bell

you quickly pad your way down the hallway, not bothering to change out of your sleep shorts and the oversized sweater that had somehow found it's way into your laundry. no one ever claimed the garment, and it was warm and it's smell was comforting — oddly familiar even.

you kept it. finders keepers, right?

you find your way into the small kitchen, searching the cabinets for something that might distract you and calm your erratic nerves. you finally land on a box of herbal tea that hasn't been touched. perfect.

as you pull the box down a small piece of paper falls to the counter in front of you.

to help you all sleep.

— nanami

the note is simple and to the point, just like kento. your cheeks burn a bit at the thought of him, and you find yourself wishing he was with you. despite how shy he made you, his presence was exceptionally comforting. during your time as a sorcerer, you had been paired to train with him a lot. your personalities complemented each other flawlessly, and as much as you adored gojo-sensei and his antics, you had to admit nanami was your favorite.

you turn the box and read that it's a specific mix meant to aid in sleep and audibly rejoice as you make yourself a cup. as quiet as possible, you slide the doors open to the small common area in the center of the building. no windows here, only the faint rumble of the downpour and thunder outside.

you find yourself cozying into the corner of the large couch, sipping on your tea and opening your book to read. not ten minutes later you hear footsteps outside and you wonder who it might be.

megumi typically enjoyed storms, and on nights where you'd pad into his room for comfort he'd be dead asleep. you thought the pounding of the rain might be comforting to him and frankly you were jealous.

nobara and yuji could also sleep through just about anything. maki wouldn't bother to leave her room even if she was awake. panda was probably still up with inumaki playing video game regardless. perhaps it was yuta? he'd returned recently from a long mission, you figured he'd be exhausted but the possibility still remained.

kento had heard your trip to the kitchen and the common room long before, he too had been kept up by the storm. he could tell it was you as soon as you stepped out of you dorm. and despite knowing he should probably leave you be, he couldn't stop his body from pulling him out of the spare bed and following your energy.

as the door slid open, you were shocked to see nanami's tall frame step inside. his blonde hair was a bit disheveled and he was dressed so casually — a black t-shirt and sweats and you immediately grew a bit flustered at the sight.

"oh, sensei! i didn't know you were still at the school.. s-sorry was i loud?" you asked, setting your book down on the small table in front of you.

kento steps further into the room, sucking in a sharp breath as he sees the brown sweater with abstract patterns swallowing you whole. how had it somehow fallen into your possession? he gulped at the sight.

oh, he was going to hell.

"the storm hindered me from heading back to my place in the city," nanami explains, "but don't worry the storm was keeping me awake... what are you doing out here? don't tell me you're drinking coffee in the middle of the night." his voice is low, and kind. his tone always shifted a bit when he spoke to you, but you never noticed. or at least you told yourself it was all in your head.

you giggle softly, and kento thinks he might swoon at the sound. your gaze is sleepy and sweet as you urge him to join you on the sofa with a nod of your head. "definitely not, i'm drinking the herbal tea you bought.. thank you, by the way." you inform him as he saunters over, sitting down a good foot away.

"oh, you found it.. i recall you mentioning you didn't sleep much on a mission together — nightmares from the curses you intake, right?" kento asks, getting comfortable as you look up at him with big eyes. he hesitates for a moment, his sleep deprived state was making him too talkative.

you blush, before your gaze turns into a genuine smile full of gratitude. you can't believe he remembered that from over a month ago, and the realization that the tea was for you made your stomach do flips.

"y-yes, thank you, sensei. that's.. very thoughtful of you." you say quietly, he can see the blush on your face even in the dim light. he decides then and there that you are so beautiful, and right now you are no longer his pupil and he your mentor — it's just you and him. jujutsu sorcery be damned. at least for tonight.

"it's just us, please call me kento.. plus you know i hate sensei." kento corrects, actually letting out a deep chuckle and you relish at the foreign sound. "was that it? more nightmares?"

you blush and grow a bit sheepish before answering, "uhm, actually the storm. i've alway been quite frightened by them… i had to get out of my room." you admit, scratching your neck bashfully and kento momentarily looks taken aback.

"jujutsu tech's newest special grade sorcerer is afraid of storms?" is his next question. it isn't teasing or even sarcastic. his voice is laced in curiosity, and perhaps even concern.

you laugh to yourself, "i know it' stupid," you begin and before you can even explain yourself kento is cutting in.

"no - no it isn't.. guess i just wasn't really expecting it. you're allowed to have fears.. even if they seem irrational, and even if you're considered the strongest." kento drawls, body leaning onto the couch as he rests his long arm on the back of it. he subtly scoots a bit closer, and his hand is almost grazing your shoulder. "you are human after all."

you hum at his explanation and feel exceptionally comforted by his words and his presence. and maybe it's your sleepy state, or the atmosphere that surrounds the two of you but you suddenly gain bit of confidence.

"you know," you start, completely turning your body to face him as you pull your legs all the way up on the couch and cross them. your knees barely rest atop his thigh and your exposed skin burns at the contact. "earlier i was actually wishing you were here."

he turns to look into your eyes at that admission, and you think maybe now you've made the older man blush. though his responses sounds collected, his heart is pounding wildly. "really? why is that?"

you giggle, "you're just.. comforting to be around, kento. you found me and after all of ten minutes i've stopped thinking about the storm outside." you tell him, and his head tilts at your words. did you truly take that much pleasure in his presence? "i like our conversations and the moments i get to spend with you, 's all."

he sucks in a short breath as his name rolls off of your tongue with fondness and ease. he doesn't think anyone has ever said it so sweetly. it’s precious. romantic, even.

he hums, "i suppose i'm quite lucky i got stuck here then." he's looking into your eyes now, and chooses to test his limits. even if from an outside perspective it might seem wrong, as he lays a comforting hand on your exposed thigh — he think nothing has ever felt more right.

you're suddenly nervous for a different reason as butterflies swirl in your stomach. his large hands swallows almost the entire expanse of your thigh. you play it off well. like this is a normal, everyday occurrence.

"where'd you get this sweater?" kento asks next, changing the subject as his hand on the couch grabs the fabric on your shoulder and tugs slightly.

"oh - well - to be honest i don't really know, i found it in my laundry one weekend. i tried to find the owner but no one ever claimed it.. plus it's cozy to sleep in and it smells -" you speak, pulling the material up to your nose as the fading smell comes rushing back to you. now you know why it's so familiar. you look up at kento and now you are blushing wildly, completely flustered and you think a small smirk is growing on his face. you realize now he's teasing you. nanami kento is teasing you. "oh."

kento laughs now as you immediately begin to stand, "i'm sorry, kento.. i'll go change now and return it to you!" you muster, but before you can get too far his hand is catching your much smaller one and pulling you back down. you’re suddenly much closer, completely invading the other ones space.

"no, no.. you keep it. i think it looks better on you than it did me, anyways." he admits, and you giggle now leaning completely into his open side and hiding your face into his chest.

"ugh! the teasing is meant to be gojo-sensei’s thing, kento! not yours!" you exclaim, voice muffled as you feel his chest rumble in deep laughter. his arm that was laid on the back of the couch wraps around your back and his other free hand pets your head.

"i'm sorry, love.. i couldn't help myself." his fingers card lazily through you hair and now you look up at him. completely aware of your position now — legs draped over his lap and body tucked into his side as he holds you close.

your big eyes meet his and his smile is dropping slowly. the next events seem to play out in slow motions. his hand in your hair moves to trace your jaw, then your cheekbone, trailing slowly down the bridge of you nose before he cups you face, reaching a thumb out to delicately brush your bottom lip.

your hand splays across his chest and you breath heavily, fingers nervously tracing small patterns as you two hesitate briefly — sinking into the tension surrounding you.

"can i kiss you, angel?" he asks, voice almost completely hushed and gravelly. your stomach turns at the pet name. "would that be okay?"

you are instantly nodding, breathing out a low yes and he leans down the minute he has permission — instantly connecting your lips in a sweet kiss.

you kiss him back with fervor, both of your repressed feelings come rushing to the surface as your mouths move together in what you can only describe as harmony.

his lips are soft and pillowy, which isn’t entirely what you expected. and everything feels seamless, like he can predict what you do before you even do it. which way your head will turn. when you’ll take another breath. you’ve never had anyone kiss you like this, and it leaves you breathless.

it's ending way too soon, and your chasing after his lips as he chuckles at you. hands stroking your body lovingly as he rests his forehead atop yours, trying to catch his breath.

he grabs the hand on you have laid on his chest, trying to find the words to say. you beat him to it.

“i've waited so long for that."

he smiles down at you and nods in agreement, leaning down to peck your lips again. both of you are in awe, lovestruck and not sure what to do next.

then your giggling, nuzzling into him bashfully, "will you stay with me tonight, kento?" you ask and he hum instantly in agreement, grinning at your bashful state.

aj / annabelle, 22, writer for jjk ask/requests always open (: also just a struggling waitress so if u have the means and would like to - tips are very appreciated ♡

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jujutsu kaisen *ೃ༄

✧˚ geto suguru

⁀➷ when you call my name [☾] [✿] ⁀➷ cinnamon, honey, and sage [✩] [✿]

✧˚ satoru gojo

⁀➷ coming soon

✧˚ yuuta okkotsu

⁀➷ coming soon

✧˚ nanami kento

⁀➷ irrational fears & sweet confessions [✩][✿]

✧˚ inumaki toge

⁀➷ coming soon

✧˚ itadori yuuji

⁀➷ coming soon

✧˚ megumi fushiguro

despite being branded as a bakery it stayed open late and sold sake, and even though the cute owner that sat behind the counter would giggle and politely refuse to sell the two girls the alcohol — she always gave them an extra pastry and let them spill their teenage gossip to her.

we bought you a scone geto-sama... but we shared it on the way home nanako would admit with a half-guilty grin but you should really try it yourself anyways! the owner is very pretty and i promise it smells nice!

he'd scoff lovingly at this, but the more the pair gushed about the owner and her sweet attitude towards his girls, it had become a recurring thought. and since mimiko had gotten sick, and inevitably passed it on to nanako — he figured the girls deserved some cheering up as they were getting better.

suguru looks up, the neon sign reads magic shop in japanese, lighting up in a pink and purple hue with the words bakery & bar underneath.

the sun was setting now and the bell to the door rings softly, alerting you from the back of the shop to a new customer. though you were open for another hour you weren't expecting many more customers on a week night.

suguru observes the small building, comfortable booths line the wall, and the ceiling to floor windows are littered with hanging plants and vines. lights dim and colorful flood his vision while soft music meets his ears. the atmosphere is nice, calming even and suguru finds himself looking for something to be displeased with. he grunts when he can't find anything.

so far his girls were right, it does smell nice. yet he hasn't seen another person yet, until he hears small padding footsteps come to the front — you must be the sweet owner who gives away free treats.

your face is pleasant and welcoming as you take in his appearance, skin a bit hot as you observe the much taller man. his dark hair is long, half tied up into a bun and the rest cascading over his shoulders. he's wearing a black button up, sleeve rolled up and tucked into casual black slacks that accentuate his figure nicely. and he is handsome. god, is he handsome.

you let the thoughts drift away as his gaze looks a bit apprehensive before slowly approaching the counter.

"hi, welcome in." you greet softly, voice melodic and sweet and he can't help but rejoice a bit that you aren't overly cheery or theatrical. "were you looking for anything specific tonight?"

he finally stops right in front of counter, gaze boring down onto you as he studies you. "yes, actually." he responds, voice low and dreamy as he scans the window with the pastries. "two raspberry muffins, three cinnamon scones, a cheese danish, and a loaf of your homemade bread."

his recitation of the order is precise and memorized, and you can't help but let out a giggle to yourself before commenting, "you must be the protective hermit who looks after mimiko and nanako, yeah?" you ask as he looks at you with a slightly shocked expression. you giggle again, and he leans a bit closer instinctively at the sound. "their words, not mine.. it's geto, right?"

he nods in confirmation, for some reason introducing himself with his full name as you do the same. at your comment he actually lets out a small chuckle, a grin finally finding his face and actually meeting his eyes before he nods, "i suppose that would be me.. i don't find myself out much, i have.. sensitivities." he admits, in the middle of his sentence realizing he hadn't even grimaced at a certain smell yet. no. you smelt nice, inviting even — you smelt of cinnamon, honey, and... what was that?... a hint of sage maybe. not too sweet or overbearing. suguru mentally slapped himself for enjoying it as much as he did. "you knew that just by their order?"

you laugh again as you nod, beginning to grab his items before speaking. "yeah, they've become some of my favorite regulars. they typically order the same things — aside from the homemade bread." you tell him, "you must not have much of a sweet tooth." you observe as he nods in confirmation. "that's okay, i don't really either.."

"yet you run a bakery?" suguru quips, letting out a small laugh as you nod.

"and bar." you correct with a smirk, "i know, i see the irony, too. but baking was something i learned to love from someone who just.. meant a lot to me." you find yourself admitting for reasons unknown. why were you so easily telling this man things about yourself?

he can almost see you inner turmoil, but he can understand your passion — loving something because someone you loved also did. it was slightly heartwarming, and he could feel his past creeping up his throat a bit. he swallows it down.

you clear your throat. "oo, i know! i have a new item i'd like you to try.. it's a taro bun but i make it with a different herbal mix, not too sweet but not too bitter. i think you might like it." you suggest, placing two of the lilac colored buns into his now large packaged box that was decorated in your logo and littered in small doodled flowers.

typically suguru would flinch and disregard anyones assumption at what he might like, yet he found himself gravitating toward you. listening intently, and he even hoped you were right. then he could come back and give you his honest review.

was he seriously searching for a reason to see you again already? tsk. maybe his girls were right, you do seem quite intriguing and magnetic. he can't believe he's allowing himself to think this way about a non-sorcerer.

"speaking of, where have those two been? i haven't seen them the last week or so — i was starting to get worried." you ponder, ringing his total up on your register. typically any pry into his life would annoy him, but your concern seems genuine and leaves him curious.

"ah, mimiko seems to have caught an illness and of course, nanako got it from her." suguru explains, and you're worried gaze finds his and he is quick to reassure you. "they're both already on the mend, don't worry. they talk a lot about this place.. and you.." suguru begrudgingly admits, "i figured this would cheer them up a bit."

your face immediately blushes at the idea that he already knew about you prior. "hmm, that's very sweet of you... here, take some tonyu with you as well. they usually get a few boxes, but they always switch up the flavors." you tell him, and he's only just now realizing how attentive you've been to them while on their own. he finds himself grateful that they were in good hands. you give him four different flavors of the drinks.

you bag all of the items together and you both find yourself a little bit desperate to spend a bit more time in the other's presences. "say, what time does your shop close?" suguru finds himself speaking before his brain can process what he's doing.

you look up at him with big eyes, almost shocked before you stutter out an answer. "i close in about.. uhh.. 13 minutes." you tell him, not realizing how much time had passed. "why do you ask?"

"any chance you'll let a customer in after close to share some sake with?" he asks next, a sweet grin painting his face as you blush wildly. how had a human woo'd him so easily?

"hmm.. only for the handsome stranger i've heard so much about." you hum to yourself as his shoulders bob a bit though his laughter. "go to your girls, i'll have our drink ready when you get back." you smile warmly, and he thanks you.

not even twenty minutes later you see his silhouette approaching, and you go to unlock the door. as you pull it open, you see a small box in his hands and realize he's brought the taro buns with him.

“you’ve always been hard to predict.. hard to read.” suguru finds himself admitting as he takes a few steps forward, testing his limits. he used to say that was one of his favorite things about you.

you don’t retreat.

“hmph.” you halfway hum to yourself as you now find that you’re looking up at him. you ignore the pang in your chest at his admission, and his assumption that you’d attack him.

for a fleeting moment you can still see it there, on his face. that grin. where his eyes turn into small half moons, and crinkle a bit at the edges. head tilting slightly, and a hand finding purchase on the back of his neck to calm some bashful nerves. the one he gave when you complimented him. the same one he sent satoru after his flirtatious teasing. a look that made you feel lucky to be on the receiving end.

familiar.

instead you’re met with a solemn gaze, and a tight smile.

“what are you doing here, suguru?” you finally ask, voice soft and quiet. suguru finally looks into your eyes, the ones he and satoru used to tease were too big, and he sees it, too.

that look, the one that painted your face so often when seeing him and his old friend after a long mission. or a long day when they’d make you ramen and hold you close at night. it was soft, subtle. eyes shining and the corner of your mouth just barely tugged upwards. it was one expression you couldn’t hide. relief. happiness. fondness.

and all for the two of them.

maybe there was still a hint of it there. when you first saw him again. he wondered how often satoru still got to see it.

as quickly as the image came, it was gone again.

“how is it that you somehow force me to be so honest?” suguru quips, trying to evade your question and the sudden tightness in his chest. you tilt your head again.

bile builds in your throat. you don’t look forward to having to tell satoru about this later. he won’t say anything. he’ll reach his hand out, slot his fingers into yours, pull you into him. probably even lay a comforting kiss to your temple. but you can already see it — his shoulders dropping a centimeter, head tilting ever so slightly as the pain of the past weighs him down just a bit more. you shake the thought away.

there’s a long pause. all of the ghosts of what could have been. what should have been, hang thickly in the air. you think if you tried hard enough you could grab one. keep it close enough. hold onto it so tight your knuckles turn white. make it your reality. force this ending to be a distant nightmare in some faraway place.

it has never worked. you will grasp for them until your limbs give out and they will always slip through your fingers. and that is where they stay. lingering just close enough to taunt you, and far enough to torture you.

you ponder briefly if suguru has done the same.

it’s getting harder to breathe.

you wait. look up once.

look back down.

you take a bated breath.

“you still love us.” you finally conclude, followed by a heavy exhale. it isn’t a question, not a statement that needs confirmation.

this is an observation you know to be true. one you do not have to question because you and satoru still love him, too.

that is one thing that will remain the same.

you love him, too.

suguru sucks in a quick breath but releases it in the same moment. not willing to give himself away. not willing to give back.

why does he tortue himself this way?

finally, you look up at him once more. he is merely a few inches away now, and you can feel yourself being pulled in closer.

he was always this way. alluring. intoxicating. magnetic.

he stares down at you for what feels like an eternity. for a moment, he wonders what might happen if he reached out. would you pull away? lean into his touch? would it feel the same? would you try to convince him to stay? plead with him like you did before? beg for him to choose you both again? would you even shed a tear?

won’t you call his name, just once more?

“perhaps it is hard for me to stay away.” he confesses, voice low and melodic. tone not faltering. he does not confirm nor deny your statement.

he just leaves it there. hanging in the air and haunting you just as the rest of these ghosts.

and after a somber exhale, he turns his back to you slowly. walking away. footsteps heavy with burden and anguish. shoulders heaving a heart of unresolved feelings.

he leaves you again just as he did before.

he always leaves in the end.

and just as you have all the times before, when you believed him to be out of earshot, you speak.

just to say it again, while he’s still here. while it’s still genuine. just so you can hang onto it for a little while longer.

you had spent all night examining each pack member’s file, each hybrid had vastly different personalities, likes, dislikes, etc. - and you had to admit it was a lot to take in. you had also taken the time to search online and purchase all that you thought would be necessary in helping assimilate the hybrids into your home, new beds, dressers, food, utensils, etc. even scheduling reconstruction of your estate, updating the model and calculating up floor plans to change the biggest common room in the home in order to accommodate all seven of the hybrids, incase they wished to stay together in a bedroom where they could all fit comfortably. perhaps you were way too ahead of yourself, but that inheritance money needed to go somewhere.

it was now 3 hours before your scheduled time to meet the hybrids, and possibly sign their adoption papers. that is, if all parties want to be adopted by you. you scanned their files again.

name: kim seokjin (진)

birthdate: december 4, 1992

sign: sagittarius

age: 28 years

type: white-tailed dear

class: prey

role: care giver, protector

(tends to be subordinate, dominant traits)

as the oldest, kim seokjin falls into role of protector and caregiver naturally within the dynamics of his pack - trusting that there is no imminent danger. but outside of pack dynamics, he can fall into prey instincts quite quickly. this explains his dependance on wolf hybrid, kim namjoon. he shows more care- giving nature, resorting to protection in that case of the younger members more than the older predators.

seokjin enjoys spring, cooking, and familiarity. though he is quite outspoken and quick to defend, he is not the natural leader of the pack. he can be skeptical of humans, as in the wild, humans can be the deer populations top predator. he is respectful, intelligent, trustworthy, and resourceful. he is family orientated and selfless, as expected.

name: min yoongi (민윤기)

birthdate: march 9, 1993

sign: pisces

age: 27 years

type: black panther

class: apex predator

role: protector

(predominantly dominant traits)

as the second in age, and an apex predator, min yoongi is a fierce protector. maybe even sometimes to a fault. he doesnt shy away from threats, especially those directed toward his pack.

he is quiet, and quite reserved. he enjoys the piano, writing, and sleep. his harsh exterior is hard to break through as those within his pack are the only ones who have managed. he is quick to action. he, along with the instinctual pattern of his panther tendencies, sports an “act first, ask later” attitude. his counterpart, great dane hybrid, jung hoseok, helps balance this.

name: jung hoseok (정호석)

birthdate: february 18, 1994

sign: aquarius

age: 26 years

type: great dane

class: predator

role: protector

(predominantly dominant traits)

jung hoseok is the level headed protector, along with that of his successor in age, kim namjoon. as a domestic predator, he still sometimes falls into that category of protectee, but not inherently. in terms of owner, this is where his loyalty lies. where his instincts decide protection is needed most, as his pack members know how to protect themselves.

his personality is very bright, and quite bubbly. he is easy to talk to and offers sensible advice. his is found to be a bit goofy, and tends to lift the packs spirits when needed. hobbies include primarily dancing, and writing. he enjoys deep thinking.

name: kim namjoon (김남준)

birthdate: september 12, 1994

sign: virgo

age: 26 years

type: black timber wolf

class: apex predator

role: protector

(predominantly dominant traits)

kim namjoon is the packs natural leader. though he isn’t the oldest, he seems to be the one they look to for answers. in terms of owners, it seems he will display what’s best for his pack while keeping his own desires hidden. but much like his descendant, the domesticated hybrid, he will still put owner first when accepted as part of said pack. he is exceptionally intelligent and wise, violence isn’t his first instinct - but it is still a prominent trait.

though he is the leader, and can sport a hard and critical exterior, he has been observed to show a quite fun and loving side. as ancestor to the domesticated hybrid, he shows immense loyalty. sporting a bond for an owner that cannot be broken once trust is established. he can be very playful, he loves to read, and write music. he enjoys stimulating conversation.

name: park jimin (박지민)

birthdate: october 13, 1995

sign: libra

age: 25 years

type: calico cat

class: predator

role: protectee

(both dominant and subordinate traits)

though a predator, he is domestic, and when his instincts don’t call for action - park jimin knows he is protected by his elder counterparts. with this knowledge, he falls into the role of protectee quite effortlessly. though, he does show protector qualities when it comes to their youngest, jeon jungkook.

he is feisty and argumentative, but exceptionally loving. as a domesticated hybrid, he can be quite lazy and enjoys lots of rest but displays many burst of energy that seem to stimulate the rest of the pack. he enjoys singing, and is extremely affectionate - unafraid to show his affection for those he trusts.

name: kim taehyung (김태형)

sign: capricorn

birthdate: december 30, 1995

age: 25 years

type: bengal tiger

class: apex predator

role: inconclusive

(both dominant and subordinate traits)

as an apex predator, kim taehyung should fall into category of protector. over years of observation, the hybrid is willing protect but doesn’t display it prominently. as he is just as easily protected by his elders as that of counterpart, park jimin. and much like him, he will fall to defense of youngest, jeon jungkook, quickly. but his position remains inconclusive as he displays traits of both equally. the dynamic still works with the pack seamlessly.

he can seem quiet upon first meetings, but the hybrid is quite playful and excitable - especially with his agemate and younger counterpart. he likes to protect and be protected. he is an art connoisseur and seems to always be collecting new knowledge where he can find it.

name: jeon jungkook (전정국)

sign: virgo

birthdate: september 1, 1997

age: 23 years

type: rabbit

class: prey

role: protectee

(predominantly subordinate traits, does occasionally show dominant qualities)

youngest, jeon jungkook, falls into category of protectee quite easily. as prey, and categorically falling so low on the tree, it makes sense that his predator pack members would shield him. but he also shows fervent attachment to prey, kim seokjin.

the youngest can be rather shy when it comes to those who may or may not pose a threat, the ambiguity alone is enough to trigger is prey instincts. though, within his pack, those he trusts, he is extremely impulsive and affectionate. he also enjoys music, and singing, along with drawing and creating art. he is very lovable and fun.

* all pack members have experienced past neglect, abuse, and trauma.

each file was as meticulous as you could expect it to be, giving you the rundown of their diets, habits, personalities, etc. you heart stung at the last sentence and the realization that they had been observed for years, meaning they had been in the shelter for years.

though the idea was a bit overwhelming, you had to admit reading about them felt like a little glimpse into who they were - and you were suddenly very hopeful you’d be able to adopt them all.

though that didn’t come without nerves, you skimmed over each file, realizing then that even the youngest was a year older than you. you hoped your age wouldn’t pose a problem to seeing you in the light of owner, as someone they could look to for help or protection. you wiped away the thought, saving it for when it happened instead of creating a problem that didn’t exist yet.

looking up at the clock, you decided you should get ready. putting the files away into your bag neatly, you climbed up the stairs to the room you had made you own. wearing your hair down and applying a light layer of make up, you decided you should look somewhat presentable.

you didn’t know why you were so nervous suddenly, discarding outfit after outfit before realizing you were about to be late and finally deciding on a pair of loose jeans and a fitted sage green top. you hoped you looked as friendly as possible.

finally, you made it to the shelter, letting out a heavy breath and turning your car off - you tried to ease your nerves. you greeted yeosang at the front desk once again, along with dr. park as they directed you to the “interview deck.” there you found mingi, waiting for you with a stack of papers.

“y/n!” he called happily as he wrapped you in a firm embrace and you paid him a sweet smile. seven sets of ears perked up on the other side of the door, growing anxious as the seven boys paid each other glances. their skin buzzing wildly. “they’re all inside now. knowing you, i’m sure you did extensive research... i’m confident they’ll love you.” mingi reassured, as you stayed quiet. “whenever you’re ready.” he finally spoke, moving out of the way as you finally let out the breath you were holding.

you gripped the handle before thinking fuck it, and twisting it completely, stepping inside almost silently.

you can’t say you had expected the hybrids to look the way they did as you started at them wide-eyed, the moment seeming to move in slow motion as the tingling feeling you felt the day before returned, except it was incredibly more intense.

“hi -” you tried to speak before a large body came crashing into yours, almost knocking the wind of out you as you stumbled slightly. the tall boy wrapped his long arms over you shoulders, burying his face into your neck. you could feel him smiling against you skin.

“i’m so glad you came back for us.” the small voice rang out muffled against your hot skin. heartbeat thumping rapidly, and you know they could all hear it with their heightened senses. as you scanned the group, six set of eyes watching you intently, you noticed the only pair of ears missing were those of the bunny you met the day prior

“of course i came back.” you muttered softly, returning his embrace as he exhaled into you at the contact of your arms joining around his toned waist. you can’t say you figured the bunny would be so tall and broad, he clearly worked out to maintain his figure, perhaps to make up for being prey.

“jungkookie, let her breathe.” a deep voice echoed. the tone so deep and domineering you almost shook.

“right.” the younger boy laughed, pulling away with a deep blush that matched your own. “sorry.” he breathed out.

“that’s okay...” you whispered softly. “it’s nice to finally meet you properly, jungkook.” you finish, genuinely, giving him a happy smile and watching the tension fall out of his broad shoulders.

the owner of the deeper voice had now stood and was approaching confidently. gaze trained and focused on your much smaller frame, as you looked up at him towering about you, tall and strong.

his eyes raked your figure, petite and short, even shorter than jimin - and his instincts were screaming at him to protect you and usher you even further into the room, away from any possible danger. he ignored it, for now.

you observed his ashy black ears and tail, the traits matching his shaggy hair perfectly. “you must be, namjoon.” you concurred, as he tilted his head, just like a wolf would. his gaze made you squirm a bit.

“yes, that’s me.” he nodded, gesturing toward the chair sat directly in front of the couch that seven of them were sat on. “please.” he said firmly, as you nodded. finally, taking a seat and feeling a bit more at ease. “this is seokjin, our oldest” he spoke for the group, gesturing to the broad shouldered man on the far side of the couch, closest to the door. there was an empty spot next to him from where namjoon had just stood.

his skin was fair and spotless, and his clean cut dark hair was adorned with a pair of clean antlers. his plump lips formed in a small u-shaped smile as he bid you a polite nod that you returned.

“hoseok,” he introduced next. referring now to the honey-skinned great dane hybrid. he seemed to be bursting at the seems with energy but hid it well, despite his tail wagging quickly - grey/brown ears perking upward.

“hello!” he cheered happily, taking all of his energy and focussing it on not wrapping you in a tight embrace, much like jungkook had. he could smell you so vividly, they all could.

“hi!” you giggled a bit, his ears turning toward the noise. “it’s nice to meet you.” you both beam. you think maybe he was made by the sun itself, at how much warmth and happiness he radiates.

“yoongi.” he spoke next, just as the man next to hobi swatted the great dane’s wagging tail with a small snarl. he barely tilted his head back at you, seemingly uninterested in the whole encounter.

“jimin.” he said next, sending yoongi a death glare that the panther pointedly ignored. you smiled genuinely at the panther, before looking to jimin.

“ah, yes! we met yesterday as well.” you cheer softly as jimin cracked a proud smile at your acknowledgement, leaning forward to shake your free hand and place a quick kiss to it.

“i’m glad you’re here.” jimin spoke hushed, before letting your hand go and smirking at your blush, only nodding your head to him.

“and you’ve met jungkook,” he spoke next as the bunny waved at you again, one ear flopping down, long hair falling into his eyes. you waved back and he smiled brightly.

“and then finally, taehyung.” namjoon introduced last, as you face the last hybrid. his skin was tanned and soft, and his dark hair parted down the middle in soft waves. you could see his bengal features in his eyes. he paid you a respectful smile, reaching forward to shake your hand formally.

“it’s lovely to meet you.” he said, voice just as deep as namjoon’s, laced with a low purr. you gave another small smile, face tense.

“and you, taehyung.” you replied, as his soft hand let go of your own. namjoon let out a breath and sat down in his previous place as you met all of their gaze once more, only yoongi’s was trained on the floor. they looked expectant.

“i take it mingi has told you most of it, but my name’s y/n. i own an estate off the countryside, it’s quiet there. and, to be entirely honest with you, i never saw myself adopting a hybrid in general.. let alone seven but... i want to give you a proper home, and the freedom you deserve. if you’ll let me.” you spoke softly, but loud enough for each hybrid to hear. they studied your features, and the growing heat of their skin, staring quizzically.

“if you -“ you started speaking just as namjoon did. you chuckled lightly. “go ahead.” you gesture.

“would it be alright if we asked you some questions?” namjoon asked respectful, as you immediately nod your head in approval.

“of course. anything at all.” you encourage as you met seokjin’s trained gaze.

“not to be.. abrupt or rude, but, how old are you, y/n?” seokjin asked, voice melodic and pretty.

“oh, i-i’m 22... i know i’m younger than you all, but i can confidently say i can provide for you. i had to grow up pretty quickly.” you admit, and the boy take note of that last thought. namjoon wonder’s why but chooses not to pry. fore now.

“i trust you.” seokjin spoke, ceasing your explanation as the two of you held a piercing gaze until you nodded to him - silently thanking him.

“what do you do?” hoseok asked next, leaning forward a bit and smiling. they watch your expression beam a bit at the question.

“i’m an artist! i - i work from home so i’ll be able to devote as much time to each of you as possible, if that’s what you want, of course.” you tell him happily, reflecting on your work as he takes note of every expression you make.

“an artist? kookie likes to draw a lot, too!” jimin explained, wrapping an arm around jungkook’s shoulders and ruffling his hair as the boys laughed.

“i’d love to see your work sometime.” you admit sweetly as jungkook blushes. the rest of the boys ask you basic questions abbot your life, why you’re here, all except yoongi.

the conversation dwindles quite naturally before yoongi finally speaks up, “so why would a 22 year old girl want to adopt seven hybrids? what are your intentions?” yoongi’s voice is laced with venom, his question makes you sit straight as your gazes finally meet.

the two of you stare at one another, studying the other’s gaze, trying to read them. both parties becoming inwardly frustrated when they fail.

though hoseok gives yoongi’s thigh a squeeze in quiet warning, he also looks at you expectantly. along with the five other boys. you take in a deep breath.

“just like you, i have to gain your trust just as much as you have to gain mine. if you give me a chance, let me get to know you and in turn get to know me - i think i can give you what the seven of you need. a home... a safe haven... i want to be that for you, if you’ll let me. i’ve been blessed with the resources to do so. my heart aches at the thought of the seven of you being here for so long, and there is no string of words that i can say to even begin to ease the burden of what you’ve been through, but i want to try. i want to understand. and i want the seven of you... if you want me, too.” you answered honestly, voice lower as you start at the floor, rolling your hands together.

you finally look back up at yoongi whose dark gaze has now softened. previous potentials who had even considered meeting all seven of the hybrids would give up on them at yoongi’s harsh tone and hot attitude - using it as an excuse to decline their adoption. but you didn’t. you met his words with sincerity and kindness, and it’s not something any of them had experienced. and the fact that you hadn’t given up yet, spoke wonders to the seven of them.

they all shared a knowing glance, “okay... we want you, too.” namjoon finally spoke, as you broke into a happy smile.