#jongkook

“Going in from the back won’t guarantee that the hybrids are safe, I won't risk their lives just because we are after the money” your voice was low and angry. You couldn’t believe that your colleagues were this unreasonable. Taeyongs torch lit up the map of the ground plan. “Come on, you really care about some fucked out animals? This is a big amount of money, if they get away, it’s on you” Yuta spat and you grew even angrier. How little mean helpless hybrids to this asshole?

“Watch your mouth, I’m still your superior. And I’m saying we are going east. I want no hybrid dead, do you understand?” A collective groan chimed and you nodded to yourself. Ever since you were promoted your colleagues started to act like children, mad that they weren’t promoted, but you could have cared less. Your promotion brought bigger cases and better payment.

“Go! We’re going in” you signaled and your team followed suit. The footsteps could be heard as the team rushed towards the east entrance. You pondered if the hybrids inside were aware of the soon to come help. The bar was located east, as the backstage area was at the back.

Hybrids are poor little souls, made by humanity to be humiliated. Owning a hybrid is like owning a modern day slave, they’re not human therefore they’re not to be treated with the same rights. The authorities like to generalize the way people treat hybrids, though it was clear as day that not everyone treated hybrids with the love they deserved.

The team spread quite fast, Haechan and you reached the backstage area. The door was locked but he was quick to pick the lock. As soon as the door opened sounds of whimpering and afraid pleads could be heard. Light illuminated the room as you reached the switch. What you saw made you angry, really angry. A gun was being pointed to a hybrid's head. “One more step and I'll kill them all, starting with this fucker” you gulped as you took a good look at the distraught boy.

He had a black eye and a busted lip, the hair on top of his head was tousled and trenched in blood, probably due to a blow to the head. His cheeks wet with tears, you couldn’t stand it.

“Okay, listen here. Let him go and you can take me as a hostage, alright? He did nothing wrong” the boy fixed his gaze on you, not believing what he was hearing. Why would a human try to help him? Why would this winsome woman try to protect a person like him? He couldn’t think of a way to explain it.

“Hey, are you okay? Calm down and listen to me, everything’s going to be alright” you aimed for the frightened boy. “Stop talking to the rat. I’ll kill him” he spat and your hand started to tremble in fury. “Fine, this is how it’s going to go. You’re going to let him go, unscathed or I’ll put a bullet in your head”

His mind started to do rounds as he thought about your threat. The grip on the hybrid loosened and he was fast to wring his way out of the man's grasp. It seemed as if his skinny legs wouldn’t be able to hold his weight but he charged towards you.

His hands clawed into your jacket as he leaned his head on your back, trying to catch his breath. “It’s alright” you whispered, not sure if he heard you.

Haechan and Jaemin were quick to put him in cuffs and get his sorry ass outside. JK, that was his name, has already calmed down as you took him to a table near the entrance. “Are you alright?” you asked quietly, trying not to frighten him any further. He nodded, not meeting your eyes. “Joy, can you get me a paramedic?” She hurried outside to get one. You wanted him to be taken care of. “But he’s a hybrid,” the woman stated in disbelief. “You’re going to do your job, aren’t you?” You couldn’t understand it.

JK studied you, trying to find your motive. Why are you so kind, so caring even? Humans being kind to hybrids without an ulterior motive was rare and almost petrifying. He couldn’t read you, but he was more than grateful that you were willing to help him, no one would’ve.

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The Euphoria club has been running in all its glory again. The raid didn’t affect people's pleasure of abusing hybrids in the slightest, sadly. The thought of arresting every person in that club pleased you, sadly it wasn’t reality.

The last few weeks you’ve been thinking about him, JK. You couldn’t help but feel sad everytime your mind went back to him. The image of his frightened form with a gun pointed to his head came back to you, over and over again. Everytime you close your eyes you see the fear, the pain and the pleas to help him out of this hellhole. You couldn’t do anything though, he wasn’t your hybrid and his owners weren’t breaking any laws.

You sighed as you changed your clothes, life is unfair.

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The rain pours down heavily, soaking your clothes almost completely before you reach your apartment door. The dim light at the entrance let you see your shoes and nothing more, this damn lightbulb needed to be changed. Your hair was soaking wet and cold, freezing you to death. Just moments before your hand plugged the hairdryer into the socket you heard a light knock.

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, your eyebrows furrowed. Then again, a faint knock, louder than the first one sounded through the apartment. With fast steps you marched towards the front door. You opened the door just to be met with a person you expected to never see again. “JK?” you whispered as his bloodshot eyes met yours. His face is coated in a mix of yellow and purple, they hit him more. “What are you doing here?” you whispered again, disbelief made itself present. He ran away, that’s what he did.

“I couldn’t do it anymore,” he whispered back. His voice trembled in the cold and you’re quick to open the door more, to let the poor boy inside, inside to warm up. “God, come in, you must be freezing” you took his icy hand and pulled him inside. “You’re so cold, wait here, I’ll get you a towel” his lips were blue and his hair stuck to his forehead.

After giving him something to dry himself off you dragged him to the kitchen. “Sit down and tell me what happened” he followed your command as you started to make some tea.

“I ran away,” he muttered with trembling hands. You figured as much. “I thought about you a lot. The way you treated me made me crave it more. I’ve had enough of being beaten and locked up. I want to be free” he answered with desperation painted in his brown eyes, you sighed. This was bad, he ran away. He could be put down if they found him and his owner didn’t want him anymore. “You are the only one I could think of who is able to help me. Please don’t bring me back” he pleaded. You placed the warm cup in his hands. He winced a bit at the sudden contact, making you put it on the table next to him instead.

Tears coated his cheeks once more. What are you supposed to do? “Alright, how about a warm meal. How does that sound?” his big brown eyes stared at you, unsure how to respond. “What would you like? I could make you some ramen” his ears perk up at the sound of food. He must’ve been starving “I take that as a yes”

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So there you two sat, on the couch in silence. You weren’t such a social person unless your job required you to be. He kept his hands on his knees and his eyes trained on the parquet floor. You had your knees clasped in your arms and your chin resting on top of them. You sighed. “I’m not quite sure what to do with you”

His eyes found yours just to fall to the floor again. “I could clean for you if you let me stay,” he tried. You leaned your head to the right as you looked at him. The thought of him cleaning your apartment like a slave made your insides turn. You didn’t like it. He couldn’t even go out and get a job because him running away made this whole situation exacerbating.

“You could start with putting your plate in the dishwasher,” you said. His head snapped up, eyes surprised. You were sure that he expected you to turn him away, telling him to leave. “You can have a blanket and the couch for tonight.” You pet his knee as you stood up. “Let’s talk about everything tomorrow.” you paused “The bathroom is down the hall”

He laid there, tears in his eyes. A small smile made itself evident on his face as he took a deep breath. It was silent in your living room, no one cried, no one threatened someone to sleep or do something they didn't want to do. It was quiet and the blanket smelled like vanilla. A quiet sob left his mouth as he closed his eyes, he was free.

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The next morning you washed up and made your way to the living room to check on JK. He was sitting by the window, staring down on the busy streets. “Good morning” you offered. He turned around, eyes puffy and a small smile on his face.

“How did you sleep?” You continued. He stood from the couch and walked over to the dining table. “Coffee?” You offered. He huffed “I slept great, your couch is comfortable and I’d like a coffee, thank you” you nodded and got the coffees ready.

You sat down as well. “So, are you feeling better?” He nodded and took a sip from his cup. “A lot,” he answered. “What happened?” You needed to know and he knew that. He shifted in his seat, trying to conceal his awkwardness.

“There was a man, a client.” He started, he couldn’t meet your eyes. “He was rough, really rough. He wanted me to do things, horrible things.” He stopped to swallow. “I couldn’t do it. I ran” he finished, tears evident.

“I followed you from the police station.” He added. You weren’t angry, not at all. You were glad that he felt like he could trust you, like you would help him. It wrenched your heart, the pain he must feel.

“I’m glad you did,” you said. His eyes met yours in a confused manner. “You’re not upset?” He asked, clearly confused. He just couldn’t get you.

“Why would I?” You shifted your weight a bit. “Why would I be upset that you felt like I could help you out?”

He cupped his mug and looked at you again. “Some may say I’m a burden.” You shook your head no. “Not me, I’m glad you trust me” he nodded.

Not that he had any other options but you were glad he took the chance as soon as he saw it.

“Don’t you have to work?” He broke the silence. You chuckled “it’s Sunday, I don’t work on Sundays.” He nodded. It was awful, the way you two were awkward with each other. How great, an introvert together with an introvert.

“I’ll ask a friend to bring some clothes, you can’t stay in those” you stood to put the mugs away and called your friend. It rang three times until he answered “What’s up?” He answered his phone. “Hey, Joon. I’m craving your wardrobe” you laughed. He chuckled, “Do you even have time to wear anything other than your uniform?” It was getting harder to coax Namjoon into lending you his stuff.

“Come on buddy, just a few shirts and a pair of sweatpants” he sighed and complied. “Alright, I’ll bring them tomorrow” you hummed in agreement. “Leave them with Arthur in the lobby and I’ll get it in the evening” he sighed “You’re working so much, there’s no time for me” you rolled your eyes playfully. “I’m free on Tuesday, let’s go eat” he cheered and accepted. “You shall be forgiven, I’ll see you on Tuesday”

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