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You slammed into the wall with the force of the slap that Sir delivered to your already bruised face. “Useless hybrid! What a waste of my fucking money! All these years and you still don’t behave!” “I’m sorry, Sir! It was a mistake I-I didn’t mean-” “I never said you could speak, bitch!” He yanked on hard your choke chain. You clawed at the metal choking you, trying to pull it away from your airway. Sir kicked you hard in the stomach for trying and spit on your crumpled form.

All you could do was lay there in fear, in the past year and a half you had endured much worse abuse and had learned that staying still was the best option. Another yank on your chain made you turn to look at him. “Looks like you need some time in the Play Room, brat.” You began to shake at his words, the so called ‘Play” room was more of a torture chamber than anything, but you had no choice but to follow as he began to walk there, pulling your leash.

The familiar dark red walls greeted you menacingly as you were brought into the room and shoved onto the floor. You sat helplessly as he strapped you into a spreader bar and laid you on your back. Fat tears fell from your eyes as he stepped away from you to prepare. He was a meticulous man who always followed the same procedure. "Don't cry slut, this is your only purpose." He said sharply as he noticed your tears. “Now, start reciting your mantra.” He turned away from you and began to pull on latex gloves. Turning to the left, he proudly surveyed his collection of bdsm and torture equipment. Running his fingers gently over each tool, he licked his lips remembering every time he had used each one on you.

You gazed up at the wall trying to force the awful memories out of your mind, unsuccessfully. You loathed this part of your torture. It brought him sadistic pleasure when you recounted the abuse. You knew he wanted to ingrain it mentally, so you never forgot. Not only that, but also remind you it would never stop unless he allowed it. His abuse was all about physical and mental control over you. Some small part inside, knew this and rebelled against it. Perhaps, that’s why some shred of sanity remained in you. Humans like this were nothing new to you. During your hybrid training, there had been many like him.

You wondered if it was possible for humans to be different. There was always a dim memory that would surface occasionally. A boy, reaching his hand out to you while flashing a crooked smile. It was filled with emotions you knew logically as love and happiness. Yet, they seemed too distant and you couldn’t recall the actual feelings well. You were taken out of your musings by the harsh reality of Sir’s voice.

“Yah! I said to start reciting or should I get punishment started early, Lyra?” Sir was seething at your silence. Quickly, you began from memory, “548 days since Sir saved me from the doctors. 548 days where I didn’t serve well enough. 548 days that Sir deserved better. 548 days I have been a useless bitch. 548 days I haven’t been grateful. 548 days I should have died instead.” “That’s right you stupid whore, so many days and yet you are still disappointing me.” He grabbed a stick of wax and a lighter and walked over to your pitiful frame. Flicking the lighter on, he held the wax stick above your bare back and dripped thick drops of scalding wax onto you. You bit your tongue and tried to keep more tears from streaming down your face.

You were granted a moment of peace as he left your side to get a new tool, but you soon longed for the wax as you watched him hold a thin metal tube above the lighter. He pressed it onto your back and you couldn’t contain the shriek of pain that shot from your lips. “SILENCE!” Sir yelled, smacking your spine with the hot metal branding iron. You tasted blood as you bit down hard so you wouldn’t make another sound. It was around this point that you would start to blank out until his torture ended, only coming back when he had finished on you.

“I have decided today to bring back an old favorite of mine, slut. Do you remember the last time we played together with the speculum? I’ve never heard such loud screams. All the different toys we experimented with inside you.” Your eyes shot open as you started to thrash against your bindings, “Please, I’ll do anything, just don’t use it on me!” You could feel the heat rising in your body along with your emotions. “Oh dear Lyra, you seem to be getting too riled up, now I might have to use the shock feature on your collar.” You froze at the mention, if he used it, you would be dead on the spot, so all you could do was stay still and let him do as he pleased.

You laid there, frozen in utter terror as Sir lifted the tool off the wall. He admired the gleaming silver while pulling up a stool to sit in front of you. “I’m going to spread your filthy walls to the max, bitch. Last time we did this, I enjoyed using the broom on you. I think sharper objects will suffice this time.” Every fiber of your being shook in fear at his words and you had no choice but to brace yourself. It was either this or be electrocuted to death. Countless times you wanted to shift from the despair of it all. Sir would definitely kill you, but maybe you could get in a few swipes at least.

The one and only time you shifted was almost all a blur. There had been a trainer who loved mishandling the younger hybrids, children really, no older than ten years old were his fixtation. Dr. Mills was in charge of managing their age group. You’d often watch him lead one of them into a room for hours. When they returned the look in their eyes was empty. The bruises and marks were evident, but you didn’t understand the extent at the time. Afterall, you were only fourteen and hadn’t been exposed to the real world enough. Eventually, due to your seniority over the younger hybrids, they gave you a younger roommate. She was frail and even more malnourished than you. They had spliced her with a Red-Headed Lutino Opaline  which had given her vibrant yellow-red hair.

The color was unforgettable and unique. It was ironic, while her hair seemed so animated, she was anything but that. After the guards had left her in the room, you walked over to her slowly, putting your hands up to let her know you weren’t a threat. “Hi, my name is Y/N.” She furrowed her brows, “No, your name is 120920.” You sighed and ran a hand through your black hair. You slowly guided her to the bed and sat her down while gingerly taking her hands.. The memory of the boy smiling flashed through your brain. You tried to mimic it as best you could as you spoke to her, “My real name is Y/N, it’s a secret. When you came here they told you our names were those numbers.” You both glanced at your ankle. When you get here they tattoo it on that spot. Everyone gets one and afterwards is always addressed only by that number. They stripped away all forms of identity. You were only an animal to them. “The truth is that we all have a name though. I want you to know that my real name is Y/N. You can tell me yours too.” She bit her lip and frowned. “I-I can’t remember.” You thought for a minute, then smiled. The name came to you suddenly, it seemed familiar somehow. “Its okay, the only thing I remember is my name. Your name will be Isabel. We’ll have to keep it just between us, alright? Only call me Y/N when we’re alone at night.”

Isabel smiled, but it didn’t reach her empty eyes. She was too young when they broke her. She had no happy memories to cling to. Despite the tragic situations you both faced, you began to feel protective over her. You tried to care for her as best you could, whether that be giving her some of your food or brushing her hair with your fingers at night. Anything you could do to make her feel some comfort. Overtime, she got comfortable enough with you to the point of being glued to your side.

Due to your constant watch over her, it wasn’t long before you noticed Dr. Mills leading Isabel away many times. You grew worried when she appeared bruises after each encounter. After a particularly long session with him, you decided to sneak into the room. Confronting Isabel about it had proved fruitless. She wouldn’t tell you what Dr. Mills was doing to her or the other children.

You had already seen Dr. Mills grab Isabel, but another Doctor had interrupted him. They were discussing a matter in the cafeteria. It had only taken the fearful look she shot at you for the plan to form. You left the cafeteria calmly, but dashed for the room. It was just like any other, except for the larger bed in the center of it. Hearing voices, you slid open the closet door and sat inside. You waited for a few minutes, but couldn't hear what was happening. You slowly opened the closet door and peeked out. Isabel was laying on the bed naked while Dr. Mills stood leering at her. His hand was rubbing her thigh and the look on her face was..

…

….

You couldn’t remember much after that.

You knew you had entered that closet in your human form, but left something else entirely.

There had been blood, lots of blood.

The taste of human flesh in your mouth.

Dr. Mills screaming, but then falling silent as he gasped for breath.

You were the reason he had gone silent. Your sharp fangs were biting into his neck. Your claws were like daggers on his torso. His clothes were ripped and bloody. The air in the room was completely silent except for his ragged breathing. Every animalistic urge in you was screaming to kill him. You had been prey long enough, but now the predator had emerged. The only thing that reigned stronger than your instincts, was Isabel, she stood with a blanket wrapped around her and slowly approached you. Her hands were up, just like you had done the first time she came in your room. Instead of tightening your powerful jaws around Dr. Mills neck you flung him to the other side of the room. His weak body hit the wall with a thud as blood seeped out from his wounds.

You were worried you had scared Isabel. Everything in you wanted to protect her, just like you had never been protected. Now, maybe she would think of you as just an animal too. You shut your eyes tightly, willing yourself to shift back. But, at the last moment before you did, Isabel reached out and petted you gently. You looked up to meet her eyes and were astounded, “Thank you, Y/N.” She smiled sincerely and for the first time, it reached her eyes.

You were brought back from your memory by a loud ringing. “Who the fuck needs me right now?” Sir growled angrily as he answered his phone. “Hello? Right now? I’m in the middle of- Fuck, fine alright. I’ll be there in 15, this better not take more than an hour.” With that he hung up and turned to you. “Looks like we have to postpone our fun, Lyra, but don’t think for a second it isn’t happening when I get back.” You said a silent thank you in your head as he undid your bonds, then yanked you out of the room by your chain again.

He threw you into the Dark Room and shut the door with a slam. You hated this room, it was so cramped and dark, made of only cement, it was completely awful. You hugged your knees and shivered by yourself. I have to get away, somehow, I have to. You rose to your feet and pressed your head against the door, dumbfounded when it pushed open. Completely shocked, you stood very still a moment, not even breathing. This was your only chance and you had to take it, closing the door behind you, you forced your feet to walk down the hall to Sirs bedroom. You grabbed the raggedy dress from the floor that had been thrown off your body hours ago and slipped it over your head.

You climbed up the stairs to the main floor, your pace quickening as the front door came into view. Go, go, go, go. That’s all you could think as you opened the main door and went down the front steps and down the street, you were running now, as fast as you could. Buildings began to multiply, people stared at you as you ran. The city. It was pouring rain but you couldn’t feel it, you just kept running, until your vision began to blur. You slowed down and stumbled over your feet. Not now, please not now. You put your hand against the building beside you and tried to regain your bearings, but your starving and beaten body could no longer support your escape. You fell to your knees and clutched your head, eyes struggling to stay open, a soft sob left your lips as your whole world went black.

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“Fuck, it’s raining again!” Yoongi grumbled looking out the window at the dark skies, “Yoongi, rain is a necessary thing!” “Maybe so, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it Namjoon!” The taller of the two laughed at that. “Let’s just get out of here and go home.” Yoongi nodded in agreement and the two men entered the elevator together. “Should we pick up chinese on the way home? Or are you feelin’ something else?” Namjoon asked. “Sure, chinese sounds perfect right now.” Yoongi patted his growling stomach, “Let’s get a move on!”

After exiting and locking to front doors, Namjoon and Yoongi turned towards the parking lot. “Oh my god!” Yoongi gasped and ran over to a lump on the ground. “What! What’s wrong?” Namjoon yelled running after him. “Holy shit, a hybrid! Is-is she ok?” Yoongi carefully put his hand on one of the hybrids shoulders, “Hey! Are you alright? She’s not answering Namjoon, we need to take her with us.” “Take her with us? Are you sure?” “Just lift her carefully Joon. Come on.” Namjoon bent down and carefully slipped his arm under the unconscious hybrid, then followed after Yoongi to his car. He laid the hybrid down on the backseat with her head in his lap, and gave Yoongi the ok to start driving.

The drive was extremely tense, Yoongi gripped the wheel until his knuckles turned white and Namjoon chewed his lip anxiously. When they reached their apartment, Namjoon lifted the hybrid once more and carried her into the elevator and then to their penthouse. “Put her on my bed, I’ll get some warm blankets.” Yoongi called as he rushed down the hall. Namjoon did as instructed, gently lying her on the bed, then helped Yoongi tuck several blankets around the hybrids frail form. “I’ll call Seokjin, he’s a hybrid doctor he’ll know what to do.” Namjoon said leaving Yoongi alone in the bedroom.

Yoongi stared at the unconscious hybrid, he didn’t know why he had insisted they bring her here, it just felt like what had to be done. Namjoon returned soon, a bottle of water and a heat pack in hand. “He said to give her human tylenol for now, get her drinking some water and keep her warm.” Yoongi nodded, taking the pills and water from Namjoon. He placed a pill in the hybrids mouth and plugged her nose, making her swallow the pill. Moving the water bottle to her lips, he tipped it slightly, happy when she began to swallow a little bit at a time.

“Okay, I guess that’s all we can do for now…” Yoongi said softly standing up, his eyes never leaving the hybrids sleeping form. “She’ll be ok, Yoongi.” Namjoon said pulling him into a side hug, “I know, where will she go after though?” “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, for now let her rest.”

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You woke with a start, panic heavy in your chest as you frantically untangled yourself from the strange bed. The room you were in smelled nice, but it’s unfamiliarity left you feeling unsettled. Where is this? Where- How did I get here? This isn’t Sirs who, who has me? You spun around searching for an exit, when your eyes locked on the door you crept towards it slowly. Turning the handle as quietly as you could, you peaked out the door and spotted two men sitting on a couch. One had dirty blonde hair, he was taller , the other one had dark brown hair and was shorter , his head resting against the taller ones shoulder. Shutting the door softly, you pulled on your black locks harshly as you tried to form a plan of escape. Your eyes fell on the bed, multiple sheets tangled upon it, then to the glass doors on the side of the room and the plan was made, stupid as it may be, you couldn’t be trapped again.

Tying the sheets together as tight as possible, you formed a long rope of sorts to assist your escape. Pulling the glass doors open, you stepped on the deck into the frigid rain and pulled the sheets out with you. You heaved the rope over the side after securing one end to the railing and watched it drop, it seemed you were much higher up than anticipated. Nothing was stopping you though, if you died so be it, you weren’t going to go through that again. Your hands reached up to your neck were the choke collar was still fixed against your throat. The wind whipped at your hair and the glass doors slammed open and shut.

Anxiety rushed through your body as you heard footsteps running towards you. The bedroom door burst open and you locked eyes with the shorter one, his eyes were wide with fear mirroring your own as you backed into the railing. “Don’t!” He called desperation evident in his voice, the tall one took a step towards you. “It’s ok, we don’t want to hurt you, you’re safe here.” His voice was warm and smooth, making you want to trust him, your hybrid genes crying to be held by someone with such a kind voice. Forcing the feeling away, you screamed “NO! YOU’RE LYING!”

“We aren’t, we want to help, we won’t touch you or, or anything just don’t try to get down that way, you’ll get hurt! Please.” The brown haired one said, you could tell he was trying to stay calm but his deep voice was shaking as he spoke. He reached out a hand to you, “Come back in, please? Jin will be here, he can help you.” Instinctively you, moved towards him, craving for his touch, when your hand was in his he held it firmly but not in a possessive manner. Your body relaxed a tiny bit and you felt the world spin around you, stumbling slightly. A warm hand on your back steadied you once more. The blonde was the owner of said hand and he gave you a soft smile when you looked at him.

They lead you to the couch they had been seated at before and wrapped a blanket around you. You gripped the blanket tightly as you glanced nervously around the room. It was a lovely spacious living room that gave you an at ease feeling. Your eyes zeroed in on the front door and you considered making another run for it. However, your body felt very weak and you were famished, even if you tried, you’d probably just collapse again. As if reading your thoughts the brown haired man walked over to the door and unlocked it. “You aren’t our prisoner, alright? If you want to walk out this door right now, we won’t stop you. We just ask you at least let us explain and help you get cleaned up. I bet you’re in need of a good meal too.”

You crossed your arms around yourself, turning your head sideways to avoid their stares. You wondered why these two humans were treating you so kindly, it didn’t make sense. Yet, your animal instincts didn’t sense any malicious intent from them, instead you had the urge to let them take care of you. Opting on the cautious side, you glared at them sharply while hissing in warning. “All right little one, lets get you some food.”  The blonde seemed to decide that you not bolting for the door was your way of accepting their help, which you couldn’t really deny. He walked to the adjacent kitchen while they began introducing themselves. “I’m Namjoon by the way, that one is Yoongi. We really don’t mean any harm, we found you collapsed outside our building and brought you here so you could heal.” “You are free to do whatever you choose, but our friend who is a hybrid doctor at a shelter is going to come and check you out, if you are willing?” Yoongi said almost pleading with you not to go.

You just nodded at their explanation and pulled the blanket tighter around yourself. They aren’t Sir. They aren’t. “I-” Your voice cracked from not speaking for so long, Yoongi offered you a glass of water, which you accepted and sipped slowly. “I will stay for the doctor.” Both men sighed in relief at your words, making you question them even more. They were truly… worried for you, for your wellbeing, what an odd way to react to a hybrid. “Do you have a name?” Namjoon asked, looking over from where he was cooking “Y/N. And I’m a black panther hybrid, I can tell you are curious...”

Yoongi stood up suddenly. “Y/N, let’s get you some clothes, okay?” You stood and followed him back to the room you had woken up in. Yoongi rummaged through a chest of drawers and eventually pulled out a black t-shirt and some grey sweatpants. “They’ll probably be too big but, they’re better than nothing…” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, his eyes lingering on the thick metal surrounding your neck. You dropped the blanket to change and he whipped around so fast it startled you. “I- uh I’ll go, you come out when you’re done!” You shook your head in confusion as he rushed out the door. Ah. He doesn’t want to see the ugly bruises. You nodded to yourself decisively and began to pull the clothes on.

Yoongi had been right, they were too big, you tightened the sweats as much as you could but the shirt still hung quite loose on your frame. Padding back into the living room, you were greeted with the smell of chicken. It was heavenly and you felt your stomach clench in anticipation, it had been so long since you had eaten anything warm. A steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup sat on the table in front of the couch where you had been sitting before. Namjoon beckoned you over and handed you a spoon, which you took gratefully, focused on the soup and nothing else.

You ate quietly and the two men said nothing, just sharing glances with each other as they watched you savor each mouthful, a tiny peek of a smile on your lips. Knocking at the door startled all three of you, causing you to nearly drop your bowl. “Jin must be here, it’s ok!” Yoongi said seeing your nervousness reappearing. Namjoon walked over quickly, opening the door for their friend. He stepped to the side as Jin walked in, waving at you while smiling warmly. Your eyes narrowed at his white lab coat and you jumped up abruptly. Crouching into a defensive position, you curled your lip to show your sharp canines, ears flat against your head. The menacing growl that reverberated around the room shocked everyone. Swiftly, you backed up against the nearest wall so no one could surprise you from behind. Your entire body was shaking in terror, anxiety coming off you in waves. They found me, they found me, they found me.

Squeezing your arm to try to regain some balance, you stuttered out, “I won’t let you take me back to the lab. I’m not going.” Jin stepped forward slowly with his hands raised to show he meant no harm. He remained calm due to his years of experience with hybrids, but Yoongi, in his panic, spoke up first. “What lab? Y/N he’s good I promise!” Yoongi called to you, looking from you to the appalled Namjoon at his side. You vehemently shook your head. You could feel the shift starting to take control of your body, your muscles tensing and forming new connections. Then just as it started it had ended, with the intensely sharp pain of electrocution. Th...e c-ollar. You thought hazily as your body withered in pain and you collapsed once again.

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“Oh my god, Jin help her please! What happened?” Yoongi cried panic stricken, his own body trembling hard. Your body was spazzing randomly as you laid on the floor, eyes shut once again.  “Her collar is designed to electrocute her if she shifts, I need to check her now.” Jin said calmly, lifting you in his arms and taking you to Yoongi's room. Namjoon followed while Yoongi just sat on the couch his face in his hands as he cried for you.

This situation was entirely foreign to him. He’d been around hybrids plenty, but had never seen one in such a condition. You were the complete opposite of Jin and Hobi’s hybrids, Jungkook and Jimin were always full of life, bouncing around in their apartment. Nor could he explain why he felt so protective of you, from the moment he saw you, he knew he had to help you.

Jin gave you a shot of sedative and your body stilled. He examined your eyes and listened to your breathing, his mouth set in a firm line. He removed your clothing and scanned your body over. “She’s been abused for a long time, Joon. Her body shows multiple signs of physical assault and torture, I honestly don’t know how she’s survived.” He traced the lines of your ribs, and sighed heavily, when a number on your ankle caught his eye. “120920…” He turned to face Namjoon. “We need to talk, Yoongi too. I’ll redress her, remove that god awful collar and give her some pain meds, then I’ll meet you in the living room.” He said gravely.

Namjoon exited the room but instead of going directly to Yoongi, he leaned against the wall. He felt defeated as he slowly slid to the floor, hugging himself. When they found you his first instinct was to take you to the hospital, let someone with experience care for you. It wasn’t everyday you found a hybrid laying injured on the ground, Yoongi had leapt into action though, so he reacted as well. After only knowing for you a short time, he was starting to feel attached. He couldn’t comprehend how you’d been through so much abuse, yet still allowed them to care for you. Now that the situation had dawned on him, he felt the full weight of everything. Yoongi’s soft cries reached him and he got up immediately.

Walking into the living room, his heart broke at the sight of him in tears. He wrapped his arms around him while stroking his back gently. “It’s okay, we’re going to be okay. Jin is going to take care of her. He’ll get that disgusting collar off of her.” Yoongi gripped Namjoon’s shirt and nodded, not many words were needed between the two. The bond they shared was unbreakable and their main source of comfort. Namjoon whispered soft encouragement as Yoongi slowly calmed down, turning to face the younger man holding him so close.

“Thanks Joonie, it’s all just a lot.” Yoongi sighed and wiped his tears away. “I know, I feel the same. She, she shouldn’t have been through that.” Separating slowly they fixed each other up, “We have to make sure she never does again Joon, somehow.” Namjoon just nodded. They both turned to face Jin when they heard him closing the door to Yoongi's room. “I am going to share some information with you two. It’s, not good information but I think it is vital in relation to Y/N.” Yoongi and Namjoon looked at each other and nodded. “Please, tell us.” Yoongi asked quietly, messing with his fingers. Jin took a breath and began.

“Y/N is a man made hybrid. This means she used to be human, but had her genes spliced with animal DNA to make her into a hybrid. Not only that, but she is also a wild hybrid which makes her somewhat unpredictable. The number on her ankle is what they would have used to keep tabs on her, in the lab where she was created. I believe she thought I was from there, causing a panic attack which triggered her almost-shift. I know you two don’t know much about hybrids, but she is going to need a lot of care. Hybrids need attention and love like they need water and food, it’s a necessity.” The two men facing him nodded, eyes pleading for him to continue.

“Y/N has been through extreme abuse and torture, physically for sure and most likely emotional as well. Her trust won’t be won easily, but if you have patience it can happen. I’ve never handled a man made hybrid personally, but I have a colleague who has. I didn’t wish to violate Y/N’s privacy, but I took a picture of the numbers on her ankle. it’s possible he may be familiar with the branding. He works with an organization that investigates these labs to expose them and get them shut down. A lot of the files are stored in case they can be used to identify victims. It’s possible we could help Y/N find some information on herself.”

Jin took a moment to eye his younger friends warily, he knew this was a risky situation that they weren’t prepared for. “It may be better if I take Y/N with me. I trust both of you, but I don’t know if you’re prepared for this. She’d probably warm up to Jimin and Jungkook.” Jin trailed off, surprised as Yoongi leaned forward and clasped their hands together. He looked him straight in the eyes as he said, “Jin, we both feel responsible for her wellbeing. We’ll handle this, I’ll research all about hybrids. We’ll alternate days at the studio so one of us is always here. Nobody will harm her.” Jin was taken aback by the passion in Yoongi’s tone. Typically, only music could bring out such a reaction in the man. He raised an eyebrow at Namjoon who just smiled and wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s shoulder. “We’re this together.”

“Well, that settles it then, call me if you have any questions though. Ah, also I wouldn’t let anyone know Y/N is staying here. Our inner circle only, but for now don’t trust anyone else. She is a rare breed of hybrid, I’m sure her creators spent a small fortune on her. It isn’t safe to assume someone isn’t looking for her.” Namjoon and Yoongi stared at Jin, stunned by this new information, but only more inclined to protect her. “She hasn’t agreed to stay here, but we’ll bring it up to her when she wakes up. As well as warn her about that, though judging by her reactions she’s probably aware.” Jin nodded, and they exchanged goodbyes while thanking him, he laughed and waved them off while saying this was his job. This and being handsome, of course.

Then it was just them and Y/N.

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Yoongi woke up curled into Namjoons arms, confused as to why he wasn’t in his own bed. He sat up quickly when he remembered. Y/N! Untangling himself from the sheets, he headed to his room to check on you. The door creaked as he opened it to peek in, sighing in relief when he found you sleeping. He had been worried you might run away in the night and get yourself hurt, or worse, if someone had hurt you. You were breathing slowly, deep in dreamland and you looked peaceful, which brought calm to Yoongi’s fretting mind.

“You were pretty worried about her, huh?” Namjoon whispered in Yoongi’s ear, making him yelp in surprise. Yoongi turned to give Namjoon an icy side glare before awkwardly clearing his throat. “I needed to make sure she was okay, there’s nothing wrong with that.” In response he got Namjoon’s deep chuckle and a dimpled smile. “Of course there isn’t. I just found it adorable when you suddenly shot out of bed and ran over here. I’ve never seen you move that fast.” Yoongi clicked his tongue and pouted at that. Namjoon reached out and began patting down Yoongi’s bedhead. “Hey, it’s okay. She’s safe and so are we.”

Yoongi grasped his hand and moved it down so his cheek was nuzzling against it. “Speaking of us, we ended up sleeping together last night?” He wasn’t able to meet Namjoon’s eyes as he asked. He wasn’t shy when it came to touching between them. In fact he was the only person Yoongi felt comfortable enough being like this with. “Uhh, yeah after Jin left you fell asleep on the couch. I didn’t feel right leaving you there, so I carried you to my room. I stayed up for a while to check on Y/N, but then I passed out next to you. We were more exhausted than I realized.”

Yoongi’s gummy smile lit up his face, “Thanks Joonie, I appreciate it. After everything that happened yesterday, I wouldn’t have wanted to sleep alone. I won’t be sleeping in my room anyways, if Y/N agrees to stay.” Namjoon raised his eyebrow at that, but Yoongi just shrugged. “We can’t ask her to sleep on the couch, she deserves her own space for now.” Biting his lip nervously he went on, “Plus, I liked cuddling with you. You let me be the little spoon.” Namjoon’s cheeks were burning at Yoongi’s bold words. They’d fallen asleep together on the couch before, but had never slept in the same bed. He was nervous how Yoongi would feel about it come morning time. Knowing that Yoongi liked it and might be sleeping in his bed from now on made his heart flutter. “You can be the little spoon anytime, Yoon. By the way, have you showered since Thursday? Go ahead, I’ll wait for Y/N to wake up.”

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You heard voices when you woke up, climbing out of the bed you reached for your neck, gasping when you found the collar no longer there. Had that man, Jin, removed it? He mustn’t be from the organization then… The memory of almost shifting last night flashed in your mind, causing panic to rise in your chest. They probably don’t want me here anymore after that… But they were too nice to dump me while I was unconscious.

Tiptoeing to the door, you opened it slowly to look into the hall. “You’re up Y/N.” Namjoon said, eyes locking with yours. You just nodded slowly, not wanting to upset him with the wrong words. “Yoongi is just in the shower, I’m making pancakes for us all, you can sit on the couch or at the table while you wait, if you want.” He told you softly, talking to you as if you would break if he spoke too loud. You hadn’t been prepared for such a kind interaction, expecting him to ask you to leave right away.

You made your way to the table slowly, and sat down, watching Namjoon move around the kitchen, mixing ingredients and heating the pan. As he started cooking them, you almost drooled at the tempting smell they were giving off. Soon, a plate of pancakes was placed on the table along with 3 other plates and cutlery. Yoongi came in just then, hair damp and smelling of soap, he joined you and Namjoon at the table.

“Eat as many as you like, Y/N! There’s syrup and butter too if you’d like.” Namjoon said handing you the pancakes with a warm smile on his lips. “Thank you, uh, Master?” You looked at him questioningly, unsure how you should address the two men. When Namjoon twisted his face in disgust, you started to breathe quicker. “I’m sorry! I didn’t know what to call you! Please tell me what you would prefer and I will do so.” You rushed to explain yourself before he could get angry.

Namjoons eyes softened as he said “You can just call me Namjoon, we are equals in this house Y/N.” You stared at him incredulously. “I’m a hybrid, I’m not worth anything. My only use is my body and my ability to serve.” Yoongi almost started crying when he heard those words leave your mouth. Looking you in the eyes, Yoongi stated as steadily as he could,  “You have value just being you, Y/N! You don’t owe anyone anything.” You blinked at him, unable to sense any lies. I have value? You took a bite of your food and just nodded at Yoongi, not sure how to answer him.

When you had all finished, Namjoon ushered you to the couch while Yoongi did the dishes. He sat down next to you and looked you firmly in the eyes. “Y/N, we need to talk about a few things. I don’t want to make you uneasy, but this is important. We’re deeply concerned about you.” He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. The stress on his face was apparent and you assumed the worst. “I’ll be gone in about two minutes! Don’t worry, I’m good at getting out of the way.” Before you could get up, he reached out and grabbed your hand gently.

“No, please consider staying here with us. It’s dangerous out there, Y/N. Jin told us that you’re a man made hybrid. The lab that created you could be searching for you. It’s obvious you’ve been abused and tortured by them. The shock collar and your injuries don’t paint a pretty picture. I won’t force you to go in detail about your past, but I’m sure you don't have anywhere else to go.” You frowned and tried to process his words. Namjoon and Yoongi were nothing like the humans you’ve experienced so far. During your time at lab you were taught that hybrids were below humans, that they were just objects to be owned.

“You want me? Here?” Confusion laced your voice. “Yes.” Both men answered firmly, not a single waiver in their voices. “Yours. I’m yours now?” You looked at the two, eyes flitting between them. “Ah, Y/N you don’t belong to us, you’re our, uh, roommate? I guess?” Yoongi mumbled, rubbing his hands together. “We want to give you everything you need.” Namjoon added, softly drawing circles on your hand with his thumb. “You can have Yoongi’s room until we figure something else out. We want to help you start to live a normal life like you deserve. We were taught to respect hybrids growing up. Some of our closest friends are even hybrids, we’d love for you to meet them.”

Your eyes widened, “F-Friends with hybrids? That’s insane..” You shook your head trying to go away from the dark thoughts. Namjoon and Yoongi words were making you happy, but believing them would take time. However, they hadn’t given you any reason to doubt them yet. You also knew this was your only option, being on the streets was too risky. Maybe their so called hybrid friends would be nice as well. You decided to give them the benefit of the doubt, but stayed alert.

“Alright, I’ll stay for now...” You trailed off, then decided to trust them a bit. “You both should know, I don’t think my creators are looking for me. I was sold to my master, Sir, and he kept me for 548 days. He’s probably out hunting for me, he’s going to punish me if he gets me.” Talking about Sir had shaken you up more than you realized. Tears were starting to fill your eyes and your hand was shaking in Namjoon’s. Suddenly, Namjoon and Yoongi both wrapped their arms around you and hugged you tightly. You weren’t sure how to react to such a warm gesture, but you immediately melted into it. You craved more of the feeling of safety they were giving you. It was so new to you, but it felt so right.

You had always wanted this kind of sweet intimacy, and now that you’d gotten a taste, all you wanted was more. “We will keep you safe, he’ll never touch you again.” Yoongi said grabbing your free hand and giving it a comforting squeeze. “Thank you, thank you.” You cried in their arms, finally letting the tears you had been forced to keep, escape. Namjoon rubbed your back the whole time and Yoongi mumbled soft encouragement.

When you had calmed down enough to breathe evenly, you rubbed your puffy eyes and nodded to them to signal you were alright. “Now then, we need to get you some necessities today, we can do shopping for clothes later. So, how about we make a list, hm?” Namjoon suggested, when you gave him a nod of approval he pulled out his phone. “Ok, so what colours do you prefer?” Yoongi prompted you. “I like purple a lot, and yellow and um white!” You list, playing with a strand of your black hair. “Is there anything you specifically want us to get?” Namjoon asked, still typing on his phone. You shook your head quickly, “I don’t need anything really, you’ve already given me so much…” You looked down at your hands in your lap.

Namjoon rose to his feet and went over to the door, “Well, I’ll get everything I think you need, and check with Jin just in case.” He told you both as he slipped his shoes on. “And stay out of trouble while I’m gone~” He called he walked down the hall to the elevator.

~

Namjoon was deep in thought as he got in his car and drove off. He didn’t want to pressure Y/N into talking about her past, yet he had so many questions. Did they need to be worried about The Lab? Who was Sir? Why had Y/N specifically known how long she was held captive by him? Just remembering her still referring to him as master had him gripped his steering wheel tightly. He’d have to find a way to gently tell her she didn’t belong to that scum anymore. She would never belong to anyone ever. He sighed and reminded himself to be patient. Y/N would need time to completely open up to them. He then realized he had no idea where he was going. She was a hybrid which meant he’d need to go to a specific store. He quickly pulled his phone out and dialed Jin up.

“Yo, Jin! I need to go pick up some stuff for Y/N, but I don’t know what hybrid store would be best?”

“Ah Namjoon, I was just about to call you. Hybrid stores? I usually send Hobi to shop at Hybrid World for the clinic. He’s always raving about the selection and staff being amazing. They should have anything Y/N needs. Oh, if you’re going shopping for her then you’ll need her measurements. I took them when I examined her. I’ll text them to you when we hang up, as well as a list of necessities.”

“ H-Her measurements? I didn’t even think of that. Erm, anyways thanks for helping me with all this. I’ll definitely check out the store since Hobi likes it so much. So, why were you about to call me?”

“I spoke to my colleague about Y/N’s situation. He didn’t know what lab it was from the photo, but he did remember something. It’s rather disturbing..”

“Tell me, Jin. I can handle it.”

“A few months back there was an incident, the city kept it out of the papers. Some residents were complaining about a foul smell coming from an abandoned warehouse. They claimed people use to come in and out of there at night, but stopped randomly. The police inspected the place and found several hybrid corpses. They were never able to find out who the poor souls were, but they all had the same brand as Y/N. He’s going to try to look into it, but the fact that’s all he knew isn’t a good sign. It’s going to take some time before he gets back to me with more information. Make sure you take care to be discreet with her, Joonie.”

“Wow, I can’t believe that. That’s completely fucked. I feel so blind, I didn’t know Hybrid trafficking still took place to that level. I knew it happened, but I thought Hybrid ARC was in place to prevent that.”

“Joonie, don’t feel bad about not knowing this stuff. We’ve never talked about it much, but it’s my job to know after all. The truth is Hybrid ARC is bullshit, some of them care, but some don’t. The media usually censors news about the trafficking because it’s horrendous. The government doesn’t want to fully deal with the issue. Ever since man made hybrids became commonplace there’s been hundreds of illegal labs. I will say the situation has improved to some degree. Private organizations who protest and track these labs down are aggressive. It’s complicated, but while Hybrid’s are classified as citizens, they just don’t get the same respect.”

"Yoongi and I are going to start looking into these matters. Fuck labs, Hybrid ARC, and the government. Jin, I won't let these monsters ever harm her again."

~

The hybrid store seemed daunting and Namjoon swallowed thickly before entering. There’s really a hybrid living with us now huh. He picked out a purple toothbrush, some cat hybrid toothpaste, and some kind of shampoo and conditioner set that was meant to help keep both your hair and fur healthy. He was extremely thankful that most things were sorted for specific hybrid types, so he could stay mostly in the cat section grabbing other self care items, like body wash, face wash and moisturizer.

Finally moving towards the section he was most nervous about, he entered the isle of clothing racks. An employee with bunny ears came over to him as he looked through the racks awkwardly. “Can I help you find something?” She asked sweetly. “Uh, I need some basics for a cat hybrid, she likes purple, yellow and white. Could-could you pick some things for me to give her?” He asked sheepishly, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. “Do you have her sizing?” The hybrid inquired, looking him in the eye. “Oh, yes, yes, um, here.” He handed her his phone with Jins text on the screen. “I’ll just be at the front whenever you finish, don’t feel rushed! I really appreciate the help…”

Namjoon sat on a chair at the front while he waited, texting Yoongi.

Namjoon

[How are things at home?]

Yoongi

[Good! We are watching Grease rn, she loves it so much Joonie it’s adorable]

Namjoon

[Aww~ You two are the cutest <3]

[I finished shopping, so I’ll head home soon, just have to pay]

Yoongi

[Sounds good <3 See you soon]

He dreaded telling Yoongi about what Jin had found out, knowing it would hurt him deeply. Sighing heavily, he rubbed his temples and ran a hand through his hair. He had to be strong for Y/N and Yoongi.

Ten minutes later, the girl returned with several items of clothing. “I hope these are alright!” She gave him a warm smile. “Thanks again, these will be perfect.” With that, he paid for all of the items and headed back to his car.

Arms laden with bags, Namjoon made his way back to the apartment, missing Yoongi and you despite only having been gone a few hours. Slipping his key in the lock, he opened the door and kicked off his shoes. Looking around, he found you fast asleep on a softly snoring Yoongis shoulder, cuddled up on the couch together. The both of you looked so comfy, he couldn’t bare to wake you, so he simply pulled a blanket over the two of you. Turning to leave he froze in his place for a moment before walking back and pulling out his phone to snap a picture of the sweet moment. Setting it as his lock screen, he chuckled quietly to himself before making his way to his room. Jins information can wait one day.

Chapter Text

Yoongi woke up first the next morning and carefully slipped away from Y/N. The two of you had slept so peacefully together last night. You fit into his arms perfectly, even softly purring once you drifted off. Still, what if waking up in his arms startled you? That was the last thing he wanted. He yawned, stretching and walking over to the kitchen for his morning coffee. Giving your sleeping face one last glance. Adorable, he thought grinning to himself.

Initially, when Namjoon left and they were alone for the first time he was anxious. He rarely hung out with anyone except for Namjoon solo. He wanted to do something to make you happy, but he wasn’t sure. Thankfully, you had started to explore the living room. Poking at their large entertainment center that held a large flat screen TV, multiple consoles, and a ton of DVDS/CDS.

You didn’t know what any of it was called except for the TV. Telling him that they occasionally played it for them at the lab, or saw Sir use it. He felt a pang in his heart at your lack of real world experiences. He would show you as much of this world as he could. After running your fingers along the DVD you had pulled out Grease. Out of all the movie covers you had seen it was your favorite. You had shyly asked to watch it, after all those times imagining the story, and he agreed immediately. It was a nice hanging out together and he was pleased with how smoothly it went.

He was pouring his cup of coffee when Namjoon walked in. Looking quite the sight with his hair  a mess from sleeping. They nodded at each other not speaking yet, use to their quiet morning routine. He poured Namjoon a cup of coffee and gave it to him. Still a bit lost in his musings about Y/N. He wondered if you’d enjoy Grease 2? Nah, better not ruin your excitement with that mess. He started sipping his coffee, chuckling to himself.

“You look pretty happy this morning, Yoongi. Enjoy cuddling with Y/N all night?” Namjoon whistled at him, winking. Teasing Yoongi was his favorite. “It was nice.” He replied between sips of coffee. “I bet. You two looked angelic, I couldn’t resist snapping a photo.” He pulled out his phone and proudly showed off his lock screen. Yoongi gasped and tried to swipe for the phone, but Namjoon had pulled it away. He wagged his finger at him, “No, no no. Don’t worry I won’t show anyone.” Yoongi huffed, but gave up and turned away, about to walk off to get changed.

“Wait, I need to tell you something. I talked with Jin last night about Y/N.” Yoongi looked up at Namjoon, completely serious now. “What is it? Is there trouble?” His eyes quickly shifted to you, scared already. “No, well… just listen.” He recounted the phone call with Jin, explaining everything in detail. By the end of it Yoongi’s had a look of pure anger on his face. “Who the fuck do these labs think they are? Treating hybrids like pieces of trash. There has to be more we can do about this. Maybe we should talk to Jin? Wait, these are the same people who had Y/N. What if they come for her, Nam-” Yoongi was rambling now, a nervous habit that happened occasionally due to stress.

“Calm down, Jin and his friend are looking into it. As long as we keep her safe and hidden, we’ll be fine.” Namjoon reached out and pulled Yoongi to him. Hugging him tightly against him and stroking his hair softly. “Its okay, it's okay.” He cooed, trying to comfort him before he spiraled. They stood like that for a moment before Yoongi pulled away, “I just need some time to process. I don’t want to look gloomy when Y/N wakes up.” Namjoon nodded and sighed as Yoongi left, walking over to the couch to get a better look at you. You looked beautiful, laying there with no apparent worries on your face. Namjoon decided right then and there that you deserved happiness and love, even just the simple act of sleeping peacefully everyday, and he’d give you that.

~

You stretched your body out on the couch and sat up, looking around and finding Namjoon sitting at the table sipping his coffee. “Good morning, Namjoon.” You said tentatively, getting up and coming over to sit across from him. “Morning Y/N, do you want something to eat?” He asked with a kind smile, you gave a small nod, and he rose to make you some toast. You followed after him like a lost duckling and watched with curious eyes how he got everything ready, jumping in surprise and clingy to his shirt when the toaster went off.

Settling back at the table, both with your own toast respectively, as well as a plate for Yoongi when he came out. “Did you enjoy the movie last night?” Namjoon asked, cooing internally when he saw your ears perk up and eyes sparkle. “Yes! It was so fun! The songs were so pretty and I loved how Sandy had two different styles! They were both so nice~” You rambled on for a while about the movie, Namjoon added a few comments here and there, enjoying your enthusiasm.

Yoongi returned from his shower and made his own toast before joining the two of you at the table. After catching up on what you were discussing he questioned you, “Which style do you like best? Black and leather or pink and dressy?” You pouted your lips as you thought about it, “I think I’d like to be able to dress both ways! Just have the freedom to, to choose! When I was with Sir, I hardly ever wore anything, so I never got to try…” You trailed off, “Well then let’s have you try now! I have all the clothes I got for you yesterday in the living room, so if you’d like to try them on and show us, we’d love to see it!” Namjoon suggested.

You leapt up, “Really! You’d wanna see?” You exclaimed, “Yes, baby we wanna see.” Yoongi said, eyes widening when he realized what he’d called you, but your heart had swelled at the nickname and you squealed, digging through the bags to grab some things and rushing into Yoongis room to change. “I guess she likes nicknames!” Namjoon chuckled messing up Yoongis hair as the brown haired man hid his beet red face.

You returned to the living room to find both men sitting on the couch that they had, apparently, turned around so they could watch you better. You cleared your throat and walked forward, showing off the pink floral patterned dress with little puffed short sleeves and a tie at the front. The two men cooed at you and complimented the sweet little dress, you gave them a little twirl before walking back to choose a new outfit.

Your second look was some high waisted blue jeans with heart shaped back pockets and a cute black crop top with puffed quarter sleeves. This time you came out giggling, posing as you came towards them making all three of you laugh. You danced around and imitated the greasers, before heading into Yoongis room again. Namjoon and Yoongi were practically bursting at the way you were adapting, finally showing your true personality.

Next, you slid a light green t shirt dress with brown and orange stripes on it and pretended you were acting in a commercial as you came out. You knew a lot about tv, because Sir had often had it playing, so commercials, modelling and some sexy fashion shows, had made their way into your small bank of fun things to think about during your time there. You pulled some ridiculous high fashion poses as you strutted around the room, having more fun than you had ever had.

You continued to try on outfits and act silly, modeling and doing high fashion walks, or imitating grease characters or commercials. The pattern was now, dig through clothing, run into room and change, return to laugh and dance, then repeat.

Pulling on some black straight leg jeans with white stitching and a pink puffed sleeved wrap around top , you entered the living room dancing and pulling faces. You couldn’t believe all the clothing they had gotten for you, it was so much fun to try on and make outfits. You fell into their arms on the couch and kissed them each on the cheek. “Thank you so much!!” You cried holding them tightly and repeating your thanks while just enjoying the warm energy they gave you in return, Namjoon rubbing your back and Yoongi petting your ears.

~

“We should put all this stuff away now I guess.” Namjoon said looking at the mess of clothes that now covered most of the living room. Yoongi laughed and headed towards his room, “We’ve got to move my shit out first so Y/N can have her room!” You tilted your head, confused by his words, “I thought I was just sleeping in Yoongi’s room, by the bed or something…” You stated your eyes wide. “Silly girl!” Namjoon cooed ruffling your hair, “It’s your room now.” You’d never had anything that was ‘yours’ so you just stared at the two men in shock.

“Come on, lets get Yoongi’s 3 black shirts out of there!” Namjoon smirked walking towards the room with you trailing behind him. “Yah! I have more than 3 shirts! And they aren’t all black~” Yoongi whined coming into the room behind the two of you. “Whatever you say~” Namjoon singsonged back, moving to the closet doors and swinging them open.

Yoongi’s closet was huge, and like Namjoon had joked, mainly filled with black items, but he definitely had more than three shirts. “We should just move them straight into mine, hangers and all.” Namjoon suggested, pulling several hangers down at once, “I’ve got a box of spare hangers that we can use for Y/N in the storage cupboard let me go get them!” Yoongi said, leaving the room. “I’ll bring all the clothes in here! And then put them on hangers so they can go into the closet.” You said marching to the living room and scooping up a pile of clothing.

After several loads, you had successfully moved all the items into Yoongi’s room and grabbed the box of hangers Yoongi had brought, placing it on the bed next to the cloth mountain. You hopped up onto the bed as well and began to hang everything up nicely, while Namjoon and Yoongi went back and forth from this room to the next, moving his clothes over. You had started sorting the clothes as you hung them, laying them in piles beside you based on what kind of clothing they were.

When the two had finished Yoongi’s closet, they moved on to his random knick knacks and other belongings, while you cleaned away any dust before hanging everything up. Once that was done, you cleaned all the surfaces as the two men finished clearing them, and stripped the bedding off, then placed your new sheets on. When the bed was made, everything was finished, your room.

You sat on the bed and slowly laid back. You’ve never felt so relaxed and free in your life. Yoongi and Namjoon had been nothing but kind to you. You could feel your guard slowly slipping a bit around them. The two of them had bought you clothes, seemed genuinely happy as you tried them on, and given you a room to yourself. It all felt like a dream, you sighed contently. You were about to drift off when you heard Namjoon shout, “Do you want me to put your Grammy on my shelf or in the studio?” A bit curious you walked out to see them both walking into the so called studio. You followed them, but stood by the edge of the door peeking in.

You were amazed by what you saw. You’d been impressed with the size of the closet, but the studio was even more massive. Everything in here looked expensive and high tech. There were two different work stations set up, Yoongi stood organizing some stuff on one while Namjoon sat in a chair at the other. Both sides reflected each of them, but they also interconnected to create an interesting space. You gulped, you’d have to be careful not to break anything. You were about to tip toe away when Yoongi looked up and saw you.

“Y/N!” He strood towards you and grabbed your hand gently bringing you into the room. “I was going to show you our studio later, but what do you think?” You blushed at the contact and looked towards Namjoon who was smiling at you expectantly. “I-It looks so cool in here, I don’t really understand what all this is for…” Yoongi didn’t reply, just pulled you towards his chair and patted his lap. “Here, I’ll show you what it’s for.” You nodded and got comfortable in his lap, very aware of his hand now loosely wrapped around your waist. “Joonie, could I borrow your headphones? I left mine at bighit.” Namjoon laughed and walked over to you with his. “How many pairs do you have? Constantly leaving them there or vice versa.” He raised the headphones up, about to place them on your head.

You recoiled, hissing and jerking your head away. “What are you doing!?” Namjoon immediately put his hands up and took a step back. Trying to show you he meant no harm, while Yoongi tried to calm you down by rubbing your shoulder. “Little dove, it’s okay. I was only going to put the headphones on for you. I wasn’t going to hurt you.” You relaxed a bit and looked down as you whispered, “Sorry, I remembered when Sir put the collar on. I didn’t mean to react like that. What are headphones? I’ve never used them before.” Namjoon knelt down in front of you and grabbed your hand, “It’s okay, it was my fault. I should have told you what I was doing. These are a device you can use for listening to music. They block out other sounds and let you focus clearly.”

“Music?” You asked, pouting slightly. You felt silly for not knowing that. He nodded, “We want to show you what we do here. We create music,and want you to listen to some of our songs. Can I put them on now?” You looked into Namjoon’s delicate eyes and smiled. “Okay.” They both seemed thrilled as Namjoon placed them on you and started clicking away on a big TV looking screen that he explained was a computer. He told you to get ready and you did. Gazing at the screen intently and gasping when a beautiful melody filled your ears. A beautiful voice singing, So Far Away filled your ears soon joined by Yoongi's soulful voice. In general, his voice was deep and elegant, but hearing him rap was so different.

The song resonated with you strongly, everytime Yoongi said ‘dream’ it made you shiver. It ended too soon for your liking, both of them asking you how it was. You weren’t sure how to describe it, but you wanted Yoongi to know it was good. “I loved it, your voice is so smooth.” Yoongi stayed silent, you turned towards him wondering why. He was rubbing the back of his head with his right hand and looking away. Before you ask what was wrong, Namjoon laughed, “He gets shy about compliments. Yoon, play moonchild.” Another song started playing in your ears and you closed your eyes.

Namjoon’s melodious voice took you away as his rapping began. “Moonchild, don’t cry, when moon rises it’s your time” The chorus gripped you, his sorrowful yet uplifting lyrics making you almost tear up. Your little experience with music had been completely blown away by these two songs. You stared at Yoongi and Namjoon with a newfound respect. Such kind and talented men who were letting you stay with them. You couldn’t help, but to leapt up from your chair and latch yourself to Namjoon. “That was fantastic, Namjoon! I want to listen to more music, thank you both so much.” Namjoon was stunned, you’d never initiated contact with him before. He relaxed and wrapped his arms around you.

He looked over his shoulder to see Yoongi pouting. He didn’t want to be left out. Namjoon motioned for him to join and Yoongi gladly did. Hugging the both of you and relaxing around each other. You nuzzled into Namjoon’s neck and wrapped your tail around Yoongi's waist. Staying here, together with them was something you would never regret. No matter what happened.

~

Later that night you were safely tucked in your bed. After showing you their music, Namjoon had cooked dinner for everyone. You still couldn’t get over how they let you eat all you wanted. You had then retired to your bed. Your body was still recovering, so you exhausted easily. Namjoon and Yoongi had bid you goodnight a few minutes ago. You looked around the room, engulfed in darkness and frowned. This was your first night in your new room, but you were now reminded of how dark it was in Sir’s cell.

The room felt cramped as if the walls were closing in. You knew it was massive, but your fears got the best of you. You crept out of bed and slowly opened the door. Perhaps if you just left it open, it wouldn’t be so bad. The hallway light was always kept on at night, so it was brighter. Opening it up as wide as it could go you got back in bed. The light comforted you and the room felt opened again. It also felt closer to Namjoon and Yoongi’s room now. You imagined what it would be like to sleep with them. You hadn’t said anything, but you’ve never felt safer then when you were in Yoongi’s arms. Cuddling with both of them would make you sleep like a cub. Slowly relaxing at the thought, you let your eyes close as sleep took over.