love me, touch me
Genre: Slice Of Life(?), Drama, Fluff, Angst, Romance
Warning(s): Vulgar Language, Hybrid Hate
Word Count: 1, 900 words
Pairing: Shiba Inu! Hybrid! Jimin x Fem! Reader
Summary: You hate hybrids with a passion, at least that’s what you tell yourself. Your best friend, Amber, asks– or forces you to adopt a feral hybrid that’s meant to be put down.
Note: At some point I may change the name, but I don’t know what to change it too. Again, this is unedited.
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Regret, that’s what you instantly felt today as soon as you woke up.
Today you become the owner of a murderous hybird called #262, named after the lovable cartoon character, Stitch, or Experiment #262. The only reason you signed those adoption papers was so Amber could stop pestering you about hybrids that needed a good home, and how you should adopt one, plus those small newborn kittens had you soft.
You slowly and carefully walked into the lobby of your apartment building, the doorman holding the door open widely watching you with a slightly worried expression. “Good afternoon, Miss. [Last Name]. Busy as usual, yes?” He spoke politely as usual getting a slight head nod from you.
He waited until you were at least five feet away from the doors before closing them, leaving you on your own. Thankfully, the lobby was empty to day expect for the hybrid and security guard that kept watch. “Ma'am, are you okay?” The guard asked standing up from behind his desk, Sanha the Golden Retriever hybrid sat beside it watching you.
The guard shot the young boy a harsh glare, smacking the back of his head. “Are you blind, you dumb fuck? Go help the lady!” He snarled at the hybrid.
Sanha opened his mouth to say something, but was struck again before words could come out. Sanha held his head with both of his hands, soft whimpers coming from his throat. Hearing the guard growl in annoyance Sanha scrambled to his feet and rushed over to you, despite you being half way to the elevator.
“L- Let me help, Miss. [Last Name]!” Sanha put on a kind smile as he gently removed the papers from your grasp, not wanting to deal his his partner at the moment. “I’m Sanha, Mr. Umi’s hybrid.”
You stared at the hybrid, “Mr. Umi? As in my landlord Mr. Umi?” You questioned the retriever, pressing a button on the wall for the elevator. You could see Sanha smile proudly nodding his head happily. You poor kid. You thought to yourself as the elevator doors opened.
Stepping onto it you pressed the highest number, Sanha quickly getting on and standing beside you. You both stood there in a kind of comfortable silence until you decided to speak. “Have you gone on your heat yet, Sanha?”
Sanha’s eyes widen, “E- Excuse me?”
You stood there for a moment before shrugging your shoulders, “Nothin’, just ignore me. I just need help with work. I need a hybrid that’s had a least one heat, thats all.”
The elevator let out a geeful ding coming to a halt, the doors opening widely revealing your floor. You and Sanha got off the elevator and walked over to your apartment which was straight across from the elevator.
“Don’t these apartments cost a arm and a leg?” He asked looking around at the other three doors. “They’re for super rich people.”
“I guess. I mean, it barely makes a dent in my account so I can afford it.” You told him pushing the door open, walking in. You slipped your shoes off and watched Sanha skillfully take his off without dropping the papers.
“Woah, you’re super rich.”
The freshly waxed oak flooring shined beautiful underneath all the the natural light that flowed in from the large windows and the skylights. The living room connected with your kitchen, but the island kind of separated them, but not completely. The walls were a pure white color until you got to the kitchen then they were a nice dark gray. The furthest wall in your living room had a flat screen tv pinned up to it, and a jet black sectional a few feet away from it with white, black and gold colored pillows decorating it. A glass coffee table sat in between the tv and couch on top of a black and white fur rug, with a succulent and remotes placed on it.
The hybrid walked over to your table, his eyes lighting up brightly feeling the soft faux fur under his feet. He bent down a little and placed the papers on the table gently making two piles. “We stay in the basement, my hyungs and I. We don’t have too much, and this might not look like anything to you, but it’s amazing to me.” Sanha spoke softly sitting on the floor, the back of his calves keeping his butt off the ground.
He looked at you with a gentle smile, “Can help I help you with your work, ma'am?”
You crossed your arms beneath your bust, letting a soft sigh fall from your lips. A part of you didn’t want to send him back downstairs with that guard but the other part honestly didn’t care. “Whatever, Sanha. Have you eaten today? Do you want a sandwich and some juice?”
The Gold Retriever hybrid grinned, nodding his head furiously. “Yes, please!”
You laid a blanket over the hybrid’s sleeping figure, sitting on the edge of the couch. You ran your fingertips through his blond locks, a faint smile on your lips.
❝You’re such a creep, [Name]!❞ He giggled pulling you closer to his larger frame. ❝Watching people sleep is so weird, even if it is when they’re their prettiest.❞
You scowled at the familiar voice filling your brain, backing away from the young sleeping boy. You crossed your arms and walked away from him into the kitchen, irritated by your mind. You did a little cleaning up since Sanha had more than a sandwich and juice; the boy could eat just as much as Seokjin, and Seokjin could eat.
As you finished loading up the dishwasher you heard a knock on your front door which caused Sanha to break out into a sudden growl, staring at him from across the island you could see the boy looking quite scared as he growled lowly.
You pressed on on button and picked up a rag drying your hands off while walking to the door, “Go in my guest room, Sanha. Sleep there, ‘kay? It’s just my new hybrid.”
“Oh, okay..” Sanha wrapped the blanket around him and wandered down the hall into a guest room believing your words even though you had no idea if it was true.
If if was Sanha’s owner, Mr. Umi, you didn’t want him in the room to hear.
You unlocked the door and tugged it open, a woman standing in front of you with a clipboard in hand. “Good afternoon, Miss [Last Name]. I am Doctor Rhee Bomi, and I’ll be #626’s at home doctor.” She explained showing you a badge which you barely looked at due to a crate sitting behind her with two men standing beside it.
“Oh, your hybrid is in there. It’s how we move most hybrids. It’s easy and quick.” Bomi explained snapping her fingers while walking past you, her eyes looking around your apartment. “I should become a hybrid specialist if you can afford this place.”
“You make my job sound easy.”
The doctor turned around on her heel flashing you a fake smile. “It is.” She silently ordered the men to open the box.
“Sweetheart, my work will always be more complicated than staring at a hybrid’s dick, asking someone if they’re satisfied with the size.” You smiled right back at Bomi before slamming the door shut, walking over to the sectional.
Bomi merely rolled her eyes, “Anyway, do what your best at and fill these papers out. And I’ll check your hybrid’s dick out, 'kay?”
“You think that bothers me, but in reality it doesn’t. One of us gets paid extra for when we have to touch a hybrid’s reproductive organ.” You winked at Bomi taking the paper from her and took a seat on your couch smirking to yourself.
As you began filling the forms out you felt a hard stare on you, and it wasn’t coming from Bomi or the moving men– who were both enjoying your surround sound and tv. You glanced up and met the eyes of the hybrid you paid thousands for. His eyes were cold and hard as Bomi turned his head left to right.
Who the hell does he think he is looking at me like that?
You looked back at the paper and wrote down the name Amber suggested to you; Park Jimin. You didn’t know or care where she got the name from, but you did assume she took inspiration from that game, Mystic Messenger.
“I’m finished. Here are Jimin’s measurements.”
Bomi held out the piece of paper, her sloppy handwriting barely readable, but you still took it and handed back the forms you filled out. She went through them, making sure you filled everything out.
“Great, just one more check up our center then Jimin’ll be checked regularly which is every six months. But is checkup is two months from now.”
Bomi started packing her things up, ordering the moving men to go downstairs and wait for her. The men thanked you for allowing them to lounge around– asking you not to report them as well– before doing as Bomi says. You stared at the blue haired girl amused, watching her.
“We still on for clubbin’ next week?” Bomi asked as soon as the guys closed the door, her formality suddenly disappearing. She held her clipboard in her hands humming at her thoughts. “Jimin is prone to getting horribly sick when his heats come. And his heats have been irregular since she passed.”
Jimin sat on the fair side of the couch, his head turned down and his onyx eyes focused on the floor as if he wasn’t listening to ever word that came out of Bomi’s mouth. He turned his head away from you both, his nose going into the air, sniffing at it. Jimin let out a low growl, his eyes now fixated on your hall. Even though no one stood in the halls, he could smell the young hybrid wreaking of fear.
Jimin’s eyes wander over to yours, “Bomi, get out. I’ll text you later, 'kay? Tell Amber, hi for me, yeah?” You stood up and pushed Bomi to your front door shoving her shoes into her hands and out the door.
“I knew you bought me for some reason, you’re just a specist with anger problems, huh? Abusing some pup? What? He’s lookin’ too bruised?” Jimin snarled at you standing over you.
“One Dog-breath, back the fuck up.” You shoved the Shiba Inu back glaring harshly at him. “Two, what the hell are you talking about? I may be somewhat of a specist but I don’t beat hybrid children, stupid-ass adults that accuse me of false things are a different story.”
“Then why is a pup back there afraid?”
“Maybe because he knows you’re a killer!”
Sanha walked out of a guest room shaking in fear, his tail between his legs and his hesrs back. “I- I should go.” He whispered with a blank yet fearful expression heading to the front door. “See you around, Jimin-hyung. Ma'am.”
You both stared at the dazed hybrid, confused. “See? I don’t even own him, why would I beat him?”
Jimin stared at you, “You tell me, you specist.”
You threw your hands up and ran your fingers through your hair walking away from your new charming hybrid. “Find your own fucking bedroom, you damn half-breed.”