also like to keep things quite private, like it' can be more an artistic approach than really about them. They can also like to take pictures of their private life, things around them, and post it online with a hint of mystery.

Uyu's 6H -> FS 12H

This part will be their connection to spirituality and religion, but also their sleep habits. My 6H is in Pisces, so it means they can LOVE to sleep lmao. They can be a big sleeper, and they can just take sleep as a comfort zone. Traditional ruler of Pisces being Jupiter and Jupiter being in my 7H ca mean they could also love sleep dates, meaning sleeping with the person they love can be a date to them lol. They can come from a religious family tbh, and religion could have been around them their whole life, mostly because ruler being Neptune is in my 4H, so family can be religious. They can also be either religious too or not. They can also be spiritual. But for this part I think they have a lot of intuition or potential in their spirituality, that they are aware of it or not. Will probably have a spiritual awakening at some point. They can have a strong connection to the dreams realm too.

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