My two babies, Freja and Anubis. Freja is an 8 week black lab Aussie Shepard mix. Anubis is a h*ckin old doggo (not sure how old, Im guessing between 9-12) and his previous owners also don’t know his breed. He’s a grumpy diva who loves to sleep and she’s a curious pup who annoys him, but he low key loves to play with her
One does not simply get a cat and dog to play nice.
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It’s very rare that the chirping birds would wake you up,
usually it was the alarm on your phone or one of the boys. Nothing says good morning like a cat’s arm on
top of your face or a certain dog’s wandering nose digging around your lower
extremities. Strange, it’s awfully quiet
today and yet the sun seems to be brighter than normal. Your hand flies to your phone and the numbers
11:00 are displayed.
Crap, crap, crap! You tear out of bed, steamrolling over a cat
and accidentally kicking a dog with your foot.
Oops. The moan nor yelp doesn’t stop you from your mad
dash to the bathroom because of course your alarm wouldn’t go off on the day
you absolutely needed it the most. You
had 30 minutes to get ready and book it to class before you had to give a
presentation. While you’re busy brushing
your teeth and scrubbing your face, at the same time mind you, two dazed and
confused hybrids are still trying to figure out what happened.
“Tae, did your nose go to places it shouldn’t?” Yoongi
attempts to glare at the other boy, but it’s a little difficult to look intimidating
when his face is squashed in the pillow.
Taehyung gets the hint regardless and he frantically shakes
his head even though he knows the feline can’t see. “It wasn’t me; I was just sleeping!”
“Uh huh. Sure you
were.” A groan sounds from the fluff as Yoongi
flicks his tail around in the hopes of annoying the pup. It works and Taehyung smacks the white tail
out of his face while spitting stray fur that stuck to his mouth.
“My nose didn’t move at all.
I kept my head on her thigh the entire night.” Taehyung yanks the covers over himself and
squeezes into a ball, trying to get comfortable again.
“Why do you like it down there anyway?” Yoongi questions, rolling onto his back where
he previously was before you accidentally repositioned him. The black-haired boy looks at the other with
narrowed eyes, cringing from the light peering through your window.
“Her thighs make great pillows, they’re very soft.” Taehyung blissfully sighs and he cuddles the
pillow closest to him for emphasis.
As if thinking of you was a way to summon your presence, you
come barreling into the room and nearly rip your closet door off the hinges,
frantically looking for something that would pass as decent and professional.
“Is everything okay, sweetheart?” Taehyung asks from your bed as both him and
Yoongi watch you with mild interest as you hook a bra over your chest.
“Yeah, everything’s fine.
Just running a little late.” You
breathlessly respond. A little?
More like very late, your brain corrects.
Finally plucking a nice black and white dress from the
clothes hanger, it ends up opening two more important questions. Stepping into the striped outfit, you yank it
up and as you’re zipping it, you catch sight of two sets of eyes openly staring
at your assets.
“Hey, my eyes are up here.”
Motioning for them to pay attention as you reach for your jewelry box
and tug out two pairs of necklaces.
“Really quick, diamond or teardrop shaped necklace for today?”
“Diamond.” The blonde
sounds out from under his blanket fort.
mumbles, more so picking the one that sounds prettier and not actually taking
the time to observe the pieces of accessories.
You roll your eyes.
“Yeah, I can’t wear both so pick one.
I have a major project I have to present and I want to look nice, so try
“Teardrop.” Are the
two exact answers you get once more.
You toss the diamond one back into the box and clasp the
crystalline teardrop necklace around your neck.
“Okay, then. I’m afraid to ask,
but black or white?” You point to the
two sets of heels in your closet.
“White.” Are the two
simultaneous responses and the hybrids glare at one another.
“No, black.” Taehyung
“What? She needs to
stand out. White.” Yoongi counters with agitation rising as he
heaves himself into a sitting position.
“Black matches more.”
Taehyung also crawls out from the blankets and kneels into a crouch.
“No, it doesn’t. The
dress is black and white, but the
white will even it out.” The feline’s
hair stands on end as his tail begins to bristle and puff out.
“But then there’s too much white on the bottom, she should
pick black.” Taehyung points at your
dress without breaking eye contact with the other male.
You glance at your watch, seeing the seconds steadily tick
around the face, reminding you that class began in 15 minutes and yet a fight
was about to break out in your bedroom.
“Guys, this isn’t helping.” Not
that they heard you, no, they were still caught in a battle of the colors.
“Black is better-”
“Ugh, never mind, forget I asked. I’m leaving now!” You announce, slipping your feet into the
black heels, deciding to appease them by choosing one of each. They’re not even fazed by your notice and you
repeat yourself. The second time does
nothing either and you roll your eyes as you stomp towards the bed.
Bending down you quickly kiss the still arguing cat and dog’s
lips, which ends up cutting off their opinions and the dangerous explosion that
was sure to follow. It’s like a switch was flipped in both of them, they’re silent
and unmoving as if you reset them from a glitch. You grasp their chins, forcing them to look
at you and they regard you nonchalantly.
“That’s enough. It’s
not a big deal, alright? I’m sorry, but
I really have to go now. Please stop
fighting and I love you both, my color enthusiasts.”
Ruffling blonde and black hair, you wish them good luck before
you run to the living room to retrieve your bag and materials before clomping
out the front door. Once the door slams
and your retreating footsteps fade does Taehyung speak first with a smug grin
to the cat. “Told you so-ah!” He yips and vaults off the bed, ducking for
cover as a hiss wards him away.
When the warning sound stops, Taehyung carefully peeks over
the edge of the bed, fully expecting a puffed cat with claws at the ready, but
apparently the mattress was more powerful than his smart ass comments as he
sees Yoongi curled back up in a ball under the sheets. Taehyung crawls along the floor and when he
reaches the side closest to the cat he props his head on the bed. Yoongi looks as if he already fell asleep,
which wouldn’t be a surprise, his head is tucked under his arm and his tail
wrapped around his own leg. The dog
proceeds to climb up the bed and on top of said sleeping cat who groans under
the weight of the other hybrid.
“What are you doing, pup?”
The older male asks, not even bothering to open his eyes.
“At least she wore the teardrop necklace.” He nuzzles into his cheek, hugging the cat
The feline sighs and props his head in his palm, knowing
exactly where this was going. “Let me
rephrase. What do you want, pup?” Yoongi gets his answer in the form of a loud
growl that vibrates along his back and echoes throughout the room.
Another sigh. “Set
the table and I’ll cook breakfast for you.”
Taehyung yips and licks the cheek he had been previously nuzzling before
darting out the door towards the kitchen.
“Umm, are you just that hungry or is that clock over there
wrong and we’re actually minutes away from the next class starting? Please don’t be the latter because I’m not
finished with my homework.” Your friend
pleads as you frantically stab and engulf the vegetables on your salad. You were currently in the process of scarfing
down your lunch from the cafeteria as if you were starving, which in this case
The presentation had gone well, but the nonexistent
breakfast and stress from before had drained you of your energy. Other than your friend, no one else batted an
eye at your animalistic behavior, too consumed in their own conversations and
productive tasks of schoolwork. Rush
hour had just passed for lunch so there weren’t as many students present at the
muted gray round tables.
“The clock’s right, don’t worry, you procrastinator. I accidentally slept in and didn’t get to eat
breakfast this morning.” You explain
over a piece of lettuce while shoving even more of the green leaves into your
Your friend looks at you as if you’d grown two heads because
surely she’d misheard you. “You overslept.” She says in disbelief.
“Yes, surprise, surprise.
Speaking of which, you got to
class before me?” You counter.
“Talk about opposite day.” It
seems like your hybrids weren’t the only ones acting out of character today. Not once had your friend beaten you to class,
always either struggling with the horridly overridden parking lot or stuck in
the long line at the campus coffee shop.
“Yeah, well, the boys decided they wanted to be early birds
today and when they’re up, everyone’s up.
I figured I could get a head start this morning.” She laughs, munching on some rice as she does
Her reply triggers your memory and you are reminded of your
own boys and how strange they were acting this morning. “Actually that reminds me. Do your hybrids ever not get along?”
She crinkles her brows as she stops to think for a second
before shaking her head. “No, Hobi and
Minie always seem to get along.
Why? Wait. Don’t tell me they’re back at it again.”
You wave your hand to express that it was nothing compared
to when they first met. “No, no, nothing
like that. It’s just they, uh, kind of
got into a little disagreement earlier this morning. Nothing serious, they couldn’t decide on
which necklace and heels I should wear today, it was probably nothing.” You tell her because everyone argues every
now and then. Then again, it wasn’t
exactly common for people to go into fight mode when they got into a spat.
Her eyes light up as she immediately senses the issue. “Ah, sounds like someone’s going to be going
through the whole cat versus dog thing soon.”
Your face mimicked your thoughts as you look at her with undeniable
confusion. She rolls her eyes and takes
a swig of her drink. “Sweetie, you’re
living with a cat and dog hybrid. Out of
all the hybrid species, those two get along the least. You’re basically sharing a home with a
werewolf and vampire, it’s in their nature to not like each other.”
Is she serious? “Psh, that’s ridiculous. Yoongi and Taehyung aren’t anything like
that.” You stab a piece of potato and
eat it, chewing the spud in the hopes of distracting yourself from the pointed
stare that is directed at you.
Never mind, you can’t ignore it. “Oh come on, you don’t really think they
would do that. Would they?” Worry is present in your last question and
your friend looks at you with sympathy.
“Even if it’s not intentional, they’re more than likely
gonna fight again. It’s bound to happen
at some point. I don’t know much, but
from what I understand it’s like a weird phase they go through apparently. First there’s a few arguments and then before
you know it, it’s a full-fledged war. At
least, that’s what the boys told me back when they used to live at the
“Are you sure they’re not exaggerating?” Remembering how the bunny and dog boy tried
to explain how they were defending your friend’s home from a dangerous enemy
and not a mere fly. Supposedly, it was
imperative that they got rid of the threat as quick as possible, even if that
meant sacrificing the table lamp in the process.
“Probably,” scooping up another spoonful of white rice, “but
remember when you had all that trouble in the beginning?” She points out.
“Of course, how could I forget? I mean, the cat and dog thing makes sense,
but they’ve come so far. And if this is going
to be a problem soon, what can I do?”
You flick a piece of potato across your plate, worried that your friend
was right and a small part of you feared about the potential and dangerous
activities occurring back at your apartment.
Ones that threatened the lives of your furniture and well-being of your
“Well, technically, the cat and dog are supposed to be
separated and then they spend a few hours with one another until they’re used
to each other.”
You give her a dead look.
“Yeah, I can’t exactly do that.”
She throws the same expression back at you and flicks a
piece of rice in your direction as mock punishment for interrupting her. “I know, I know. If you would let me finish, I was going to say
you need to somehow do the opposite.” A
light bulb seems to go off in her head when she says that and a big smile forms
on her lips as she points the plastic fork at you. “I think I have just the thing for you. Actually I think I still have it in my car,
we can stop by after we finish eating.”
Her entire being screams with anticipation and you eye her
with obvious distrust. When she had the
cat that ate the canary sly grin on her face, you knew she had some wild and
out of this world plan in mind. One that
you were sure you weren’t going to be keen about. “Why do I have a bad feeling about
“Because you know me.”
She smirks and stabs a couple of pieces of chicken with her fork.
You both finish eating and you’re now standing beside her
car in the parking lot as your friend tosses some sort of pink thing at
“What the hell?!” You
screech as you identify the fuzzy object as a pair of handcuffs.
“Hear me out for a second.
Or not.” She sighs when you
practically chunk the toy at her.
Unfortunately, she won’t let you get rid of them that easily
as she merely unzips your backpack and tucks the sex toy into the bottom while
you remain speechless. “As I was saying,
take these home with you and try them out, see what happens. If they start to argue or whatever just slap
them on. Oh! Before I forget, here’s the key.” She fishes it out of her pocket before making
you hold the cold metal in your palm.
You eye the silver key as if it was about to take a bite out
of your hand and you look at her, skepticism evident in your voice. “You want me to use a sex toy as a counseling tool for my hybrids? Out of all your crazy ideas you’ve created in
the time that I have known you, this one takes the cake.”
She grasps your shoulders and leans close to you. “Think about it. You can’t keep them separated in your
apartment so why not use this as a way for them to get past their differences
by working together?” She suggests.
“This is never going to work. Yoongi can barely stand Taehyung some days
let alone be chained up with him.” Knowing
the canine, he would probably talk the cat boy’s ears off and end up with a
duct tape covered mouth.
Your friend rolls her eyes and head all the way back before
righting yourself. “Come on, girl. We all know how much that cat loves him. It’ll be just fine, trust me.”
You couldn’t believe you were going along with this insane
scheme. Of course, you didn’t exactly
have any other brilliant ideas being delivered to your brain. Heaving a deep sigh, you tuck the key into
your pocket and it slide inside with finality.
“Alright, alright. I’ll try them,
but after that you’re taking them back.
Also, why do you have handcuffs and why were they in your car?”
To your amazement, she begins to laugh. “Oh no.
Those bad boys are a gift from me to you. And to answer your question, I meant to bring
them inside for me and the hybrids to play around with, but I kind of forgot
about them. Don’t worry, their new and
never been used before.” She reassures,
not wanting to give you any excuses to try and talk yourself out of it.
You throw your arms in the air and immediately spin away
from her as you start walking to your next class, wishing those damn things
would somehow disappear from your bag. Your
friend follows after you and she’s stifling the giggles trapped inside, but you
ask her another question before they have a chance to spill out of her.
“So am I just supposed to slap them on when they start to
argue? And what, hope they don’t try to
kill each other?”
As you walk along the sidewalk, you spot a couple of crows
cawing at each other. One appeared to be
annoyed, its midnight feathers ruffled as it stamps around the grass screeching
its complaints while the other one stands and watches, craning its neck to the
side and sounding a few questioning warbles like it thought their companion had
lost its marbles. The scene reminded you
of your hybrids and it felt like you were watching the bird equivalent of
Yoongi and Taehyung from earlier that day.
“Pretty much, but I highly doubt it’ll come to that. They’re fuzzy so at least Yoongi will have a
harder time trying to strangle Taehyung.”
She smiles, noticing you observing the birds and following the same
trail of thoughts you were thinking.
“I can’t believe I’m even considering this. And you still never told me why you had the
handcuffs in the first place.” You
pointedly stare at her and she does the same to you.
“You don’t play with toys much, do you?” You open your mouth to respond, but she only
pats your shoulder with understanding as she leans in close to whisper in your
ear. “It’s okay, my friend. You practically scream vanilla so I’ll give
you a free pass. And no, I don’t have
sex in my car, I was going to do this thing called roleplay.”
You’re astounded at the stunning confession and she
laughs. “Oh, Y/N, you’re so
innocent. It’s cute!”
What in the world have you gotten yourself into?
Okay, here goes
You open the door and before it’s even closed properly, you could
hear shouting from the living room. Upon
entering, you catch sight of your two hybrids lying on the floor. Taehyung is on top of Yoongi, but the cat is
putting up a tough fight, attempting to wrestle to get on top and switch their
“What do you mean teleportation is better than
flying?!” An angry ball of yellow fluff
The coffee table is shoved up against the couch and on the
floor by their scrambling feet is one of your old teeny-bopper magazines. The ripped, multi-colored page is on the
“Would You Rather” section, filled with various pictures and you cringe,
instantly regretting not having tossed it out sooner. You didn’t think it was a big deal, and it
wasn’t, until the boys got a hold of it.
It’s bound to happen
at some point. Your friend’s words
ring in your head and the inappropriate object in your backpack makes it feel
heavier than normal. Tossing the bag
down, you walk over to the pair and wait to see if they’ll notice you. They don’t.
A yelp and a roll later, Yoongi is now above Taehyung, but his victory
doesn’t last long as he’s whacked on the head with one of the couch pillows.
Hissing at the offending cushion, he raises his burning eyes
only to meet your own displeased orbs and he’s immediately easing himself off
of the canine and onto the couch. Your
face must have been very intimidating because even Taehyung slides across the
carpet so he can hide under the coffee table.
“I’m not mad.” You
tell them, dragging the small table, with the help of Yoongi extending his foot,
back to its original place. The now
exposed dog boy clambers up to the sofa and you follow suit, plopping right in
the middle and effectively separating the males.
“What’s wrong?” Those
two little words were enough to open the dam and you are barraged with multiple
words as they return to their debate.
“He said teleportation was better than flying!” Taehyung shouts and Yoongi narrows his eyes
at the dog.
“It is, because
it’s way faster! Flying would take
forever and teleporting is just easier.”
The cat scoffs with absolute surety.
“Yeah, because you’re lazy.”
“No, I am being efficient.
The faster, the better. Besides
I’m a cat and we like to relax, it’s part of the package.” Yoongi contradicts, checking the sharpness
from his nails and probably ready to test them out on a specific hybrid.
“I’ll say.” Taehyung
says as he picks on a blue thread sticking out of one of the couch
Having had enough of listening to the banter you rub the
backs of their necks, fingers massaging at the base while you try to calm them
down. “Guys, guys, guys, it’s
alright. You don’t have to agree with
each other. We all have our own opinions
and it’s okay if they’re different. Also
this,” you bend down and pick up the colorful magazine, “is just a fun game to
see what you have in common with your friends.
Not everyone’s going to have the same answer. I’ll show you.”
You scan the page for another question. “How about this? Would you rather be as tall as a building or
small as a toy car?”
“Toy car,” is the dog boy’s immediate answer.
says and his white tail whips around, fully prepared to strike at any negative
“That’s because you’re already short.” Taehyung is more than ready to give a
comeback that would piss off the cat.
It’s instantly greeted by a hiss.
You roll your eyes and gently slap the instigator’s arm,
stretching your other limb out so Yoongi can’t pounce on him. “Oww…”
The dog boy complains as he rubs his arm.
“Oh, you’re fine. What
about this one? Would you rather live on
the beach or in the mountains?”
“Be as strong as an elephant or have the ability to breathe
underwater like a fish?”
“Strength of an elephant.”
“Breathe like a fish.”
They keep answering at the same time and yet, neither have
the same opinion. You begin throwing
questions not from the magazine, but ones from your own mind, picking the most
similar and mundane things.
“Pink or red?”
Really? They’re practically alike!
“Fine. Grass or trees
and tell me why.” This is the most random of things, surely this could be the game
changer. Like all the other times,
both hybrids have their automatically explained responses and yet a small part
of you isn’t shocked by what you hear.
“Grass because you can sleep on it.” As if to further prove his point, the feline
flops to the side and lies against the dark blue couch cushion.
“Trees because you can pee on them.” Taehyung doesn’t demonstrate his belief,
thank goodness, opting to just cross his arms.
“You are such a dog!”
Yoongi’s foot stretches out to almost meet the canine’s face who bats at
the offending appendage.
“And you’re such a cat!
Sleep on the grass, are you serious?!”
Yoongi’s tail curls as he prepares to pounce for the second time and again,
you put a hand on his shoulder.
“Okay, was not expecting that, although I probably should
have. Also, are y’all kidding me right
now?” Your eyes ping pong between them
and they narrow significantly.
“Quick. Up or
“Butterflies or dragonflies?”
“Have y’all seriously been doing this all day?”
You fling your arms in the air in exasperation before
slapping your hands over your face. “Oh,
come on! Ugh, Shaggy or
Ah, shit. Here we go. Your fingers threaten to squeeze into your
eye sockets as you prepare your ears for the giant tantrum that was about to
screams, limbs flailing in the air like he had his tail set on fire.
The cat shrugs his shoulders indifferently. “I like Shaggy. I mean, I love Scooby too, don’t get me wrong,
but Shaggy’s cooler.”
“How could you say Shaggy?
Scooby has always been there for us at night and you just…” Suddenly the golden retriever seems to have
transformed into a yipping Chihuahua as you tune him out. Really, out of everything that could possibly
offend the boy, it would be the disregard of a fellow cartoon Great Dane. It seemed like your earlier fortune with
crows was backwards. You had thought the
cawing one was Yoongi and its watching companion was Taehyung. Maybe the angry bird was actually describing
Taehyung while the confused, nonchalant one was in fact Yoongi.
It’s like a weird
phase they go through apparently. If
everything kept going the way it was, at this rate, you were really going to
have to take her advice. Damn it.
You reach over and squish Taehyung’s cheeks as he’s cut off
mid-rant. “TaeTae, shush.” His lips still and after a few seconds of
silence you let go his face so you can stand and toss the crumpled magazine
onto the coffee table. Making a beeline
to your backpack, you rummage around until you feel the soft material. Walking back to them, you hold the handcuffs
behind your back so they don’t get suspicious.
Your trek is surveyed by two sets of vigilant orbs as they follow you
back to your destination.
“Boys, I think I have something that will help solve this
little dilemma, but I need you to close your eyes.”
“Why?” Is Yoongi’s
“It’s a surprise.”
You answer cryptically. They side
eye one another, but eventually both pairs of lids slide shut. Crouching down, you grab their hands with
your own and press a soft kiss on the backs of their knuckles.
“I’m sorry.” You
whisper and like a flash of lightening you snap the pink cuffs over Taehyung’s
left wrist and Yoongi’s right one. The
click that follows has their eyes popping open.
Horror is written across their stunned faces as they tug on the strange
object only to get stuck because of the metal chain. Taehyung begins to fidget, not liking the
feeling, and he frantically pulls, Yoongi doing the same as well.
“Hey! What the hell,
baby girl? This isn’t funny.” Yoongi’s ears fold back in aggravation, white
shells hiding within the black strands of his hair.
You’re filled with automatic guilt, but you’ve run out of
options at this point and you were afraid of things getting worse between the
males. Sitting back on your knees you
strengthen your resolve as you massage their knees with apology.
“I know. Look, I
didn’t want to throw this on you, literally and figuratively, but until you two
can find a way to disagree without me having to worry about a war zone filled
apartment or coming home to injured hybrids, those babies are staying right
where they are.” With a tone that
indicated discussion over, you stand and head to the kitchen to start on
Not long after your retreat, there’s a jangling from behind
and you can feel the drilling in the back of your skull, but you don’t turn
around, only concentrating on getting the vegetables from the fridge. Grabbing a head of cabbage, some beef, and chives,
you kick the refrigerator door shut with your foot and set all your ingredients
on the counter. You turn and head to the
pantry as you sift around for some broth, noodles, and other food essentials.
Ahem. The clearing throat stops you from digging
through the pantry and you finally pivot, hoping the small smile isn’t
recognizable on your lips because you were internally laughing at the hybrids’
latest fashion statement.
“Umm, what are we supposed to do with this?” Yoongi asks with a
shake of his, and Taehyung’s, wrist.
“Uhh, deal with it.
Think of it as bonding time.” You
supply, going back to your search and eventually finding what you need, closing
the door, and carrying your pickings to the counter as well.
“What if we can’t get agree on anything?” Taehyung pipes up, yellow ears folding in
distress and tail wrapping around his leg.
“That’s okay, you don’t have to, this is more of a test to
make sure no one gets hurt when a disagreement happens. In a way, you’re agreeing to disagree and
working together at the same time.” Explaining
the process to them and taking the cabbage to the sink so you can wash it. When you finish, you set the head on a
cutting board and begin chopping the plant up.
Yoongi huffs and attempts to walk back to the living room,
but is stopped short by Taehyung who was trying to walk closer to you. The cat jerks his arm, pulling the other back
a couple of steps, only to be lurched in reverse as well.
The clinking of metal has you craning your neck around and
you’re not surprised by the unfolding scene before you. “See, this is what I mean. When stuff like this happens and you can’t
decide on something you have to be able to compromise.” You clarify before a tug of war of the limbs
“And how are we supposed to do that?” The cat asks, leaning onto the marble counter,
wondering if one of your knives would do the trick in setting them free. If only he knew, the canine was pondering the
same thing from the kitchen doorway.
“Take turns. Sit in
the kitchen for a little bit and then go to the living room or vice versa. And no, knives won’t work so don’t even think
about it.” Sensing their mimicking
thoughts as they stare at the shiny weapon you are holding.
Yoongi glares at the cabinets lining the kitchen, miffed at
having his idea thwarted while Taehyung asks another important question. “How do we choose who gets to go first?”
“I don’t know. Rock,
paper, scissors. Flip a coin, something
to that effect.” You peel the layers of
the green head, shrugging as you go back to your cooking task.
Immediately, they put out their hands and Yoongi wins,
scissors beating paper. “Sweet. All right, pup, let’s go.” He says while dragging the dejected boy to
It had been maybe ten minutes tops before the hybrids come
slinking up beside you. You were busy
stirring the noodles and listening to the hot sizzle of the steamy vegetables
while relishing in the peaceful air.
compromised. Now can we take these
stupid chains off?” The feline begs
while the canine plays the cute card, hugging your waist with his one free hand
and nosing into your neck. Chuckling at
their attitudes, you hold Yoongi’s chained hand, rubbing small circles with your
thumb and playfully bumping your head with the other person behind you.
“Ha. Yeah, I don’t
think so. Those are sticking around for
at least another day. I wanna make sure
this lasts and y’all aren’t faking it.”
There’s a collective groan from them and you can only hope that this
works out in the end. The last thing you
needed was to explain to the doctor or the cops why there were pink handcuffs
involved in a cat versus dog fight.
It has been 19 hours since the cat and dog have been
detained. They were hoping the chain
connecting them together would have annoyed you enough to set them free,
especially after you got hit in the face earlier that morning when you all were
still asleep. It had to have been an
unpleasant awakening, and it was, but you merely placed Taehyung’s hand back
down after he finished scratching an itch on his forehead.
Your ruthless behavior was surprisingly effective when it
came to showing no mercy, not showing sympathy to the groaning and complaining. Going to the restroom had been an interesting
affair, considering there was absolutely no privacy whatsoever, not to mention
that positioning was somewhat odd and downright awkward at times in the tiny
space. Currently, both hybrids were
lying in their own bed, wishing time would go faster than the trickling pace it
“Has it been 24 hours yet?”
Taehyung sighs, wishing Yoongi would hurry up with his nap so he could
go watch T.V. Why couldn’t he win rock, paper, scissors and be
first for once?
“No. It hasn’t even
been in an hour since the last time you asked.”
Yoongi mumbles, punching his pillow with his free hand as he tries to
get situated, despite having one arm trapped.
“How are we going to fix this when we can’t even decide on
our sleeping positions?” The dog boy wonders
aloud. He shifts to face the
black-haired boy, hoping his left side would be more comfortable. Normally, Taehyung would sleep on your
thighs, but during the night he had crawled up towards your head and that’s how
you ended up with a chain across your face.
Apparently, the stretching of their arms got to be too uncomfortable so
they had to lie a certain way where they could both be in less pain.
Yoongi, having sufficiently fluffed his pillow, turned to
face the younger hybrid as he flexed his wrist trapped in the bright fuzz. He scratched his head, wishing they could
both hurry up and be done with their jail time.
“Beats me. Y/N just said find a
compromise and work it out. Although, a
coin and rock, paper, scissors can only get us so far.”
“True. You know, what
if we had like a secret handshake or something, unless you wanna hug it out
instead.” Taehyung suggests, crawling on
top of the cat to demonstrate, forcing him onto his back while he lay on his
chest. Yoongi bats at the younger male
and nearly slaps himself on the face with the other hybrid’s hand due to the
“TaeTae, that’s…” the feline eyes the pink metal as an idea formulates
in his mind, “…actually a pretty good idea.”
The canine shifts his gaze back and forth between Yoongi and
their connected wrists. “Huh? I was just kidding about the hugging thing, I
mean, unless you want to do that. I
don’t mind.” He props his chin on the
hybrid’s chest to which said hybrid also tilts his own head down.
Yoongi pets the blonde, his fingers scratching his hair and
making the canine kick his leg at the sensation. “No, no.
We can hug whenever we want, but you’re right. We should have our own secret way. Why not holding hands? We’re already stuck together now; we can just
pretend there’s chains on us whenever we argue.
What do you think?” Since it was
his cuffed hand that was raised, the fuzz was tickling Taehyung’s forehead and
he blows at the annoying feeling.
Only when the cat boy adjusts the angle of his hand does
Taehyung pause for maybe a full thirty seconds to “think about it” before he
blurts out a yes of happy approval.
“Okay, then. We
should try it out to see if this works.
Say something you know that I won’t like.” The dog’s tail sticks up straight in
enthusiasm as he fulfills the cat’s request.
“You need to get up right now.” Yoongi reaches to clasp Taehyung’s hand with
his own and they don’t say anything.
They’re both equally surprised, neither are arguing and honestly, they
don’t feel the urge to either.
“Hmm, nice.” Yoongi
muses as he peers at the pup above him.
“You think Y/N will approve?” Taehyung worries, tail sagging at the negative
thoughts he conjures in his mind.
“Knowing her, probably.”
The cat is fast in reassuring him and he jokingly flicks the canine’s
“She better, these things are starting to get itchy.” Taehyung grumbles.
“You sure you don’t just have fleas? I’m kidding, I’m kidding, TaeTae.” He laughs, noticing the dog boy’s offended
Now it’s his turn to have his hand held by Taehyung as he
becomes serious. “Actually, about you
needing to get up…I kinda meant that. I
gotta go to the bathroom again.”
Taehyung quietly admits and Yoongi sighs in fake exaggeration.
“Only if you carry me on your back.”
When you come home a few hours later, you’re not bombarded
by crashing or shouting, but rather laughter?
The living room is empty and as you peak into the boys’ room you catch
sight of the two hybrids curled up in their bed with another magazine in
between them. Their heads pop up when
you knock on the door frame.
Taehyung waves at you while Yoongi sends you a smile.
“Wanna join us?” The
white cat asks you, his tail easily swinging across the covers.
“Sure. How did today
go?” They scooch to one side to make
room for you and you sit on the edge of the bed, eagerly awaiting their
“Good.” They answer together.
“Wow, really?” Both
boys did appear to be more relaxed, Taehyung was leaning against Yoongi and the
older hybrid had his arm around him.
“Yep, we worked out a compromise so can you please take
these off now?” Taehyung dangles his arm
in the air, resembling a ghoul if the rattling chains were anything to go by. Yoongi simply lets his limb be dragged along
as the forgetting boy plays with the shackles.
“Only if I get to test it out.” As much as you wanted to take their word, you
were going to make sure your bases were covered before any unlocking occurred.
“Give us your worst.”
Yoongi dares, resolutely lying his head on top of the pup.
You thoughtfully tap your fingers on your chin like a super
villain in a comic book as you think of a question that would catch them in the
act. “My worst? You sure do have a lot of confidence. So, who’s better, Wolfie or Kitty?”
Just as you suspected.
Taehyung drops his head back and the movement forces Yoongi’s chin to slide
and now rest on his forehead. The canine
squints up at him and Yoongi merely smirks in return.
“Wolfie.” Taehyung insists, golden tail thumping with
protest on the bed.
doesn’t seem mad, but rather amused by the other boy’s behavior.
grabs onto Yoongi’s hand and your jaw nearly drops at the hush that
“That’s it? Just like
that?” Taehyung jerks his head up and
Yoongi nearly head butts him as a result.
The casual nod they give you causes a grin to break out across your
face. Mission accomplished.
“Congratulations, boys, you have succeeded in your mission
and are now free to go.” You say with a
flourish as you pull the key from your pocket and regally unlock the
cuffs. The pink fuzz dropping onto the
bed has Taehyung reaching for the key and you confusedly give it to him. The blonde observes it for a moment before flinging
it somewhere behind him onto the carpet.
“Well, we won’t be needing this anymore.” Yoongi pinches the metal shackles between his
thumb and forefinger as he carelessly tosses them into the nearby corner. They make a dull thud from the impact and you
merely shake your head.
“Anyway, glad to see everything’s better now. I’m proud of you, both of you. I’ll go ahead
and cook up a celebratory feast while you two have fun.” Pressing a quick peck on their cheeks, you
leave them to their own devices as you walk out the door with tiny giggles ringing
in your ears.
After said triumphant dinner, the three of you decided to
watch some T.V. before bed. There was
nothing interesting on tonight so you left it on some celebrity news show where
they sat and talked about famous people, most of which you barely knew or heard
of. It had been a long time since you
touched those magazines, but it seemed your hybrids read up on the hottest
idols as they commented on the various stories.
“Why would he cheat on his wife? That’s so mean!” Taehyung cries, aghast that people would
actually do such a thing. His upper
torso was lying on your bare legs while the bottom half of him was stretched
out and over the side of the sofa.
“I still don’t understand how he was able to have an affair
with six other women. That’s like Snow
White and the Seven Dwarves gone rogue.”
You laugh at that last part under your breath and the cat looks up at
you from his spot on your shoulder.
“It’s true. How do
you have six secret relationships with other people and not expect someone to
figure it out?” You shrug and the motion
lifts Yoongi’s head up as well. He pulls
himself up so he can be even more closer to your neck, silken hair tickling the
bottom of your jaw as well as the side of your ear.
“See, sweetheart, you made a great choice in picking us as
your mates. We are loyal hybrids!” Taehyung’s tail wags against the couch
“Which top 3 models take the cake? What do you viewers at home think? Vote now.”
The host points to a box where people could text their favorite model
and you wish the show would just hurry up and be over already.
Glancing down, you happen to catch Taehyung watching you
intently from his position on your lap and you bring your hand down to softly
pet his hair. He nuzzles your palm, but
his gaze remains strong and you’re not sure why until he says, “I got it.”
“Got what, cutie?” Not
understanding what he was talking about and your brows furrow as you wonder
what he could possibly mean. You feel
Yoongi’s ears perk up at his declaration.
“I know something that Yoongi and I will definitely agree
on.” He chirps and your eyes flash over to
Yoongi’s, who shrugs, because he didn’t have a clue either.
“That’s great, but what is it?” You look back down to the happy hybrid who
has an excited demeanor, almost bouncing off your legs; like he had an
important story he couldn’t wait to share.
“We know who the prettiest girl is.” He finally blurts out, stars practically
dancing in his bright irises.
that?” Not catching his drift in the
Yoongi’s eyes flash with understanding and he realizes what
the canine means. “You, silly. Who else?”
He chimes in.
That was unexpected to you.
“Me?” You’re shocked by their affirmation
because those women were models, how could you possibly compete with them? “But I’m-”
“The most beautiful female we have ever laid eyes on.” Is Yoongi’s serious confirmation as he
tenderly kisses the skin of your collarbone that was peeking out from your
“The one who holds the key to our hearts!” Taehyung yips, sitting up in your lap to show
you a strangely familiar key that he was hiding somewhere on his body. You didn’t even care that the key belonged to
a sex toy, your heart was melting into a happy puddle of love thanks to the two
“You guys, that is the sweetest thing anyone was ever told
me.” Yoongi cups the back of your neck
and pulls you in for a kiss. When he
leans away, you urge Taehyung to come closer so you can also give him a kiss as
“I love you, guys.
So, so much.” Water builds up
along your tear ducts and Taehyung flings his arms around as he tightly hugs
you, chirrups vibrating from his frame into your own.
“We love you too.”
Yoongi purrs, raking his fingers through your hair soothingly. For a few minutes no one speaks except for
the television when suddenly the cat beside you jumps as if he remembered
“Wow! Is it that time
already? Man, I don’t know about you,
but TaeTae and I are tired. Working with
those chains all day gave us our exercise.
You ready for bed, baby girl?”
“Wait, but I’m not tired.”
There’s a sharp pinch in the canine’s arm and it jars him enough to
change his answer. “Oh! You’re right.
Now that I think about it, I am getting kinda tired too.” Taehyung’s ears are perked up and he
You stare at them, wondering why they seemed to be smiling fretfully
almost as if they got caught doing something they weren’t supposed to do, but
you shrug the feeling off. “Really? Well, okay.
I guess I’ll just go wash up and meet y’all in the bathroom.”
Nudging the hybrids to the side, you stand and head to the
bathroom while Yoongi reaches for the T.V. remote to shut it off. He turns the volume up just a tad and when
you’re out of sight he pokes Taehyung on the forehead.
“Ow!” He whines as he
rubs the skin.
“Why did you show her the key? You almost blew our cover.” The cat grumbles.
“Sorry. I had to say it, it was perfect! And you saw her smile, she loved it. Forgive me, Suga Suga?” The dog boy pouts as he curls up against him
and cuddles into him.
“You’re lucky you’re cute.
Come on, let’s go to bed.”
To Be Continued…?
A/N: Before anyone asks, YES, there will be a sequel.
It says Part 1 for a reason. I
don’t know when it’ll be because I need to go write dragon smut and then I might
be starting an actual chapter series now.
If you have any questions or curiosities about anything stated above,
feel free to shoot me an ask. Please
send me feedback about this taegi fluff and what do you think the boys are up
Last ring of the school bell saved him from having to admit he really didn’t read that book Mason was referring to that morning. So instead of sitting in detention with Mason, who didn’t have that much luck, Liam headed out as fast as he could.
And he didn’t stop until he was out of the building, he even ignored calls from his teammates because he already decided on skipping afternoon’s lacrosse training. Coach would kill him next time he saw him, but that was also the thought for another day.
Now he needed to figure out where he’d stay tonight. Animal clinic was the safest option, but the image of another night spent on the hard steel table wasn’t very appealing. And he couldn’t really go home, he was almost certain his father wouldn’t come up to his room to check if it was still empty, but he didn’t want to risk it. Theo’s face came to his mind. And not only to his mind apparently, because the said someone was standing in the shadow of that big tree across the street from school. And even if Liam wanted to pretend Theo wasn’t waiting for him, he couldn’t because Theo’s eyes never left Liam’s, not until he came close enough, then his eyes fell to his lips.
Liam felt himself blush at Theo’s intense look. “You’ve been standing here all day?” he asked only to distract Theo from his lips. Finally he looked him into the eyes again. “What?” he laughed. “Of course not. Who do you think you are? I went home after our little talk this morning and took a nap.” And going by the dark circles under his eyes the nap was neither very long nor very helpful. “And you are here now because?” Liam lifted both of his eyebrows and put one of his hands on his hip. Theo couldn’t help but smile at that childish gesture. “Because my offer still stands.” “I’m not going to your house.” “You afraid I would attack you in your sleep?” Theo’s smirk was getting bigger. “I’m not afraid of you.” Now it was Theo’s turn to lift his eyebrows in doubt. Liam’s eyes narrowed. “I’m not!” “Then prove it.” Was he really thinking Liam would buy that? “Fuck you Theo.” He turned on his heel and stormed out of there. He wasn’t sure if it was only his imagination and lack of good night sleep but he could swear he heard Theo whisper ‘you wish’ after him.
Stubborn little fucker. He wouldn’t take help if he was drowning and Theo was holding the saving rope. Let him drown! His internal voice was right for once, but as always Theo decided to ignore it. He would come up with a different plan. But one way or the other Liam Dunbar wasn’t spending another night on the steel table of that Animal Clinic.
Where talking wasn’t enough muscles came into play. So when a deep growl came from the passenger seat of his black Mustang Theo only smiled. “Where am I? What did you do to me?” “I had to knock you out.” Liam was holding his head in his hands. “How many times?” Theo’s smile widened. “Five.” “Why would you do that?” “To get you into my car.” “You could have asked.” “That I did.” Theo looked at him, he still had his head down and kept whining. “Stop complaining puppy, we will be home soon.” That earned him another growl and yet another chain of loud complaints. You regret kidnapping him already? Truthfully he did. Or at least he regretted not putting any duck tape on his mouth. “Shut up already. You are the most annoying pup I ever met."
Theo thought werewolves couldn’t get headaches, but now he was really doubting that. "Call me that one more time….” the rest of the sentence turned into a growl. Theo only laughed and continued driving toward his apartment. Thankfully it wasn’t that far away, otherwise he´d kill Liam even before they got there.
note: part 5. is here and I´m kinda in love with this one. Hope you are too. I´m in writing mood tonight, so maybe there will be another one, we´ll see. For now thank you for your comments and likes.
Another thing I wrote for my friend @awordwhichmeans based off a prompt she gave me. “I thought it was a one nightstand … and now we’re married.” I tweaked it to fit my narrative better, hope you like it.
Author’s note: So all this scene is from my rough draft (and the part from the sneak peek) so i am sorry that if some details aren’t too good and all. Again, I’m sorry that i cant finish the series, but as i explained i just can;t keep writing this anymore. I will also not be putting the link to the other parts because for some reason i can’t get it to work. So think rest of the posts will be in my blog profile.
This posts wont be linked to the rest of the series, they will just be linked to each other (when i post the rest of what i have) since there are not too many posts. This series also does not have it’s own GIF since i finished neither BTS 4 or the GIF for it.
This is my GIF. I made this for the last part, but i didn’t make a new one.
It was a cold 6 am as he walked
down the snow packed sidewalk toward the familiar neighborhood. The exhausting
performance of the night before were over ridden by the excitement he had over
In one arm he carried a bag of
gifts meant for his son while his other arm adjusted the strap of his backpack
filled with a change of clothes and other essentials.
Throughout his relatively quiet
walk, he mentally prepared himself to the idea of sleeping on the floor of his
son’s room for the next few nights and he day dreamed of the activities he had
planes for the both of them.
Suddenly there was a distant sound
of annoying barks that busted him out f his bubble. Soon he saw a tiny dog
appeared almost out of nowhere. It was dressed in a pink sweater with matching
pink booties and it was dragging a blue leash from its collar.
It yapped as it ran awkwardly in
his direction. Jin couldn’t care less about the dog. He didn’t pay much mind to
it until it began nipping at his pant leg. Under normal circumstances, he would
have kicked the dog off and walked away, but today was different. Not even the
annoying pup could piss him off this early, heck, he even found the small
animal to be a bit cute.
He placed down his bag of gifts
and picked up the golden furball.
“And who are you?” he asked it.
He noticed the dog’s purple collar
“Hmm, let’s see, your name iiiiis… Peach? Wait… isn’t that the names of
Jinjin’s dog?” he asked himself.
He brought the dog closer to his
face to make eye contact with it. “Are you Jinjin’s puppy? Huuuuh? Are you?”
“Peach?!? Peach?!? Where are
you?!?” Jin could hear a small voice from the direction he saw the dog run
Within 2 seconds, his now six year
old son appeared from around the corner. Jinjin was in his thickest green
jacket, a pair of black sweatpants (probably wearing a second pair under them)
and in his snow boots. Wrapped around the little face that looked so much like
his father’s, was his favorite Mario themed scarf and atop his head was a red
beanie with a Mario logo.
“Peach?!? Peach- Dad? Daddy?!?”
his son’s eyes lit up when he spotted him. “Daddy!” he squealed as his small
legs moved faster.
Jin stood frozen as he took in the
image of his son. Jinjin had grown taller since he last saw him. The chubby
cheeks he pinched so much were not as chubby as they used to be and he shaven
hair was now long enough to be combed down and poke out from his beanie.
Jin placed the dog down, leash
still in hand, and opened his arms for his son to run to him.
Jin’s heart melted when Jinjin’s
little body jumped to him.
“Daddy, daddy, daddy!” Jinjin
chanted as he wrapped his arms tight around him, “Finally you are home!”
Jin didn’t care of his son’s
cheerful and loud voice would wake neighbors, he was just happy to see his boy.
“Ugh, I missed you Jinjin!” he pulled his mask off and covered his son’s face
with kisses. “But, my little Jinsoo, what did I tell you about talking to
strangers?!? For all you know, I was a bad man that could have stolen you!” he
said with a slightly serious tone.
“But I knew it was you! You always
wear the same bear mouth!” his son stated as he pointed to the bear mouth print
on his face mask.
“Aish, you got me there, but why
are you out here by yourself?!?”
Jinjin shook his head. “I am not
alone. I was with Peach and Greg!”
“Greg? Who the fu- Who is Greg?”
“Jinjin?!? Jinjin where are
you?!?” a man’s voice called out.
From the same corner his child
came from, emerged a tall, thin man. Even at a distance it was easy to tell the
man was taller than Jin. What was most noticeable was the blond hair that
refused to stay in his black beanie.
“I’m over here!” Jinjin shouted as
he waved his arms in the air.
The stranger’s blue eyes locked on
Jin and his long legs pushed through the snow. “Hey! Put that boy down!” he
shouted with an awkward accent.
Jin simply scoffed, “No!”
The “Greg” person was soon two
strides away, his arm already loaded to land a punch when Jinjin finally said.
“Greg, look! My dad is here!”
Instantly, Greg stopped in his
tracks, slipping on the ice a bit. It took him a moment to catch his balance.
“Oh!” he huffed. His cheeks grew even more red. “So, uh, you must be Seokjin?”
“The one and only.” Jin half
Greg nodded. “I’ve, uh, heard a
lot about you…” he mumbled as his eyes danced between Jin and his son.
“And you are?”
“Oh! Where are my manners?” he
gave a quick bow and then his hand shot out to give a handshake. “I’m Greg! I-“
“He’s mom’s boyfriend!” Jinjin
Jin’s eyes narrowed at the flushed
faced man. “I didn’t know that Mina was in a relationship… and with a foreigner
no less” he added under his breath.
“Dad, who is Mina?” Jinjin asked
He couldn’t help let out a chuckle
at how adorable his son was. “Jinjin, that’s your mom’s name.”
“What?!? Mommy’s name isn’t
“I can’t believe I missed out on
all this cute!” Jin smiled as he squeezed his son’s still pinchable cheeks.
Jin turned back to the man. Greg’s
hand was still out for a handshake. However, instead of shaking his hand, he
gave him the dog’s leash. “So, Mina’s boyfriend?” He asked in a darker tone.
“How long has this been going on?”
“Almost a year.”
Jin blatantly scanned Greg from
head to toe. “A year? Is that so? And where are you from Greg? You obviously aren’t from here.”
“I’m from England.”
“And you met Mina how?”
“Friends of friends.” Was Greg’s
“I see… Well… Why don’t we get out
of this cold?” Jin suggested with a fake smile
The walk to the house was not as
awkward as it could have been, Jinjin spoke the whole time. He mostly talked
about being so excited for Jin to come home that he stayed up all night and
that Greg suggested they walk Peach as they waited for him. His son was a good
distraction to his boiling rage. However, just like the small dog, this Greg
guy wasn’t going to be enough to upset Jin, at least not yet anyway.
His ex stared at him in confusion.
“Seokjin? I didn’t expect you here this early.” She said as she let them in the
“Well hello to you too. As I recall,
I told a little someone that I would be here first thing in the morning.” Jin
turned to the boy in his arms in fake anger. “Jinjin, I thought I told you to
tell your mother.”
“Haha, I forget!” Jinjin admitted as he hid behind his hands.
His ex rolled her eyes, “That’s
what happens when you trust a six year old.”
Jin scoffed.” One has no other
choice than to trust a six year old when the mother is acting like a six year
old and won’t pick up her phone!” he said through his teeth
“Not answering my phone doesn’t
make me a six year old. I was just busy doing some adult things.” She smirked, her eyes gliding towards Greg.
“So that’s what you do instead of
being a mother?” Jin asked out right.
Mina’s head whipped back at him,
her eyes warning him not to start anything,
He tried hard to hold himself back
from doing something he would regret.
“C’mon Jinjin, why don’t we go up
to your room and you show me your toys.” he huffed. Jin walked up the stairs,
escaping the woman he only somewhat regretted meeting, carrying the boy that
made up for that mistake.
He entered Jinjin’s room, it only
looking slightly different from when he last visited a few years ago. The walls
were still blue, covered in all things Mario. There were more toys thrown
everywhere if anything and the bed was a bit bigger for his growing frame.
Jinjin slid out of his hands and
ran over to his toy box. “Daddy! Do you want to see my toys?”
“Jinjin I think that can wait a
minute. Why don’t you let daddy test out your new bed?” He suggested as he
threw himself into the mattress. The bed was too small for him and his feet
hung over the edge, but he was so tired, it didn’t matter.
“Jinjin, it is really early, why
don’t we take a nap.” He yawned.
“Ok!” Jinjin moved some of the
small toys he had left on his bed and crawled up next to him, still dressed in
his outside clothes. With his son nestled in his arm, Jin fell to sleep
He awoke to the feeling of little
fingers trying to pry his eyes open. “Jinjin, why aren’t you letting daddy
“Jinjin, it is still morning.” He
stated as he took a look at his cellphone screen showed 10:45 am.
He stood up from the bed and took
a quick stretch. “Jinjin, let me show you the gifts I got you! We will make the
He grabbed his backpack, kneeled
by the bed and called Jinjin over.
“Wait! Where is Peach? I want her
to see my presents with me!” Jinjin jumped from the bed. “Peach!” he called out
as he ran out of the room.
He soon returned carrying his tiny
dog. Jinjin jumped on the bed and made Peach sit next to him. “Peach are you
ready?” he asked the dog.
Jin kept the bag hidden behind the
“Okay, here is the first present!”
At random, he pulled out the gift Jackson had picked out for him. “So this is
from your daddy’s friend Jackson. You remember Jackson from GOT7 right? He knew
you liked Mario and picked this out because he thought it was a mushroom from
Mario” He lied.
Jinjin snatched the box, examining
it up close. He was neither frowning nor smiling at his gift. “Hm… Pokemon… I
don’t know pokemon a lot.”
“But, it is still nice that he
remembered you and likes you enough to buy you a toy right?” Jin said, pulling
the gratitude out of his only slightly spoiled son.
“Yeah!” Jinjin smiled. “Can you
tell him thank you!” he asked, remembering his manners
“Of course! Now time for the stuff
I got you!”
Jinjin’s eyes widened once more
and he pulled himself up straight trying to peek over the edge of the bed.
“Ok, so I ordered this online so I
left it in the box. I only took it out to make sure it was the right size.”
He handed Jinjin the box and the
young one attacked it. The box flew across the room as Jinjin found the Mario
onesie within it.
“Wow!” Jinjin cheered. “I can be
He didn’t even waste time. He
ripped off his top winter layer and pulled on the onesie. When all was done, it
was only a size or two too big. Good, so that it would last him a while.
Jin couldn’t help but smile as
Jinjin ran over to his Mario hat and put it on.
Jin then pulled out the next gift.
“I was in Japan and I remembered how you told me your DS broke, so I got you a
new one! They ran out of red ones, but I got you a green one.”
Again Jinjin was in a fit of glee,
jumping onto his father with open arms.
Jin’s last gift was a handful of
age appropriate games for the new DS, that only made Jinjin more excited to
It wasn’t until his son had calmed
down and was indulged in one of the new games, that he decided to get serious.
“Huh?” Jinjin’s eyes were glued to
the double screens.
“Why didn’t you ever bring Greg up
before?” He asked this softly, scared that Mina could be in the hall and
“Mommy said not to.” Jinjin said
in a zombie like tone.
“Why?” He could feel his anger toward
his ex growing.
All the small boy did was shrug
“Jinjin, what else has Mommy told
you not to tell me?” He tried to keep his voice calm.
“Um…” Jinjin was too focused on
the game to really think.” Uh.”
“Jinsoo, pause the game.”
Jinjin did as told. “Um, we might
go to Greg’s house this summer.” He finally said.
“Greg’s house? Where exactly is
Jinjin shrugged again. “In
English. That is what mommy said.”
“English? What do you- England?!?
“Yeah that!” Jinjin said as he
played his game again.
“That motherfucking bitch!” Jin
thought. “First she doesn’t tell me about that buck-tooth brit and now she is
going to take my son to England!” he stood up. “Jinjin, why don’t you put that
game away and let’s go down to the kitchen and start baking your cake.” He
needed to get his mind off this. He couldn’t afford to get mad now. He wasn’t
going to let that bitch ex of his ruin his mood.
Now in the kitchen, Jin searched
for the ingredients. He let the stories of Jinjin’s last few months drain out
the sounds of Mina’s and Greg’s giggles coming from the living room.
“Uh-huh… Wow…That’s great Jinjin…”
He said robotically.
His frustration grew as his search came to an
end and the only ingredients he had were eggs.
“What the fuck?!?” he grunted so
that Jinjin couldn’t hear him.
He took a deep breath and decided
to look a second time. This time with each failed attempt, he was beginning to
slam the cabinets and drawers shut harder and harder.
Jinjin not at all phased by his
father’s little tantrum, continued to play on the floor with Peach still in his
However, the boy’s mother soon
“Jinjin, is that you playing hide
and seek with Peach again?” she asked as she walked into the room. She still
had a hint of a smile on her face.
Just seeing her face made Jin
pissed. “Where the fuck are the fucking ingredients I asked you to get?!?” he
“Ooh! Dad said a bad word!” Jinjin
snickered. “Now you have to put a dollar in the swear jar!”
Jin quickly realized that he was
still in the presence of his son and tried to calm down for a moment. “Jinjin,
take Greg up to your room and show him the presents I got you.”
“Ok!” Jinjin jumped up and ran to
the living room. “Greg! Greg! Come see my presents!”
Jin’s angry eyes then locked on
Mina once more. Her arms were crossed and she was rolling her stupid ass eyes
at him. “I was busy.” Was her sad ass excuse.
“Busy being a whore?!?” he spat
She furrowed her brow at him.
“Just because I have a boyfriend doesn’t make me a whore! I have a fucking life
Seokjin! I got out, I work, I take care of Jinjin all by myself!”
Jin couldn’t help but laugh at
her saying the word “work”. “What do you mean you work?!? You make crappy ass
DIYs and sell them to fat lazy bitches online! I am the one that works! I am
the one that is providing for you and Jinjin!” he reminded, slowing moving in
on her. “I am working my ass off and worried about my son and your over here
fucking some random dude!”
“Don’t give me shit just because
you are jealous!” she had the audacity to say.
Again he couldn’t help but laugh
at her stupidity. “Jealous? Me? Me?!?”. He took a big step towards her. “If
anything I feel nothing but pity for Greg
because he hasn’t found out what a stupid conniving little bitch you are!” he
said through his teeth.
She squinted her beady eyes at
him. “I am neither stupid or conniving!” she stated in an actual attempt to
Jin pushed her up against the
fridge, “Yes you are!” he growled.
“How so?!?” she stood back up only
to get pushed back again.
“How about lying about your
parents kicking you when they found out you were pregnant. That you wanted to
live with me because they were going to force you to have an abortion and move
you away somewhere else?!? Or how about threatening to have an abortion when I
wanted to break up with you when I found about that lie?!? Then going above and
beyond to keep me away from my son for two years, but still take my money to
pay for your damn lifestyle!”
Ticked off by her voice, his hand
cut through the air and slapped her across the face.
Her hand covered her throbbing
cheek, but she still didn’t seem to want to back down.
“And then, you go and bring this
European motherfucker into my house
and you bring him around my son-“
“He is my son!”
Again his hand attacked her cheek.
“How dare you introduce him to Jinsoo! I will die before I let some other
motherfucker raise my son! And how stupid can you be to trust someone who can
expose everything at a whim?!? He can tell everyone that Jinsoo is my son! The
whole world will turn on Jinsoo if they find out!”
“Oh so you can date and let some
random bitch around Jinsoo, but I can’t do the same?!?”
Jin could not believe what he was
hearing. “Who the fuck could I possibly be dating?!?”
“I know you and Y/n are dating!”
“How fucking stupid are you?!?
Jungkook fucking proposed to her last night you stupid bitch!”
“Oh please! I know you are fucking
her! I see the pictures of you and her that Jinjin refuses to remove as his
home screen on that stupid tablet you got him. All he ever talks about is dad
and y/n dad and y/n dad and y/n!”
“You’re such a fucking-“
This time it was her hand that
slapped him. “No! Don’t you dare finish that sentence! I know for a fact that
you are dating her! Jinjin told me you all slept in the same bed together!”
Mina was too busy blabbing away to notice the fury in Jin’s eyes, his nostrils
flaring, his knuckles turning white.
“She and Jungkook are fake and are
covering the fact that you are dating her! You all say they have been dating
for two over two years or whatever, but she never showed up until a year ago
and a half ago! That doesn’t add up! So If you get a girlfriend, I sure as hell
can get a boyfriend, so don’t-“
It wasn’t until he punched her mid
sentence that Mina let out a scream loud enough to be heard through the house.
He continued to punch her in a fit
“You fucker!” Greg’s irritated
voice shouted as he tackled Jin off Mina. He was able to pin Jin down and
unleash a series of blows.
Jin however was not as overpowered
as Greg thought. Despite his larger frame, there wasn’t much power behind
Greg’s hits. He was nothing compared to Rap monster, Jungkook or V.
All Jin did was let out a grunt as
his hands clamped down on Greg’s sweater and pulled him down until their
foreheads collided. It was a risky move, but an effective one. Jin wasn’t that
dazed and he was able to pin Greg down. Now he was the one on top and he showed
Greg what real punches were supposed to feel like.
“So you- think that- you- can
just- walk up in- here- like you- own the place?!? You think-you can just- take
my place,- take- my family?!?”
His knuckles were more and more
raw as he continues beat on Greg, who proved to be a bigger wimp than he
What Jin didn’t see coming was
Mina hitting him over the head with the kitchen wok. The slam to the head was
enough to daze him but not knock him out
He struggled to his feet and his
eyes locked on Mina once again. “Fucking bitch!” he groaned
He made his way up to her only
having the strength to pounce on her and bring her to the ground. With the wok
out of her hand, she screamed out in fear, her only other form of defense lay
across the kitchen floor in pain. “Jinjin! Jinjin! Jinjin call the police!”
“Shut up!” Jin slapped his hand
over her slobbery mouth.
He was yelling now. He could feel
his throat on fire, but he couldn’t actually hear himself say anything. At this point he had no control over what he
was doing. Not even as his fists continued to hit Mina. They just hit and hit
and hit. He let himself go wild because how dare she. How dare she risk ruining
the plan they kept up for so long, how dare she decide things for his son
without his knowledge, who was she to judge him when she knew nothing about
“Mommy!” Jin heard a small cry.
He looked up to find Jinjin
standing frozen a few feet in front of him.
Jin stopped immediately
“…Jinjin…?” He moved toward him, but at his slightest movement he saw his son
Instantly Jinjin began to hyperventilate,
his young eyes scattered around the room absorbing the scene in front of him.
“…Jinjin…” He said softly as he
slowly lifted himself off the floor.
At that move, tears leaked out of
the boy’s eyes, terrified of being the next victim.
“Jinjin run!” Mina screamed in her
“Shut up!” Jin shouted
This only made Jinjin scream and
cry more. He dropped the new DS he had been clenching on to, covered his ears
and crouched into a small ball.
Suddenly Jin was tackled down once
more and Greg’s wiry body was pinning him down. “Jinjin run to your room!” he
ordered as he landed a punch on Jin.
The life left his body as he heard
little foots steps run up the stairs and slam a door shut.
Greg got a few good punches in
before Jin came to his senses. With one hit, Greg was down. Jin jumped up from
the floor and ran to the stairs. He took three steps at a time until he reached
The only door closed was the
bathroom and he ran to it as fast as he could. The door was locked of course,
but just fidgeting with the doorknob, Jinjin began to cry from the other side.
“Jinjin, open the door!”
“No! “his son screamed.
“Jinsoo… please open the door.” He
said in a softer tone. He could feel his heart tearing as he heard Jinjin
continue to cry. He felt a lump in his throat as he forced out the words
“Jinsoo please, please, please open the door.”
Still there was no response other
“Don’t fucking talk to him!”
Mina’s shrill voice screamed.
Jin turned to his right. Mina
stood at the end of the stairs. Her face was bloody, her clothes a mess. In her
hand she held a frying pan that she kept aimed at him. “Fucking leave!”
Greg soon appeared behind Mina,
armed with a kitchen knife.
“Greg called the cops, so leave
now before I tell them exactly what happened when they get here!”
“…Jinjin …” he tried one more
“I said leave!” Mina screamed
loading the pan behind her head.
“…Fine…” Jin sniffled.
Eventually i will post the next part. There aren’t too many posts so after the official parts, I am going to post the outline i have and the few pictures of the edit.
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Say Goodbye Part 1 Lose Yourself Part 2 Trust Me Part 3 Welcome Home Part 4 Alone Together
Falling (Short Poem) Let it Rain New Home Part 1 At What Cost Part 2 Partner Part 1 Faceghosters Part 2 The Angel and The Hunter Part 3 I’m Yours Bedtime Story Promise Night Out Bitter End Part 1 Just Anger Part 2 I’m Sorry Part 3 Still Love You Part 4 Not The Smartest Idea Until Forever We All Love You It Worked Asleep Together Search and Find I Do Premarital Feelings (’I Do’ prequel) Confession Under the Stars Sleepover?! You Better Angel Baby The Dance Soulmate Beautiful Glow Welcome Back Trust Trench Coat Angel The New Kid Part 1 Friendship Part 2 Follow and Protect Part 3 Broken Bridges Part 4 It Was You Part 5 These Wings The First of Many Rolling with Rick My Hero The Pedals Fall Part 1 The Garden Withers Part 2 Butterfly Weed Part 3 Flowers and Letters Part 4 Wrecking Ball Dearly Beloved Part 1 Heaven’s Newest Angel Part 2 Much to Learn Part 3 Again Part 4 Death Part 5 Double Date? Pet Names
Untitled (Short Poem) Last Night Part 1 Stay Part 2 Burning Love Talk Safe and Sound That Day Ding-Dong! The Witch is Dead Slip of the Tongue What I did for Love Part 1 One Year Part 2 Relief or Fear Part 3 The Deceiving King Part 4 A Step in the Right Direction Part 5 Serenity Part 1 Safe With You Part 2 Fated Kiss Part 3 Epilogue One Little Suggestion Is That A Challenge? Part 1 Truly Amazing Part 2 Power to the Hunter Glow Sticks and Booze Pray for Me Pray for Me Part 2 Dean Winchester Every Time Not Again Part 1 Four Days Part 2 Feelings. Be Known. Part 3 Never Forget Part 4 Missed You Friends Anytime Birthday Surprise Part 1 Torn Apart Part 2 BitterSweet Part 3 Not What It Seems Part 4 Lost and Found Part 5 Monster Impending Doom Part 1 Fairy Tale Part 2 All This Time Dream of Us Part 1 The Reality of Dreams Part 2 Star Green Eyed Monster Not Him. You On Thin Ice You Sure? I’m Sure. Arsonist’s Lullabye For Us. It’s Perfect. Stand By You Not In That Way Names Aren’t Important Part 1 What’s In A Name? Part 2 Legacy Part 3 True Name Part 4 I’ll Be Waiting Part 5 Move On You But Not You The Last Room Part 1 I Will Take Care of You Part 2 Falling Trespasser
Forgotten Part 1 Come Back Part 2 Always Running Tell Him Words Unspoken Familiar It Was Your Eyes Realization He What Me? My Boyfriend’s Back Dream Dream Dream Birthday Boy Connections Drowning Not Like This Part 1 Little Minion Part 2 Well Well Well Part 3 After What Happened Part 4 Rambles I’ll Protect You Water
Two Bit Punk I’m Not Drunk Beach Day Annoying Duo (Sister!Reader) Pups Moving Forward Gym Time Alone (Sister!Reader) The Runaway (Sibling!Reader) Fun Pie Face Forgiveness Lesson Learned
Bet Is On Shifter of Relationships They Need You Part 1 We Need You Part 2 Too Big A Fight Part 3 Together Part 4 Decision Part 5 I Stand Corrected Part 6
Pops Princess It’s a Hard LifePart 1 I Want It AllPart 2 Advice From A Demon The Runaway Fun Pie Face Forgiveness Lesson Learned Pit of Dogs
Sympathy for the Devil Part 1 Angel Wings Part 2 Double Date? Queen Reunited Lost Love In Time
My name is Samandriel
Operation G.U.T.S. Part 1 Operation A.W.E Part 2
Goodbye Unlucky Lost Love in Time
Valentine’s Day (Dean/Sam/Cas) Loki’s Day (Gabriel) Not Human (Fem!Cas!Reader) Part 1 Mother’s Day (Sibling!Reader)