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Genre: Poly!AU; Hybrid!AU; Fluff; Angst
Pairing: Hybrid BTS x Female!Reader; Human!Reader, Human!Namjoon, White Persian Cat!Seokjin, Siamese Cat!Yoongi, Border Collie!Hoseok, Calico Cat!Jimin, Australian Shepherd!Taehyung, Siberian Husky!Jungkook
Warning: Mentions of Abuse, Sexual Assault, Depression, Anxiety; Suggestions of Smut; Read with caution <3
Word Count: 1,204
I stared at my shirtless husband sleeping next to me, peaceful. The sun was just beginning to rise, the beams hitting my warm skin. I was also shirtless, having had a crazy night before. I laid on my stomach, messy hair framing my face.
Namjoon began to stir, making me smile. I brought my finger to his jaw, tracing it. I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before pulling away. A smile appeared on his face as he kept his eyes closed.
“I love waking up like this,” He said, his groggy voice music to my ears.
“And I love waking you up like that,” I replied, giving a small smile as I held myself up with my elbows. “Morning handsome.”
“Good morning beautiful,” He said, grabbing me and placing me on his chest. I chuckled, rolling my eyes.
“Well, aren’t you clingy this morning,” I said, smiling. I felt something stand up against my leg, making me roll my eyes again. “and horny.”
“What do you expect? I have a beautiful wife,” He whispered, leaning up and kissing my lips softly. There was a quiet knock at the door, the creak when it opens echoing in the room.
“Can we come in yet?” A voice asked, a small whine following.
“Of course, Tae,” Namjoon said, making him clap his hands. I rolled off of him, smiling as Tae ran over, his pajama pants the only thing he’s wearing. He crawled in on the other side of the bed, snuggling up to Namjoon and nuzzling his neck happily.
Taehyung was an Australian shepherd hybrid that Namjoon rescued a long time ago, even before we met. He had gray, fluffy ears that have black spots on it while his hair was a light brown, his tail but a nub in his back. Even if his tail is small, it goes so fast when he’s excited. His eyes are so beautiful, one brown and one a crystal blue. I’ve never seen a hybrid like him.
“Did you two have fun last night?” Tae asked, smirking.
“Why do you ask?” I replied, raising an eyebrow.
“You were both loud, and by my feeling,” He said, smirking. “Namjoon wants another round.” Tae’s ears were perked, small tail wagging under the blanket.
“You’re the worst,” Namjoon said, making me giggle. “Oh, this is funny to you?” His eyebrows raised, making me wiggle my own.
“Very,” I replied, smirking.
“That’s it,” He said, moving toward me. His fingers hit my side, wiggling around. I yelped in surprise, laughing at how ticklish I was.
“Joonie. Joonie! Stop it!” I shouted, laughing harder.
I felt another body crawl over me, pushing Namjoon away. This new body wiggled between Namjoon and I, wrapping his arm around my waist as he looked behind his shoulder, giving a light hiss to Namjoon. He was over the covers, so Namjoon couldn’t grab me again.
“My hero,” I said, ruffling in between his ears. “Thank you, Yoongi.”
“You’re welcome,” He mumbled, burying his face into my chest, licking my collar bone.
Yoongi is a Siamese cat hybrid that my family adopted when I was a little girl. We’ve been inseparable since then, even if he was the family hybrid, but when it was time for me to go to college and move out, Yoongi and I insisted that we stay together. He has dark black hair with lighter black, pointy ears, a straight tail that goes from a whitish brown to a black tip. Unlike many Siamese cats, he has brown eyes, while I’ve seen many with blue. I preferred his brown eyes, though.
“Yoongi, I was just playing,” Namjoon said, chuckling. He leaned in, pecking the back of his head, Taehyung beginning to pout.
“What about me?” He pouted, making me giggle.
“Oh, Tae,” Namjoon sighed, leaning over and pecking his lips. “Happy?”
“Very,” He replied, jumping out of bed and tugging his arm. “Let’s go to the shelter, I want to see Hoseok!”
“Alright, alright,” I said, trying to get up, but Yoongi growled lightly, holding tighter. “Yoongi, we have to go. The others are probably hungry.”
“I don’t want you to leave,” He said, looking up and pouting.
“Yoongi, why don’t you come with us?” Namjoon said, standing up and going to the dresser, pulling out a pair of boxers and putting them on. “We have a bed for you in the office, you can nap there while having us near?”
“I don’t want to,” He said, finally letting me go and scowling. I stood up, going to the dresser and pecking Namjoon’s lips before putting on my underwear and bra. “The hybrids don’t like me.”
“I like you,” Taehyung said, walking over and licking his neck, causing Yoongi’s tail to twitch, a small purr sounding through his throat.
“See, Tae likes you,” I said, Namjoon and I beginning to get dressed.
“Taehyung is different,” Yoongi grumbled. “Plus, he likes everyone.”
“Well, Hoseok likes you,” I replied, raising an eyebrow. “You just don’t give him a chance.”
“He’s loud….” Yoongi said, biting his lip.
“Yoongi, it’s up to you,” Namjoon said, throwing on a t-shirt. “I know we’d love to have you.”
“Fine,” Yoongi growled, standing up.
“Yay!” Taehyung cheered, gripping his arm to take him to change. I chuckled, a pair of arms wrapping around me, making me lean into the embrace.
“How did we get so lucky?” He whispered into my ear, making me shrug and smile.
We arrived at the Shelter Namjoon and I owned. We brought all of the hybrids to the cafeteria and began to feed them breakfast, with the help of Taehyung of course. A few more workers would come in later, who help us with laundry and cleaning and spending quality time with each hybrid.
Namjoon and I handle all of the adoptions, making sure each hybrid is a good fit and the owners are even allowed to own them. Unfortunately, it’s common for hybrids to be abused or sexually assaulted, but after the Hybrid Pact was passed, it is illegal to do any of that.
It was right before lunch as I made my rounds, checking up on all the hybrids. We had everything, from domestics to exotics. Cats, dogs, tigers, wolves, even some more aquatic hybrids. On average, they’d stay with us for maybe a month or two before getting adopted.
I reached the door to a border collie hybrid, named Hoseok. He’s the one we’ve had the longest, for six months. He’d very excitable and loud, and I guess people don’t really like that. It broke my heart, but Taehyung became best friends with him, and I’ve gotten pretty close too.
“Hi, Hoseok,” I said, walking in. His fluffy black tail with a white tip began to wag as he got up, running over and hugging me. His black floppy ears were perked with excitement, his black hair shinning.
“I missed you!” He said, eyes bright.
“I missed you too, buddy!” I replied, chuckling. “I’m here to check up on you and take you to the play room.”
“Is Tae here?” He asked, excited.
“Yeah, he’s excited to see you,” I replied, smiling softly. “Come on, I’ll take you to him.”