it hurts being awake, it reminds me of how much I lost while I was staying it bed. How many people have fallen away because of my own inability to stay strong? The strength to stay above the weariness-
My friend is better, yet I’m struggling with envy instead of celebration. When will I be better, and see the end of this misery. When will my time come to be healthy, and not worry about what I’m missing or who I am loosing.
He promised that he would never leave you and that he would get you out of the darkness. But at the end of it all, he had lied because what he was meant he could never step into the light and give you the love you deserved.
Date: April 4th
Est Word Count: 1,800
Genre: Angst, Fantasy, Supernatural, Romance
What a talented lil bean
You had walked through life with the focus of a spectator. Nothing could hold your attention, so you merely walked on never finding a home, and never connecting to the ones around you. You were your own tether because you lived for no-one.
He had never managed to leave his moment. He was a turbulent storm that had no end, and he wanted to tear the world apart. But when he found you he realised maybe having a home wasn’t such a bad idea.
Date: April 25th
Est Word Count: 5,000
Genre: Crime, Romance, Angst
Pairing: BTS x Female!Reader
Word Count: 4k
Summary: An unexpected meeting throws you into the lives of BTS, Korea’s deadliest gang. You slowly learn they are not who the world thinks they are. And for some reason, they all seem to have a soft spot for you. Gang AU
Warning: Descriptions of blood and gore, mentions of death, knives and stabbing.
Oof just as promising as I thought, this story is so great 😍
When Yoongi was abandoned by his creator, he lost himself in the darkness. He had never had any hope for love or even his own humanity, but when a human stumbled into his forest he thought that maybe that could change. But he forgot that humans have a mind of their own, and his woman might not like being pulled into his world.
Date: March 1st
Est Word Count: 4,000
Genre: Angst, Fluff
When Yoongi was abandoned by his creator, he lost himself in the darkness. He had never had any hope for love or even his own humanity. When a human stumbled into his forest he thought that maybe that could change, but he forgot that humans have a mind of their own, and his woman might not like being pulled into his world.
Date: March 1st
Word Count: 5,660
Genre: Angst, Fluff
As science changed so did the world and its laws of morality. Society had finally found a way to mix the DNA of humans and animals to produce organs for surgeries. Humans no longer had to wait in long lines in order to get the body parts they needed, instead, their own DNA could be used to incubate the needed organs inside of the bodies of animals. The situation was revolutionary and changed the medical field forever. This meant that the race for organ transplants was still large, but suddenly it was so much more manageable. But with this realization the rich started funding projects to make a proper chimera, they wanted to have their own pets. Humans with the features of animals that they could keep and own, something that would be interesting and only draw more attention to their wealth. So it happened, scientists were able to use the medical developments of the organ growing chimeras to make human hybrids. Suddenly the anime cliches of girls with the ears and tails of cats existed, the world was changing and people were frantically trying to see how they could change the dynamics of their lives. Instead of miscarriages, scientists worked to incubate the abandoned eggs and sought to modify them so they could grow into these hybrids. Creatures of every kind were being tested for compatibility. There were canines, amphibians, fish, felines, everything was being tested, but some became more attractive than others. In both looks, and mannerisms.
The hybrids that were grown were seen not seen as humans, after all, they had the DNA of animals coursing through them. They were tagged and told that they were not to be seen on the tier of humans and told they existed for the temporary excitement of their owners. In their race to ignore the possible humanity of their creatures scientists only examined their emotional intelligence. This was because if they tested any further they might have to admit that these hybrids were just as human as the people working on the hybrids. Instead, the focus was on whether the traits of their animal side was dangerous or too odd. If their quirks were too unfamiliar then scientists would attempt to take it from them. If it was too dangerous, they were locked away. They couldn’t be sold, after all, they could harm the people around them without the understanding that their actions were improper.
That was why Yoongi was sitting by a lake, waiting in a damp forest. He had been abandoned long ago, he had been a disaster from the start. He had the honour of being a snake hybrid, not only was he not cute and fluffy, but his sharp teeth and scaled skin intimidated the strongest of buyers. He had lived his life alone in a containment facility. His creator had been enamoured with snakes and had found a breed that reminded him of home. When he produced Yoongi, he had hoped he had made a hybrid that would be as beautiful as its origin and as docile as a common pet. But that was not what happened. Yoongi produced venom much like the mamushi snake he had been derived from, and his attitude was dark and hostile. He was friendly enough, but he had little patience for things that bored him, and he was quick to send away all those that annoyed him. He never had the hope of being adopted, of being a sullen owned half-breed. Though he supposed that was not such a bad thing. Despite that, Yoongi still felt insufferably alone. When the scientist had realized that Yoongi had no hope of being adopted, no chance of being loved, he let him go. He released Yoongi into a forest in a reclusive part of their country and left the hybrid to fend for himself.
Yoongi had hated the scientist for a long time, he had been fearful of going mad, or of dropping into the instinctual mood of his predatory side. But Yoongi had survived, he had managed to make a home in the lonely forest. He had found a cave that was humid in the summer. He had taken to curling up in the heat and relaxing in the warm weather, but when the cold came he would scurry to the back and drop into a hibernate like state. As much as the scientists wished that he was more like the creature he was modelled after, he truly wasn’t. His body was not made to live off of only a few months of food then lie in wait for the warmth. So every season when the heat came back he would pull himself from the cave taunt and malnourished and try to keep going. The strain on his body left him feeling useless, there was nobody and nothing by his side. He felt as though there was little he could do. He wished he could move in the cold, he wished he could go out into society. But he knew the scales that speckled around his eyes, and the sharp point of his teeth made his origins obvious. He could never last in the cold without becoming lethargic, and he could never get adopted with his sullied origins. Yoongi had become well aware that his life was simply to remain in such a strained state. Never warm enough, never full enough, and never content. It was the life he was due simply because a man had played god with his DNA. There was no way for him to escape, at least, that was what he had always thought.
Yoongi’s days of loneliness had ended when he heard giggles in the forest. His fingers had been skimming the cool water of the lake, the smell of rocks and insects had his tongue flicking in his mouth. It took all his control to block out the overwhelming scents of nature, it was then that he smelt something odd. Something man-made, he could smell chemicals in the air, it made his skin crawl and reminded him of his days in the clean room. With a sigh, he pushed himself up and walked along the damp foliage. His shoes were well worn and he could feel everything he stepped on through the thin bottoms, but he was well used to the wet weeds and moist dirt. It was warmest by the lake after all, so it was where he spent his time. The heat from summer would hit the lake and spin the air with such humidity that he could feel his scales shiver with pleasure. He wondered if the humans that were wandering around his forest were seeking the same respite from the cold. Even in the summer it could sneak along the wind and harass his sensitive skin. But it was his home so, with curiosity, he wandered along the trees so he could see the group. Two females were walking along his forest giggling amongst each other. He had no plan to watch them, at least until he saw you. His sharp gaze had landed on you and he watched with fascination. Something about you caught his gaze, he wasn’t sure if it was the way you watched your friend with amusement, laughing as much as you watched out for her. Or if it was because your hands were always ready to steady your friend, as much as you were excited to move along the small path.
“The campground isn’t far, right?“ Your voice was music to his ears, he hadn’t met many women in his time contained. The ones he did were cold and clinical, much like his creator. They prodded him and asked him questions, never speaking with the tender tone you did. He supposed it was your voice that caught him at the start because the chance to hear something so rare and delicate was intoxicating.
"Well, it isn’t much of a campground now.” Your friend spoke warily, with a sheepish look. Her voice was nice, he supposed, but it lacked the delightful lilt you had. So Yoongi tilted his head and watched the girls walk further away, not dwelling any further on your friend. He knew the place she spoke of, and he didn’t think it was good enough for you. The forest used to be a tourist area, but when the local mine shut down the people left the local area and it lost its interest. The campground still existed but much of it had grown over, there were only a few safe areas. So for you, it wouldn’t be comfortable.
"Of course, because when you said I was going to help with your photography project that obviously meant an abandoned campground.“ Your sarcasm was sharp and Yoongi felt his lips curl in amusement as he listened. His steps were silent against the plants as he followed you, he knew your words would disappear if you saw him. A monster like him was only made to create fear after all. So he licked his lips from his stress, and the simple action filled his senses with your scent. He knew the sweet smell was you, who else would smell so delicate?
"Hey, you voted for roughing it.” Your friend smiled at you, and Yoongi wondered if all women could smile as nicely as you did when you looked back at your friend. Yoongi brushed his hair out of his face to see you better, but as he did he saw the speckles of scales that littered his hand. He couldn’t forget his place, he wasn’t just a hybrid, after all, he was also a monster. The teeth that rested in his mouth contained toxic venom, which was most definitely dangerous for humans. The venom was nothing compared the brown and black scales that littered his skin, flowering on his pale skin. Even his looks were abhorrent.
"I didn’t vote for being alone in a forest, what if we die,“ you said your words with little fear. You didn’t believe that any harm could come to you, you had never encountered anything truly dangerous after all. So why would such a worry be on your mind? But Yoongi saw the danger, so your words scared him. He was going to leave you and your friend behind, he truly was. Or he had wanted to at least but what kind of person would he have to be to leave you alone? Your friend hadn’t brought anything to protect you, and you looked so delicate so he couldn’t let you be alone. It would be his fault if you got hurt, and he never wanted to see the pain on your face.
Which was why when you had gotten to the campground and found the clearest spot, Yoongi had sat down in the foliage and watched with a curious expression as you sent up the tent. The thin fabric perplexed him, it couldn’t protect you if the weather turned. He was no stranger to the rain and storms that flooded his forest, such a small thing would blow over leaving you and your friend cold and uncomfortable in the chill. His small cave would be much safer, he had filled it with things left by the other humans, it was safe and comfortable. You wouldn’t have the same worries about the weather, not if he was the one to provide for you. His den had taken him a long time to put together, it was perfect for him so wouldn’t that mean it was perfect for you? But your friend, he wasn’t sure he liked her yet and he would never open his den to a stranger. She was pretty, of course, he found women had a natural beauty about them, but beauty meant nothing to him. Beauty did not create trust after all, so if he were to choose a mate, someone to share his den with he would never use beauty as a measure. Somehow he knew that if he had to choose a mate, he would want you. He had heard the scientists bring it up many times, hybrids had a capability to mate with humans. It wasn’t abnormal, but he had always known he would never get a chance to. Not only was his bite deathly but he would never get adopted and thus never get a chance to find a woman he wanted. Yet there was the beautiful you, with the tender voice and soft eyes. He wanted to cherish the look on your innocent face, he wanted to protect you and provide for you as your mate. But he hadn’t even said a word to you yet. He was unsure how humans told their mates they wanted them, but all he knew was he wanted you with him and not your friend. So he leaned against the tree and waited, his eyes sliding closed as he basked in the heat of the summer day.
Yoongi was well acquainted with waiting, he spent half of the year doing so after all. He had become used to laying in the ripped blankets, waiting for winter to end. He had gotten used to the bone weary tiredness that overtook him by the time summer hit, and the wait for some food to come anywhere near him. He would wait, and wait, and rest until something came close enough for him to feed and gain even a miniscule amount of energy. So when the sun had fallen away, leaving the scent of night teasing at his nose, he had opened his eyes with a peaceful sigh. He wasn’t sure if he could hold in his excitement but he knew he had to try. His joints ached, and he had to stretch when he got up. His body was still malnourished, his life in the wilderness was harmful to his human side. Despite that, he had no wish to go back to the sheltered life he had lived before. He preferred the aches of his weary limbs over the crushing loneliness and judging glares he had garnered from the scientists. The thoughts made his eyes droop with his resentment, but he shoved it away so he could focus on the tent he was approaching. His fingers grasped with zipper, and he slowly pulled it up so he could look inside the tent. He saw your friend first, she was curled up in her sleeping bag with her fingers gripping the man-made fabric close. Dismissing her he looked past her form and smiled when he saw you laying as if in wait for him. Your hair was a mess, and your lips were parted just enough for him to see how plush they were. He bit his lip softly, ignoring the sharp pinch against his skin. You were so beautiful, he was unsure how he had never seen someone as gorgeous as you. But, he supposed that was because there may not be anyone else like you.
He pulled you into his arms with a soft sigh of exertion, Yoongi was strong enough to hold you but he wasn’t used to using his muscles. He had no real use for strength, he had what he needed without any real use of force. A simple bite could take down the things he feared, all he needed was the speed he used to maneuver from what he perceived as dangerous. He hummed the thoughts away as he slowly zipped the tent closed, carrying you towards his den. He didn’t like the feeling of the sleeping bag you were nestled in. The fabric was abrasive against his skin and lacked any real cloth, it felt more like a smooth plastic than anything he would enjoy. But you seemed to enjoy it, so he let you remain inside. His hold was gentle, and his steps were quiet as he moved. He was scared he would wake you, he didn’t want to disturb your rest. His mate deserved the best after all, and if you wanted to be in peace you should have it. Yoongi felt a stirring of guilt in his chest as he ducked under a branch, avoiding the trees as much as he could for you. He was terrified that you would hate him when you awoke and saw his scale speckled face. He was not a cat, he was not a dog, and he knew humans preferred such creatures. But he had chosen you, so that was that, mating was a choice after all. If he chose you then that was it, wasn’t it? Yoongi hadn’t learned much about love, he knew nothing about it just that it was an elusive thing connected to mating. So if he chose you as his mate, you must love him, and he must love you. Such thoughts set him at ease.
"I promise I’ll take care of you,” Yoongi said as he ducked into his cave. The stone face was low, but the inside was tall and deep. Its low entrance kept the wind and rain out, letting him curl in his blankets in peace whenever the cold took him over and kept any possible bears from coming upon him as he slept. He had problems with some other creatures, but it never lasted long before he made it out safely. His ability to keep his den safe, he hoped you would appreciate it, and that you would know he could keep you safe so you would never have to fear. He heaved out a sigh as he laid you down on his pile of blankets. The cloth was scavenged from when the humans had left the nearby town. Most places had been cleared out, but some places like the homeless shelters had things left behind. He had brought everything he thought he could use. There was a little table off to the side, he never used it but it held books warped from the humid air. There was a tarp along the ground that held all his blankets, keeping the cloth from getting wet, but the sharp scent of mould still hit his nose. He could do nothing for the moist air or its manner of destroying his things. The best he could do was to make a small cover for the entrance of his cave. It was a shabby thing made of planks and covered in tarp and it did nothing for the air but it did its job enough that he felt safe in his little den. Yoongi curled up beside you, relaxing as the scent of his den filled his nose. He could taste you beside him, and that alone helped his eyes slide shut and left his muscles loose. With you by his side, he knew he would never have to worry about sleep again.
Yoongi woke up to the sound of you shuffling in your sleeping bag, he could smell your scent turn sour as your confusion rose. It wasn’t a pleasant smell at all, in fact, he was quite sure it was a smell he would prefer to never smell again. He missed the sweet way you had smelt the day before when you had been laughing with your friend. “What’s wrong?” He opened his eyes, questioning you with a confused expression perched on his sharp face. Your face was beautiful up close, and he found it cute how you stared with eyes so wide with your own confusion. Your lips parted and he wondered why you weren’t saying anything, it was frustrating to him. You had been so kind with your friend, he had spent the whole day previous wondering what it would sound like for you to give him the beautiful words you had.
"Who are you?“ When you finally spoke it was with a tense body and clenched fingers. You could see only faintly in the cave, the entrance only let in a little bit of light after all. Yoongi’s face was only a shadow in the darkness, but that didn’t alleviate your fear at all. To wake up in a strange place, alone with a male you had never seen before was a terrifying experience. The only reason you had yet to run was that you were so just as scared as you were lost. To be in the presence of such a stranger who had managed to steal you away in the night meant that you had no idea if he would kill you with any move. Perhaps you were selfish, but you wanted to live, you didn’t want to lose your life, and so you stared at him through the darkness hoping that it was all some sick dream. But the sharp scent of decay and musk convinced you that your dream may just be the reality.
"Yoongi,” his voice was harsh to your ears. Yoongi was just as scared as you, after all, he was so used to humans running from him that he feared you would as well. “Are you hungry? I can find you something,” he was eager to please you, he wanted you to think that he was a viable mate. Yoongi didn’t want to let you think that he would ever leave you lacking, he had to prove himself after all. “Y/n?” His nose bumped your neck as he opened his mouth, tasting your scent again. The sour scent made him choke and back away, looking at you with growing annoyance.
"How do you know who I am,“ you shot back at his actions, your voice wavering as your hands slipped on the stone you had backed onto. Your body fell back and you hit the rock with a heavy gasp following as you stared up at the ceiling of the cave. Your vision was only clear for moments before he was hovering over you, his brown eyes focused with worry. Your heart stuttered with fear when you saw scales surrounding his eyes, like tears around his pale skin. A hybrid. You had never owned one, you never believed in the containment of humans. No matter what anyone said you knew they had intellect and that they were no more a pet than you were. But you weren’t ignorant, you knew that they were dangerous because as human as they were they had the instincts of an animal. You knew that even though they were made to be pets, most never made the cut, snakes included. The reptiles were not able to fit into society smoothly enough, the few that managed to get adopted were put down due to their lack of restraint. The snakes were volatile and had a habit of biting the people that got in their way, something that was dangerous when some had inherited the venom of their animal side.
"I saw you yesterday, I watched you,” Yoongi spoke quietly, his gaze softening as he looked down at you. It was a success that you hadn’t screamed or ran. You loved him too, he believed that completely. “I knew when I first saw you, you’re perfect. I couldn’t find anyone better than you.” He was ignorant to your shaking fingers that pressed against the ground as if that would steady you. He couldn’t see the way you flinched when he leaned in closer. All he could see was your beautiful eyes looking at him, and your delicate nose that sloped so gently that he wondered if you were sculpted instead of born. He could see the questions in your eyes, and his lips curled into a smile at how attractive you looked under him. Docile, but he could feel the spark of life in you. “You’re mine, Y/n. You’re my mate,” he said with wonder evident in his voice. His head ducked low again as he took in your scent. He could smell something else within the sour fear radiating from you, something that gave him hope.
"I have a boyfriend,“ the lie fell from your shaking lips as you tried to steady your breath. You were rightfully terrified, but there was a primal attraction when he spoke so definitively. You had never liked the thought of being owned, yet you had always felt arousal at the thought of being claimed. The idea that somebody could want you so much that they would do such a thing. It was a conflicting pleasure, something that gave you guilt as much as it did attraction. Your sins had finally caught up to you, your silent dreams had lead you into the den of a likely venomous hybrid. They had lead you right into his arms, and right under his lithe body.
"Not anymore,” Yoongi may have been a snake, but the growl that shook his at his vocal cords was worthy of any wild feline. The thought that you belonged to anyone else terrified him, he could feel his fangs ache with the venom that flowed through them. His creator had never removed the glands that produced his venom, he had planned to release Yoongi the whole time. But in the situation where he was hovering over his mate, he regretted such a thing. No matter how much safety it gave him, any moment where he could hurt his mate was petrifying. “You’re mine, I’m the one who will protect you, and I am the one who will provide for you.” He breathed out heavily through his nose, trying to repress his frustration. But it was impossible, knowing that his mate had another was enough to make him snap. He had finally made it out of the darkness, he had finally found a way to stop being alone and some stranger miles away risked it all being destroyed. You were terrified beneath him, but he couldn’t find it in himself to notice. Instead, his thoughts were focused on how he could replace your fictional boyfriend, he couldn’t be a good mate if he knew you had another on your mind after all.
Your breaths steadied slowly, and you matched him without a second thought. You felt suffocated under him, waiting in the silence for any reaction. His body above yours was encompassing, and every moment under him caused his eyes to darken until all you saw was black. What little light illuminated his face only made you notice the predatory look in his eyes and the stiff setting of his jaw. But he, he felt completely different from you. Yoongi felt empowered, he felt safe, and he felt insufferably warm. You felt like the sun to him, the heat of your gaze settled in his bones and left him with a relief he only felt after hours in the sun. Your fearful gaze only reminded him how delicate you were, and made him want to pull you deeper into his den and hold you close. It made him want to mark you, a dry bite wouldn’t harm you, and he was almost tempted to risk it. He wanted to smell himself off of you, he could almost imagine how you would smell with a bit of him curled within you. He imagined that nothing could smell better than such a thing and he didn’t want to risk a stranger marking you first. No man could have you, no, he would never let another man touch you. But his dreams meant nothing when you were settled beneath him so silently. “Say something,” Yoongi slammed his palm down by your head, desperate for your acknowledgment to his words. But you couldn’t find anything to say, what was there to say after all? You could see the feral look in his eyes, the reptile that was ready to strike, and you knew your life was something that could easily be lost if the wrong thing was said.
Yoongi was thirsty for your attention, he longed for you to reach up and take his face into his hands. He wanted to feel you pull him to your neck, he wanted you to surrender yourself to him and let him take over. His sheer want for you was filling him, he needed to claim you, he needed to prove that you were his and his alone. But the way you looked into his eyes told him that there was something else that needed attention. Because he knew you were scared of him, he could see the growing confusion, the hatred. “Pay attention to me!” His voice echoed off the stone, filling the den with the sound of his desperation. It couldn’t happen, you couldn’t say no, you couldn’t. You were his, you had to say yes, you loved him didn’t you? He loved you, after all, so you had to, you had to. That was how it worked he took you to his den and you said yes, that was it.
"I hate you,“ the words spilled from your lips. Your determination was so strong, but Yoongi only chuckled. His lips curled up and he leaned closer to you, his lips brushing against the tender skin of your jaw. With a flick of his tongue, he licked your tender skin, revelling in the taste of you. You couldn’t, you couldn’t hate him. That wasn’t how it worked. You were his, and only his. You had lied about a boyfriend because you didn’t know what he had for you, but he knew best. You would drop the facade and you would come to him with understanding.
"No, you don’t,” Yoongi said with a shaky laugh. His eyes were burning with his determination, you loved him too. His nose nuzzled into the crook of your neck as his hollowed fangs brushed against your skin, still stiff with venom. “You can’t hate me, because I love you.” His words were convincing enough for him, it was his own reality. But if you fought, there must have been a reason, there must have been a source of your agitation. He blinked slowly and moved off of you. His scrawny frame was still taller than yours, towering over you as he stood and looked down at you on the ground. “Is it the den? I thought you would like it, but humans. They like other things,” he tilted his head curiously, and the scales on his neck caught the light as he moved. He had seen how tightly the humans had clutched their possessions as they left their town behind. “You want your den,” his voice trailed off as he grasped your hand to pull you up. You had the audacity to push yourself up off of the ground, and that made his nose flare with frustration. But he had to be understanding, he needed to be. His mate was just confused, he must have moved too fast. You didn’t understand that you were supposed to lean on him. “We’ll go to your den then,” he brushed your jaw with his thumb and smiled. He had such hopes for his own den, he had dreamt of a night spent curled up in his own cave with you happy in his arms. But his love wanted her own home, and he could not fault you for that. He had to be the one to make the sacrifice.
"No!“ Your voice was sharp, piercing the cave with its pitch. Your words stirred the reptile within him, your reaction was unacceptable. Yoongi grasped your neck and pulled you close, the feeling of your chest hitting his was a small relief that gave him the strength to not act. He had been scared he would harm you, but he felt the restraint, and the need to coddle you. You were precious to him after all, and everything within him knew that.
"Yes,” his thumb gently stroked your neck, as if his hold wasn’t lethal. “I go where my mate goes, and my beautiful mate wants to go home. Doesn’t she?” He watched your eyes flicker, and he held onto to euphoria that you were looking right at him. Your attention was completely on him, and there was nothing else that was taking you from him. He felt as though he could watch you for years, your beauty was mesmerizing enough that he had forgiven your shout.
"Y-yes,“ you said. The stutter only drew a growing smile from his dried lips. Yoongi truly believed that even your fear was enticing. It was as though everything that you did was a mating call that begged him to bit into your delicate neck and mark you as his. Everything about you was enough to make him abandon his den which was the one place where he could ever feel safe. But you were worth it. So instead of responding, he let his grip on your neck loosen, and his palms ran down your body until his hands were on your waist. The silence in the cave was nothing to him, but he could feel your shaking under his pale skin.
"Then let’s go home.” Yoongi hummed as his grip on your waist tightened. He knew it was silly to fear you disappearing but it was all he knew. Your weary eyes and quivering lips were enough to make him want to pull you against him and into his blankets. It made him want to hold you tight and never let go, to sleep away even the summer if it meant that you stayed with him. But he knew that your refusal from before was over, you had finally realized what he wanted. You had realized that all he wanted was to love you. He wanted to keep you and let everyone know that you were his and that you would only mate with him, and him alone. He didn’t know what would happen in the future when he went home with you, but he knew that he would never take no for an answer. Wherever you went he would go as well, after all, that was what a lover did.
I’m an idiot and realised that I made my original blog as a secondary one so I am fixing that…whoops?
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@yeontanismypresident THAT'S MY BBY!! HE SO LITHE AND STRONG HE MAKES ME OOF
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I KNOW THIS IS THE SECOND TIME BUT I REALLY CAN'T FML @yeontanismypresident
*cue mental screaming
When Yoongi was abandoned by his creator, he lost himself in the darkness. He had never had any hope for love or even his own humanity. When a human stumbled into his forest he thought that maybe that could change, but he forgot that humans have a mind of their own, and his woman might not like being pulled into his world.
Date: March 1st
Word Count: 5,660
Genre: Angst, Fluff
As science changed so did the world and its laws of morality. Society had finally found a way to mix the DNA of humans and animals to produce organs for surgeries. Humans no longer had to wait in long lines in order to get the body parts they needed, instead, their own DNA could be used to incubate the needed organs inside of the bodies of animals. The situation was revolutionary and changed the medical field forever. This meant that the race for organ transplants was still large, but suddenly it was so much more manageable. But with this realization the rich started funding projects to make a proper chimera, they wanted to have their own pets. Humans with the features of animals that they could keep and own, something that would be interesting and only draw more attention to their wealth. So it happened, scientists were able to use the medical developments of the organ growing chimeras to make human hybrids. Suddenly the anime cliches of girls with the ears and tails of cats existed, the world was changing and people were frantically trying to see how they could change the dynamics of their lives. Instead of miscarriages, scientists worked to incubate the abandoned eggs and sought to modify them so they could grow into these hybrids. Creatures of every kind were being tested for compatibility. There were canines, amphibians, fish, felines, everything was being tested, but some became more attractive than others. In both looks, and mannerisms.
The hybrids that were grown were seen not seen as humans, after all, they had the DNA of animals coursing through them. They were tagged and told that they were not to be seen on the tier of humans and told they existed for the temporary excitement of their owners. In their race to ignore the possible humanity of their creatures scientists only examined their emotional intelligence. This was because if they tested any further they might have to admit that these hybrids were just as human as the people working on the hybrids. Instead, the focus was on whether the traits of their animal side was dangerous or too odd. If their quirks were too unfamiliar then scientists would attempt to take it from them. If it was too dangerous, they were locked away. They couldn’t be sold, after all, they could harm the people around them without the understanding that their actions were improper.
That was why Yoongi was sitting by a lake, waiting in a damp forest. He had been abandoned long ago, he had been a disaster from the start. He had the honour of being a snake hybrid, not only was he not cute and fluffy, but his sharp teeth and scaled skin intimidated the strongest of buyers. He had lived his life alone in a containment facility. His creator had been enamoured with snakes and had found a breed that reminded him of home. When he produced Yoongi, he had hoped he had made a hybrid that would be as beautiful as its origin and as docile as a common pet. But that was not what happened. Yoongi produced venom much like the mamushi snake he had been derived from, and his attitude was dark and hostile. He was friendly enough, but he had little patience for things that bored him, and he was quick to send away all those that annoyed him. He never had the hope of being adopted, of being a sullen owned half-breed. Though he supposed that was not such a bad thing. Despite that, Yoongi still felt insufferably alone. When the scientist had realized that Yoongi had no hope of being adopted, no chance of being loved, he let him go. He released Yoongi into a forest in a reclusive part of their country and left the hybrid to fend for himself.
Yoongi had hated the scientist for a long time, he had been fearful of going mad, or of dropping into the instinctual mood of his predatory side. But Yoongi had survived, he had managed to make a home in the lonely forest. He had found a cave that was humid in the summer. He had taken to curling up in the heat and relaxing in the warm weather, but when the cold came he would scurry to the back and drop into a hibernate like state. As much as the scientists wished that he was more like the creature he was modelled after, he truly wasn’t. His body was not made to live off of only a few months of food then lie in wait for the warmth. So every season when the heat came back he would pull himself from the cave taunt and malnourished and try to keep going. The strain on his body left him feeling useless, there was nobody and nothing by his side. He felt as though there was little he could do. He wished he could move in the cold, he wished he could go out into society. But he knew the scales that speckled around his eyes, and the sharp point of his teeth made his origins obvious. He could never last in the cold without becoming lethargic, and he could never get adopted with his sullied origins. Yoongi had become well aware that his life was simply to remain in such a strained state. Never warm enough, never full enough, and never content. It was the life he was due simply because a man had played god with his DNA. There was no way for him to escape, at least, that was what he had always thought.
Yoongi’s days of loneliness had ended when he heard giggles in the forest. His fingers had been skimming the cool water of the lake, the smell of rocks and insects had his tongue flicking in his mouth. It took all his control to block out the overwhelming scents of nature, it was then that he smelt something odd. Something man-made, he could smell chemicals in the air, it made his skin crawl and reminded him of his days in the clean room. With a sigh, he pushed himself up and walked along the damp foliage. His shoes were well worn and he could feel everything he stepped on through the thin bottoms, but he was well used to the wet weeds and moist dirt. It was warmest by the lake after all, so it was where he spent his time. The heat from summer would hit the lake and spin the air with such humidity that he could feel his scales shiver with pleasure. He wondered if the humans that were wandering around his forest were seeking the same respite from the cold. Even in the summer it could sneak along the wind and harass his sensitive skin. But it was his home so, with curiosity, he wandered along the trees so he could see the group. Two females were walking along his forest giggling amongst each other. He had no plan to watch them, at least until he saw you. His sharp gaze had landed on you and he watched with fascination. Something about you caught his gaze, he wasn’t sure if it was the way you watched your friend with amusement, laughing as much as you watched out for her. Or if it was because your hands were always ready to steady your friend, as much as you were excited to move along the small path.
"The campground isn’t far, right?“ Your voice was music to his ears, he hadn’t met many women in his time contained. The ones he did were cold and clinical, much like his creator. They prodded him and asked him questions, never speaking with the tender tone you did. He supposed it was your voice that caught him at the start because the chance to hear something so rare and delicate was intoxicating.
"Well, it isn’t much of a campground now.” Your friend spoke warily, with a sheepish look. Her voice was nice, he supposed, but it lacked the delightful lilt you had. So Yoongi tilted his head and watched the girls walk further away, not dwelling any further on your friend. He knew the place she spoke of, and he didn’t think it was good enough for you. The forest used to be a tourist area, but when the local mine shut down the people left the local area and it lost its interest. The campground still existed but much of it had grown over, there were only a few safe areas. So for you, it wouldn’t be comfortable.
"Of course, because when you said I was going to help with your photography project that obviously meant an abandoned campground.“ Your sarcasm was sharp and Yoongi felt his lips curl in amusement as he listened. His steps were silent against the plants as he followed you, he knew your words would disappear if you saw him. A monster like him was only made to create fear after all. So he licked his lips from his stress, and the simple action filled his senses with your scent. He knew the sweet smell was you, who else would smell so delicate?
"Hey, you voted for roughing it.” Your friend smiled at you, and Yoongi wondered if all women could smile as nicely as you did when you looked back at your friend. Yoongi brushed his hair out of his face to see you better, but as he did he saw the speckles of scales that littered his hand. He couldn’t forget his place, he wasn’t just a hybrid, after all, he was also a monster. The teeth that rested in his mouth contained toxic venom, which was most definitely dangerous for humans. The venom was nothing compared the brown and black scales that littered his skin, flowering on his pale skin. Even his looks were abhorrent.
"I didn’t vote for being alone in a forest, what if we die,“ you said your words with little fear. You didn’t believe that any harm could come to you, you had never encountered anything truly dangerous after all. So why would such a worry be on your mind? But Yoongi saw the danger, so your words scared him. He was going to leave you and your friend behind, he truly was. Or he had wanted to at least but what kind of person would he have to be to leave you alone? Your friend hadn’t brought anything to protect you, and you looked so delicate so he couldn’t let you be alone. It would be his fault if you got hurt, and he never wanted to see the pain on your face.
Which was why when you had gotten to the campground and found the clearest spot, Yoongi had sat down in the foliage and watched with a curious expression as you sent up the tent. The thin fabric perplexed him, it couldn’t protect you if the weather turned. He was no stranger to the rain and storms that flooded his forest, such a small thing would blow over leaving you and your friend cold and uncomfortable in the chill. His small cave would be much safer, he had filled it with things left by the other humans, it was safe and comfortable. You wouldn’t have the same worries about the weather, not if he was the one to provide for you. His den had taken him a long time to put together, it was perfect for him so wouldn’t that mean it was perfect for you? But your friend, he wasn’t sure he liked her yet and he would never open his den to a stranger. She was pretty, of course, he found women had a natural beauty about them, but beauty meant nothing to him. Beauty did not create trust after all, so if he were to choose a mate, someone to share his den with he would never use beauty as a measure. Somehow he knew that if he had to choose a mate, he would want you. He had heard the scientists bring it up many times, hybrids had a capability to mate with humans. It wasn’t abnormal, but he had always known he would never get a chance to. Not only was his bite deathly but he would never get adopted and thus never get a chance to find a woman he wanted. Yet there was the beautiful you, with the tender voice and soft eyes. He wanted to cherish the look on your innocent face, he wanted to protect you and provide for you as your mate. But he hadn’t even said a word to you yet. He was unsure how humans told their mates they wanted them, but all he knew was he wanted you with him and not your friend. So he leaned against the tree and waited, his eyes sliding closed as he basked in the heat of the summer day.
Yoongi was well acquainted with waiting, he spent half of the year doing so after all. He had become used to laying in the ripped blankets, waiting for winter to end. He had gotten used to the bone weary tiredness that overtook him by the time summer hit, and the wait for some food to come anywhere near him. He would wait, and wait, and rest until something came close enough for him to feed and gain even a miniscule amount of energy. So when the sun had fallen away, leaving the scent of night teasing at his nose, he had opened his eyes with a peaceful sigh. He wasn’t sure if he could hold in his excitement but he knew he had to try. His joints ached, and he had to stretch when he got up. His body was still malnourished, his life in the wilderness was harmful to his human side. Despite that, he had no wish to go back to the sheltered life he had lived before. He preferred the aches of his weary limbs over the crushing loneliness and judging glares he had garnered from the scientists. The thoughts made his eyes droop with his resentment, but he shoved it away so he could focus on the tent he was approaching. His fingers grasped with zipper, and he slowly pulled it up so he could look inside the tent. He saw your friend first, she was curled up in her sleeping bag with her fingers gripping the man-made fabric close. Dismissing her he looked past her form and smiled when he saw you laying as if in wait for him. Your hair was a mess, and your lips were parted just enough for him to see how plush they were. He bit his lip softly, ignoring the sharp pinch against his skin. You were so beautiful, he was unsure how he had never seen someone as gorgeous as you. But, he supposed that was because there may not be anyone else like you.
He pulled you into his arms with a soft sigh of exertion, Yoongi was strong enough to hold you but he wasn’t used to using his muscles. He had no real use for strength, he had what he needed without any real use of force. A simple bite could take down the things he feared, all he needed was the speed he used to maneuver from what he perceived as dangerous. He hummed the thoughts away as he slowly zipped the tent closed, carrying you towards his den. He didn’t like the feeling of the sleeping bag you were nestled in. The fabric was abrasive against his skin and lacked any real cloth, it felt more like a smooth plastic than anything he would enjoy. But you seemed to enjoy it, so he let you remain inside. His hold was gentle, and his steps were quiet as he moved. He was scared he would wake you, he didn’t want to disturb your rest. His mate deserved the best after all, and if you wanted to be in peace you should have it. Yoongi felt a stirring of guilt in his chest as he ducked under a branch, avoiding the trees as much as he could for you. He was terrified that you would hate him when you awoke and saw his scale speckled face. He was not a cat, he was not a dog, and he knew humans preferred such creatures. But he had chosen you, so that was that, mating was a choice after all. If he chose you then that was it, wasn’t it? Yoongi hadn’t learned much about love, he knew nothing about it just that it was an elusive thing connected to mating. So if he chose you as his mate, you must love him, and he must love you. Such thoughts set him at ease.
"I promise I’ll take care of you,” Yoongi said as he ducked into his cave. The stone face was low, but the inside was tall and deep. Its low entrance kept the wind and rain out, letting him curl in his blankets in peace whenever the cold took him over and kept any possible bears from coming upon him as he slept. He had problems with some other creatures, but it never lasted long before he made it out safely. His ability to keep his den safe, he hoped you would appreciate it, and that you would know he could keep you safe so you would never have to fear. He heaved out a sigh as he laid you down on his pile of blankets. The cloth was scavenged from when the humans had left the nearby town. Most places had been cleared out, but some places like the homeless shelters had things left behind. He had brought everything he thought he could use. There was a little table off to the side, he never used it but it held books warped from the humid air. There was a tarp along the ground that held all his blankets, keeping the cloth from getting wet, but the sharp scent of mould still hit his nose. He could do nothing for the moist air or its manner of destroying his things. The best he could do was to make a small cover for the entrance of his cave. It was a shabby thing made of planks and covered in tarp and it did nothing for the air but it did its job enough that he felt safe in his little den. Yoongi curled up beside you, relaxing as the scent of his den filled his nose. He could taste you beside him, and that alone helped his eyes slide shut and left his muscles loose. With you by his side, he knew he would never have to worry about sleep again.
Yoongi woke up to the sound of you shuffling in your sleeping bag, he could smell your scent turn sour as your confusion rose. It wasn’t a pleasant smell at all, in fact, he was quite sure it was a smell he would prefer to never smell again. He missed the sweet way you had smelt the day before when you had been laughing with your friend. “What’s wrong?” He opened his eyes, questioning you with a confused expression perched on his sharp face. Your face was beautiful up close, and he found it cute how you stared with eyes so wide with your own confusion. Your lips parted and he wondered why you weren’t saying anything, it was frustrating to him. You had been so kind with your friend, he had spent the whole day previous wondering what it would sound like for you to give him the beautiful words you had.
"Who are you?“ When you finally spoke it was with a tense body and clenched fingers. You could see only faintly in the cave, the entrance only let in a little bit of light after all. Yoongi’s face was only a shadow in the darkness, but that didn’t alleviate your fear at all. To wake up in a strange place, alone with a male you had never seen before was a terrifying experience. The only reason you had yet to run was that you were so just as scared as you were lost. To be in the presence of such a stranger who had managed to steal you away in the night meant that you had no idea if he would kill you with any move. Perhaps you were selfish, but you wanted to live, you didn’t want to lose your life, and so you stared at him through the darkness hoping that it was all some sick dream. But the sharp scent of decay and musk convinced you that your dream may just be the reality.
"Yoongi,” his voice was harsh to your ears. Yoongi was just as scared as you, after all, he was so used to humans running from him that he feared you would as well. “Are you hungry? I can find you something,” he was eager to please you, he wanted you to think that he was a viable mate. Yoongi didn’t want to let you think that he would ever leave you lacking, he had to prove himself after all. “Y/n?” His nose bumped your neck as he opened his mouth, tasting your scent again. The sour scent made him choke and back away, looking at you with growing annoyance.
"How do you know who I am,“ you shot back at his actions, your voice wavering as your hands slipped on the stone you had backed onto. Your body fell back and you hit the rock with a heavy gasp following as you stared up at the ceiling of the cave. Your vision was only clear for moments before he was hovering over you, his brown eyes focused with worry. Your heart stuttered with fear when you saw scales surrounding his eyes, like tears around his pale skin. A hybrid. You had never owned one, you never believed in the containment of humans. No matter what anyone said you knew they had intellect and that they were no more a pet than you were. But you weren’t ignorant, you knew that they were dangerous because as human as they were they had the instincts of an animal. You knew that even though they were made to be pets, most never made the cut, snakes included. The reptiles were not able to fit into society smoothly enough, the few that managed to get adopted were put down due to their lack of restraint. The snakes were volatile and had a habit of biting the people that got in their way, something that was dangerous when some had inherited the venom of their animal side.
"I saw you yesterday, I watched you,” Yoongi spoke quietly, his gaze softening as he looked down at you. It was a success that you hadn’t screamed or ran. You loved him too, he believed that completely. “I knew when I first saw you, you’re perfect. I couldn’t find anyone better than you.” He was ignorant to your shaking fingers that pressed against the ground as if that would steady you. He couldn’t see the way you flinched when he leaned in closer. All he could see was your beautiful eyes looking at him, and your delicate nose that sloped so gently that he wondered if you were sculpted instead of born. He could see the questions in your eyes, and his lips curled into a smile at how attractive you looked under him. Docile, but he could feel the spark of life in you. “You’re mine, Y/n. You’re my mate,” he said with wonder evident in his voice. His head ducked low again as he took in your scent. He could smell something else within the sour fear radiating from you, something that gave him hope.
"I have a boyfriend,“ the lie fell from your shaking lips as you tried to steady your breath. You were rightfully terrified, but there was a primal attraction when he spoke so definitively. You had never liked the thought of being owned, yet you had always felt arousal at the thought of being claimed. The idea that somebody could want you so much that they would do such a thing. It was a conflicting pleasure, something that gave you guilt as much as it did attraction. Your sins had finally caught up to you, your silent dreams had lead you into the den of a likely venomous hybrid. They had lead you right into his arms, and right under his lithe body.
"Not anymore,” Yoongi may have been a snake, but the growl that shook his at his vocal cords was worthy of any wild feline. The thought that you belonged to anyone else terrified him, he could feel his fangs ache with the venom that flowed through them. His creator had never removed the glands that produced his venom, he had planned to release Yoongi the whole time. But in the situation where he was hovering over his mate, he regretted such a thing. No matter how much safety it gave him, any moment where he could hurt his mate was petrifying. “You’re mine, I’m the one who will protect you, and I am the one who will provide for you.” He breathed out heavily through his nose, trying to repress his frustration. But it was impossible, knowing that his mate had another was enough to make him snap. He had finally made it out of the darkness, he had finally found a way to stop being alone and some stranger miles away risked it all being destroyed. You were terrified beneath him, but he couldn’t find it in himself to notice. Instead, his thoughts were focused on how he could replace your fictional boyfriend, he couldn’t be a good mate if he knew you had another on your mind after all.
Your breaths steadied slowly, and you matched him without a second thought. You felt suffocated under him, waiting in the silence for any reaction. His body above yours was encompassing, and every moment under him caused his eyes to darken until all you saw was black. What little light illuminated his face only made you notice the predatory look in his eyes and the stiff setting of his jaw. But he, he felt completely different from you. Yoongi felt empowered, he felt safe, and he felt insufferably warm. You felt like the sun to him, the heat of your gaze settled in his bones and left him with a relief he only felt after hours in the sun. Your fearful gaze only reminded him how delicate you were, and made him want to pull you deeper into his den and hold you close. It made him want to mark you, a dry bite wouldn’t harm you, and he was almost tempted to risk it. He wanted to smell himself off of you, he could almost imagine how you would smell with a bit of him curled within you. He imagined that nothing could smell better than such a thing and he didn’t want to risk a stranger marking you first. No man could have you, no, he would never let another man touch you. But his dreams meant nothing when you were settled beneath him so silently. “Say something,” Yoongi slammed his palm down by your head, desperate for your acknowledgment to his words. But you couldn’t find anything to say, what was there to say after all? You could see the feral look in his eyes, the reptile that was ready to strike, and you knew your life was something that could easily be lost if the wrong thing was said.
Yoongi was thirsty for your attention, he longed for you to reach up and take his face into his hands. He wanted to feel you pull him to your neck, he wanted you to surrender yourself to him and let him take over. His sheer want for you was filling him, he needed to claim you, he needed to prove that you were his and his alone. But the way you looked into his eyes told him that there was something else that needed attention. Because he knew you were scared of him, he could see the growing confusion, the hatred. “Pay attention to me!” His voice echoed off the stone, filling the den with the sound of his desperation. It couldn’t happen, you couldn’t say no, you couldn’t. You were his, you had to say yes, you loved him didn’t you? He loved you, after all, so you had to, you had to. That was how it worked he took you to his den and you said yes, that was it.
"I hate you,“ the words spilled from your lips. Your determination was so strong, but Yoongi only chuckled. His lips curled up and he leaned closer to you, his lips brushing against the tender skin of your jaw. With a flick of his tongue, he licked your tender skin, revelling in the taste of you. You couldn’t, you couldn’t hate him. That wasn’t how it worked. You were his, and only his. You had lied about a boyfriend because you didn’t know what he had for you, but he knew best. You would drop the facade and you would come to him with understanding.
"No, you don’t,” Yoongi said with a shaky laugh. His eyes were burning with his determination, you loved him too. His nose nuzzled into the crook of your neck as his hollowed fangs brushed against your skin, still stiff with venom. “You can’t hate me, because I love you.” His words were convincing enough for him, it was his own reality. But if you fought, there must have been a reason, there must have been a source of your agitation. He blinked slowly and moved off of you. His scrawny frame was still taller than yours, towering over you as he stood and looked down at you on the ground. “Is it the den? I thought you would like it, but humans. They like other things,” he tilted his head curiously, and the scales on his neck caught the light as he moved. He had seen how tightly the humans had clutched their possessions as they left their town behind. “You want your den,” his voice trailed off as he grasped your hand to pull you up. You had the audacity to push yourself up off of the ground, and that made his nose flare with frustration. But he had to be understanding, he needed to be. His mate was just confused, he must have moved too fast. You didn’t understand that you were supposed to lean on him. “We’ll go to your den then,” he brushed your jaw with his thumb and smiled. He had such hopes for his own den, he had dreamt of a night spent curled up in his own cave with you happy in his arms. But his love wanted her own home, and he could not fault you for that. He had to be the one to make the sacrifice.
"No!“ Your voice was sharp, piercing the cave with its pitch. Your words stirred the reptile within him, your reaction was unacceptable. Yoongi grasped your neck and pulled you close, the feeling of your chest hitting his was a small relief that gave him the strength to not act. He had been scared he would harm you, but he felt the restraint, and the need to coddle you. You were precious to him after all, and everything within him knew that.
"Yes,” his thumb gently stroked your neck, as if his hold wasn’t lethal. “I go where my mate goes, and my beautiful mate wants to go home. Doesn’t she?” He watched your eyes flicker, and he held onto to euphoria that you were looking right at him. Your attention was completely on him, and there was nothing else that was taking you from him. He felt as though he could watch you for years, your beauty was mesmerizing enough that he had forgiven your shout.
"Y-yes,“ you said. The stutter only drew a growing smile from his dried lips. Yoongi truly believed that even your fear was enticing. It was as though everything that you did was a mating call that begged him to bit into your delicate neck and mark you as his. Everything about you was enough to make him abandon his den which was the one place where he could ever feel safe. But you were worth it. So instead of responding, he let his grip on your neck loosen, and his palms ran down your body until his hands were on your waist. The silence in the cave was nothing to him, but he could feel your shaking under his pale skin.
"Then let’s go home.” Yoongi hummed as his grip on your waist tightened. He knew it was silly to fear you disappearing but it was all he knew. Your weary eyes and quivering lips were enough to make him want to pull you against him and into his blankets. It made him want to hold you tight and never let go, to sleep away even the summer if it meant that you stayed with him. But he knew that your refusal from before was over, you had finally realized what he wanted. You had realized that all he wanted was to love you. He wanted to keep you and let everyone know that you were his and that you would only mate with him, and him alone. He didn’t know what would happen in the future when he went home with you, but he knew that he would never take no for an answer. Wherever you went he would go as well, after all, that was what a lover did.
Word Count: 3.7k
Pairing: BTS x Reader
Genre: Fluff, Angst (but not really angst bc I suck at angst)
Warning(s): Yoongi crying )): , Hyuk is an asshole, lots of cussing, someone’s fist hits someone’s face, violence, the numbers aren’t real btw, talk about verbal and physical abuse, uhh yeah I think that’s it, OH it’s pretty badly written bc life is tough man but enjoy!
Summary: The members didn’t think they could be any more content than they were at the moment. They were getting to become known worldwide and have inspired a significant amount of other hybrids to follow their aspirations. However, when Y/n strolled into the room, they realized they could turn out to be quite a lot more satisfied.
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Hyuk swung the door open, Yuna following behind him. Taking a deep breath in, you followed as well. When you walked in you could see all of the guys glaring at your boyfriend with distaste, tension strong in the air. Yet, as soon as you came into their line of sight, the glares softened, smiles gracing their faces, the air feeling light and happy once again. You nervously smiled back as you stood in between Yuna and Hyuk. Your boyfriend took your hand and the boys all lowly growled and glared at your joined hands. For some strange reason you didn’t want to make them angry. You could pass it off as not wanting to offend them, but you knew you were just insecure of what they thought. So, not wanting to anger them any further, you tried to pull your hand out of Hyuk’s grasp. Though this proved to be difficult as he just kept tightening his grip.
You cleared your throat, trying to lighten the mood, “Hi.” The sound of your voice seemed to calm the stiff hybrids.
The golden retriever, who you remember him introducing himself as ‘Hobi’ stepped forward. “Hello!” he said brightly, his tail wagging back and forth in excitement. It was cute how excited he got when meeting new people and you couldn’t help but to giggle. His ears twitched and his eyes lit up when he heard it.
“Hello, thank you for coming back here,” Namjoon said as he held his hand out to you. Shaking his hand, you smiled politely. As you let go of his hand, his smile somewhat left his face but he was quick to make it return before you could notice.
SO MUCH YES!!!! I stan everyone!!! Sans Hyuk but like Team Yuna! Team Body Guard! Team MC! Team BTS! SO MANY TEAMS ❤❤❤
Z and P 👀👀
Z- zodiac sign? Virgo
P- person last texted? My homie Kami
YOOOOOOOOO HOMIE ❤❤❤ FML YOU'RE PERFECT
When Yoongi was abandoned by his creator, he lost himself in the darkness. He had never had any hope for love or even his own humanity, but when a human stumbled into his forest he thought that maybe that could change. But he forgot that humans have a mind of their own, and his woman might not like being pulled into his world.
Date: March 1st
Est Word Count: 4,000
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Amusing fact to add, every time Tolkein needed to edit his manuscript he would actually completely rewrite eveything. Not once did he just spot edit, the final books we see today were rewritten hundreds of times. No wonder it's such perfection ❤
