The Hybrid House

by Slaymamas04

Summary:

Hired as a live-in caretaker, you expect chores and quiet company-not 8 hybrids with sharp instincts and sharper personalities. some welcome you with warmth, others with suspicion, but under one roof, trust isn't easily earned. and as bonds begin to form, you discover the hardest past of the job isn't keeping the peace-it's protecting your heart.

Chapter 1: Hey Y'all

Hey everyone! this is my first time posting on AO3 so sorry in advance for any formatting errors, I'm new to this. 

 

This is also my first hybrid story. These types are my favourite to read so i thought i would give it a try writing my own. this isn't my first fan fic just first of this category! 

(I would love any suggestions on good OT8 hybrid stories to read!)

 

please be kind in the comments but i am open to any constructive criticism! Also, i have a slight idea where i want this story to go in the long run but as of right now I'm just going with the flow and with your guy's thoughts and opinions in the comments! so if you would like to see anything specific happen with any of the boys please feel free to leave it in the comments and i will take note of it! 

 

Lastly, I don't have a set updating schedule seeing as I'm in college and don't know how much free time this new semester will give me but I will try to do my best with speedy updates! if a chapter is taking too long comment something like "hey you forget us??" and I'll try to post asap!

 

I hope you guys like this story! 

 

Love, A 

Chapter 2: Chapter 1

Summary:

Hired as a live-in caretaker, you expect chores and quiet company-not 8 hybrids with sharp instincts and sharper personalities. some welcome you with warmth, others with suspicion, but under one roof, trust isn't easily earned. and as bonds begin to form, you discover the hardest past of the job isn't keeping the peace-it's protecting your heart.

The taxi slowed to a stop in front of a pale-brick building tucked behind leafy hedges and an iron gate. It didn't look much different from the other hybrid houses on the street and scattered around the city, but your pulse still quickened as the driver unloaded your belonging inside the open gate.

 

This was it-your first day as a live-in companion for hybrids. You had only half-heartedly applied to this position in an attempt to move out of your family home. Not that it was a bad living arrangement, you loved your parents, but you needed to be on your own. Being 25 meant you had to learn to support yourself - well, yourself with eight strangers. The job description seemed easy enough, cooking, cleaning, making sure the hybrids were cared for and had someone to accompany them to all their appointments. You, however, made up your mind about not being a boring caregiver, you wanted to be a friend to these boys, someone for them to look up to - seeing as they call themselves "Stray Kids" you had assumed they were young boys. 

 

Once the Taxi driver pulled away and you were left standing outside by yourself the realization hit you that you were not only in charge of yourself but eight younger boys all by yourself. 

"what am I getting myself into," you mumbled as you tugged the strap of your bag higher onto your shoulder, repeating the words from the orientation in your head: Cook. Clean. Offer companionship. Maintain peace within the household. It sounded simple enough, but the manager's warning still lingered in your ears-

"Hybrids can be... complicated. Some are affectionate, some are territorial. They'll test your patience. Don't forget-they're not pets. They're people, and they're under your care." 

 

You swallowed. No pressure. 

 

The front door opened before you could even step forward. A boy with floppy blond hair bounded onto the porch, bunny ears poking through his hood and twitching with excitement. "You're here!" His voice was surprisingly deep yet eager, and before you could respond he bolted down the steps and wrapped his arms around you. 

 

"Uh- hi?" you laughed nervously, balancing against your suitcase. This boy was much older than you had expected, he was at least in his early-mid twenties.

 

Said boy pulled back just enough to beam at you, freckles bright across his cheeks. "You smell nice. Like strawberries. I'm Felix."

 

"Felix." A sharp voice cut across the yard. A tall boy stepped into the doorway, his sleek cat ears twitching, tail flicking with agitation. "Do you mind?" his narrowed eyes locked on you, unblinking, and there was nothing welcoming about them. "You don't even know her."

 

"She's gonna live with us," Felix protested, hugging you tighter. "Why wouldn't I be happy?" The cat hybrid's lip curled, "Because she's a stranger. And strangers don't last here." clearly these boys have had multiple caregivers try and fail to join their household. You wanted to be the outlier, the different one, the one they could count on to stay with them no matter what. You were determined to be these boy's rock. You didn't go to the Hybrid Support and Rescue program in college for nothing.

 

You opened your mouth to express these thoughts, but another figure appeared, broad-shouldered and steady, with wolf ears standing tall on his head. He gave Felix a look that was half reprimand, half fond, and the bunny-that you now know is Felix- finally let you out of his bone crushing hug. 

 

"Sorry about that," the wolf said, stepping down the front steps closer to the two of you. his voice was calm, warm but careful. "I'm Chan. I'm... I keep the place together. You must be our newest caretaker." Newest just how many people failed these boys. The look on the cat's face showed how untrusting he was and rightfully so if time after time they opened up just for someone to leave them. It all made sense why the manager said it would be hard for them to open up. But you were always up for a challenge.

 

You shook his hand. His grip was firm, steady, though you notice the subtle flick of his tail-guarded. "I'm not a fan of the term 'caretaker', I see myself more as a friend or emotional support human" You had tried to lighten the mood with a little joke but it only got you a scoff from the cat. 

 

Before Chan could respond, the others began to emerge behind him from the open front door. 

 

A boy with round bear ears lumbered down the stairs, dark hair mussed like he'd just woken up. He looked intimidating for half a second, until he yawned and rubbed his eyes. "Changbin", he said simply, his voice also deeper than expected but carrying a shy edge.

 

Then, without warning, something darted past him-tall, lanky, with restless energy practically vibrating in the air. The ferret hybrid. He circled you once, head cocked, then leaned in far too close to snatch the pen and notebook sticking out of the bag on your shoulder. He tapped the pen on the hard cover of the small book with a sly grin. "What's this? A diary? You gonna write down all our secrets?" 

 

"Give it back," you said, trying to keep your tone calm. 

 

"Or what?" His grin widened. Mischief danced in his eyes, but there was an edge there too, something testing. 

 

Before you could reply, a blur of motion nearly bowled into him. A squirrel-tailed boy stumbled in, arms full of snack bags the spilled across the floor. "Hyung, quit scaring her!" He squeaked, crouching down to gather his mess. He thrusted a granola bar toward you without looking up. "For you." You accepted it with a soft smile. 

 

Throughout all the commotion, you hadn't noticed Chan and Changbin taking some of your bags up and into the front door. You watched as Chan took the last one and your eyes landed on yet another boy leaning against the doorframe where the cat previously was standing but now was nowhere to be seen. Dog ears pricked forward, sharp eyes studying you with thinly veiled skepticism. "So you're the newest victim they sent, huh? just a matter of time before you're walking back out the door." His tone was dry, bordering on rude as he crossed his arms. 

 

"I haven't even stepped through the door yet." You placed a hand on your hip and cocked your head in a sassy manner. This earned a soft snicker from the ferret as he sauntered back inside, your notebook still in hand. A bright orange figure caught your eye as it slipped around the corner of the house. 

 

"That's I.N," Said Felix who remained at your side this whole time. "He's not a big fan of new people so don't take offence to him always being in his animal form around you."

 

You smiled at the sweet boy and nodded. "I would write that down but someone took my notebook." Felix laughed. You could tell Felix was a good distraction from the other 7 pairs of eyes that were watching your every move. Some in a warm way but most in a mischievous and cold manner. 

 

The bag on your shoulder was suddenly lifted off you as Changbin took it and headed towards the house. Chan cleared his throat making you turn towards him. "Come inside. We'll... Try not to scare you off" The others that lingered outside-the squirrel, fox and dog- followed Chan back inside. A pit started to form in your stomach and the soft smile you had soon faded. 

 

But when Felix tugged on your sleeve with that radiant bunny smile, you couldn't help thinking-maybe, just maybe- you'd be the one to change the attitude of these boys and show them you're truly here for them. 

Notes:

Hey guys! First chapter!! I hope you like it!

I'm not really into storied that take a long time to introduce all of the charters because i know it sucks having to wait so many chapters for your bias to be seen! so I thought i would introduce them all in the first chapter, seeing as if they already live together and know each other and the reader is the newbie.

please comment your thoughts and opinions! i cant wait to hear it all!

Love, A!

Chapter 3: Chapter 2

Dragging your suitcase up the narrow stairs was harder than you expected, especially with eight pairs of eyes following your every move. Some looked curious, others outright skeptical. The only one who actually offered to help was Felix, who immediately tried to grab the handle before Chan gently pulled him back with a murmured, “Let her settle in first, mate.”

 

You huffed. An extra set of hands-or even paws- would have really helped. You only packed a fraction of all your clothes and belongings but you still had 2 big suitcases, a backpack and a duffle bag. Yet you were able to get it all up in one trip, granted you were a little winded by the time you were in the upstairs hallway.

 

The house smelled lived-in—warm, faintly like detergent and spices, but also… distinct. Animalistic undertones lingered in the air, sharper around the hybrids. It wasn’t unpleasant, just overwhelming, like stepping into a forest where everything was alive and watching.

 

Your assigned room was small but bright, tucked at the end of the hall. A bed, a desk, a dresser. Simple. Safe. You smiled as you walked over to the big bay window that faced the back year. The house backed up into a small forest, not something you’ll find the Blair Witch in but definitely some nice scenery. You exhaled in relief, only to turn and realize the ferret was leaning against the doorframe, twirling your pen again like he’d claimed it for himself.

 

“You’re not gonna last long so don’t bother unpacking.”he taunted, eyes glinting.

 

You crossed your arms. “You may be used to people giving up on you guys but I won’t continue that pattern.” Your words came out a little harsher than you expected but in your defence you were dropped off at 8 am without having anything to eat. God forbid a girl gets hangry. “And where is my notebook? I would like that back.”

 

Shrugging, his grin widened, sharp and amused. “We’ll see how long you last.” He walked off into the hallway not even acknowledging your lost book.

 

Before you could shout something sassy back at him, a thud echoed from downstairs, followed by a distressed squeak. You hurried down to find a bag of flour exploded across the kitchen floor, the squirrel was buried in a cloud of white powder while Changbin tried (and failed) to sweep with a towel.

 

“I was just trying to make pancakes!” The boy’s squirrel tail puffed out in panic, twitching erratically. “The bag slipped, I swear—”

 

“You’re useless in the kitchen,” The dog muttered from the table, scrolling on his phone without looking up. His ears flicked once, unimpressed.

 

“Better than you!” The squirrel snapped, voice cracking. “At least I try !” The pouty look on his face made your heart clench. Such a sweet looking boy should never be that sad.

 

Chan’s sigh carried the weight of someone used to this routine. “That’s enough. Minho and I will make breakfast for everyone. Jisung, go clean up and try not to track too much flour around the house while you do so please.” Chan’s stressed out face only made Jisung’s -finally a name that wasn’t The Squirrel- frown deepen.

 

“I didn’t mean to-“ Jisung was cut off by Chan raising his hand. You had to step in before this scene made you even sadder.

 

“How about I cook us breakfast while you all watch tv. Thats what I’m here for anyways. And don’t worry about the mess Jisung. Flour is easy to clean up!” You smiled brightly at him which seemed to make him feel a little better.

 

The cat scoffed at his place by the kitchen island. He was leaning against, shaking his head. “And who said you could cook better than Chan and i?”

 

“Ah so you’re Minho. Glad i wont have to call you ‘The Cat’.” You smirked and crossed your arms. “So! We have Chan, Minho,” you dragged out the last syllable of his name and it pleased you to see how much it bothered him. “Jisung, Felix, Changbin and I.N” you clapped happily which made Jisung smile. Minho rolled his eyes and mumbled a soft ‘whatever’ before being softly hit in the shoulder by Chan as he walked out of the kitchen with a messy Jisung and Changbin behind him.

 

Now it was time for your first real test.

 

The fridge was well-stocked, though half the items were shoved in carelessly, tails of bread hanging open and vegetables left half-wrapped. You rolled up your sleeves and started pulling things together, ignoring the skeptical glance Minho shot you from where he was now sat at the island, tail flicking lazily.

 

“You can cook?” he asked flatly, as if the very idea was unbelievable.

 

You cracked an egg into the pan, smiling tightly. “I wouldn’t have been hired if I couldn’t.”

 

“Doesn’t mean you’ll be any good,” he muttered, ears twitching.

 

Felix hopped up and sat on the island beside him, nudging his shoulder. “Don’t be mean, hyung. I bet it’ll be great!” His bunny ears perked happily in your direction, and you couldn’t help but relax just a little.

 

To your relief, the pancakes came out golden and fluffy, filling the kitchen with a sweet warmth. Felix made an approving noise after the first bite, tail thumping lightly against the chair. Even Changbin brightened, though he tried to hide it with a gruff, “Not bad.”

 

Only the dog and Minho remained unmoved. The dog took one bite and shrugged. “Edible.” Minho didn’t even touch his plate, just pushed it forward and got up without a word.

 

Your chest tightened, but before disappointment could settle in, Chan caught your eye. He gave you a small, reassuring nod, and you realized his tail had stopped its restless flicking.

 

Not everyone was convinced—but it was only day one.

Notes:

Already solving some problems! Y/N is a rockstar huh?

ALSO! Can’t believe so many of you already found this story?! Like i said before im new to this so what is a Kudo and hit ? lol apparently i already have 8 kudos and 25 hits. Is that good? I only posted this book today so i think thats pretty good..?

Anyways! I would love to hear any feedback in the comments!

Love, A!

Chapter 4: Chapter 3

After breakfast the boys (mainly Felix) agreed to give you space to unpack. This took a little over 2 hours since you also decided to rearrange your room just a bit. Sitting down at your new bay window you took a deep breath to help collect your racing thoughts.

 

“Now would be the perfect time to journal.” You huffed out annoyed. That is exactly what you would be doing if it wasn’t for the ferrets sticky fingers.

 

You glanced at the digital clock on your bedside table. Seeing as it was now 11 you signed softly, it was almost time for you to start preparing for lunch. Cooking was something you enjoyed but cooking for 9 people took a lot longer than you thought it would.

 

Deciding to go interact with the boys more you heading down the narrow staircase. Thank god for the railing or else you would have be sent tumbling down the stairs as a black cat raced up them, tripping you as he did so.

 

You let out a soft distressed cry which must have alerted the others because soon enough a wolf head peaked around the corner at you.

 

“Minho almost killed me.” You pouted as you continued down the steps. Chan let out a low growl once you stood in front of him which made you step back, not wanting to invade his personal space.

 

“Hyung, don’t,” Said the deep voice you were already getting drawn to. You could see Felix being your safe space. He was the only one to really welcome you, besides Jisung shoving a snack in your hand earlier. You turned to Felix and smiled softly but he still caught the slight disappointment in your eyes.

 

“It’s okay, Felix. Maybe i got too close and he didn’t like that.” You shrugged. You weren’t used to people not liking you. You definitely weren’t popular in school but you had no troubles making friends.

 

Felix frowned and shook his head, “No, he’s just-“ another growl cut him off before the sound of paws on hardwood could be heard with Chan walking away.

 

To cheer you up Felix insisted on giving you the grand tour, tugging you down the hall like an eager younger brother despite being just about your age. “This is the living room!” he announced proudly, ears perked tall as he threw his arms out. You appreciate how easily it was for him to become bubbly again after an intense moment.

 

The room looked lived-in, to say the least. A massive sectional couch took up most of the space, piled with mismatched pillows and a half-dozen blankets. Game controllers tangled like vines across the coffee table, and snack wrappers sat forgotten on the cushions. It wasn’t messy so much as… well, comfortably chaotic.

 

“It’s basically our nest,” Felix explained cheerfully. “We crash here after long days, play games, watch movies, nap—”

 

“Fight,” a dry voice cut in.

 

You turned just in time to see Jisung perched at one end of the couch, cheeks puffed with chips. Breakfast was just a couple hours ago, how could this boy be eating again? His bushy squirrel tail twitched back and forth as he pointed an accusing finger toward the boy sprawled across the opposite armrest.

 

“Hyunjin cheats at games,” Jisung declared through a mouthful of crumbs.

 

“I don’t cheat,” the ferret, now Hyunjin drawled, draped over the couch like it belonged to him. His ferret tail hung lazily against the cushions, swishing back and forth. “I win.”

 

“You hid the controller!” Jisung shot back, annoyed.

 

“Strategic advantage,” Hyunjin said smoothly, flashing a grin that only sharpened when his gaze flicked to you. “You should probably stick to watching, newbie. Don’t want to embarrass yourself on your first day.”

 

Your lips curved in a polite but pointed smile. “I think I can hold my own.”

 

That earned you a spark of mischief in his eyes, like he’d just decided you were his new favorite target.

 

Before he could make another jab, Felix tugged at your sleeve again. “Come on! Bedrooms next!”

 

The hallway felt narrower with the weight of eyes on your back. The dog trailed a few steps behind, arms crossed tight, gaze sharp and unrelenting. He hadn’t said a single word since the tour started, but his silence spoke louder than anything else—measured, suspicious, like he was cataloguing every move you made.

 

You passed a closed door and were about to ask whose it was when a voice snapped from inside. “Rule number one: don’t touch anything that isn’t yours. Rule number two: stay out of my room.”

 

You blinked, startled by the abruptness. “Okay then,” you muttered under your breath.

 

Felix gave you a nervous laugh and an apologetic shrug. “That’s Minho-hyung. He, um… takes a while to warm up.”

 

“Or never,” came the dog’s dry addition.

 

You turned to him. “So he’s the house’s resident grump?”

 

For just a second, the dog’s lips twitched before he smoothed his expression back into cool indifference. “Better a grump than someone pretending to be friendly. Rule number three: don’t think smiling at us will make us trust you. We’ve seen people like you before.”

 

You stopped in your tracks and met his eyes evenly. “Maybe. But you haven’t seen me before.”

 

Something flickered in his gaze—surprise, irritation, maybe even respect—before he looked away with a soft scoff, ears flicking.

 

Felix shot you a thumbs-up like you’d just survived a boss battle.

 

The sunroom at the end of the hall glowed golden with afternoon light. That’s where you spotted him: a compact figure curled in the corner, brilliant orange fur glowing almost fiery against the pale floorboards. I.N. His fox tail was wrapped snugly around him, ears twitching faintly as his nose lifted to the air, catching your scent.

 

You crouched slightly, careful not to approach too close. “I’ll give you space, you come to me when you’re ready.” you murmured softly, not expecting a response.

 

The fox didn’t move, but his ears swiveled toward you, and his tail gave the faintest flick. It wasn’t an invitation, not yet—but it wasn’t rejection either.

 

Felix’s smile stretched wide. “That’s practically a warm welcome, coming from him.”

 

The rest of the tour blurred by in fragments—the laundry room, the shared bathrooms, a storage closet stuffed with more cleaning supplies than seemed necessary. By the time you reached your own door, your head spun with unspoken rules and prickly personalities. Some boys curious, some playful, and at least two dead set on keeping you at arm’s length.

 

You leaned against the closed door with a sigh, rubbing your temples. You were already learning that this job wasn’t going to be about chores or schedules—it was about finding cracks in walls that had been built long before you arrived.

 

A soft knock startled you. To your surprise, Chan was behind the door, arms folded loosely across his chest, wolf ears pricked forward. His gaze was steady, not unkind, but weighted with something you couldn’t name.

 

“Sorry,” he said quietly. “I shouldn’t have growled at you. It wasn’t really about you… It was about the ones who left.”

 

Your chest tightened. You nodded slowly. “I’m not planning on leaving.”

 

His eyes lingered on you, searching, almost as if he could hear the steady thrum of your heartbeat. “Good,” he said finally. A small, almost approving nod. “We’ll see if you mean it.”

 

Then he pushed off the wall and walked away, leaving the air charged and your pulse unsteady.

 

You exhaled, alone again in your new room. One thing was clear—you weren’t just here to cook or clean. You were here to prove you wouldn’t break the way others had.

 

And hopefully, to prove you belonged.

Notes:

I have a question for all of you beautiful people! How do you prefer to read a story? First person, third person, a narrator kinda vibe? I’ve read some using ‘I’, ‘Y/N’ but mainly I’ve seen them as ‘You’. So just lmk how yall prefer it to be, i dont mind changing things up!

I have some exciting news! I found out that some of the classes i took from a previous program at school will transfer over into my new program so i can drop a couple classes. I’ll be going from 7 to 5 so hopefully I’ll have more time to write!

 

Anyways! Hope you enjoy this chapter and have a great rest of your day!

Love, A

Chapter 5: Chapter 4

It had been a week.

 

Seven days of slammed doors, sarcastic quips, suspicious glares, and exactly one bunny hug every morning like clockwork. You were learning the house’s rhythm: Felix’s relentless cheer, Han’s sugar-fueled chaos, Hyunjin’s shameless need to push every button you had, Seungmin’s unnerving silences, and Minho’s sharp-edged watchfulness.

 

Even Chan—steady, calm, forever the peacemaker between the boys—kept you at a careful distance, though his presence was the one thing that stopped the whole place from unraveling.

 

Still, you hadn’t packed your bags. You hadn’t quit.

And that, apparently, was surprising enough to all of them.

 

---

 

There were 3 bathrooms in the house. One on the main floor, and two on the second floor; one in the middle of the hallway and one attached to Chan’s room with a second entrance at the end of the hallway.

 

The boys agreed (some more than others) to let you have the one on the second floor all to yourself while you adjusted to living with 8 guys. Once you were more comfortable a couple others would move there things back into it.

 

The bathroom was supposed to be your sanctuary. Or at least the place you could brush your teeth in peace.

 

That hope died the second you pushed open the door and found Hyunjin sprawled across the counter like it was his personal throne. His ferret tail dangled lazily over the edge, swinging back and forth in slow arcs.

 

He twirled your comb between his fingers, glanced at your reflection in the mirror, and smirked.

“You look flustered.” His eyes flicked down to the towel over your shoulder. “Cute.”

 

Your jaw dropped. “Are you insane? This is my bathroom!”

 

“Relax.” He ran the comb through his hair with deliberate slowness. “I’m not doing anything… yet.”

 

Your pulse spiked. Hyunjin had spent the entire week circling you like a cat around a cornered mouse, pushing boundaries just to see when you’d snap. You were starting to suspect he enjoyed watching you unravel.

 

“Get. Out.”

 

“Or what?” His grin widened, sharp as teeth.

 

Before you could throttle him with your towel, a voice sliced through the hallway.

“Hyunjin.”

 

Minho filled the doorway, his presence sharp enough to cut the air in two. His cat ears were angled back, tail lashing once in warning. “What did I say about respect?”

 

Hyunjin clicked his tongue, tossing the comb onto the counter. “Relax, hyung. I didn’t touch her.”

 

“That’s not the point.” Minho gaze was ice-cold. “You don’t push people just to see where they’ll break.”

 

The standoff stretched until your skin prickled. Then Hyunjin scoffed, slinking out past you, muttering something that sounded like boring.

 

Minho didn’t move. His eyes cut back to you.

“Don’t thank me,” he said evenly, just as you opened your mouth to say those exact words. “I’m not your protector. If you can’t stand your ground in this house, you don’t belong here.”

 

And just like that, he was gone, leaving you clutching your towel and wondering if he actually hated you—or if this was his twisted way of testing you, too.

 

---

 

The kitchen was quieter that evening, the kind of quiet that made you tiptoe even though you had every right to be there. Felix was humming while washing dishes, Jisung was digging in the pantry looking for an evening snack, and I.N lay curled in his fox form by the fridge, chest rising and falling steadily.

 

You reached for a glass from the cabinet, acutely aware of Seungmin’s gaze following you from the table. He hadn’t moved a muscle since you walked in—book open, one elbow propped against the table, eyes unreadable.

 

Finally, he spoke. “You’re still here.”

 

You turned, water sloshing in the glass. “Wasn’t planning on leaving.”

 

Seungmin’s ears twitched, the barest hint of amusement flickering across his face. “Most don’t last a week.”

 

“Well,” you said, forcing your voice steady, “I’m not most people.”

 

For a moment, silence stretched between you. Then Seungmin closed his book with a soft snap and stood, brushing past you toward the hallway. The faint brush of his tail against your arm was probably an accident. Probably.

 

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Later that night, you collapsed on the couch with your planner in your lap, scribbling notes for the week ahead. The house was finally quiet, save for Felix’s soft laughter drifting from the kitchen and Jisung’s occasional squeak when something clattered to the floor. That seemed to be their favourite room of the house.

 

You didn’t notice Chan until his shadow fell across your notes.

 

“You’re handling it better than I thought,” he said, his tone calm but weighted.

 

Your head tilted up. “Is that… high praise?”

 

The corner of his mouth twitched, almost a smile. Almost. His wolf ears shifted forward, then back, betraying more emotion than his voice ever would.

“They’re testing you,” he said, tapping his fingers absently against the couch. “Some mean well. Some don’t. But if you can’t push back…” His eyes caught yours, steady and unflinching. “They’ll eat you alive.”

 

A shiver slid down your spine—not fear, but the weight of being seen. Really seen.

 

You swallowed. “Then I’ll push back harder.”

 

Something softened in his expression, just enough to feel like approval. “Good.”

 

And then, as if the moment hadn’t happened, he turned and walked away.

 

---

 

You were almost asleep when a knock tapped against your bedroom door. Blinking blearily, you cracked it open to find Felix standing there with a Tupperware container in his hands. His bunny ears perked the second you appeared.

 

“Hey,” he whispered, like it was a secret between you. “Made brownies. Thought you could use one.”

 

You laughed softly, taking the container. “You’re too good for me, you know that?”

 

Felix beamed, freckles glowing in the low light. “Nah. Just… figured you deserved something nice after surviving them for a week.”

 

The warmth that spread through your chest had nothing to do with the brownies.

 

---

 

Back in bed, you lay awake long after the house went quiet, replaying the past week in your head: Hyunjin’s smirk, Minho’s cold warning, Seungmin’s sharp words, Chan’s steady gaze, Felix’s quiet kindness.

 

You’d survived the first week.

But surviving wasn’t the same as belonging.

 

And belonging, you were starting to realize, might be the hardest fight of all. 

Notes:

Elloooo :)

I hope yall don’t mind the little time skip. I tried not to make it a significant amount of time, not much would happen the first week. But now that the boys are somewhat used to her presence more things will happen! I can’t wait for you guys to see and give feed back!

It’s made me so happy reading all the comments you guys have left so far and all the positive things you have to say even tho I’m just starting.😅

Much love, A

Chapter 6: Chapter 5

The afternoon was dull and gray, the kind of day that made the city seem quieter than usual. Clouds sagged low in the sky, heavy with unspent rain, and a light drizzle tapped lazily against the wide kitchen windows. It wasn’t enough to be dramatic—just enough to cancel your plans of grocery shopping. That could wait another day or two.

 

You glanced up from the cutting board, the rhythm of the knife steady as you chopped vegetables. The soft sound of rain filled the silence, calming and gentle, like the world had slowed down.

 

Felix hopped up onto the counter beside you with a little bounce. His soft ears twitching as he pulled one knee up to his chest and rested his chin. His fluffy tail wiggled softly as he spoke. “Rainy days are kind of… boring, huh?”

 

“You could always help me cook,” you suggested, though your tone carried more amusement than actual expectation.

 

Felix perked up. “Cook? Will I get to taste everything?”

 

“Of course.” You passed him a carrot stick, and his entire face lit up as he nibbled it, nose twitching. The sight made you laugh under your breath.

 

One by one, the rest of the boys filtered into the kitchen, pulled in by the aroma of dinner. Minho was the first to sit down, arms crossed and expression unreadable, though his tail gave away his faint irritation with its constant flicking. Hyunjin couldn’t seem to stand still, circling the kitchen like a restless ferret, occasionally poking at ingredients just to see if you’d notice.

 

Jisung popped in and out, his cheeks bulging with little stolen snacks until Chan finally scolded him: “You’re going to ruin your dinner, Ji.”

 

Changbin entered with his usual gruff grunt, pulling out a chair without ceremony, while I.N padded quietly behind, ears swiveling toward every sound, fox tail swaying with each step.

 

“Dinner’s almost ready,” you announced, wiping your hands on a towel. “Everyone set the table, please.”

 

That request, of course, sparked a wave of half-hearted grumbling and chaotic attempts at teamwork. Hyunjin and Jisung bickered over which side the spoons belonged on, Felix nearly knocked over an entire stack of bowls in his eagerness, and Minho’s sharp comments cut through the noise like little knives. You had to laugh—it was messy, but it was theirs.

 

When they finally sat down, the warm scent of food filled the space. For a moment, even with the drizzle pattering outside, the house felt alive, bright with the simple comfort of eating together. There were small bursts of conversation, some teasing, some quieter: Hyunjin mocking Felix for spilling sauce, Changbin grumbling but eating heartily. I.N, who wasn’t a fan of eating at the table sat quietly observing in his fox form. Minho stayed sharp-tongued, but his plate was clean by the end.

 

Dinner wound down, dishes were cleared, and the boys disappeared into their rooms one by one. The house fell quiet again, save for the steady rain outside. You tidied the kitchen and finally headed to bed yourself, falling asleep to the lull of raindrops on the windows.

 

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A crack of thunder split the night. You woke with a start, heart thudding in your chest. For a moment you stayed still, listening—the rain had become heavier, sheets of water hammering against the house. Lightning flashed, briefly painting your room white.

 

Groaning softly, you slid out of bed. Your throat was dry, so you padded barefoot toward the kitchen. The storm was loud enough to drown out most other sounds, and you wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to shake the drowsiness.

 

But when you reached the doorway, you froze.

 

Felix stood in the middle of the kitchen, clutching a small flashlight so tightly his knuckles were pale. His bunny ears were pressed flat against his head, tail twitching crazily behind him. The dim glow from the flashlight trembled with his shaking hands, casting jittery shadows across the walls.

 

“Felix?” Your voice was low, careful. “What are you doing up?”

 

He jumped at the sound, eyes darting toward you. His voice wobbled when he spoke. “The… the power’s gonna go out. And then my nightlight’ll turn off… and it’ll be dark… I don’t like the dark.” His words tumbled out in a rush, broken by tremors.

 

You stepped closer slowly, keeping your voice calm. “The power’s still on, see? The fridge light’s still glowing. And I bet your  nightlight’s still plugged in upstairs. You’re not in the dark.”

 

But he shook harder, ears twitching with every rumble of thunder. “I can’t—storms are too loud. And if it goes dark, I… I’ll get lost.” His voice cracked on the last word, raw and small.

 

Gently, you reached out and cupped his trembling hands, easing the flashlight away. “You don’t have to go through it alone. I’ll stay with you.”

 

At first, he hesitated, stiff and wide-eyed, but then he stepped forward, collapsing against you with a shudder. His whole body trembled, every thunderclap making his ears flick. You wrapped your arms around him tightly, rubbing soothing circles along his back.

 

“You’re safe,” you murmured, tilting your head so your voice was near his ear. “I’ve got you, bunny. I won’t let anything happen.”

 

Slowly, his trembling eased. He peeked up at you, his freckles faintly visible even in the low light, and whispered, “You really mean that?”

 

“Of course.” You smiled gently. “You’re braver than you think, Felix. Even when you’re scared, you’re still trying. That’s what makes you brave.”

 

His eyes widened, a faint blush creeping into his cheeks. “Brave…” he repeated softly, as though testing the word.

 

You guided him back to your room, flipping on a soft lamp so the shadows wouldn’t seem so big. He crawled under the blanket without hesitation, ears still twitching with every roll of thunder. You sat beside him, brushing a hand through his hair until his trembling finally stilled.

 

“I don’t like the storm,” he admitted, curling closer. “Or the dark. The dark’s worse.”

 

“Then we’ll keep the light on,” you promised. “I’ll stay right here until you fall asleep.”

 

His ears seemed to relax just a bit, his breathing evening out as he finally let himself relax against you. A faint smile tugged at his lips. “No one’s ever stayed with me before… not when I was this scared.”

 

You smoothed his hair, feeling something soften in your chest. “Well, you’ve got me now. And I’m not going anywhere.” You heard a soft “thank you, noona” which made your heart swell.

 

The storm raged outside, thunder rolling, rain hammering the glass. But inside your room, Felix finally slept peacefully, curled against you with the soft lamplight keeping the dark at bay. And as you watched him breathe evenly, you realized it wasn’t just storms he was afraid of—it was the thought of facing them alone.

 

Tonight, though, he didn’t have to.

Notes:

You guys are so cute!! I woke up to your sweet comments and it made me so happy! As a thank you I’m going to post two chapters today! We got our bounding moment with Felix, who do you think will be next??

I’ll post the next chapter when I’m back from work.

Love, A😊

Chapter 7: Chapter 6

Another week had passed , and things were… calmer. At least, calmer compared to your first day when eight pairs of suspicious, mischievous, and curious eyes seemed to watch your every move.

 

They still tested you—Hyunjin with his sharp tongue, Seungmin with his dry remarks, Jisung with his never-ending snacking that was always making a mess—but there was a rhythm now. You were finding your place among them, one small interaction at a time.

 

But one thing has changed since that stormy night with Felix.

 

He doesn’t leave you alone.

 

It’s subtle at first—him sitting a little closer at breakfast, brushing against your shoulder when he passes you a plate, following you with those soft brown eyes like you might disappear if he blinks too long. But then it’s not so subtle. He hovers in the kitchen while you make tea, casually “helping” even when you clearly don’t need help. He follows you to the living room under the excuse of “keeping you company.” At night, when everyone else scatters to their rooms, he lingers, half-expecting you to sit with him until you’re ready to sleep.

 

It’s sweet. A little clingy. But you can’t bring yourself to mind. Not when his smile softens just for you. Not when his voice drops gentle like honey whenever he asks, “You okay?” as though he’s the one making sure you’re safe.

 

This afternoon, the house is unusually quiet. Changbin is holed up in his room with his weights, Hyunjin sprawls in the den with a sketchbook, Seungmin reads stretched across the couch, and Chan had his face deep in his laptop, claiming to be working on “business” but you knew you saw him playing Minecraft just an hour ago.

 

Felix is in the kitchen with you, of course. He sits perched on a stool, chin propped in his hands, eyes following every little movement you make as you made your way to the sunroom to curl up near the window with your tea. It’s comfortable, companionable silence.

 

Until movement outside catches your eye.

 

In the yard, a squirrel darts across the grass, tail flicking with manic energy. Jisung.

 

A small smile tugs at your lips. You’ve grown used to his frequent shifts—it sometimes seems like he prefers fur over skin. Out there, he looks happy, zigzagging along the fence, burying imaginary treasures, bounding up the tree only to zip back down again. For once, he’s carefree.

 

But then the air shifts.

 

The birds outside go silent. Your chest tightens, gaze drawn to a darker shape perched along the tree line.

 

A hawk.

 

Its golden eyes fix on the yard. On Jisung.

 

“Shit.” Your tea sloshes as you set it down too quickly, bolting for the back door.

 

Felix, who just sat next to you startles. “What—?”

 

You don’t answer. There’s no time.

 

By the time you burst outside, the hawk leans forward, talons curling around the branch. Jisung, oblivious, noses through leaves at the fence line.

 

“Jisung!” you shout, sprinting into the yard, arms flailing. “Inside! Now!”

 

The squirrel freezes, tiny head snapping toward you, confused squeak spilling out. He doesn’t move.

 

The hawk spreads its wings.

 

Your blood roars. “Go!”

 

Jisung bolts—but sideways, panic driving him the wrong way. The hawk screams, launching into the air in a blur of feathers.

 

“No!”

 

You throw yourself forward, adrenaline surging, arms flailing, stomping, yelling to look as big and loud as possible. “Get away!”

 

The hawk dives, shadow slicing across the grass, talons flashing. But your wild shouts and frantic stomps spook it, forcing it to veer upward with a furious screech.

 

Jisung zigzags wildly before finally sprinting toward you, colliding with your ankles and scrambling up your leg in blind terror. You scoop him into your hands without thinking, pressing his trembling body against your chest.

 

“It’s okay,” you whisper fiercely, sinking to your knees. “I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

 

The hawk circles once more, glaring down, before banking away toward the trees with one finale angry cry.

 

Only when it’s gone do you exhale shakily. Jisung still trembles, his little claws hooked tight in your sleeve.

 

A tremble ripples through him, and suddenly he’s human again, crouched in front of you, fists bunched in your shirt, face pressed into the crook of your neck. His breathing comes in sharp, broken gasps.

 

“I—I didn’t even see it,” he stammers. “If you weren’t here…”

 

“Don’t,” you cut in firmly, brushing his hair back. “Don’t think like that. You’re okay. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

 

He pulls back, eyes wide and glassy. “You… you saved me.”

 

Your heart twists. “Of course I did. I always will.”

 

Jisung’s ears flush pink, and he hides against you again, shaking.

 

The slam of a door breaks the fragile quiet.

 

“WHAT happened?!” Chan’s voice cracks across the yard.

 

You look up to see the porch crowded—Chan, Seungmin, Hyunjin, and Felix all staring, alarm stark on their faces. Even Changbin barrels out behind them, panting like he sprinted.

 

Chan is already halfway down the steps, eyes blazing. “I heard screaming—what the hell—”

 

“A hawk,” you say quickly, still shielding Jisung. “It went for him.”

 

Chaos erupts.

 

Hyunjin curses, scanning the treetops. Seungmin’s jaw tightens as he crosses his arms, gaze betraying unease. Felix makes a distressed noise and rushes forward, kneeling close, his hands fluttering as if unsure whether to touch Jisung or you.

 

Chan crouches, steady hands gripping Jisung’s arms. “Did it touch you? Are you hurt?”

 

Jisung shakes his head, but he doesn’t let go of you. His voice is small, trembling. “She… she saved me.”

 

Chan’s gaze flicks to you, softening in a way you’ve never seen. “Good job,” he says quietly, weight heavy in his tone.

 

Felix finally settles a hand against Jisung’s arm, voice trembling. “Hyung, don’t scare us like that again…”

 

“I didn’t know,” Jisung mutters, cheeks burning. “I was just playing.”

 

“You could’ve been killed!” Hyunjin snaps, tail lashing. His voice comes sharp, edged with leftover fear.

 

“Enough,” Chan warns, tone cutting the tension. “Inside. Now.”

 

Jisung clings tighter as you help him up, refusing to release your hand even as the group shepherds you both inside.

 

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The next morning, the house feels heavier.

 

Sun spills across the kitchen, but Jisung sits stiffly at the table, ears flat, a cup of milk sat next to him untouched. When you walk in, his head snaps up, relief flooding his features.

 

“You’re awake,” he blurts, standing so fast his chair screeches. He grabs your arm, grip urgent. “Sit with me. Don’t leave me.”

 

Your heart squeezes. You nod gently. “Okay. I’ll sit.”

 

He all but drags you into the chair beside him, clinging like your presence alone holds the shadows at bay.

 

Hyunjin appears first, leaning in the doorway with a smirk. “Well, well. Didn’t think you’d catch feelings so fast.”

 

Jisung bristles, tail puffing. “Shut up, ferret! She—she saved my life!” His ears flame red as he clutches your sleeve tighter.

 

Hyunjin’s grin widens. “Sure. Human shield and everything. Adorable.”

 

“Pathetic.”

 

The single word cuts colder than the air outside. Minho enters, sleek and sharp, tail flicking lazily as his gaze lands on Jisung. He leans against the counter, voice dripping disdain. “Almost eaten alive, and now you’re glued to her like a kit. Embarrassing.”

 

Jisung flinches, eyes wide, humiliation flashing across his face. “Wh—what?”

 

“You heard me.” Minho’s tone is flat. “Scared is one thing. Reckless and clingy? That’s just weak.”

 

You open your mouth to intervene —then Felix enters. Sweet, sunshine Felix. You expect him to rush to Jisung’s defense like he did last night, but instead his expression twists, conflicted. His ears are pinned back, his nose scrunched in a frown.

 

“Honestly, hyung,” Felix says quietly but firmly, sliding into the seat opposite. “You can’t just… cling to her forever. It’s embarrassing.”

 

Your head snaps toward him, shock rippling through you. Felix, of all people? The boy who couldn’t sleep without a nightlight, who curled up in your arms trembling through the storm? He doesn’t meet your eyes, chewing at his lip, and that’s when it clicks. He isn’t annoyed at Jisung—he’s jealous.

 

Jisung’s face falls, and you feel his grip on you tighten. “Even you?” he whispers, voice cracking. He shrinks, shaking, shame and fear colliding in his expression. He glances at you, desperate.

 

“Enough.”

 

Seungmin stands in the doorway, arms crossed as usual, but his tone is steady, not sharp. “He went through something terrifying yesterday. The least you all could do is stop acting like jerks about it.”

 

The room stills.

 

Seungmin moves to the table, replacing Jisung’s milk with a fresh glass of water. “Here. Drink. It’ll help.” His eyes flick to you briefly, softer than usual, before he sits down with his own book.

 

Your chest warms at the unexpected kindness, and you glance down at Jisung, who looks like he might cry all over again—but this time from relief.

 

You look back at the others, your voice firm. “Seungmin’s right. If any of you think it’s okay to kick someone when they’re down, think again. Especially you.” You level your gaze at Felix, who squirms in his seat, guilt flashing across his face. “I don’t care if you’re rude to me,” you say, rising to your feet. “I don’t care if you tease me or test me. But I will not tolerate you being cruel to Jisung. Not now. Not after what happened.”

 

Hyunjin scoffs but doesn’t push it further. Minho mutters something under his breath, tail flicking, but he too drops it. And Felix… Felix finally looks up at you, his expression wounded, conflicted, and so obviously jealous that you don’t know whether to scold him or hug him.

 

But that’s a problem for later.

 

For now, you rub Jisung’s back gently, watching as he sips from the glass Seungmin gave him, his shaking finally starting to ease. The roles in the house feel suddenly shifted—Seungmin stepping up, Felix faltering, Hyunjin and Minho exposing just how sharp they can be.

 

You kneel beside Jisung, brushing his hair gently. “I’m proud of you for being brave. That’s all that matters.”

 

His eyes glisten. “You’re… not mad at me?”

 

“Mad? No.” You smile softly. “Never at you.”

 

He leans into your hand with a shaky breath, shoulders easing for the first time since yesterday.

 

From the doorway, Chan steps in at last, calm and solid. “He needs someone like you.” he says quietly, meeting your eyes. Approval gleams there—rare, but unmistakable.

 

Jisung clings to your hand, tail twitching nervously, but his smile is small and real. “I think I like you even more now,” he whispers.

 

You ruffle his hair. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere.”

 

The kitchen breathes again, the storm breaking.

 

But Jisung doesn’t let go of your hand. And Felix, watching quietly from across the table, doesn’t stop staring at you. He didn’t like this new feeling in his chest.

 

Notes:

As promised here’s the double update. I was planning on this being two different chapters but i left work early because i was sick so i thought I’d just make it one longer chapter.

I hope you guys like this one, i really enjoyed writing it for some reason lol.

Also… a little tension between Jisung, the reader and Felix??? Oooo our boy is jealoussss hehe

Love, A!

Chapter 8: Chapter 7

This morning you had woken up in a really good mood. You didn’t know if it was due to the early bed time the night before or the beautiful blue sky that greeted you when you opened the curtains.

 

Stretching the sleep away, you walked over to your closet and huffed when you opened it. Bare. You weren’t able to bring all your clothes with you when you moved, leaving you with the crumbs of your wardrobe.

 

“Guess I have to buy some new clothes.” You shrugged as you pulled out your outfit for the day.

 

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Sunlight filters softly through the curtains, painting the kitchen in warm golds and soft shadows. The house felt calm, homely. You could really see yourself living here happily if the boys let you.

 

You move slowly, sipping your morning coffee, letting the quiet settle around you. Felix hopped down the stairs and into the kitchen, nose twitching as he glances out the window. He poured himself a cup of coffee as a sleepy Jisung shuffled in, rubbing his eyes.

 

He made his was over to you, threw his arms around you and rubbed his cheek on the top of your head. Scenting. This never happened to you before but you decided not to comment on it. You certainly weren’t going to comment on the warm feeling in your chest.

 

Once satisfied, Jisung sat across from you at the table, snatching an apple from the bowl in the middle as he got comfortable.

 

Felix watched the whole thing go down with a tight feeling in his chest that made him want to scream.

 

“Morning,” you say softly, smiling at them once Felix sat at the table, making sure to leave a spot in between Jisung and himself.“You two slept well?”

 

“Fine,” Felix mutters coldly before bringing his mug to his lips. Jisung nods shyly, his cheeks a soft pink from the intimate moment before.

 

The tension in the room makes you shift uncomfortably in your seat —maybe today is a good day to try something different. Something with Seungmin to change it up a bit. Most of the boys would jump at the chance to get out of the house, but Seungmin rarely speaks up for himself, rarely joins in unless coaxed. You want to show him he matters too.

 

You glance around at the hybrids scattered in their corners of the house. Changbin’s bear-like bulk sprawls across the living room floor, lifting a hand lazily to wave at you. Hyunjin, your restless ferret, paces back and forth, tail flicking, already bouncing with energy. Minho, in his cat form, bathing in the small patch of sunlight on the floor. Chan, grumpily flipping though things to watch on the tv. And I.N, yet to show his human form, watching his Hyung battle with the tv.

 

But your attention is on Seungmin, the loyal golden retriever hybrid, you just recently found that out. He’s curled up in a chair by the window, ears perked, silently observing the boys around him. Most caretakers had never bothered to notice him beyond the surface—his quiet presence easily overlooked. But today, you want to change that.

 

“Seungmin,” you say softly, walking over to him. This caught the attention of a few hybrids. “I was planning on going to the mall today. Would you like to join me? Just you and me.”

 

He freezes, ears twitching, and looks up at you with surprise. “The mall?” His tone is flat, but you notice the flicker of curiosity in his golden-brown eyes.

 

“Yes,” you reply, smiling gently. “I want you to come. I think it’d be nice to spend some time together. No one else, just us.”

 

He blinks, clearly taken aback by the personal invitation. “I… I don’t know.” His tail sways hesitantly behind him, the dog in him clearly conflicted between excitement and caution.

 

“You’re not obligated,” you say, keeping your voice soft. “But it would mean a lot if you came. I was planning on leaving in an hour, meet me by the door if you want to come.”

 

After a pause, he just shrugs. You take this as your sign to leave him to decide.

 

Felix’s ears flatten, nose twitching with jealousy as he walked into the living room. “Wait… what? Why only invite him?” he squeaks.

 

Jisung lets out a soft huff of protest, tail puffing. “I’ll go with you, Noona!” He chews his bottom lip in anticipation of your response. This conversation even caught Hyunjin’s attention who pauses mid-pose, looking intrigued.

 

You ignore the protests by waving your hand dismissively. “I know you would Ji, but I can go alone if he doesn’t want to join.”

 

Ji. That left a sour taste in Felix’s mouth.

 

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Once you were done getting ready, you grabbed your purse and made your way back downstairs. To your surprise, Seungmin was ready, waiting by the door for you.

 

“You’re coming?” Smiling widely as you slid your shoes on before looking up at him. “I’m so happy you decided to come.” You ignored the way his cheeks turned a soft pink, not wanting to embarrass him.

 

By the time the two of you step out, the quiet neighborhood hums around you. The boys lived in such a peaceful area, with their house being the last one on a cul de sac backing up onto a forest. Seungmin stands beside you as you wait for your Uber, careful and measured, tail flicking slightly as he studies the streets. He glances at you occasionally, ears perking, as though checking for reassurance, though he doesn’t admit it.

 

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You had started at a small clothing store, browsing leisurely. Seungmin drifts beside you, quiet but attentive. He points subtly at a colour he thinks would suit you or shakes his head at a pattern he doesn’t like. His opinions are few but thoughtful, and you’re grateful for the insight.

 

“I’m gonna try this on,” You said holding up a jean skirt to him before heading off to the dressing room.

 

Once you had it on, you came out to look in the big mirror. To your surprise, Seungmin was there waiting. “I like it.” He said softly with a sharp nod. The way his ears bounced on his head made you want to squish his cheeks in your hands but you pulled yourself together.

 

“Really? I wasn’t too sure about it,” you said turning slightly to look at the back in the mirror. “I feel like it makes me look-”

 

“Pretty,” Seungmin cut you off before you could find the words you were looking for. “Get it.” With that he wandered off to go look at something else.

 

You stood there frozen for a moment, collecting your thoughts. Pretty. You didn’t know why such a simple word made you feel so good but it did.

 

After the clothing store, you wander through a shoe shop, trying on pairs and chatting lightly. Seungmin moves beside you, ears twitching at the faint squeak of new shoes on the wooden floor. He comments quietly, his tone hesitant but pleased to participate. The ease of the walk, the gentle rhythm of your conversation, slowly melts any tension from before.

 

Finally, your steps slow near the bookstore. Seungmin pauses, ears alert, tail swishing subtly as he gazes at the display window. Something about the orderly rows of books and the familiar scent of paper draws him in, and you notice his hesitation at the entrance.

 

“You like books, don’t you?” you ask softly, keeping your voice low.

 

He stiffens slightly, eyes widening. “I… I read,” he admits, a faint blush coloring his ears. “I… didn’t expect anyone to notice.”

 

You smile gently. “I notice. And I thought maybe we could take a look inside?”

 

After a moment, he nods. “Okay,” he says softly, stepping through the doors. He took the lead this time, with you following closely behind.

 

Inside, the store smells of polish and paper, the quiet rustle of pages filling the air. Seungmin drifts slowly along the shelves, ears flicking at each small sound. He pauses at a modest notebook with a simple brown cover, fingertips brushing over the spine. He flips it open and runs a hand along the blank page.

 

“Do you like it?” you ask softly.

 

He hesitates. “I… I do. But I don’t have money.”

 

You chewed your bottom lip as you studied his profile. “I was thinking of going to the bathroom before we leave. You coming?” You nodded your head towards the exit back into the mall.

 

He glances at you, nodding as he put the book down and headed out the door before you.

 

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When you finally return home, the house is calm. Felix and Jisung glare slightly from the windows, tails flicking in quiet jealousy, while the others have scattered. Seungmin follows quietly, tail brushing against you as you head for the stairs to put your new clothes away.

 

In the evening, Jisung and Hyunjin had pestered you into ordering pizza for dinner that night. Jisung said it was ‘a way for you to make it up to him’ and you could never say no to his puffy face.

 

Later that night, when the house was silent and the boys were in their rooms you wandered back down to the sun room. To no surprise, Seungmin was in there, curled up on a chair reading his book. This was something you noticed he did every night.

 

“I knew I’d find you here,” you smiled softly as you stepped into the room with your hands behind your back.

 

“You did?” Seungmin asked as he closed his book.

 

Nodding, you took a seat across from him. “You’re in here every night reading, why would tonight be any different?”

 

He was shocked. No caretaker in the past has every paid him much attention. He was always the one forgotten about. They were always so caught up in pleasing Minho to get on his good side, or battling bratty Hyunjin, or feeding Jisung, or cuddling up with Felix, or gushing over how cute I.N was in his fox form (which only pushed him away more), or trying to get more than two words out of Changbin, or being so perfect that Chan will accept them.

 

But Seungmin? He was always forgotten. No one notice the little things about him, or the things he liked. No one cared enough to get him to like them. But you were different.

 

“I noticed earlier,” you shifted in your seat and pulled out the notebook he was looking at from behind your back. “That you were really interested in this book.” A sleek looking pen was slid onto the spin of the book, matching it perfectly.

 

He froze, ears flattening slightly. His wide eyes shined in the moonlight seeping in through the window. He carefully takes it before looking up at you. “You… you got this for me?”

 

“I thought you’d like it,” you say, smiling softly. “Think of it as a little thank you gift for spending the day with me.”

 

Seungmin’s tail twitches slowly, a shy smile forming. “I… I don’t know what to say… Thank you, Y/n.”

 

“Don’t mention it,” you reply, waving him off. “Just… enjoy it. If the guys ever get too crazy and you need a break, come in here and write down what you’re thinking.” You stood up with a yawn and stretch. “Goodnight, Seungmin.”

 

He watches as you walk off, heading to your room, the warmth in his eyes clear. Slowly, he realizes that maybe humans—and maybe especially you—aren’t so bad after all.

Notes:

Surprise!! Triple update!!

This chapter is so cute, I love it🥹

Who do you guys think will be the next to bond with our lovely reader?? I’m curious on who you guys think will be next.

As always,
Love, A

Chapter 9: Chapter 8

The house smells faintly of dinner—garlic, soy, and something sizzling on the stove.

You and Seungmin were chatting about the past two and a half weeks of you being there. Ever since going to the mall, you and him have gotten close— you had fallen into the routine of sitting with him in the sunroom at night, a cup of tea for the both of you.

 

“Noona,” Came a whiny voice from the doorway. Both you and Seungmin turned to see Jisung’s pouty face.

 

“What’s wrong, Ji.” You said softly as he shuffled over to you. Turning back to the stove, you stirred the frying meat and veggies as he stood next to you, shoulder to shoulder.

 

“I missed you.” You tried not to laugh at this. Shaking your head softly, you looked over at him.

 

“Jisung, I was with you all day. You didn’t leave me alone, remember-?”

 

“I remember.” Came the grumpy voice of Seungmin. Turning around you shot him a look that made him look back down at his notebook.

 

“You shut your mouth, dog.” Snapped Jisung. “I just want to spend time with my Noona.”

 

Seungmin didn’t look up but you watched as his ears flattened. “She’s my Noona too.” He said softly.

 

“Okay, no need to get upset boys. There’s enough of me to go around!” You cheered to try and lighten the mood. This made Seungmin crack a soft smile before writing something down in his beloved notebook.

 

“Maybe too much.” Minho stated as he strolled into the kitchen, taking his usual spot at the table.

 

You didn’t reply, not wanting to sour the mood again.

 

the rest of the boys started filing in just as you finished setting the table, tails swishing and ears twitching, drawn in by the promise of food. Everyone except one.

 

“Where’s Changbin?” you ask, glancing around.

 

Hyunjin shrugs, already trying to sneak a taste off a serving spoon. Chan swats his hand away.

 

“Upstairs,” Minho mutters, tail flicking lazily. “He’s been locked in his room for a while. Probably… working out again.”

 

You raise your eyebrows. “Working out? In his room?”

 

Minho’s only response is a noncommittal hum and an eye roll.

 

 

You knock on his door softly, but no answer comes. Curious, you push it open a crack—and pause.

 

Changbin is in the middle of his room, shirt damp with sweat, lifting heavy dumbbells with practiced ease. His muscles ripple with the movement, and his breathing is steady, rhythmic. It’s clear he’s been at it for a while.

 

“Changbin?” you say gently, not wanting to startle him.

 

He lowers the weights, blinking at you like he’s been caught. “Hey. Dinner?” He truly was a man of few words when he wanted to be. The most you heard from him was probably 10 words at a time.

 

You nod, stepping inside. “Yeah. We’re just waiting on you.” Then, glancing at the dumbbells, you smile. “Wow. No wonder you’re always in shape.”

 

He shrugs, embarrassed. “Keeps me focused.” He snatched a towel that was hanging near by to wipe his face.

 

“You don’t ever go to the gym?” you ask curiously.

 

The question makes him hesitate. He sets the towel down and clears his throat. “…I’d like to. But…” He scratches the back of his neck, avoiding your eyes. “We don’t get pocket money.”

 

All hybrid care/ housing companies are funded by the government, donations made by citizens and sponsorships with big corporations. Most companies give their hybrids some sort of monthly allowance that they can spend on whatever they like.

 

The more wealthy companies will give each individual hybrid something, whereas the others give it to the leader of the pack to split amongst the members. It is the caretakers job to fund their day to day lifestyle.

 

JYPE is one of the biggest hybrid housing companies in all of South Korea and to find out they weren’t giving their hybrids allowances sickened you.

 

Your chest tightens the more you thought of his situation. “So you just… work out here instead?”

 

“Yeah.” He forces a grin, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “I make it work.” He just shrugs before walking past you out his room before you could respond.

 

---

 

You had a hard time sleeping that night. All you could think about was Changbin and how unfair this whole situation was. Sure, it was just him not being able to go to the gym but to you it was more than that.

 

Working out is something he is passionate about—clearly by the set up in his room— but he cant even do what he loves because of how wrongfully JYPE was treating their hybrids.

 

---

 

You had an extra pep in your step the next afternoon. Some of the boys (Minho and Chan) seemed sceptical on why you were in such a good mood. But the others (Seungmin, Jisung and Felix) seemed to feed off your energy, also being in a good mood but no one questioned it.

 

Changbin was sat in the living room watching something on tv with I.N curled up beside him. You had noticed that those two were quite close. You thought it was so cute how they would go off in the forest together some days, Changbin opting to shift into his bear form during these outings— even though he clearly preferred his human form.

 

You approached the pair slowly, as to not disturb them too much. “Changbin,” you waited patiently for him to find the remote and pause the show, giving you his full attention. “I looked up some hybrid friendly gyms this morning.”

 

His eyes widen instantly. “You… what?”

 

I.N picked his head up to see you better, his ears twitching as you continued.

 

“There’s one only a 5 minute walk away. I thought maybe we could go check it out? Just a tour. No pressure.” You couldn’t help but smile at his shocked expression.

 

Changbin blinks at you, caught between suspicion and hope. “Why… why would you do that?” I.N turned his head to look at his hyung before back to you, probably sharing the same suspicion.

 

“Because you clearly love working out. And you deserve a space where you can push yourself, not just… make do with dumbbells in your room.” You put your hands on your hips and cocked your head. “Plus, I need someone to help me with the machines.”

 

For a moment, he looks like he doesn’t believe you. Then, after a long pause, he nods. “…Okay. But just a tour.”

 

---

 

Changbin fidgets with the hem of his shirt as the two of you step into the gym. The place smells faintly of metal, sweat, and cleaning spray, with the rhythmic thump of music playing over the speakers.

 

You looked over at him to make sure he was still comfortable but his eyes never met yours. He was taking in everything around him, there were so many things for him to try and learn.

 

Rows of machines and free weights fill the space, scattered with humans in workout clothes. A few heads turn toward you both—longer than necessary.

 

You can feel how stiff Changbin gets beside you at the lack of hybrids. His shoulders square, muscles tense, and his ears twitch uncomfortably.

 

“Hey,” you whisper, brushing your arm against his. “It’s okay. We’re just looking, remember?”

 

He nods, jaw tight. “…Right.”

 

The tour starts easy enough—the trainer gives a cheerful rundown, pointing out cardio machines, weight racks, and stretching areas.

 

“Excuse me,” you called out as the trainer paused for a moment. She looked up at you with a smile, encouraging you to continue. “I saw online this was a hybrid friendly gym, but… I’m not seeing any hybrids.”

 

She nodded with a soft smile. “We’ve been encouraging and welcoming more hybrids to come, with or without their owners but it hasn’t really picked up yet. You know how some gyms have a women’s only section? We offer that plus a hybrids only section that hasn’t been used often.”

 

You turned to Changbin, “it sounds like you’d get a whole area to yourself. But if you’d prefer a gym with more hybrids I will gladly do more research. I want you to be comfortable where you work out.”

 

Changbin gave you a soft smile and nodd. “I wouldn’t mind having a whole section.” He shrugged to which you just nodded.

 

After the tour the trainer said you were free to work out and use any of the equipment we wanted. However, Changbin just wanted to look at the hybrid section before going home.

 

The hybrids only area was on the second floor of the gym with a public, free-weight area across the entrance to it. You walked over to the public area to see how some people were working out while Changbin went into the hybrids only.

 

He was only in there for about 10 minutes before coming out and joining you. “It’s nice in there. I was the only one.”

 

“That’s good, I’m glad you like it here. Would you use a membership?” You tilted your head, “if not, I wouldn’t mind paying for a day pass if you just wanted to come every once in a while.”

 

“Maybe I’ll start with the day pass. I don’t want you to waste your money if I don’t use it.” The only reason you saw him not coming here was because he was nervous.

 

“Nothing is a waste of money when it comes to you boys so don’t even say that.” Hitting his shoulder playfully you smiled at how shy he got.

 

Your interaction must have caught the attention of a group of guys near by. Once the noticed they didn’t look away, choosing to just stare at Changbin. Then stares turned into whispers.

 

“Hey, check it out. Hybrid,” one of them mutters, not quietly enough.

 

“I can’t believe they let dirty animals in here.” Another snickers. “He’ll probably break every machine he goes on then hibernate in the change room.” They broke out into a fit of ugly laughter.

 

Changbin stiffens, ears flattening to his head as if to hide them. He lowers his gaze, pretending not to hear and so they didn’t see the crushed look on his face . His whole demeanour had changed in the matter of seconds, all because of some idiot guys.

 

Anger flares hot in your chest. Stepping forward before you can think twice. They watched as you approach yet you didn’t stop until you were practically chest to chest with the guy in front “Got something to say?”

 

The men look you up and down, clearly amused by a small girl trying to act tough. The one you’re close to smirks. “Relax, baby. Just making an observation.”

 

“Funny,” you shoot back, venom dripping with each word. You shoved him back harshly by the chest, smirking as he stumbled back before crossing your arms. “Because from where I’m standing, Changbin’s in better shape than all of you combined. Maybe you should be asking him for tips instead of running your mouths.”

 

Changbin’s head snaps toward you, eyes wide.

 

The men behind mutter something under their breath about how Changbin couldn’t stand up for himself. “what was that?” You snapped at the others, holding a hand to your ear dramatically.

 

“Changbin can defend himself, I’m just save you and your dignity from whatever he would say or do.” You didn’t quite know if that were true or not since you’ve never seen Changbin lose his temper.

 

When the group said nothing you rolled your eyes and nodded “that’s exactly what I thought.” You scoffed before turning around and walking back to Changbin.

 

Silence lingers between the two of you for a moment once the guy leaves. Then Changbin exhales slowly. “…You didn’t have to do that.”

 

“Yes, I did.” You meet his eyes firmly. “You shouldn’t have to deal with that. Not here, not anywhere.”

 

For once, he doesn’t try to brush it off. His jaw works silently, then he gives a small, almost shy smile. “…Thanks.”

 

---

 

The walk home was quiet. Not an uncomfortable quiet, but more of a reflecting quiet. Changbin walks beside you, new gym bag giving by the trainer slung over his shoulder. He’s quiet, like he’s still turning everything over in his head.

 

Finally, you break the silence. “Can I ask you something?”

 

His ears twitch. “Sure.”

 

“Why don’t you like being in your animal form?” you ask softly. It came out of nowhere, you knew that. But you couldn’t help but think there had to be a reason why you’ve only seen his bear form once or twice.

 

He stiffens. His gaze drops to the pavement, steps slowing. “…Because it’s… too much.” His voice is low, heavy. “I’m bigger than all the other boys. A bear. People stare. They whisper. I look… scary.” He huffs a humorless laugh. “The others are cute or elegant. Who wants to be the lumbering one in the corner?”

 

Your heart twists, never in a million years would you expect Changbin to think of himself this way. You stop walking and step in front of him, making him meet your eyes. “Changbin. You are not scary.”

 

He blinks, startled.

 

“You’re strong, physically and emotionally. Solid. Reliable. Do you know what I’d do if something ever happened to me?” You take one of his hands in yours and give it a soft squeeze.

 

He shakes his head slowly.

 

“I’d run straight to you,” you say, conviction clear in your voice. “Because I know you’d protect me. No hesitation. You think being a bear is something to be ashamed of? I think it’s the coolest thing ever.”

 

His eyes widen. For a moment, he looks completely thrown off, ears flicking like he doesn’t know how to process your words. Then, slowly, a faint smile tugs at his lips—small, shy, but real.

 

“…You really think that?” he murmurs. He never thought of himself as reliable or solid. Strong, sure but that’s because he works at it, but emotionally?

 

“I know that.”

 

You grin and add, softer now, “And by the way? You’re adorable as a bear. Those round little ears, that soft face? Completely unfair how cute you are.”

 

His jaw drops slightly, his cheeks turning red. “A-adorable?”

 

“Mhm. And very handsome as a human,” you continue, teasing but honest. “Best of both worlds, if you ask me.”

 

He ducks his head, ears flicking furiously, but you catch the way his smile grows wider despite his embarrassment.

 

“…Guess I don’t mind being your bear, then,” he mutters, so quietly you almost miss it.

 

You freeze, mouth slightly open. Your heart flutters at this but you didn’t want to show it too much. “Good. Because I wouldn’t trade you for anything.” You tried to play it cool.

 

For a while, you walk in comfortable silence. Then he clears his throat, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. “Uh… Noona.”

 

You blink, looking at him in surprise. “What did you just call me?”

 

He shifts awkwardly, ears twitching. “I… I heard the others call you that. Jisung, Seungmin, even Felix. I thought… maybe you’d want me to, too.” His voice dips low, almost embarrassed, fearing he ruined the moment.

 

For a second, your heart squeezes. But then you smile gently, shaking your head. “Changbin… I’m younger than you.”

 

He freezes mid-step, glancing over at you. “…What?”

 

“I’m younger, right in between you and Hyunjin. Which means—” you grin, nudging his arm—“you’re my oppa, not the other way around.”

 

His face goes crimson instantly. “…O-Oppa?” He stammers, like the word feels strange in his mouth. He’s never been called oppa by someone important to him, being called oppa by you made him feel a funny way.

 

“Mmhm,” you say casually, but slide your arm into his. “My cute oppa bear.” You giggled as you looked up at his shy face.

 

He groans, covering his face with his free hand. “Don’t say it like that…” But the goofy, bashful smile peeking through his fingers tells you everything—he loves it.

 

He didn’t want the boys to see him come home so flustered. Not that he was embarrassed you were flustering him, but he wanted to keep this interaction to himself, so it was more meaningful. He knew Chan and Minho would pester him about it, for sure.

 

For the first time in a while, Changbin walks taller, chest lighter, like the weight of his insecurities has been lifted all thanks to you. You would never know how much today meant to him.

Notes:

Sorry this chapter took me a little longer! It was supposed to be posted yesterday but I kept changing it. I was never satisfied with it but now I think it’s one of my favourites. I love it

But I already cannot WAIT for the next chapter, some of you guys guessed Changbin will be next but you guys will not be able to guess the next one…. I hope hehehe

As always, tell me what you think in the comments. I’m obsessed with everything you have to say!

Also for the person who asked for longer chapters.. this one was for you 😚

Love, A 💕

Chapter 10: Chapter 9

Another week and a half passed. You successfully made it through your first month.

 

You made great connections with some of the boys. Jisung and Seungmin spend the most time with you, the only space you have is when you’re asleep or in the bathroom. Even then, you’ve opened the bathroom door a couple times to see Jisung sitting outside, waiting for you.

 

Changbin is always up to spend time together but isn’t over the top about it. You’ve even seen him in his bear form more often then before which warms your heart so much.

 

Felix, however. Seems to be pulling away more and more. He’s starting fights with Jisung at least once a day, and being cold towards you.

 

He was supposed to be your special place, the one who made you feel welcome when no else did. But he just pulled further and further away.

 

You tried not to think about it too much as you got ready for a special outing with one of your friends from your program. You hadn’t seen her in a while since you moved to Korea and got your dream job.

 

Walking down the stairs you rounded into the living room to-surprisingly- find all the boys.

 

“What’re you guys up to?” You asked, making your way over to the side of the couch to get a better view of them all.

 

“We’re about to start a movie. Come join us, Noona.” Seungmin patted the spot next to him. Changbin smiled up at you as he moved over slightly so you could fit between the two of them better.

 

“Sure, I have time to kill. And I’d love to sit with my cuddly Oppa.” You shot Changbin a playful smirk.

 

“Oppa!?” Jisung questioned from the other side of the couch. This caught all the boys attention, even I.N who was curled up on some blankets on the floor perked up.

 

“I was hoping you’d forget about that.” Changbin mumbled as his cheeks turned red.

 

You flopped down next to him with a huff and threw your arm around his very wide shoulders. “How could I forget that? My adorable Oppa.” You squeezed him tight in a side hug.

 

“Adorable? Yeah, right.” Hyunjin snickered which caused Minho to laugh. You could now see where Changbin’s insecurities about being a bear came from.

 

“Yah!” You called out loudly, something you had picked up from Chan. “He is your Hyung, treat him with respect. And yes. Very adorable.” The embarrassed look on Hyunjin’s face made Changbin chuckle.

 

“That’s no fair, I want to be called Oppa.” Pouty Jisung was back and poutier than ever. You smiled and tilted your head at him.

 

“I’ll just come up with another name for you, don’t you think, jagiya?” Jisung beamed at this, opting to shift into his squirrel form to leap over Minho and Changbin to curl up in your lap.

 

Felix was staring daggers into you, Jisung and Changbin. You were his noona yet you had been spending less and less time with him. He couldn’t see that it was his own doing, he thought it was fair to push you away the more you got close to another boy.  He wanted you to hurt how he was hurting, but by doing so, he only hurt himself more. And you? You seemed to not care at all.

 

He had enough of this show. Standing up abruptly, he stormed off up to his room without a word. A loud slam was the last thing to be heard from him.

 

“Ignore him. He’s been like this for a while now.” Seungmin rolled his eyes and grabbed the remote. “Let’s watch this.” He said, referring to the movie.

 

You were about to get up to go talk to Felix when your phone rang from pocket.

 

“Hey,” you cheered as you answered your friend’s call. “Oh… yeah, no it’s alright… yeah, I completely understand.” Your good mood vanished as the call went on. “Yep. Bye.”

 

You pulled the phone away from your ear with a sigh. “Well, there goes my plans.” You tried not to sound too disappointed.

 

“What happened?” Chan asked, ears twitching at the look on your face.

 

“That was the friend I was supposed to be meeting. We had this cooking class booked for a while now but she canceled last minute. Now I have no one to go with.” You slid down in your spot on the couch. Your arm around Changbin sliding off him with you. The lack of touch made him shiver.

 

“Cooking class?” Minho questioned with a raised eyebrow. He looked so relaxed for someone who was always ready to battle.

 

“Yeah, I wanted to learn more traditional Korean dishes for you guys. I guess I’ll just do more research on-“

 

“I’ll go.” Minho cut you off sharply.

 

You took a sec to process his words before looking up at him. “I’m sorry… you want to go… with me?” You thought you were hearing things but the look on the rest of the boys faces told you otherwise.

 

He just nodded in return before getting up and heading to his room to get ready you were assuming.

 

“I’m confused.” Seungmin said softly from beside you. This knocked an airy laugh out of your lungs.

 

“You and me both, Minnie.” Picking up Jisung, you moved him over to Changbin’s lap -much to his dismay. “I guess I should go put my shoes on. We have to bus now, she was my ride.”

 

---

 

The class was being held in a bright little studio, the smell of fresh vegetables and simmering broth filling the air. You tied your apron nervously while sneaking glances at Minho, who stood beside you with his usual cool detachment.

 

The instructor clapped her hands. “Tonight we’ll be learning how to make kimchi jjigae and pajeon! Partners, please share ingredients and work together.”

 

Great. Partners.

 

Minho got to to work on something on the stove while you fumbled with the cutting board. The instructor had steps and instructions to follow up on the board at the front of the studio as she walked around assisting in anyway.

 

You were trying to slice green onions into the specific shape that was encouraged but you were struggling quite a bit. Minho exhaled dramatically through his nose like he couldn’t watch another second before reaching over.

 

“You’re holding it wrong,” he muttered, gently adjusting your wrist. His fingers were firm, guiding yours into position. “If you keep going like that, you’ll cut yourself. I thought you said you could cook?”

 

Your cheeks warmed, but you tried to focus on the knife. “I can but Korean dishes take a lot more technique than I’m used to. I was picking simpler meals but I heard Changbin say how he missed some other dishes. So sorry, I’m not exactly a pro at this.”

 

“You don’t say.” His tone was flat, but you caught the way the corner of his mouth twitched upward. Minho liked that you were putting effort into this just because you heard Changbin say something once.

 

The two of you worked in silence for a while, until your pan sizzled loudly — too loudly. Smoke curled upward making you panic a bit.

 

“Oh no, no, no—!” You scrambled to lower the heat, fanning the pan. The instructor walked by with an amused chuckle.

 

Minho sighed, grabbing the spatula. “Move.” He fixed the mess with practiced ease, muttering under his breath. But when you peeked at him nervously, he didn’t look angry. If anything, he looked… alive. Focused. In his element.

 

And when he finally plated the dish, setting the steaming jjigae down between you, he glanced at you with something softer in his eyes.

 

“Taste.”

 

You tried a spoonful, and your eyes widened. “This is amazing, Minho.”

 

Minho smirked faintly, almost proud. “Of course it is. I did most of it, you just watched me.”

 

You crossed your arms “yeah, yeah rub it in, I’ll let you just this once.” You couldn’t help but go back in for seconds.

 

Minho let out a soft chuckled and you had to try your very best not to freak out. Minho laughed at something you meant to be funny. Not something you did wrong and he was making fun of you for it, but something you actually wanted a laugh at.

 

For the rest of the class, things felt lighter. You laughed when flour dusted across your shirt from the pajeon batter, and Minho shook his head but didn’t snap at you. When your elbow bumped his while flipping pancakes, he didn’t pull away. For the first time, it felt like maybe—just maybe—he was letting you in.

 

---

 

Walking home from the bus stop that evening, you hugged the recipe sheet to your chest, excited to make it for Changbin tomorrow. “Thank you, Minho. Really. I didn’t think you’d want to come, but… I had a lot of fun.”

 

He stuffed his hands into his pockets, looking away. “It wasn’t terrible.” He tried to sound like his didn’t care whether he had went or not but you could tell he enjoyed it as well.

 

You smiled at that. From Minho, it was basically glowing praise.

 

---

 

Back at the house, the others gathered around the kitchen as you put the recipe on the fridge, curious. Jisung was the first to pounce. “So, how was it? Did you two burn the building down?” He teased

 

“If I went alone I probably would have,” you laughed as you leaned against the kitchen counter to face the 7 boys. Felix must be still in his room. “Minho’s actually… really good at it. I think we made the best food in the class. And he taught me a few things.”

 

Seungmin blinked. “Wait, Minho? Teaching? And he didn’t bite your head off every time you messed up?” You shook your head happily.

 

You actually had an amazing day with him. Sure, he was a little quieter than Jisung or Seungmin but you didn’t expect him to be over the top. You knew he’d be the calm presence between the two of you and it was refreshing. You had to be the calmer one to balance out the rest, but he was that for you. You got to be a little mess with things for once.

 

Seungmin frowned, arms crossed. “Why him, though? You could’ve asked me.”

 

“Or me,” Jisung whined. “I’d be way more fun than him.”

 

You laughed softly, holding up your hands. “I didn’t ask him, he volunteered. And honestly? I’m glad he did. He’s actually good company if you give him a chance.”

 

The room went still. Minho’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing. The boys must have sensed something shift as their ears twitched and they glanced nervously at Minho.

 

“Good company?” His voice was sharp, venomous. “You think spending one lousy, half assed afternoon with me means I’ve magically fallen for you like the rest of these clowns?”

 

Your smile faltered. “What? No, I didn’t mean—” surly he had to be joking, you guys had a great time.

 

“You really think this is how it works? You feed us, buy us things, take us places, and suddenly we’re yours? What are you after, huh?” His voice rose, eyes flashing. “You like collecting hybrids? Is this just some obsession with having a hybrid boyfriend and showing us off like pets, using us?”

 

The words hit like knives. You felt the air leave your lungs, your throat tight. You had never thought of them that way. You wanted to care and protect them with all your heart, that’s all you ever wanted to do. But Minho. He twisted every nice thing you did for them and made it ugly. And the worst part? He said it like he truly believed it.

 

“That’s not—” your voice cracked, but you couldn’t finish.

 

The boys were frozen. Jisung looked horrified. Changbin took a step forward, fists clenched, but Minho’s glare stopped him cold.

 

“Back up, bear.” He said defensively. “She should know I’m not going to roll over and let her have her way with me like you all are doing. You may have fooled them but you will not fool me.”

 

You had shrunken in on yourself in a protective way. But it didn’t matter, his words still went straight to your heart. Blinking hard against the sting in your eyes, you tried your best not to cry but a lone tear rolled down your cheek. You quickly wiped it away, hoping the boys didn’t see. “I… excuse me.”

 

Without waiting for anyone, you turned and rushed down to the stairs. The door to your room clicked shut behind you, muffling the voices that erupted in the kitchen room. It all drowned out as your breathing got heavier.

 

when you let yourself fall into your bed, the tears finally fell and you couldn’t get them to stop. As much as you tried nothing helped the ache in your chest where Minho’s words hit hard.

 

You thought you were making progress. You thought Minho had let you in, even for a moment. Maybe you were nothing to him at all, and you would always stay that way.

 

---

 

Your pillow was damp from tears by the time the house finally fell silent. At least, mostly silent — muffled voices still carried faintly from Chan’s room, low and tense, but you didn’t have the strength to listen.

 

You curled tighter under the blanket, trying to will your chest to stop aching. In a house full of people, you had never felt more alone in your life.

 

A soft scratching noise at your door made you freeze. Not a knock, just a gentle scrape, followed by a tiny whimper.

 

You didn’t speak, hoping whoever it was would think you were asleep and just leave. You didn’t feel like talking it out with Seungmin, or comforting Jisung who would definitely start to cry at the sight of you crying.

 

But the handle turned anyway, so slowly you might have missed it if you weren’t listening. The door creaked open just enough for a slim, rust-colored fox to slip inside. His fur gleamed in the sliver of moonlight peeking in from your window.

 

“Innie…” Your voice broke. He was the last person you expect to see. You would have even guess Minho coming to apologize before I.N.

 

He didn’t speak, didn’t shift into his human form. Instead, he padded across the room, light on his paws, and jumped onto the bed. His bushy tail brushed your arm as he circled once before settling right against your side.

 

You sniffled, lifting your arm to rest it above your head, wanting to give him space. “You shouldn’t be in here.” Your voice just above a whisper.

 

He ignored that, resting his head carefully on your ribs, golden eyes watching you with quiet intensity.

 

Something inside you cracked at the sight. No words, no judgment, no comforting— just warmth and presence. Exactly what you needed, and somehow he knew that.

 

Your hand hesitated before bringing it down and sinking into the soft fur at the back of his neck. He let out a low, content sound, pressing closer.

 

“Thank you,” you whispered, voice trembling. “I really needed… someone.”

 

His ears twitched, understanding every word, and his tail gave a little flick.

 

The knot in your chest loosened, just a bit. Enough to let your eyes close, to let the tears finally stop. With Jeongin’s steady breathing beside you, the storm in your head quieted.

 

You didn’t feel so alone anymore.

Notes:

First failed bonding! Butttt we got a little Jeongin time? No one guessed it in the comments. I was giggling like an evil person.

Also, I realized I forgot to mention this in the very beginning but this is an insert story so I didn’t want to give the mc too many details so you could picture yourself as the role if you wanted. Which is why she’s just a foreigner and I didn’t say where she’s from.

But if you prefer I just make up a character but not give her a name I can make those changes for future chapters. I can give her more of a backstory if you guys want.

I hope you guys enjoyed this one with evil Minho! He’s the worst but I love him😔

Time next time!
Love, A