Summary: You weren't sure how it happened so quick. One day you were living your normal life, living on your own in the city, the next your asshole ex boyfriend shows up and you both get kidnapped. But maybe this wasn't an accident and these 7 really attractive men actually have a plan for you.
Genre and Warnings: Mafia BTS, smut, angst, fluff, non idol au, kidnapping, MDNI 18+
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❀ Summary: In a world overrun by hybrids, after years of surviving alone in the wild, Y/N does everything she can to be reunited with her family -- whether they're dead or alive. One fateful night, everything goes to shit. Her only intel? Gone. Her freedom? Also gone.
❀ A/N: SHE'S FINALLY HEREEEEE!!!!!!! oh my gosh this took so so long and im so so sorry T_T i was busy with uni and then i couldn't decide which direction to take this chapter to </3 we're finally getting to know a little bit more about more of the members!!! i hope yall are ready ;) as always, thank you for reading and for sticking around <3 i'll see some of you either on the next chapter, or at the next chapter for red hood <3
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Machinery whirs throughout the clinic, the clicking of keys, soft murmurs and the never-ending pitter-patter of footsteps stretch outwards, drifting together into what resembles a lullaby, one that seeps through your bones until you learn to sway with it, entranced by and accustomed to it as it continues to travel through sterile hallways, whispering past closed doors, slipping through open windows, until it finally comes to a rest at the office which sits in the dimly lit east wing.
Two men work silently, groggily flipping through file after file. They’re swallowed in the soft cadence of scribbling pens, weary sighs and the ceaseless ticking of a clock. A set of ears twitch as pen meets paper with harsh strokes, pointedly stabbing sheet after sheet with aggressive vigour.
Clearing his throat, Hoseok carefully takes another sheet. His shoulders are stiff, there is an ache in his lower back, and he craves the kick of caffeine so badly he starts to hallucinate it on the tip of his tongue. His eyes scan over the paper, double-checking the paragraphs on it as he reaches for a binder, neatly placing the document into a plastic wallet before rolling his chair towards a shelf, stashing the papers away, and rolling back to his desk.
“If only they brought her in sooner, we could’ve actually done something more—”
“It’s not your fault, Doctor,” Hoseok rasps out, “She’s lucky enough to have been sent here at all.”
His thoughts repeatedly drift to their newest patient. He feels the guilt building up in his chest, he feels the sorrow tugging at his heart and he has to rapidly blink the tears away before they can blur his vision again. Scars piled upon scars, bruises decorated her from head to toe, her hair knotted into clumps where blood had dried. He’d seen many awful cases in his two short years at the clinic, but this—this was entirely different.
Absentmindedly, he rubs over the scratch on his arm, hissing at the slight burn of it.
It took hours just to get her to calm down before they could sedate her and treat her injuries.
Shaking his head, his gaze lands on the doctor, who for what was probably the fifteenth time in the span of twenty minutes, sighs again. He watches his mentor, noticing how his face seems to have aged a couple of years as the lights dull his features, dragging shadows across tired skin.
Dr Jones sighs, again, and begins to reach for his bag.
“Where are you going?” Hoseok’s voice carries a note of suspicion as he watches the man pack his belongings.
His mentor simply nods towards the clock, before focusing on stuffing his laptop into an already half full bag.
“Oh-” Hoseok blinks, twirling a pen in his hand. “I didn’t realise it was this late already.”
Dr Jones’ eyebrows scrunch together as his lips stretch into a thin line, “We’ve had a busy day – you should get going too, Jeong.”
“I suppose you’re right, sir.” He sighs out, reaching for his own belongings. Not that he had many in the first place – a crappy government-issued laptop and three pens, to be exact.
Like clockwork, Hoseok slung his bag over his shoulders, stepped out and watched as Dr Jones busily switched the irritating lights off and closed the office door. A short but melodic beep sounded out, indicating that the door wouldn’t open without their keycards. But more importantly, indicating the end of another long and gruelling day.
“What are your plans for tonight then?” He asked as they began walking down the hall, hands in pockets, shoulders hunched.
Dr Jones shrugged, groaning as he rolled his head back. “I think I’m gonna finish up the paperwork, then annoy the missus a bit. You?”
The hybrid copied his mentor’s action, hissing at the stiffness in his joints. “Not sure. I’ll probably finish watching my show.”
“You still haven’t finished it?”
He shook his head with a smile.
“Seriously?” Dr Jones laughed, “I guess you’ll have to binge it tonight then. I don’t want you doing any more work tonight, Hoseok.”
“I wasn’t planning on it. After today, I feel like I need a week to recover.”
As the two approached the ward, Hoseok slowed his steps. Even now, the fox hybrid was on his mind.
“You’re thinking again,” Dr Jones points out.
Shaking his head, Hoseok tries to rid his mind of her, if even at least for a moment. It’ll take time for her to wake up, let alone recover – going to check up on her would be pointless. Yet the memory of her scars and bruises keeps flooding his mind, like a poison that won’t go away no matter how many antidotes he takes.
“It’s nothing.” He finally mutters.
The doctor continues to watch his student, the two stood in the middle of the hallway. He briefly glances at the long stretch of windows behind him, eyes immediately finding the resting fox. Tight straps keep her bound to the crappy hospital bed, clearly intended to prevent anymore accidents.
It has only been a couple of hours since she’d arrived, but Hoseok already seemed to be deeply affected by her.
“You know,” He starts, “You can always go in and sit beside her, talk to her.” Hoseok opens his mouth, a retort dying on his tongue, “Maybe familiarising yourself with her will… Help.”
The two stand in a tense silence, their sights hovering on the unconscious, bruised hybrid.
The whir of machinery and soft murmurs of background conversations fill the space between them. In the moment, it’s hard to differentiate between all the different sounds, as each footstep, each huff and breath, each beat of the heart monitor seems to attack Hoseok’s senses.
The golden retriever briefly glances at his mentor, ignoring the concerned look in his eye, and clears his throat, “Fine, fine, I’ll go to her. See if anything’s changed since last time.”
Dr Jones says nothing, simply nodding, waiting for the hybrid to take the first step.
When he does no such thing, the man rolls his eyes.
“A’ight. I’ll see you tomorrow. I expect an update on that show of yours – what was it called again?”
“Dexter.” Hoseok muses.
“Yeah, that. Binge it, relax, and update me on it tomorrow.” The doctor pats Hoseok’s shoulder, his hand heavy with a comforting warmth. “And get home safe, ‘kay?”
“Yessir.” Hoseok does a mock salute, watching Dr Jones’ figure until it disappears behind the front doors, becoming one with the darkness outside. His smile fades as he turns back towards the glass, towards the girl. A small scowl grows on his face. For two years now, he’s been treating abused and abandoned hybrids. For two years, he’s felt this hole in his chest slowly grow, day by day, patient after patient. Were all humans truly this cruel? Was Dr Jones just a one off?
He shakes his head, as if doing so would remove his thoughts entirely, but he knows better. And so, he begins a slow pace towards the front door, secretly looking forward to his binging session and the tub of chocolate ice cream that eagerly awaits him at home. But one thought lingers in his mind…
She’s just like any other patient.
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“Come on Taehyung! Let Hobi-hyung do his job!” Jimin’s voice called out as he pulled on the tiger hybrid’s waist, using every ounce of strength within him to pull the younger male through the door.
“But what if something happens?!” Taehyung breathes out through his struggle, his knuckles whitening as his grip on the doorframe tightens. There was no way he was leaving – not now, not ever. He grunted as he pulled himself further into the room, the bed where the human rested just a couple of steps away.
Hoseok had been working diligently on keeping the human warm and comfortable, fiddling with a suture kit as the younger hybrids argued, but even he — the epitome of patience — was growing weary. A small furrow crackled between his brows, watching as her skin grew paler and her breaths shallower with every minute. His concern and discomfort grew and tugged at his chest the longer he sat around, suture kit spun uselessly in his hands.
“She’ll be fine! Hobi-hyung is taking care of her!” Jimin exclaimed, voice strained and muscles working overtime as Taehyung continued resisting. It was only a matter of time before the tiger would slip out of his grasp, rushing back over to that damned human—
As the two continued their struggle against one another, a shadow slowly grew over their faces. Accompanied by faint steps, the room grew silent.
It was when Taehyung had finally wrought his way out of Jimin’s hold that he noticed it. His blood burned against the confines of his veins, pumping dizzyingly fast until there was only one thing and one thing only which he could focus on – which was now fully blocked off by a solid wall of flesh and clothes.
Jimin gulped harshly, his grip on Taehyung easing as his eyes settled on the view before him. To see Hoseok annoyed was rare, but to see him pissed off? Now that was cause for concern. Taking a step back, the fox hybrid hoped to avoid the irritated gaze of his hyung.
“You need to go, Taehyung. I need to treat her arm,” His voice was strained as he loomed over the two, “And quite frankly, you grumbling and growling in my ear prevents me from being able to do just that.” He continued, jabbing a finger at Taehyung’s forehead.
Stepping away, Hoseok knew neither of the two would dare move another step. Slipping a pair of gloves on, his brows pulled taut, the latex smacking harshly against his skin as if to emphasise his point.
“B- But hyung—”
“No ifs, buts or maybes. Go sort yourself out. Take a shower. Change your clothes – you stink,” He added pointedly, scrunching his face in disgust, “Eat something. She’ll be all patched up by the time you’re back and then you can have her all to yourself.”
Hoseok continued to keep an eye on the younger hybrid, watching as the gears turned behind his eyes.
“He’s right, Tae,” Jimin nodded, leaning over his friend’s shoulder. “You could risk infecting her with whatever germs you picked up in the woods. Hyung needs a calm, sterile environment.”
Taehyung remained motionless, his pupils blown wide in the dimly lit room. He knew they were right, and yet something kept telling him – no, insisting – to stay. It was a feeling. A feeling that burrowed deep in his chest, gradually clawing its way out, setting his impulses free and clouding his better judgement.
But his thinking was rational – surely – he had every right to want to watch the process, to be by her side, to make sure she’s okay. It was his fault that she got hurt in the first place. So wouldn’t it be cruel for him to leave her alone? Wouldn’t it be cruel to leave her vulnerable?
Everyone knew of Hoseok’s aversion to humans. He never bothered to hide it. What if he… Did something to her? What if he decided he would hurt her? As some sort of revenge against humanity?
“She’s perfectly safe here, Tae. Hobi-hyung knows what he’s doing—"
“As a matter of fact, it isn’t safe. He hates humans.” He spat out.
The retriever hybrid took a step back, as if the words themselves had a physical impact on him.
“Everyone knows this. He’s never bothered to hide it, so how can I be sure she’s safe?” Taehyung continued, sounding stern, his voice growing deeper with every word.
An old, familiar warmth ran through Hoseok’s veins. His heartbeat grew louder, pounding mercilessly against his eardrums, but having little effect against the tiger’s words.
“What does he do when he sees or even hears the mention of humans? He throws a face and walks off.” Taehyung was right. He had a valid reason for wanting to stay, surely his hyung couldn’t argue against that— “He snarls like they’re the dirt under his shoe, like they have personally hurt him. Killed his loved ones—"
“Taehyung!”
“Don’t talk so confidently on shit you’ve got no idea about.” Hoseok spat out. Something ugly coiled in his gut as he stared at his gloved hands, brows pulled taut. “Just because I don’t bend over backwards for her, it doesn’t mean I’ll fucking hurt her—” He paused, sucking in a deep, harsh breath through his teeth, “I’m a doctor, for fucks sake. I took an oath.” I promised him. “Whether she’s a hybrid or a human or a sea snail, I’ll treat her to the best of my ability. So now, get the hell out or I swear I’ll drag you by the—”
“W- We get it, hyung. C- Come on Tae—”
The tiger hybrid seemed almost pliant under Jimin’s hands as they dragged him out. Whatever fight there was that’d burned in his body, it had all been snuffed out by Hoseok’s momentary cold-snap. Neither of the hybrids had even heard him speak like this before, yet alone swear—
As the door swung open, Taehyung took one last glance at the human, majority of her figure hidden by an angry golden retriever of a hybrid. Jimin’s hands eagerly dragged him out, desperate to escape whatever wrath the tiger had unwrapped.
“H- Hey, what are you—” Jimin’s voice fell short as he looked at his friend.
“Hyung, let me stay with her when you’re done,” Taehyung spoke, his pupils blown wide as he pleaded with his elder. “I want to make sure she’ll be okay—"
The door shut with a earache-inducing slam. On one side, Hoseok stood motionless, chest rapidly heaving up and down as he listened to the tigers’ pleas from the other side.
“You can come back when I’m done.”
As the pairs of footsteps grew distant, he was left to stew in his scalding state.
Hoseok had known the tiger for years – much longer than he knew Dr Jones – yet the man had never managed to hit a nerve in him like this before. Sure, he avoided any mention of humans like the plague – but to accuse him of intending to hurt one?
Taehyung had crossed a line, and all three of them knew it.
The two would have to talk things out, but as of the current state of things, Hoseok had to school his expression, shove his fermenting frustrations deep down, and focus.
His expression soured as he turned to look at her – asleep, blissfully unaware of the turmoil brewing in his home.
He’d rather be anywhere but here, in such close proximity.
Even after all these years, the stench of human blood made him sick.
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The ward was silent. Not the kind of peaceful silence you find in an office or the blissful quiet of a sunny afternoon paired with an iced coffee. It was the kind of quiet that had your stomach knotting in different spots, it was the kind of quiet where others around you could hear even the brief swallowing of pooling spit in your mouth, the kind of quiet that made you want to be swallowed up by the panelled floor beneath your feet.
Hoseok had barely stepped foot into the room, but his patient was already all over him – wide eyed, a big grin stretching across her face the moment his reddish-brown hair broke the reigning white of the room.
“You came back!” She exclaimed, earning irritated glances from multiple other occupants. As usual, she ignored them, opting to silently wait for Hoseok to approach her side whilst her tail swished back and forth.
The smile he wanted to return barely made a crack across his face. He could feel the muscles twitch in exertion, and for a moment he wanted to simply stop. To not respond. To walk right out of that room and never return. But he had to. He promised.
“Of course I’m back. Where else would I go?” He asked, feigning amused annoyance as he rounded her bed, checking her vitals.
The fox gave a small shrug of her shoulders, eyes narrowing as she observed his every move. “Where were you last night?”
Hoseok gritted his teeth. Not in anger, but in silent prevention.
“Oh, I had the evening off.”
“What did you do?”
Prepared for a funeral. “Just the usual – made dinner, watched Dexter. I also went through some documents.” He didn’t want to go in depth. He feared that his true emotions would come to the surface, at which point he’d have little control over anything that would happen there on after.
The fox girl – fuck, he needed to stop calling her that – Rita nodded, though he could tell she didn’t believe a single word that came out of his mouth. After all, she didn’t survive up ‘till now on honesty and naivety. Still, Rita remained silent, observing.
“What about you?” Hoseok finally asked, bringing a chair towards the side of her bed – the side on which her bandaged and stitched arm rested.
“Oh, just the usual,” She was mocking him. He could tell by that playful look in her eye – too bad he wasn’t in a joking mood. “Took a short walk around the clinic, ate shitty hospital food, watched the news.”
The retriever hummed, indicating that he was listening, even as he worked on silently unwrapping her arm.
“And how’s the arm been? Any soreness or pain?”
“Not more than the typical dose.” Again, he hummed.
Did he feel like a complete asshole over the fact that he wanted nothing more than to just get up and leave? Totally. Rita trusted him. She relied on him to help make her feel better again. And he could see that she was getting better every day – slowly but surely. But he had bigger problems on his mind now.
“When will Dr Jones come to see me? He’s been gone since I’ve arrived.”
He knew this question would come eventually. It did so every day since Rita woke up. He should’ve been prepared.
“I- I don’t know.” He tried to keep it short, simple, normal. That’s what his mentor would’ve wanted.
Rita continued to observe how he worked. Her eyes held many questions, but she knew better than to bombard her doctor with questions. Hoseok would’ve probably run away the moment she said that she knew.
That she knew Dr Jones was dead.
“Well, tell him I’ll be waiting.”
“Y- Yeah, I will.”
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With practiced ease, he wiped down her arm, removing lingering blood before he turned to his suture kit, finally propping it open.
She’s just like any other patient, Hoseok.
Gripping the needle with his forceps, the remaining hybrid felt his throat tighten.
He brought it through the skin, a frown settling on his face as he noticed her expression shifting. Pulling the needle through, he lifted it, using the forceps to lift the skin on the opposite side before reinserting the tiny blade.
Bleeds just like any other patient.
Carefully, he twisted his wrist, bringing the needle through more skin until it resurfaced.
See? Her skin is the same as a hybrid’s. It rips and it bleeds, and you stitch it back together. Just like anybody else’s.
He then stretched the thread out, before twisting it around the holder and then, finally, created a knot.
The surgeon continued to work in silence, focused on the way the sharp instrument cut through the first layer of skin before tethering the separated flesh.
Just like anybody else’s.
Repeating the process, he eventually eased into its familiarity, his breathing evening out until there was nothing but his body and mind working in fluid cooperation.
In the short time they knew each other, Hoseok had learned more under Dr Jones’ watchful eye than he did in the five years he’d spent at university. He couldn’t say that the doctor impressed a young, bright and hopeful Hoseok at first, but as time went on, he began to appreciate his mentor a little more.
“There’s still so much left for you to learn”, Dr Jones had said back then, the smoke from his cigarette wafting directly into his face. He scrunched his nose, fanning at the air until the grey cloud dispersed.
To be honest, during that first meeting he doubted Dr Jones was even a doctor. Why was he out in the back, smoking when so many hybrids were waiting for him to help?
The needle seemed to become a part of him, flowing through skin with practiced ease until inch by inch, the wound began to disappear.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Dr Jones’ voice rung out in the small ward. Every eye in the room snapped in his direction – that is, apart from Hoseok’s. The intern cursed under his shaky breath, the needle in his hand only inches from stabbing into the patient’s arm.
“With how you’re shaking, your patient is gonna bleed out on the hospital floor before you’ve even tied the first knot,” His voice echoed, stern and unimpressed as Hoseok struggled to grip the needle, sweat beading at his temple as his patient winced and groaned.
“Take a deep breath, you’ve done this before haven’t you?”
“Only on fake skin, s- sir.” His voice came out quiet, embarrassed as the doctor stood, watching.
“Keep going.”
Hoseok’s head snapped in the direction behind him, eyes wide and startled.
“B- But—"
“No but’s. You’ve started this, so you have to finish it,” He paused, smiling reassuringly at the young patient. “Take a deep breath. You’ve done this before.”
The door clicked open as he finished tying the final knot.
Words struggled to escape his throat as Taehyung entered, so he opted to remain silent. He watched as the lines around her eyes began to fade, he watched the colour return to her face. Something akin to relief bloomed in his chest – he hated it.
Working to distract himself, Hoseok tied a gauze around her bicep. He ignored the tiger hybrid as he rounded the bed, hesitantly taking the human’s hand into his own.
A flicker of a grimace before Hoseok sighs, moving away to pack his tools. He could finally get away from her. From her scent. From her helplessness. From her calm. His nose twitched in disgust the deeper he inhaled. His heart rattled harder. The storm in his mind only grew in chaos.
He couldn’t wait to go and finally relax after a long day of working his ass off. He couldn’t wait to go and forget, for at least a couple of hours.
“So… You’ve fixed her arm?” Taehyung’s voice came out nonchalantly. It was almost too much and the retriever knew his friend was feigning it.
Hoseok nodded, organising his kit. He worked hard to keep his focus on the task at hand, refusing to acknowledge the soft relaxed breaths that had her chest rising and falling
“You’re not staying here the whole night, are you?” He asked, voice strained, his usual hearty smile pulled taut into a fine line. Crows’ feet tugged at the corners of his eyes, which expertly averted the sleeping woman before him.
The tiger glanced up at him, strands of wet hair curling across his forehead.
“I need to make sure she’s okay.”
“You’re saying you don’t trust my medical skills?” He asked, attempting a joke even as something ugly, something spiteful and sour coiled in his gut. He almost couldn’t believe that the tiger had the gall to doubt his abilities.
Of course the human’s fine. She’s sleeping and breathing perfectly fine. Can’t he tell?
“No, hyung, I just—” Taehyung paused, his head drooping low, finally showing a smidge of the tigers’ real emotions, “It’s my fault she’s in this state. I— I just want her to be okay.”
“She’s fine,” He started, “Her arm should heal relatively quick, so long as she doesn’t move it erratically.”
Taehyung nodded quickly. Relief washed over him, and he thanked his lucky stars to have Hoseok around. It was rare that his hyung had to use his skills outside of his work, to the point that Taehyung almost forgot how sharp his skillset was.
“Wake me up if anything happens.” The hybrid muttered, deciding that he’d had enough of it. Of everything. He headed groggily towards the door, fist clenched tight around the handle of the suture kit.
“H- Hyung?”
“Yeah?” Hoseok asks, one hand resting on the doorknob, the other just barely tightening around his toolkit.
“I’m sorry,” Taehyung whispers, fingers toying with the human’s limp ones. “For what I said earlier. I didn’t mean any of it.”
“It’s fine.”
Neither hybrid spoke another word. They let the air between them relax, allowed the words to sink in, allowed the small reconciliation to take place.
“Goodnight hyung.” Taehyung finally mutters, watching as his hyungs’ shoulders grew relaxed.
“Yeah, goodnight.”
As he closed the door, Hoseok’s shoulders drooped lower. Having a human so close after so many years had brought back unexpected memories, ones he had unknowingly suppressed.
Heading downstairs, the murmurs of a distant conversation caught his attention. It continued, even as his steps grew louder, closer.
“She can’t stay here,” Namjoon’s voice was sturdy, confident even as he was met with resistance. “You clearly didn’t think this through, you didn’t think about what would happen to you, to us, if you brought her here.”
The kitchen was illuminated by a warm, orange glow. His ears pressed flat against his hair, the lightbulb above casting shadows down his face as the polar bear stared down the youngest hybrid. Jeongguk chewed at his lower lip, resembling more of a prey animal in the presence of their so-called ‘leader’.
“Hyung, i- it’s not like that—”
“It isn’t? Because so far, you still haven’t considered the consequences. I know you’ve met her before, but that’s in the past. That meeting? It took place in an entirely different world.” He paused, rubbing his face, a deep sigh escaping through his nostrils. “Do you have any idea of what happens to hybrids that harbour a human?”
Jeongguk paused, his gaze locked onto Namjoon’s. His bottom lip grew puffy. Hoseok winced as in a split second the younger hybrid bit down hard, drawing blood.
“They’re arrested, and the human is killed. Or worse, sent into one of those facilities.” Yoongi chimed in from his spot on the sofa, his voice soft, barely distinguishable from the noise coming from the tv.
Namjoon allowed the words to seep in, his gaze finally switching to Hoseok, who’d stalked over to the sink. The dog hybrid said nothing, pulling out the needle he’d used earlier. He was going to wash it, hoping to conceal some of the stench the human left behind before he threw the needle away.
“H- How is she?” Jeongguk cautiously looked up, watching as his hyung turned the tap on.
He shrugged his shoulders, scrubbing at the metal. “She’s all stitched up. Just needs to rest up.” The last thing he wanted was to talk about her.
“And how’s Taehyung?”
The elder paused. He hadn’t expected that. He resumed his scrubbing, biting at the inside of his cheek. Should I tell them?
“He’s fine. Tired but clean.”
Jeongguk hummed in response, before turning back to Namjoon.
“Hyung, I know we can’t keep her, but I can’t let her go back. At least, not there. The entire police force is looking for her.”
He watched as the leader sighed, shaking his head.
“I’m sure if we drop her off in the middle of nowhere, she’ll do just fine. I mean, she survived out in the wild somehow.” Hoseok spoke, bringing the needle to his nose. Her scent seemed to have disappeared.
“W- What? No. We can’t do that either—” Jeongguk exclaimed, before Hoseok interrupted him, holding the needle close to his own nose.
“Sniff it.”
Jeongguk complied, scrunching his eyebrows. “What are you doing, hyung?”
“Can you smell anything?”
“No?”
“Yoongi-hyung, sniff this.” Hoseok walked away, ignoring the youngest’s question.
“No, I can’t smell the human on the needle.” Yoongi confirmed before the hybrid could even reach him.
Namjoon cleared his throat.
“Let’s talk about this when she’s awake,” He paused, watching as Hoseok walked back to the suture kit. His sight moved back over to the panther, who was nervously licking at the fresh cut on his lip, “Let her decide.”
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As the night grew colder, the rain had eased into a gentle pitter-patter against the window. Taehyung shifted and turned, his ears twitching at your every soft sigh.
The blankets Jin had brought earlier were too warm and too heavy.
Deep down, hidden somewhere in the pits of his stomach, a dizzying feeling bubbled. He hadn’t put a name to it yet – he didn’t want to. This feeling, this emotion, it lurked like a shadow. Peered over his shoulder, snuck into the darkness of his subconscious through cracks of exhaustion and bewilderment. Like a disease. It was slowly taking control, and he knew it wouldn’t take long until his brain would turn into a befuddled puddle.
He fought to resist it. He wanted to resist it.
But he couldn’t help but falter, as with every breath she took, an unfamiliar — yet comfortable — warmth spread through his chest. It buzzed through his blood, leaving tingling trails of pure, hot excitement all over his body. He wanted to give in so bad.
But he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. Not because of Jeongguk, or even his hyungs.
It just wasn’t right.
Hybrids and humans did not mix. That hatred for humans, the electrifying need for them to be punished, eradicated, it was the unspoken law. It didn’t pass as presidential speeches or flyers proudly presented everywhere. It didn’t even have a name in daily conversation. Small talk. It had no place in schools or at work or at social gatherings, no. It sat, unseen and unheard, yet always lurking in the darkest corners of everyone’s minds. Like the steady ticking of a clock. It was persistent, yet silent, fading into the back of his mind until his entire body flowed in rhythm with it.
Humans were supposed to be gone.
So, what the hell was he doing, resisting his most raw, most dangerous instincts as this human slept blissfully unaware beside him?
Summary:- As BTS's new private stylist, you live, work, and travel with them. But fame has warped them.
You’re treated like a possession...something only they should have access to. They monitor who you talk to, what you wear, how you smile. They sabotage your chances to leave. The world sees glamour. You live in fear.
Their love burns too hot. Their jealousy cuts too deep. And you're one headline away from a breakdown....or a scandal that could ruin them all.
Chapter 1
The fabric of Kim Seokjin’s custom suit jacket felt like spun glass beneath your fingers. You smoothed down the lapel, your hands trembling slightly, though you forced your breathing to remain steady.
"You're shaking, Sora," Jin murmured, his voice a low, velvety purr close to your ear. He didn't look down at you; his eyes were fixed on his own reflection in the vanity mirror, watching you through the glass.
"Just making sure it's perfect, Seokjin-ssi," you whispered, stepping back to give him space.
Before you could retreat to the safety of the wardrobe racks, Jin’s hand shot out. His fingers wrapped firmly around your wrist, not tight enough to bruise, but heavy enough to anchor you completely in place. The warmth of his skin sent a shiver down your spine.
"How many times do I have to tell you?" Jin asked, a flawless, charming smile appearing on his lips that didn't match the cold intensity in his eyes. "When we are backstage, it’s just Oppa. You don't need to be so formal with the people who care about you most."
You swallowed hard, looking around the dressing room. The other six members were scattered around the lounge, but the room felt completely silent. You could feel their eyes on you. Yoongi was looking up from his phone, his gaze sharp and calculating. Across the room, Jungkook paused his vocal warm-ups, his dark eyes tracking Jin’s fingers around your wrist.
"I understand, Oppa," you managed to say, your throat dry.
Jin smiled thoroughly this time, releasing your wrist and patting your cheek gently. "Good girl. Go get Namjoon’s tie. We have a long night, and I want you right by the stage where I can see you."
As you turned to fetch the tie, you caught sight of the heavy electronic lock on the dressing room door. A click echoed through the room as the security guard outside locked it from the exterior. You were in, and there was no way out.
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Pairing: Gang Members OT7 X Private Detective, Fem Reader
Theme: Mafia au, mystery, thriller, angst, soft yandere (only if you squint very hard), ploy au.
Summary:
Bangtan members hide in plain sight. There are rumors of them being just normal guys during the day and notorious gang members by night. You were never really interested in them, your work was limited and you made sure those never lurked around the dark areas of Seoul. But when someone close lands in trouble, you have no other choice but to step into the muddy water. Little do you know that this one case is about to change the entire trajectory of your life.
Warnings: Mentions of drug usage, intoxication, running away, keeping hostage.
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A month ago
The air smells like summar already. The sky has gotten much clearer in the last few weeks. The last snap of cold is missing in the breeze. It fills your lungs, your heart with a lightness. You find yourself smiling on your own, not caring if any passerby thinks of you weirdly.
Good days are coming. You tell yourself as you walk towards the bakery.
It has become a ritual, a routine of yours for the past few years. You start your day with whatever the special baked item Kkum Bakery is selling for the day. As you push the door open, your nose fills with the sweet smell of cinnamon, it makes your day even better, that too, instantly.
“Welcome, ms. detective.” Mrs. Ko’s voice floats through the sweet smelling air and sits right on your ear. You smile at her - full and bright.
“Good morning, Mrs. Ko. Do we have cinnamon rolls for today?” you launch the question without pausing even for a second. Her face lights up with her usual kind smile at your child-like eagerness for sweet treats.
“Your nose is good at the job, huh?” her smile widens, “sit down, I will bring you a cup of coffee too.”
“Ah no! I have important mail to send by noon and I haven’t even prepared the documents yet. I need to take it to go today.” you pout at her, knowing she will melt right away. And you are right, because the old lady is smiling yet again while nodding at you.
“Okay then!” She starts preparing your box as you let your eyes wander around the place, looking for one single face that is another reason for your regular visits to the bakery.
You don’t notice Mrs. Ko watching you as you keep trying to peek into the kitchen.
“Jiwook is not here. He is doing deliveries.” she lets you know quietly, but you can hear the hint of teasing in her voice.
The impact is immediate. Your cheeks feel hotter with the realization of you being caught red handed. Looking away from her, you try to change the topic, “Jiwook is doing the deliveries? Where is Jisung?”
The smile on the lady’s face dims immediately, “I don’t know. Don’t ask me about that insolent kid. Sometimes I can’t believe I gave birth to him.” Mrs. Ko huffs, “he hasn’t returned since noon yesterday. Don’t know what he is doing, what kind of shits he is pulling. If I have to rush to the police station for him one more time, I will kick him out of my house.”
A sigh leaves your mouth involuntarily. You have been watching Mrs. Ko suffering through several hardships ever since Jisung turned fifteen. He is twenty now and hasn’t changed a bit, if anything the situation is getting worse as the years pass.
“He is still a kid…” your voice fades as you realize how unreasonable this even sounds.
“He is twenty, Y/N. I don’t know where I went wrong with him. I don’t know how he and Jiwook turned out to be completely different.” she sighs, pushing the bag across the counter.
“Let me know if I can help, okay? You know how many connections I have!” you try to lighten the mood, it works but only for a fraction of a second.
“I will.” She smiles with pursed lips.
You wave at her, “have a good day, Mrs. Ko.”
“You too, Y/Niee.” she waves back. You start walking towards your small office. A lot of work is waiting for you at your desk but these are the days you used to pray for a decade ago, so it’s a good feeling only.
These slow mornings are everything you ever wanted and you wouldn’t trade this peace with anything else.
The digital clock in your office wall shows 8 in the evening.
You stretch your body to undo the knots that will turn into sore muscle soon enough. The case that you were working on is now closed. You prepared the reports and sent the mail to your client. Poor woman wailed for her missing husband only for you to find out that the guy has left for Japan with his mistress.
You wonder what will be her reaction when she gets the news. With a sigh, you close your eyes, sorting your schedule in your mind, you find out that there’s a free window for two whole days.
Wait. That's great! You can go for a small trip to Ganghwa Island -
The train of your thoughts faces a sudden crash as the flimsy office door starts rattling with harsh knocks. Your startle, almost jumping on your chair.
“Y/N! Are you inside?” Jiwook’s muffled voice filters through the tin of the door.
“Jiwook-ah?” standing up, you take hasty steps towards the door and swing it open. The distortion of Jiwook’s usually handsome face throws you off guard. In the decade of knowing him, you haven’t seen him this worried.
“Y/N! Jisung!” he enters, catching his breath, being unable to form a full sentence.
“What happened to Jisung?” your heart fills with fear. The boy tends to get into trouble ever so often, but Jiwook has never once looked so horrified before.
“He called. He said… he said someone is going to kill him, Y/N. he was crying. He- he was afraid. I have been trying his phone, but it's now switched off.” a tear escapes Jiwook’s eye, “eomma is crying, I don’t know what to do. Where to go! Please- do something.” your friend’s words push the alert button in your mind. If Jisung was a kid who loved to pull pranks, you wouldn’t think twice. But he is rather serious for a twenty year old and he is a delinquent. So him getting into trouble to the point of someone wanting to kill him is most likely not an exaggeration.
Fuck! It’s serious. Your own panic starts rising under the surface of your skin but you need to stay calm. You need to function in order to solve whatever the chaos is taking place.
“Calm down, Jiwook-ah. I am here.” you hold his hand in yours, “do you have the call recording?”
“I do.” Jiwook nods.
“Okay then let’s go to the police first.”
“We can not do anything about runway kids.” The office shows his point firmly. He doesn’t even look at you, not even a glance. “And he is not even a kid. Jisung is well known for his problematic behavior. So if he gets into a fight with others like him, there’s nothing we can do.”
“But officer, you heard the recording! He is clearly in trouble!” Jiwook bangs on the table, making the officer look at him with sharp eyes.
“Those can be fabricated very easily these days. What are those called, huh? AE or AI, whatever. I can not lodge a complaint unless he is missing for three days at least. He has gone missing for days before, you know that too, Jiwook-ssi.”
The thing is that the officer is right. Jiwook has gone out of track for days before, the highest was an eight day. The police got involved back then only to find him in a motel, completely knocked out, intoxication level splitting through the roof. It’s only natural for them to be reluctant to do something about him now.
“Officer! I am telling you my brother is in trouble please do something about it-” he bangs on the table again, angrier this time.
You grab his hand. There’s no point in getting into a fiasco with the police. If they won’t do something, you will do your own thing.
“Thank you for your time, officer. We will leave now.” you stand up and bow at him. Jiwook’s eyes widen, “Y/N-”
“Let’s go.” you pull him out of the station with a bit of force.
“Y/N!” he calls, disbelief latched to his tone.
“They won’t do anything, Jiwook-ah. They won’t. Leave it on me. I will… I will find Jisung out. I promise.” you hold your friend’s hands. The worry on his face eases by the slightest amount.
He intertwines his fingers with yours, “thank you. Thank you so much, Y/N.”
Present Day
Every single of your senses are hyper aware at this point.
You can hear the drip-dripping sound of leaking pipes somewhere. There’s also a faint whirring of the outdoor unit of an air conditioner. This place smells like a mixture of dust and raindrops - stuffy and moldy.
You feel his eyes on you as you try your best to keep your mouth sealed. The guy with feline features is now sitting right before you. His gaze hasn’t moved an inch from your face. You have found him trailing his eyes down occasionally but those didn’t seem to carry a lot of meaning. He, hopefully, isn’t looking for a part to shoot or something of that sort.
“You don’t look like an undercover officer.” he bemoans, the rough edges of his voice rubbing against your skin in a delicious force. “What is your purpose? Why did you break into the office?” he asks, more to himself than to him. “Are you looking for someone? A sister? A brother? A friend?”
That’s it. That is the nail in the coffin. There must have been a certain shift in your body language or your face that confirms his suspicion and makes him chuckle under his breath.
“Oh… so you are looking for someone, huh?” the guy prompts, standing up and casually walking closer to your chair.
Forcing yourself to look away, you squeeze your lips shut.
“You are not going to utter a word, huh?” the voice comes from much closer now. When you look up, you find him leaning down. His mouth hovering dangerously closer to your face.
“I love your resilience, kitten. But if you want to keep your life, you will have to speak.” a rictus spreads on his lips, your heart starts picking pace again.
“Leave me. I didn’t do anything.” your lips quiver as you try to let those words out.
“Uh huh, it’s too late, Kitten. We can’t let you go now. Doesn’t matter if you have done anything or not. The fact that you know three of our faces already is enough to keep you hostage for life.” The man lets you know as casually as if informing you about the weather.
“No! Please! I am a commoner, I don’t have anything to do with you or your gang. Please… please-”
“Then what were you doing at the office? How did you get in? Why is your phone full of pictures?” the man’s smile vanishes, as he pulls your phone out of his pocket.
You don’t know what to reply, how to convince him that you are innocent, what lie to tell to safeguard both you and Jisung.
“I was- I was-”
“Enough with the lies, Kitten. You are a bad liar.” the man smiles again. One of his fingers trails down your face, tugging a loose stand of your hair behind your ear. “I will give you an hour. Decide whether you want to tell me the truth or lose your life.” he takes a step back, “I will be back real soon.”
His heels click against the floor as he walks out of the room, shutting the door behind his back. A tear slips down your cheeks. What should you do now? How the hell would you get out of here?
All the struggles of your life, going through all the shits for what? For ending up dying at the hands of the most notorious gang of Seoul?
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the account username was smth like 'jellyfysh' and it was side blog!!!
the story i loved from there was titled 'getting back in the swing of things' (author shortened it to gbist i think..)
reader x bts ot7...reader was namjoon's ex i believe and came to stay with ot7 because she was desperate and ended up falling for ot7
i have a sneaking suspicion the author deleted their side blog because i used to follow them..which makes me sad because i loved this story, so even confirmation of that would help 😭
or if yall could find their main blog too 😭😭idk i just loved their story sm omg
tldr: any help/info about the author would be amazing!!!! thank you!!!
content warnings will be placed at the beginning of each work, viewer discretion is advised. happy reading!
key: f (fluff), a (angst), s (smut)
THE ART OF BEING SEEN.
betas have overtaken the majority of the population of the world. the gap between alphas and omegas presenting to the overwhelming amount of betas becomes wider decade by decade. as the two sub genders become a prized token within society and within relationships, you find yourself enthralled with a unique pack that has yet to uncover your secrets.
genre: a/b/o , paring: ot7!bts x fem!reader (f, a, s)
