Go Get Him, Tiger 6/?
Title: Go Get Him, Tiger 6/?
Pairing: Taehyung/Yoongi/Jungkook, Seokjin/Jimin/Namjoon/Hobi (BTS)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I haven't yet decided if I'm still borrowing these guys or if they own my soul yet. I mean, who am I kidding, really? Especially Yoongi. He can own me whenever he wants even if I can't own him or his members.
Genre: catboy!Yoongi, catboy!Namjoon, catboy!Hobi
Warning: praise kink, muscle kink, a fair bit of dom/sub elements, and toys. lots of sappy fluff too.
Summary: Min Yoongi has a new owner. His new owner has a boyfriend. Between them and with them, Yoongi feels like he's losing himself. And Jungkook isn't too sure what to do with Yoongi even if Taehyung has already decided. Maybe together they can heal, grow, and fall in love.
Part 6:
A/N: Still can't get the D ... on my keyboard to work.
Friday afternoon ...
Jungkook sank down onto the couch, head tilted on the back, and tried to relax. His body ached. Even after the long shower last night and the multiple orgasms. There were knots in his back from staying upright and tight for so long. They hadn’t bothered him until that morning when he had to stay sitting in class when all he wanted to do was lounge and sleep.
Hands slid up his thighs, and he jerked alert with a gasp to see Yoongi lifting himself into his lap. He caged him in, knees presse tight to his thighs and his hands on Jungkook’s shoulders.
Jungkook huffed and leaned back again, hands going to Yoongi’s hips.
“Welcome home,” Yoongi whispered, sliding his hands down Jungkook’s chest. His fingers lingered on the bite mark hidden under his T-shirt and he was sure the cat was smirking in satisfaction when Jungkook hissed at the sharp pain.
“How was class?”
Jungkook made a face.
“Aren’t you studying voice and singing?” Yoongi asked. “I thought you liked it.”
“I do. But my music production class isn’t going great, and I have to take business classes too to make my parents happy. It’s just been a shitty day.”
“I’m a little insulted by that,” Yoongi said and crossed his arms. “After yesterday, I’d think you’d be flying in the clouds.”
“Yesterday was perfect, and only the memories of it kept me sane.”
“That was a nice save.”
Jungkook smiled, fingers tightening on his hips.
“Are you still going to take me to be registered today?”
Jungkook finally opened his eyes. “If you want me to.”
Yoongi tilted his head in confusion, his ears and tail flicking quick to the side. “What do you mean?”
“As soon as I register you, I’m your owner. Right now ... well, right now, you don’t have an owner. Not officially. You don’t have to agree to it.”
Yoongi was silent for a long time, and Jungkook could not look away from him.
“The only time I have ever thought of running away from you is after I stepped out of the pet shop for the first time. I had a choice then. One that you gave me. Run or follow you. I followed you and I don’t regret it. I don’t think I’d ever regret it. Yes, I’m smart enough and strong enough to live on the streets as a stray. I could have left any time I wanted to. It’s not like you and Taehyung are always here. But I stayed because I want to stay. I have never, ever wanted an owner, Jungkook-ie. But you ... but with you, it’s not really like that, right? It’s more for my protection.”
“Yes, of course, it is.”
Yoongi smiled and asked, “Is it okay if I want a collar?”
“We’ll get one today if you want.”
His smile widened and he lifted a hand to Jungkook’s cheek. Jungkook leaned into it and then he froze, stopped breathing, when Yoongi moved closer. His eyes stayed open and wide as Yoongi pressed their lips together.
He probably should have reacted, but the shock held him motionless.
And Yoongi pulled away quickly, his pale cheeks flushing pink. He looked away and bit his lip. When Jungkook still did nothing more than stare at him, Yoongi tried to get up.
Jungkook didn’t know what to do, but he did know that he didn’t want Yoongi to leave, or think that he didn’t want to kiss him, so he tightened his hold, wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s waist and only hissing a little when claws dug into his forearms.
“Sorry. I’m sorry.”
Jungkook hushed him and kissed his cheek since he still had his head turned away. “Don’t, don’t, I’m sorry,” he said. “You surprised me, that’s all.”
“But it’s ... I’m sorry. Kissing is different and you’re with Taehyung and I shouldn’t have--”
Jungkook lifted a hand and covered his mouth and finally their eyes met. Jungkook smiled and didn’t move his hand even when Yoongi licked it with his rougher tongue.
“You did nothing wrong. I’m sorry. I want you to kiss me and I want to kiss you, okay? Taehyung wants to kiss you, too. But you’re right, kissing is different, so we weren’t going to assume anything. Okay?”
Yoongi’s eyes fluttered and he sagged in Jungkook’s hold. When Jungkook moved his hand, Yoongi licked his own lips and Jungkook fought the urge to kiss them. Not yet.
“I ... I just ... I wanted to kiss you yesterday, but I didn’t want it to be because of sex. And I wanted ... I didn’t want to kiss you because you’re my owner and I’m supposed to kiss you.”
“And I’m not your owner yet.”
Yoongi nodded. “Exactly. Not yet. I wanted ... I wanted to kiss you because it was my decision.”
Jungkook smiled at him and cupped his round cheeks in his hands. Yoongi’s eyes shut for a moment. “It will always be your decision. I’ll never make you do anything you don’t want to do. I promise. Yes, you’re my responsibility, but I also want us to be friends. We’re kinda doing things backwards. But that doesn’t mean I’m not enjoying it. Are you?”
Yoongi nodded quickly. “I am. I ... I like being here, and I like you and I like Taehyung and I like it. I really like it.”
“I’m glad. Can I kiss you now?”
Yoongi inhaled sharply but he nodded. Jungkook tightened his hold on Yoongi’s cheeks and leaned forward to kiss him. This time their eyes shut as their lips pressed together. Their breath was still nervous but not scared, and as soon as Jungkook softened his touch, Yoongi tilted his head to press closer and their lips parted in a second kiss and then a third and a fourth, tongues brushing on the fifth. And then everything sank into one long kiss with no beginning or end to their mouths. Yoongi’s sharp teeth caught on Jungkook’s lower lip, surging him into a deeper kiss at the scraping sensation, and Jungkook’s hands went to his ass, gripping one cheek tightly and sliding his hand up Yoongi’s tail.
Yoongi yowled at the touch and he pushed forward, flush against Jungkook’s body. His hands slid up Jungkook’s arms and shoulders and into his soft hair.
Jungkook let him take control, let him roll his body against his in the same timing as their kiss. Yoongi’s tongue was a rough contrast to what Jungkook was used to, but the feel of it on the roof of his mouth, along his lips, against his own tongue, had Jungkook shivering in pleasure. He’d heard more than once from Jin-hyung about how good a cat tongue felt on his dick, but he didn’t think it could have been much different. Except for now he knew. And now he wanted to find out.
But this probably wasn’t the time to ask for a blowjob. He’d already had one anyway.
Yoongi suddenly broke their kiss, panting against his lips. But his hips were still moving, he was still sliding his erection against Jungkook’s stomach.
Jungkook’s eyes widened. Shit, Yoongi was about to come, just from a few minutes of kissing. And Jungkook did not mind that at all, didn’t mind helping him along and letting Yoongi use his body for pleasure. He gripped Yoongi’s ass more tightly and captured his lips in a kiss again, taking control. He tightened his abs as much as he could and rocked his hips up into Yoongi’s thigh.
Yoongi yowled against his lips, muttering something that sounded like, “want you, want you, want you,” but Jungkook wasn’t sure if that was his own imagination and desires.
Because he wanted, fuck yes, he wanted.
When Yoongi came, he bit down on Jungkook’s lip, body shaking. His claws dug into Jungkook’s shoulders as his thrusts came stuttering to a stop. Jungkook moaned, licking at his lip and Yoongi’s mouth. It tasted like blood, and Jungkook shivered.
“Shit,” Yoongi whispered. “Shit. Shit. Shit.” He touched Jungkook’s bleeding lip.
Jungkook sucked it into his mouth and tried not to smile. “It’s fine, shut up.”
Yoongi sagged into him with a heavy breath. His tail waved lazily behind them. When his knees spread and his body lowered more into Jungkook’s lap, he suddenly sat straight up.
“Fuck, what about you?” He scooted back on his knees and reached for Jungkook’s erection trapped in his jeans.
Jungkook laughed and batted his hands away. “I’m fine. That was sexy as hell, though.”
Yoongi blushed. “You should ... I should ...”
“You shouldn’t do anything. I had a blowjob this morning, remember? It’s fine.”
Yoongi pouted. “But I want to suck on your dick.”
Jungkook moaned and with great difficulty shook his head. “If I let you do that, then I won’t get to register you today because I’m going to drag you to bed. And if I don’t register you today, then it’s going to have to wait until Monday because I have lessons and work tomorrow and they aren’t open over the weekend.”
Yoongi rubbed his arms. “I don’t mind.”
Jungkook smiled and pulled him close for a kiss. “I know. But it can wait.”
Yoongi’s eyes narrowed, and Jungkook tried to look like he wasn’t ready to fling Yoongi to the floor and beg to be fucked until he had rug burns on his knees.
“Fine,” Yoongi said. “But now I need to change. Carry me.”
Jungkook laughed and nodded. He swooped in for one more kiss and then scooped Yoongi into his arms and carried him into the bedroom and onto the bed.
“Clean me up,” Yoongi demanded and lay back on the bed with his arms and legs spread. HIs shirt lifted up, baring a large swath of pale, flat tummy that Jungkook wanted to touch.
So Jungkook touched, sliding a hand around the soft skin and then up his shirt.
Yoongi moaned, hips rising from the bed, body arching into the touch. Jungkook wrapped his other arm around Yoongi’s back, using both to secure Yoongi a foot off the bed and kiss his breath away again.
“Kook, Kook,” Yoongi tried and then smacked his shoulder. “Stop it. You’re the one that said no.”
Jungkook smiled at him and nodded. “Sorry, not sorry.”
“Cute, not cute.”
“I’m always cute.”
Yoongi grumbled. “Shut up, you brat. Clean me up.”
Jungkook kissed him again and then pushed up to his knees. He put his hands on the band of the soiled boxers and then stopped and waited a moment, taking a deep breath. He pulled at them, Yoongi lifting his hips to get them off, and he tried his best to keep his eyes on Yoongi’s face and failed.
Yoongi was so pretty, everything about him pale and white. Except his dick that flushed a shade of pink. There was a small smattering of blonde hair around his dick and Jungkook brushed his fingers through it, ignoring the mess and Yoongi’s sharp intake of breath.
“Am I using my mouth to clean you up?” Jungkook asked, bringing a finger to his mouth to suck clean.
Yoongi whined and covered his face with his hands. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, but he did not probest.
Jungkook held himself up with his hands by Yoongi’s waist and lowered his head. He licked up a stripe of come along his hip first, and then closer to his cock that twitched in interest. He moved around the soft skin of his stomach, bypassing the worst of the mess on his dick and went down his smooth thighs. Yoongi’s toned muscles twitched under his tongue, and Jungkook gave into temptation and sank his teeth into the skin, sucking harder than necessary. Yoongi yowled, fingers carding into his hair and pulling. Again, he wasn’t stopped, so Jungkook did the same on the other thigh, following the wet salty lines of his come and then sucking a hicky into the sensitive inner curve.
Yoongi’s cock was hard as a rock again, his breath gasping in the room. Jungkook lowered his head and sucked on his balls first, burying his nose into the crease of thigh and groin. Yoongi whimpered louder, something that sounded like his name, and then Jungkook licked up his shaft to the crown and lapped at the slit still seeping fluid.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Yoongi gasped and his cock pulsed more mess onto his stomach below his belly button.
Jungkook licked it up, sucking harshly and leaving another red mark.
“Oh, god, please, please.”
Jungkook feigned innocence. “Please what?”
“Oh fuck you,” Yoongi said. “Suck on my dick.”
“I thought we were--”
Yoongi lifted his head and glared at him, but with his cheeks red and his blues eyes blown wide with pleasure, it wasn’t very threatening.
“Okay, okay,” Jungkook said with a grin. “I’ll suck on your dick.”
Yoongi flung himself backwards with a growl. “If you weren’t so cute ...” He broke off into more grumbles.
Jungkook chuckled, the sound low and soft against the head of Yoongi’s dick. He licked at it again before using his mouth to lift it up. He slid Yoongi all the way into his mouth, pausing with his nose pressed into his stomach. He sucked slow and firm, letting his cock almost fall from his mouth before sucking it right back into his throat again. He loved the way it fit in his mouth, how it was just long enough to hit the back of his throat but not gag him. He curled his tongue around on the next bob of his head, and then licked at just the head before taking it deep again.
Yoongi was gone, thrashing and lifting his hips into each movement. His fingers tangled in Jungkook’s hair and Jungkook sped up, going for fast instead of teasing. He wasn’t sure if Yoongi’s noises were in time with his movements or if Jungkook timed his movements to Yoongi’s noises.
But god, Yoongi was sexy.
Jungkook felt his cock harden in his mouth, saw the way his balls tightened up. He held Yoongi’s hips to the bed and took his dick all the way into his mouth. He just swallowed around it, tightening his mouth and throat.
Yoongi’s hands went to his forearms and his claws dug into the muscle as he shook. He screamed, the high noise falling to a lower meow while he came and flooded Jungkook’s mouth. Jungkook moaned and swallowed, sucking him through each pulse of his pleasure. God, he tasted good. Tangy like most come, but not nearly as salty. He pulled away when Yoongi’s body fell boneless to the bed.
“Fuck, Jungkookie, that felt good.”
Jungkook grinned. “Glad to be of service.”
Yoongi snorted and flung an arm over his eyes. “I ... I haven’t had a blowjob in a really long time.”
“Anytime you want one, just ask.”
Yoongi moved his arm and opened one eye. “Then you won’t be doing anything else for the rest of your life and that isn’t fair to Taehyung.”
Jungkook laughed. “Probably not.”
“Are you going to let me return the favor this time?”
Shaking his head, Jungkook said, “Nope,” snapping the ‘p’ and climbed off the bed.”I’m going to clean you up and get you dressed and we’re going to go register you.”
“Fine, fine. But I owe you one.”
Jungkook winked at him. “I have no problems cashing in on that. But later.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
>(^o^)<
Yoongi felt uncomfortable in all the clothes that Jungkook insisted he wear. Including shoes. Actual shoes. Luckily his feet were too small for Jungkook’s sneakers, so he was wearing slip ons. But he was also in shorts, with boxers, and a long-sleeved T-shirt. Jungkook wanted him to wear a sweater because it was cold, but it wasn’t cold and Jungkook was just being overprotective.
Fortunately most of the clothes were black, so he wouldn’t really stand out. Or so he thought.
He’d also forgotten about the choker until they were downstairs and walking by the salon. They heard the screech from beyond the glass almost at the same time that the door opened and let the banshee of a cat through it.
Yoongi tried to hide behind Jungkook, but the cat just followed him around and took his hand and dragged him into the salon amid a clamouring of words that Yoongi tried to comprehend.
“Oh my god, are you Suga? I mean of course you’re Suga, look how cute you are, and Jin-hyung said you were cute, and Joonie said you smelled so good, like cotton and hemp, and he was right, you smell so good, and wow, you’re so short and cute, and Jungkookie is so lucky, and oh my god, is that his choker you’re wearing? It is so cute. Fuck, is his lip swollen? Is that a bite? I need to hear that story right now. Jin-hyung said you weren’t fucking yet but Jungkook smells like spunk and like you a little, and wow, that’s really soon, god, you’re cute--”
“Hobi, shut up,” another voice said.
And Yoongi glanced over at someone cutting hair. It was the same man who had waved to Jungkook on their first day. He didn’t look much taller than Yoongi and his hair was orange, laying over his forehead in a soft wave. He wore a soft looking white T-shirt, ripped up blue jeans and a black apron.
The cat pouted over at the man, but did as he was told and shut up. For about two seconds.
“Sorry, Jimin-ie, I’m just excited to meet Suga finally. I was sleeping when Jin and Joon went to visit him and they left without me!”
The man smiled at Yoongi warmly and said, “Sorry. Hobi is excitable.”
Jungkook snorted next to him. “Yeah. That’s a good way to put it.”
The cat, Hobi, pouted, crossed his arms and sank down onto the floor. He was wearing khaki shorts and a green button up shirt that matched his eyes. His hair was a deep red, almost like blood, that matched really well with his darker skin. His tail and ears were brown and white striped. He picked up his tail and played with it.
“I was just excited,” Hobi said.
And Yoongi wanted to reassure him, see him smile again. He smelled like ... well, he sort of smelled like summer, like hot summer sun and lemons. Or something citrusy. Yoongi really liked it. He took a deep breath and walked over to him and noted with a mental pout that even sitting Hobi’s face was almost even with his. He was really tall. He held out his hand and said, “Hi. My name is Min Yoongi. They may have met me first, but I didn’t tell them my name.”
And Hobi looked at him with a shocked and then smiled and took his hand and said, “Yoongi! Hi! My name is Jung Hoseok, but everyone calls me Hobi or J-Hope or just Hope.”
“Just Hope, cute.”
“Yah! Not like that!” He laughed loudly.
Yoongi covered his mouth and giggled.
Hobi kept ahold of his other hand and brought it up to his nose. “You really do smell good, like cotton and grass and ... and flowers, though that’s probably TaeTae.”
Yoongi didn’t really know what he smelled like, but he liked the idea of cotton. It was a very subtle smell. Kind of like Jungkook’s.
“It’s so nice to meet you finally,” Hobi continued, patting his hand. Yoongi didn’t try to pull it away. “Joon-ie was right, though, you’re so adorable. I really like your white fur, you don’t see that often in cats. So where are you two going? Is Jungkook taking you out on a date?”
Yoongi blushed and based on Jungkook’s noise of protest, he probably did too.
“N-no, he’s taking me to get me registered.”
“Ooh!” Hobi’s eyes widened. “Wow, that’s a huge step! I wouldn’t let Jiminie register me for weeks!”
“And god that was expensive,” Jimin said.
“Shut up, you said it was fine.”
“It is, love. I would have waited a year or never. I told you that.”
Hobi nodded. “He and Seokjin-ie were so nice to us. Still are. Most of the time anyway. Sometimes they won’t let me come for what feels like hours.”
“Hobi,” Jimin warned. “Customer.”
“Sorry! So,” Hobi said and tugged on Yoongi’s hand. It was shocking enough that Yoongi ended up on his knees and almost falling into Hobi’s body. But Hobi steadied him with a hand and then both of his hands were in Yoongi’s hair. “Are you going to let ChimChim style your hair? It’s kinda messy. When was the last time you got it cut? Oh my god, you’d look so good with blue hair. Jimin-ie! Dye his hair blue!”
Yoongi spluttered, trying to push him away.
Jimin laughed at them, and Yoongi was rescued finally by Jungkook, who physically picked him up and let him twist around and cling to his back.
Hobi pouted. “I wanted to cuddle.”
“Maybe later. We’re going to go now, but we’ll be back after he’s registered.”
“Make sure you use Jin-hyung and me as references!” Jimin shouted.
“I will!”
“I’m going to miss you, Suga!” Hobi said and bounced up to his feet. He patted Yoongi’s head and kissed his cheek. “You’re so cute!”
Yoongi hid his face in Jungkook’s shoulder and grumbled.
Jungkook quickly stepped away from him and headed for the door. They shouted goodbyes at them and Yoongi caught sight of Hobi waving through the window as they walked down the sidewalk. Yoongi lifted a hand to wave back and couldn’t help but smile at the way Hobi’s face lit up.
Even with all the people an the cars and the noise of the city, it was quieter on the street. Thankfully.
Jungkook chuckled a few minutes later and shifted Yoongi on his back. “Sorry about that. I should have warned you about Hobi.”
“He’s fun.”
“Yes, but a handful. Only Jimin can get him to behave and that usually requires a gag, a cock ring, and ropes of some sort.”
“Like you’re any better.”
“I am,” Jungkook said with a huff. “I don’t talk when I’m told not to talk. I don’t need a gag.”
“I think you’d look pretty in a gag, though.”
He felt Jungkook’s neck warm up where he had his cheek pressed into it.
“Shut up,” he mumbled.
Yoongi laughed and kissed the back of his neck. “You are really well behaved, but you know, it’s okay to ask for what you want too, right? Just last night, I could tell you were holding back that you wanted more, that’s why I bit you, I knew you wanted it but were too afraid to ask, and maybe you don’t need to be so all the time.”
Jungkook was quiet for a while and then he said, “Taehyung tells me that too, but I don’t ... He isn’t really comfortable with everything that I like. And I don’t mind doing what he wants. I like making him happy, and if he does something I don’t like, I do my best to tell him. But that rarely happens. He’s not ... not always firm enough. He doesn’t like the pain outside of a spanking. But he’s so good to me. He really is.”
“He mentioned an ex-boyfriend.”
Jungkook cleared his throat, hands tightening on Yoongi’s legs. “Kwon Dohyung. Taehyung said he never really loved me, but I think ... I think he’s wrong. We just weren’t what the other needed and I ... Taehyung says I have a hard time talking about him because he hurt me. I guess he did, but not in the way Taehyung thinks.”
“Sometimes an outsider can see things more clearly than those involved.”
“Yeah. But Taehyung is biased because he’s always loved me. I don’t think he’s an outsider. He hates Dohyung, but I don’t. I still see him sometimes and we’re on okay terms. Taehyung thinks he physically abused me and is mad that I didn’t go to the cops.”
“Did he?” Yoongi asked.
Silence fell between them again.
When Jungkook spoke again, his voice was even softer and Yoongi had to twist an ear to hear him clearly. “Dohyung introduced me to toys and bondage and ... and ... he taught me to explore things outside of the norm. He wasn’t violent, not really, but it was really hard to please him. He ... nothing I ever did seemed good enough for him, and he started telling me when I could leave the apartment and he said I wasn’t allowed to hang out with Taehyung without his permission. He started getting obsessive and Taehyung-ie says that’s not my fault, but I ... I never felt like I was good enough for him. He smacked me once, outside of sex, outside of punishment. I haven’t told Taehyung that. But I told Seokjin, and Seokjin helped me realize that he was trying to control me.”
“What happened when you broke up?”
“Dohyung cried and apologized and said he didn’t mean to hit me and ... well, that may have been true, because we still dated for months after that and he never hit me again outside of the bedroom, but it wasn’t the reason I left. So no, he didn’t abuse me. Not physcially. Everything in the bedroom was consensual, and he was really great about acknowledging my safeword if I ever used it. I left because he was too controlling and he started looking at my phone messages and he got upset when I sent anyone but him selcas.”
“Yeah, that doesn’t sound good or healthy.”
“No, and he didn’t listen to me when I tried to explain. He just thought I was talking about in the bedroom. I tried to give him a chance, but he didn’t really change. He was less intense during sex but then he started trying to get me to move in with him so he could watch me all the time.”
“How long did you date?”
“Almost two years. I was just barely eighteen when we met, and he was my first adult boyfriend, my first real, serious boyfriend. I really was thinking about moving in with him, but I had so much school work and I needed to focus on that, and he didn’t think I needed to be in school at all because he could support me.”
“I just realized that I don’t know how old you are.”
Jungkook laughed. “I’m twenty-one. Taehyung is twenty-three.”
“So after Dohyung?”
Jungkook shook his head. “Nothing after that. Nothing more than one night stands and me experimenting. I got too involved in a club, and not one of the good ones. But I was used to the pain and the abuse. In the club it was abuse, but it was so gradual that I didn’t really get it. Not until ...”
“Taehyung.”
“Yeah, Taehyung. I told you before that one night we just started making out on my couch. But then he told me, after we avoided each other for a long three days, that he was everything that I needed, that he could show me what was safe and healthy submission, and that he’d help me and ... I didn’t really think anything was wrong with what I was used to.”
“And now?”
Jungkook shrugged. “Well, now, I know that I love him and he’s my best friend, and I’m really lucky that I also get to call him my boyfriend and my lover. I just wish ... well, he’s enough because I love him.”
Yoongi let silence fall between them for a while again, and then he said, with his lips against Jungkook’s ears so it was a quiet whisper. “Your ex was treating you the way cats are treated in the best circumstances.”
Jungkook nodded quickly. “I know that. I know that you guys are abused. I’ve always known that and I’ve never wanted a cat before and I’ve always supported Taehyung’s rallies and signed his petitions and voted for hybrid rights.”
“It’s worse for us though. It’s perfectly legal to fuck a kitten, it’s perfectly legal to tie a hybrid up and deny it food and water, it’s perfectly legal to bloody a hybrid up whenever you want, and it’s perfectly legal to beat one within an inch of its life. The only thing not legal is to kill one and you can still get away with that if you claim it was self defense.”
“Yeah. I know. It’s why Taehyung is so adamant about helping. Did you know he wants to be a lawyer? He wants to help hybrids.”
“Wow, I never would have guessed he’d do that.”
“Most people find it shocking. But he’s really smart and really passionate. He gave up a full scholarship for fashion design to study something that will give him a better shot at law school.”
“He is really good for you.”
“For us,” Jungkook said and leaned his head back to rub against Yoongi’s. “He’s good for us, and you’re good for us, too, you know? Taehyung-ie and I both really like you.”
“I gathered that.”
“Don’t be sarcastic. I’m serious.”
“Me too. You’ve been ... really good.”
Jungkook huffed. “That’s not what I mean.”
“But it’s still true.”
When Jungkook shifted him again, Yoongi told him that he could walk.
“I know, but I like carrying you.”
“I can walk, but I don’t like to, but you’re already sore from last night, don’t think I didn't hear you groan when you were sitting on the couch earlier. You made me wear these god awful shoes for this exact reason. Put me down. I’ll walk.”
Jungkook grumbled, but he obeyed, settling Yoongi down.
Yoongi adjusted his clothes and then took Jungkook’s hand without looking at him and walked, almost dragging Jungkook with him for a few steps. He caught up easily and then readjusted their hands, fingers entwining. He squeezed and smiled and Yoongi fought back another blush.
>(^o^)<
Jungkook was nervous as they stepped into the Hybrid Services office. Yoongi’s grip tightened in his hand and he stopped suddenly to take a deep breath. His nose wrinkled, not liking what he smelled.
“Okay?” Jungkook asked.
Yoongi nodded. “Smells like ... too much. it’s gross.”
Jungkook smiled and used his other hand to pat his head.
There were other people sitting with their hybrids on metal chairs. A woman sat behind a counter. She tapped on a computer, asking the man in front of the counter a series of questions. Near the door was a machine with a sign that said, “Please take a number.”
Jungkook took the white slip sticking from it. Number 85.
The electronic sign above the woman said, “Now Serving 79.”
Jungkook sighed and headed to the chairs. There was only one empty one and he sat down first and let Yoongi climb into his lap. His face went right to his neck and he breathed in deeply. He was shaking slightly.
“You okay?” Jungkook whispered.
“Yeah, just ... bad memories.”
Jungkook looked around and decided not to ask. There was another cat hybrid near them sitting on the floor, the collar too tight on his neck and the leash pulled taut, keeping the cat pressed against his owner’s legs. A dog hybrid curled up on the cold metal floor, only a small pair of shorts keeping him modest. The man at the counter had what looked like a hamster or mouse hybrid. The girl’s eyes were wide with fear, darting from one cat to another. Every time she tried to hide, the man tugged on her ear sharply and told her to hold still.
Jungkook didn’t bother to look at the others. He wrapped his arms around his cat and let Yoongi soak in his warmth where he could.
After the fourth loud voice reprimanding a hybrid for something, Jungkook had enough. He took out his phone and his earbuds and put both of them in Yoongi’s ears and went to his music to play hip-hop songs that Yoongi seemed to like. Jungkook went to his Tetris game app, silenced all the sounds, and played to keep himself occupied.
Lips pressed against his ear and a soft voice whispered, “Thank you.”
Jungkook blushed.
“Why don’t you have a collar and tag for him, young man?” a voice demanded next to him.
Jungkook turned to the person sitting next to him, an older woman with a cat that was obviously sick sitting at her feet.
Jungkook swallowed and said, “I just got him three days ago. I haven’t had a chance to get a collar for him yet.”
“Do you have proof of that?”
“Of course. That’s why I’m here. To register him.”
“Well, let’s see it.”
“Are you a Hybrid Services official?”
“Of course not.”
“Then I don’t have to prove anything to you.”
The woman sniffed at him and dragged her poor cat away when the man with the mouse finally left the counter.
“I no longer want this animal,” she said, and Jungkook winced at her tone.
But it was the mouse he focused on, the poor girl who was trying not to cry while being dragged through the room. Jungkook tried to smile at her, but that only scared her more and she eeped and tripped and the man stopped, kicked her in the side, and dragged her out of the office.
Jungkook shut his eyes and was so very thankful that Taehyung wasn’t there.
Taehyung had gotten into more than one fist fight over someone’s treatment of their hybrid.
The woman argued with the worker for a long time before she finally just dropped the leash on the floor and stalked out of the office with a good riddance.
In the silence of the office, the cat coughed, curling into himself.
The worker sighed and hit a button on her desk. A buzzing echoed through the office. A metal door opened and a man in a Hybrid Services green uniform walked out.
“This hybrid is now considered abandoned,” the woman said.
The cat whimpered and silent tears fell down his cheeks.
The man frowned, but approached the cat and squatted in front of it. The cat tried to scoot away, but his body was wracked with coughs again.
The man reached over and picked him up, more gently than Jungkook was expecting. He whispered to it, and all Jungkook heard was, “Let’s get you ready for another family, okay?”
But he doubted that would happen. If the cat was too sick, the government wouldn’t waste resources on getting him healthy. At least he had this last bit of comfort with the man.
Jungkook shut his eyes and tried not to cry, too. It really wasn’t fair.
Fortunately, no one else tried to yell at him about Yoongi not having a collar and the others in front of him were more civil to both the woman and their pets. Comparatively speaking.
When it was finally Jungkook’s turn, he picked Yoongi up and let the cat wrap arms and legs around his torso, he didn’t bother removing the earbuds and he walked up to the counter and tried to smile.
The woman smiled back. “What can I help you with today?”
Jungkook set the envelope of papers on the counter and said, “I bought Suga a few days ago and I have to register him.”
The woman took the papers and typed in his registration number. “Min Yoongi, Pet name, Suga, date of birth, March 9, 1993. He’s pretty old for a cat.”
“I don’t mind,” Jungkook said quickly.
The woman shrugged. “He is not up to date on his vaccinations; you need to go to a vet and have that done within a week or you’ll be fined.”
Jungkook nodded. He hadn’t known that. He doubted Yoongi had known that.
“In 2014, Suga was returned to Hybrid Services for a brief time after an altercation with an owner where the owner had a broken hand.”
Jungkook’s eyes went wide.
“He also has a series of complaints in his file about his temperament and scratches, and one adoption agency had him in solitary confinement for a few months because he wouldn’t stop fighting with the other animals and the visitors.”
Jungkook swallowed and tried his best to make it look like this was not all new information to him. He hadn’t read the records that Taehyung had brought.
The woman didn’t say anything for a long time, just stared at Jungkook.
“After hearing this and knowing that he has,” she looked her computer screen, “six pages of complaints ranging from foul language to violent behavior, are you still willing to register him?”
Jungkook snorted at her and grinned. “Some people’s complaints are another person’s favorite things, I guess.”
She looked down at his arms, at the pinprick scratches, and then focused on his lips, on the bite that still stung a bit.
“I like Suga just how he is,” Jungkook said firmly.
“It’s your sanity,” she said. “I need your identification and the forty-dollar registration fee.”
“I thought it was twenty-five.”
“It is for a new pet with a new owner. Suga is definitely not a new pet.”
Jungkook did not really care about the money. He’d pay a hundred if he had to.
The woman took his ID and entered in all the information, asking him if it was all accurate. Then she asked for two references and an emergency contact. Jungkook gave her Jimin and Seokjin-hyungs for the former and Taehyung for the latter, though he really doubted they’d ever be called.
As soon as he’d paid (adding ten dollars in response to a “Will you donate to help a homeless hybrid?” question), the woman gave him a slip of pink paper. “You have three days to get him a tag. This slip of paper is proof of you owning him until then. I’ve added an updated information sheet into the system and printed a new one for you to put with your files. Whoever had him before you was not good at keeping his paperwork updated.”
“The pet shop is under investigation right now,” Jungkook said.
“Good. Assholes like him make my job harder. I can see you’re a sweet boy, Jeon Jungkook-shi, and I really hope I don’t see you in here in a month giving him up. Don’t say I didn’t warn you about this one.”
Jungkook smiled and bowed. “I like him a lot, so don’t worry. Maybe we’ll come say hi.”
The woman returned the smile, more genuine than before. “I’d like that. Have a nice day.”
Jungkook bowed again and turned to leave the office. He waited until he was half a block away before stopping and setting Yoongi on the ground. He took out the earbuds.
“All done?”
“Yep,” Jungkook said, “but your vaccinations are out of date and you have to go see a vet, and I have three days to get you a tag and a collar.”
Yoongi made a face at the “vet” comment.
“If you’re still feeling up to it, we can go find you a collar. Taehyung knows of a hybrid supply store that donates a quarter of their profits to hybrid rights campaigns.”
Yoongi smiled. “Yeah, I’m okay.”
Jungkook took his hand. “Okay. Let’s go.”
>(^o^)<
The pet supply store was far enough away that they took a cab. After the first lewd comment in Yoongi’s direction about accepting other forms of payment than cash, Jungkook let Yoongi use his headphones again and forcefully declined the offer.
Yoongi didn’t mind. He’d paid cab drivers that way before, but he no longer had to do that and wasn’t that weird?
The store was small, squished between a juice bar and a vintage clothing boutique. Definitely the hipster area of the city.
“Taehyung’s store is just a down the street from here. We can go visit him if you want.”
Yoongi smiled up at Jungkook. “I’d like that.”
Jungkook held the door open for Yoongi and followed him in. The smell of cherry incense hit his nose and Yoongi coughed.
“Welcome to Pets Come First.”
Yoongi snorted at that name, and Jungkook nudged him with an elbow, his cheeks going pink, because he obviously caught the innuendo in it too.
The woman approached them with a wide smile. She was dressed in clothes very befitting of Taehyung. Loose and organic with lots of necklaces and rings on her fingers.
“Aren’t you just adorable?” she said and reached for Yoongi’s head.
He hissed on instinct and hid behind Jungkook.
The woman only laughed. “Sorry about that.”
Jungkook reached behind him and laid a hand on Yoongi’s waist. “It’s okay. He’s still new. I just bought him.”
The woman frowned and tittered at him. “Young man, here we say that you just became flatmates or friends.”
Jungkook blushed and stammered an apology.
“Just don’t do it again. It’s a nasty practice but a necessary one and we do our best to make it as painless for your companion as possible. So you need a collar and a tag?”
Jungkook nodded.
The woman showed them the shelves of collars and a small rack of tags.
“We can resize most of our collars if you need to,” she said. “Just let me know when you’re ready.”
Jungkook thanked her and bowed.
Yoongi didn’t do either. He appreciated her sentiments and everything, about hybrid rights, but if she was really sincere, she wouldn’t have called him cute and tried to pet him like an animal when she first saw him. And she wouldn’t be selling collars and leashes and costumes. There was even a curtained off section that had a 18+ sign on it that probably held sex toys.
“What color do you want?”
Yoongi didn’t even know. He looked at all of them, most of them were black, brown, or gray in various material including leather, vinyl and cotton. His last collar had been red, so he definitely didn't want a red one.
The colorful collars were near the end of the aisle and set up in a rainbow. His eyes were immediately drawn to the blue ones. Most were obviously synthetic dyed material, with plastic latches and hoops. He didn’t really like them. But then his eyes caught another one, hanging about midway on the shelf. He reached for it, stopped and then touched it.
Actual braided suede, dyed in a slate blue. There was a hoop on it and a thin metal ring for a tag.
“Do you like that one?” Jungkook whispered.
Yoongi bit his lip and said, “Didn’t Taehyung say you had a choker like this?”
Jungkook swallowed, a blush rising on his cheek. “M-maybe.”
Yoongi bit back a laugh. “I ... I like it, but ...”
“But what?”
“It’s too expensive.”
“No, it’s not,” Jungkook said immediately. “If you like that one, then we’ll get that one. Do you want to try it on?”
Yoongi swallowed rougly and nodded. “Yes, I do.”
Jungkook sank down to his knees and bit his lower lip while he removed the choker. Yoongi watched his eyes, couldn’t look at anything else while his skin felt so exposed and he was so nervous.
Jungkook looped the blue suede around his neck. The ring was cold as was the metal clasp on the other side. Turned in a cross, the two pieces slid together and then locked in place with a click.
“Too tight?” Jungkook murmured and slipped his fingers underneath the leather.
Yoongi shook his head. “No-no. It’s okay.”
“Feels okay. It might tighten more though. You’re still really skinny and you might gain some weight.”
“Maybe, but I’ve always been small.”
Jungkook looked around. “Hm, they don’t have a mirror.” He took out his phone and went to the camera app to let Yoongi look at himself, ears twitching in anticipation.
The collar lay just above his collarbones. The blue suede was braided along its length with the three ends individually tied to both sides of the hoop, showing off small triangles of his pale skin. The hoop in the front lay almost perfectly around his adams apple, and the leather tied to the hoop didn’t chafe when he moved his head. The blue matched his skin and fur really well, and his eyes ... his eyes looked bluer and wider, but maybe that was because he was happier. The braided leather felt really nice against his skin, and he smiled widely over at Jungkook and nodded. “I like it.”
Jungkook hooked his fingers through the hoop on the front and winked. “Me, too.”
Yoongi shut his eyes and tilted his head back and purred.
Chuckling, Jungkook stood up and patted his head. “Let’s pick out a tag.”
The tags came in all shapes and colors too, everything from pawprints to plain circles and squares and flowers and suns.
Yoongi let his eyes rove over the display and then stopped and stared with wide eyes. Near the top was a blue music note. It was a brighter blue than the collar and didn’t really match. Before he could get disappointed, he noticed the white note next to it. He pointed to it, and Jungkook laughed.
“That’s the first one I saw too.” Jungkook took it off the shelf and rubbed it between his fingers. “It’s going to be really pretty on you. Do you want to look at anything else in the store?”
Yoongi shook his head. Yoongi didn’t need food from here. Some humans did not believe in feeding their pets human food. Hyunjoong had been one of those and Yoongi ate so much shit from a can that he didn’t even want to be close to it. And he definitely didn’t need a bed. Before, Yoongi would have given anything to have a soft bed or a blanket, but he didn't need one anymore, now that he’d commandeered Jungkook’s chair and that green blanket.
Jungkook didn’t even bother stopping at the racks of leashes. He smiled down at Yoongi and said, “If I want to keep you close, I’ll just carry you around.”
Yoongi wanted to grumble at that, but it was really true, and he’d let Jungkook carry him all over the place.
There wasn’t much else to look at beyond the closed off area and costumes, but Yoongi had no desire to go there. He already had his own pretty amazing sex toy. He smiled and leaned into Jungkook’s side.
Jungkook put his arm around his waist and they headed to the front where the woman stood waiting for them.
“Are you all ready?”
Jungkook nodded and then his eyes went wide. “Shit, sorry. I forgot to take the collar off him to pay for it.”
The woman laughed. “That’s okay. Keep it on. You can just cut off the price tag.” She hande Jungkook scissors an Yoongi turned his head so he could snip off the little plastic ring that held the paper price tag.
“Nice choice on the tag too,” she said. “It’s not very popular so it will really be unique. Do you want me to engrave it?”
“Sure,” Jungkook said.
“What would you like on it?”
Jungkook glanced down at Yoongi. “Do you want it to say Suga or...”
Yoongi bit his lip and nodded. “Yeah, I’d rather that.”
Jungkook nodded and turned to the woman. “His name, my phone number, and--”
“Darling,” Yoongi whispered.
Jungkook looked down at him. “What?”
“On ... on the other side,” he said, hiding his face away from the woman and from Jungkook. And well, from himself too. He knew he was blushing. “Darling. On the other side.”
Jungkook ran his hands through his hair and said, “Of course.” He cleared his throat. “If that’s what you want.”
Yoongi nodded against his shoulder.
“Darling?” the woman said, trying to keep the judgement out of her voice.
Yoongi stiffened, but Jungkook smiled and said, “It’s what our boyfriend calls him. Well, us. He calls us his darlings.”
“Oh,” she said, her smile returning. “That is really sweet.”
“It is.” Jungkook’s fingers scratched Yoongi’s hair and it calmed him down, let him concentrate on something other than his racing heart.
Jungkook wrote down everything he wanted on the tag. Yoongi picked a font that wasn’t too boring and wasn’t too flowery, and the woman took it to the back with her. Kneeling, Jungkook cupped Yoongi’s face and pressed a firm kiss to his lips. “Will you please stop being so fucking adorable?”
Yoongi stuck his tongue out at him.
Laughing, Jungkook kissed him again and stayed kneeling, running his fingers along the new collar. “Don’t you fucking dare tell Taehyung I said this, but you look really hot in a collar.”
Yoongi laughed and said, “I bet you do too.”
The woman returned before Yoongi could do something scandoulous like suck Jungkook’s dick in the middle of the store. She held out the tag to Jungkook who immediately gave it to Yoongi.
The metal felt warm on his skin. The letters were engraved in the white metal, showing black underneath.
One pet name he mostly hated on one side and another that he loved on the other. He swallowed roughly and then gave it back to Jungkook.
Jungkook’s hands shook a little while he attached the tag to the collar.
“Thank you very much for your purchase,” the woman said. “I hope you two, sorry, you three. I hope you three are very happy together.”
“Thank you,” Jungkook said.
Yoongi didn’t trust his voice to say anything so he waved to the woman who waved back and they left the store.
“Are you hungry?” Jungkook whispered, rubbing at his skin of his hand with his thumb.
Yoongi shook his head. “Not yet. Are we going to see Taehyung?”
Jungkook smiled. “Sure. You want to walk?”
“Yeah, I will.”
They walked slowly down the street, Yoongi glad that Jungkook knew his mood and let him stay close to his side.
The store Taehyung worked in was nestled between a small cafe and bakery, and another clothing boutique. The name of it was “Obsidian Wonders.”
Yoongi snorted.
“Yeah, really corny.” Jungkook opened the door.
Immediately, Yoongi was hit with a strong scent of incense. It had him gagging.
“Welcome to Obsi--Jungkook-ie!”
Yoongi just barely saw the whirlwind that was Taehyung fly through the store in his red harem pants and white tunic shirt. He picked Jungkook up and spun him around in a circle.
“What are you doing here?”
Jungkook couldn’t answer right away because Taehyung kissed him. “I took Suga to get him registered.”
Taehyung glanced down at him and then hugged him as well. “Good. I’m so happy that you’re safe now. And what is this?” He pulled away, eyes widening at the collar. He hooked his fingers through the hoop. “Jungko--”
“Don’t get mad,” Yoongi said. “I picked it out.”
“It’s gorgeous, why would I get mad?” And then he fingered the tag and Yoongi bit his lip, watching Taehyung’s face when he flipped the tag over and read what was on the other side.
“Oh, darling,” he whispered. “That’s ...”
Yoongi let out a breath in relief. He hadn’t been sure if Taehyung would be upset or not.
“Fuck, but now ...” He cupped Yoongi’s face and looked at him closely. And Taehyung’s eyes were shimmering. “This isn’t fair because I want to kiss you so hard right now.”
Yoongi laughed and nodded. He gripped Taehyung’s wrist and leaned into his lips. Taehyung met him half way with a surprised gasp. His kiss was different than Jungkook’s, less timid and more demanding. Yoongi gave up control of it quickly, moaning in appreciation to the way that Taehyung could make him wobble without even using his tongue. Just his lips and the hand on the back of his neck, fingers still curled in the collar.
“You look so pretty, darling.”
Yoongi smiled and fought for breath to say, “Thanks.”
“We bought it at the shop just down the street, so we thought that you’d appreciate seeing it in person rather than a selca.”
“And I do. Fuck, I do.” Taehyung rubbed Yoongi’s cheeks with his thumbs. “This still feels like it’s all spiraling faster than it should, but god, if I’m not excited for the ride.”
Yoongi nodded. “Same, especially after the blowjob this morning.”
Taehyung laughed. “It was rather nice.”
“So was the other one,” Yoongi said.
Taehyung’s eyes went wide. “Other one?”
Yoongi nodded, eyes as innocent as he could make them when he said, “Jungkook-ie is so good with his mouth.”
Taehyung glared up at Jungkook. “What are you doing to our cat?”
“Nothing that he didn’t want. Sheesh, Suga, tell him it was your fault.”
“It wasn’t. It was your muscles,” and he reached over and squeezed his thigh, too close to his crotch. “First pressed against that washboard stomach of yours and then after you carried me to bed. I can’t help but get excited when you carry me all over the place.”
Jungkook grumbled something and walked away from them.
Yoongi covered his mouth with his hand and said, “It was mostly my fault. He kept trying to get ready to go and I just kept trying to get an orgasm.”
“Sounds about right. Are you guys going to hang out for a little while longer? I get off soon. We can go to dinner.”
“That sounds good. It’s been kind of a rough day.”
>(^o^)<
Part 7: I've Got You. You're Okay.
Part 5: Slow. Go Slow.
Part 4: You Two Are Gross
Part 3: Spoil My Fun
Part 2: Cold Shower. Ice, Ice Cold.
Part 1: Taehyung Was Going To Kill Him
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Pairing: Taehyung/Yoongi/Jungkook, Seokjin/Jimin/Namjoon/Hobi (BTS)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I haven't yet decided if I'm still borrowing these guys or if they own my soul yet. I mean, who am I kidding, really? Especially Yoongi. He can own me whenever he wants even if I can't own him or his members.
Genre: catboy!Yoongi, catboy!Namjoon, catboy!Hobi
Warning: praise kink, muscle kink, a fair bit of dom/sub elements, and toys. lots of sappy fluff too.
Summary: Min Yoongi has a new owner. His new owner has a boyfriend. Between them and with them, Yoongi feels like he's losing himself. And Jungkook isn't too sure what to do with Yoongi even if Taehyung has already decided. Maybe together they can heal, grow, and fall in love.
Part 6:
A/N: Still can't get the D ... on my keyboard to work.
Friday afternoon ...
Jungkook sank down onto the couch, head tilted on the back, and tried to relax. His body ached. Even after the long shower last night and the multiple orgasms. There were knots in his back from staying upright and tight for so long. They hadn’t bothered him until that morning when he had to stay sitting in class when all he wanted to do was lounge and sleep.
Hands slid up his thighs, and he jerked alert with a gasp to see Yoongi lifting himself into his lap. He caged him in, knees presse tight to his thighs and his hands on Jungkook’s shoulders.
Jungkook huffed and leaned back again, hands going to Yoongi’s hips.
“Welcome home,” Yoongi whispered, sliding his hands down Jungkook’s chest. His fingers lingered on the bite mark hidden under his T-shirt and he was sure the cat was smirking in satisfaction when Jungkook hissed at the sharp pain.
“How was class?”
Jungkook made a face.
“Aren’t you studying voice and singing?” Yoongi asked. “I thought you liked it.”
“I do. But my music production class isn’t going great, and I have to take business classes too to make my parents happy. It’s just been a shitty day.”
“I’m a little insulted by that,” Yoongi said and crossed his arms. “After yesterday, I’d think you’d be flying in the clouds.”
“Yesterday was perfect, and only the memories of it kept me sane.”
“That was a nice save.”
Jungkook smiled, fingers tightening on his hips.
“Are you still going to take me to be registered today?”
Jungkook finally opened his eyes. “If you want me to.”
Yoongi tilted his head in confusion, his ears and tail flicking quick to the side. “What do you mean?”
“As soon as I register you, I’m your owner. Right now ... well, right now, you don’t have an owner. Not officially. You don’t have to agree to it.”
Yoongi was silent for a long time, and Jungkook could not look away from him.
“The only time I have ever thought of running away from you is after I stepped out of the pet shop for the first time. I had a choice then. One that you gave me. Run or follow you. I followed you and I don’t regret it. I don’t think I’d ever regret it. Yes, I’m smart enough and strong enough to live on the streets as a stray. I could have left any time I wanted to. It’s not like you and Taehyung are always here. But I stayed because I want to stay. I have never, ever wanted an owner, Jungkook-ie. But you ... but with you, it’s not really like that, right? It’s more for my protection.”
“Yes, of course, it is.”
Yoongi smiled and asked, “Is it okay if I want a collar?”
“We’ll get one today if you want.”
His smile widened and he lifted a hand to Jungkook’s cheek. Jungkook leaned into it and then he froze, stopped breathing, when Yoongi moved closer. His eyes stayed open and wide as Yoongi pressed their lips together.
He probably should have reacted, but the shock held him motionless.
And Yoongi pulled away quickly, his pale cheeks flushing pink. He looked away and bit his lip. When Jungkook still did nothing more than stare at him, Yoongi tried to get up.
Jungkook didn’t know what to do, but he did know that he didn’t want Yoongi to leave, or think that he didn’t want to kiss him, so he tightened his hold, wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s waist and only hissing a little when claws dug into his forearms.
“Sorry. I’m sorry.”
Jungkook hushed him and kissed his cheek since he still had his head turned away. “Don’t, don’t, I’m sorry,” he said. “You surprised me, that’s all.”
“But it’s ... I’m sorry. Kissing is different and you’re with Taehyung and I shouldn’t have--”
Jungkook lifted a hand and covered his mouth and finally their eyes met. Jungkook smiled and didn’t move his hand even when Yoongi licked it with his rougher tongue.
“You did nothing wrong. I’m sorry. I want you to kiss me and I want to kiss you, okay? Taehyung wants to kiss you, too. But you’re right, kissing is different, so we weren’t going to assume anything. Okay?”
Yoongi’s eyes fluttered and he sagged in Jungkook’s hold. When Jungkook moved his hand, Yoongi licked his own lips and Jungkook fought the urge to kiss them. Not yet.
“I ... I just ... I wanted to kiss you yesterday, but I didn’t want it to be because of sex. And I wanted ... I didn’t want to kiss you because you’re my owner and I’m supposed to kiss you.”
“And I’m not your owner yet.”
Yoongi nodded. “Exactly. Not yet. I wanted ... I wanted to kiss you because it was my decision.”
Jungkook smiled at him and cupped his round cheeks in his hands. Yoongi’s eyes shut for a moment. “It will always be your decision. I’ll never make you do anything you don’t want to do. I promise. Yes, you’re my responsibility, but I also want us to be friends. We’re kinda doing things backwards. But that doesn’t mean I’m not enjoying it. Are you?”
Yoongi nodded quickly. “I am. I ... I like being here, and I like you and I like Taehyung and I like it. I really like it.”
“I’m glad. Can I kiss you now?”
Yoongi inhaled sharply but he nodded. Jungkook tightened his hold on Yoongi’s cheeks and leaned forward to kiss him. This time their eyes shut as their lips pressed together. Their breath was still nervous but not scared, and as soon as Jungkook softened his touch, Yoongi tilted his head to press closer and their lips parted in a second kiss and then a third and a fourth, tongues brushing on the fifth. And then everything sank into one long kiss with no beginning or end to their mouths. Yoongi’s sharp teeth caught on Jungkook’s lower lip, surging him into a deeper kiss at the scraping sensation, and Jungkook’s hands went to his ass, gripping one cheek tightly and sliding his hand up Yoongi’s tail.
Yoongi yowled at the touch and he pushed forward, flush against Jungkook’s body. His hands slid up Jungkook’s arms and shoulders and into his soft hair.
Jungkook let him take control, let him roll his body against his in the same timing as their kiss. Yoongi’s tongue was a rough contrast to what Jungkook was used to, but the feel of it on the roof of his mouth, along his lips, against his own tongue, had Jungkook shivering in pleasure. He’d heard more than once from Jin-hyung about how good a cat tongue felt on his dick, but he didn’t think it could have been much different. Except for now he knew. And now he wanted to find out.
But this probably wasn’t the time to ask for a blowjob. He’d already had one anyway.
Yoongi suddenly broke their kiss, panting against his lips. But his hips were still moving, he was still sliding his erection against Jungkook’s stomach.
Jungkook’s eyes widened. Shit, Yoongi was about to come, just from a few minutes of kissing. And Jungkook did not mind that at all, didn’t mind helping him along and letting Yoongi use his body for pleasure. He gripped Yoongi’s ass more tightly and captured his lips in a kiss again, taking control. He tightened his abs as much as he could and rocked his hips up into Yoongi’s thigh.
Yoongi yowled against his lips, muttering something that sounded like, “want you, want you, want you,” but Jungkook wasn’t sure if that was his own imagination and desires.
Because he wanted, fuck yes, he wanted.
When Yoongi came, he bit down on Jungkook’s lip, body shaking. His claws dug into Jungkook’s shoulders as his thrusts came stuttering to a stop. Jungkook moaned, licking at his lip and Yoongi’s mouth. It tasted like blood, and Jungkook shivered.
“Shit,” Yoongi whispered. “Shit. Shit. Shit.” He touched Jungkook’s bleeding lip.
Jungkook sucked it into his mouth and tried not to smile. “It’s fine, shut up.”
Yoongi sagged into him with a heavy breath. His tail waved lazily behind them. When his knees spread and his body lowered more into Jungkook’s lap, he suddenly sat straight up.
“Fuck, what about you?” He scooted back on his knees and reached for Jungkook’s erection trapped in his jeans.
Jungkook laughed and batted his hands away. “I’m fine. That was sexy as hell, though.”
Yoongi blushed. “You should ... I should ...”
“You shouldn’t do anything. I had a blowjob this morning, remember? It’s fine.”
Yoongi pouted. “But I want to suck on your dick.”
Jungkook moaned and with great difficulty shook his head. “If I let you do that, then I won’t get to register you today because I’m going to drag you to bed. And if I don’t register you today, then it’s going to have to wait until Monday because I have lessons and work tomorrow and they aren’t open over the weekend.”
Yoongi rubbed his arms. “I don’t mind.”
Jungkook smiled and pulled him close for a kiss. “I know. But it can wait.”
Yoongi’s eyes narrowed, and Jungkook tried to look like he wasn’t ready to fling Yoongi to the floor and beg to be fucked until he had rug burns on his knees.
“Fine,” Yoongi said. “But now I need to change. Carry me.”
Jungkook laughed and nodded. He swooped in for one more kiss and then scooped Yoongi into his arms and carried him into the bedroom and onto the bed.
“Clean me up,” Yoongi demanded and lay back on the bed with his arms and legs spread. HIs shirt lifted up, baring a large swath of pale, flat tummy that Jungkook wanted to touch.
So Jungkook touched, sliding a hand around the soft skin and then up his shirt.
Yoongi moaned, hips rising from the bed, body arching into the touch. Jungkook wrapped his other arm around Yoongi’s back, using both to secure Yoongi a foot off the bed and kiss his breath away again.
“Kook, Kook,” Yoongi tried and then smacked his shoulder. “Stop it. You’re the one that said no.”
Jungkook smiled at him and nodded. “Sorry, not sorry.”
“Cute, not cute.”
“I’m always cute.”
Yoongi grumbled. “Shut up, you brat. Clean me up.”
Jungkook kissed him again and then pushed up to his knees. He put his hands on the band of the soiled boxers and then stopped and waited a moment, taking a deep breath. He pulled at them, Yoongi lifting his hips to get them off, and he tried his best to keep his eyes on Yoongi’s face and failed.
Yoongi was so pretty, everything about him pale and white. Except his dick that flushed a shade of pink. There was a small smattering of blonde hair around his dick and Jungkook brushed his fingers through it, ignoring the mess and Yoongi’s sharp intake of breath.
“Am I using my mouth to clean you up?” Jungkook asked, bringing a finger to his mouth to suck clean.
Yoongi whined and covered his face with his hands. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, but he did not probest.
Jungkook held himself up with his hands by Yoongi’s waist and lowered his head. He licked up a stripe of come along his hip first, and then closer to his cock that twitched in interest. He moved around the soft skin of his stomach, bypassing the worst of the mess on his dick and went down his smooth thighs. Yoongi’s toned muscles twitched under his tongue, and Jungkook gave into temptation and sank his teeth into the skin, sucking harder than necessary. Yoongi yowled, fingers carding into his hair and pulling. Again, he wasn’t stopped, so Jungkook did the same on the other thigh, following the wet salty lines of his come and then sucking a hicky into the sensitive inner curve.
Yoongi’s cock was hard as a rock again, his breath gasping in the room. Jungkook lowered his head and sucked on his balls first, burying his nose into the crease of thigh and groin. Yoongi whimpered louder, something that sounded like his name, and then Jungkook licked up his shaft to the crown and lapped at the slit still seeping fluid.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Yoongi gasped and his cock pulsed more mess onto his stomach below his belly button.
Jungkook licked it up, sucking harshly and leaving another red mark.
“Oh, god, please, please.”
Jungkook feigned innocence. “Please what?”
“Oh fuck you,” Yoongi said. “Suck on my dick.”
“I thought we were--”
Yoongi lifted his head and glared at him, but with his cheeks red and his blues eyes blown wide with pleasure, it wasn’t very threatening.
“Okay, okay,” Jungkook said with a grin. “I’ll suck on your dick.”
Yoongi flung himself backwards with a growl. “If you weren’t so cute ...” He broke off into more grumbles.
Jungkook chuckled, the sound low and soft against the head of Yoongi’s dick. He licked at it again before using his mouth to lift it up. He slid Yoongi all the way into his mouth, pausing with his nose pressed into his stomach. He sucked slow and firm, letting his cock almost fall from his mouth before sucking it right back into his throat again. He loved the way it fit in his mouth, how it was just long enough to hit the back of his throat but not gag him. He curled his tongue around on the next bob of his head, and then licked at just the head before taking it deep again.
Yoongi was gone, thrashing and lifting his hips into each movement. His fingers tangled in Jungkook’s hair and Jungkook sped up, going for fast instead of teasing. He wasn’t sure if Yoongi’s noises were in time with his movements or if Jungkook timed his movements to Yoongi’s noises.
But god, Yoongi was sexy.
Jungkook felt his cock harden in his mouth, saw the way his balls tightened up. He held Yoongi’s hips to the bed and took his dick all the way into his mouth. He just swallowed around it, tightening his mouth and throat.
Yoongi’s hands went to his forearms and his claws dug into the muscle as he shook. He screamed, the high noise falling to a lower meow while he came and flooded Jungkook’s mouth. Jungkook moaned and swallowed, sucking him through each pulse of his pleasure. God, he tasted good. Tangy like most come, but not nearly as salty. He pulled away when Yoongi’s body fell boneless to the bed.
“Fuck, Jungkookie, that felt good.”
Jungkook grinned. “Glad to be of service.”
Yoongi snorted and flung an arm over his eyes. “I ... I haven’t had a blowjob in a really long time.”
“Anytime you want one, just ask.”
Yoongi moved his arm and opened one eye. “Then you won’t be doing anything else for the rest of your life and that isn’t fair to Taehyung.”
Jungkook laughed. “Probably not.”
“Are you going to let me return the favor this time?”
Shaking his head, Jungkook said, “Nope,” snapping the ‘p’ and climbed off the bed.”I’m going to clean you up and get you dressed and we’re going to go register you.”
“Fine, fine. But I owe you one.”
Jungkook winked at him. “I have no problems cashing in on that. But later.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
>(^o^)<
Yoongi felt uncomfortable in all the clothes that Jungkook insisted he wear. Including shoes. Actual shoes. Luckily his feet were too small for Jungkook’s sneakers, so he was wearing slip ons. But he was also in shorts, with boxers, and a long-sleeved T-shirt. Jungkook wanted him to wear a sweater because it was cold, but it wasn’t cold and Jungkook was just being overprotective.
Fortunately most of the clothes were black, so he wouldn’t really stand out. Or so he thought.
He’d also forgotten about the choker until they were downstairs and walking by the salon. They heard the screech from beyond the glass almost at the same time that the door opened and let the banshee of a cat through it.
Yoongi tried to hide behind Jungkook, but the cat just followed him around and took his hand and dragged him into the salon amid a clamouring of words that Yoongi tried to comprehend.
“Oh my god, are you Suga? I mean of course you’re Suga, look how cute you are, and Jin-hyung said you were cute, and Joonie said you smelled so good, like cotton and hemp, and he was right, you smell so good, and wow, you’re so short and cute, and Jungkookie is so lucky, and oh my god, is that his choker you’re wearing? It is so cute. Fuck, is his lip swollen? Is that a bite? I need to hear that story right now. Jin-hyung said you weren’t fucking yet but Jungkook smells like spunk and like you a little, and wow, that’s really soon, god, you’re cute--”
“Hobi, shut up,” another voice said.
And Yoongi glanced over at someone cutting hair. It was the same man who had waved to Jungkook on their first day. He didn’t look much taller than Yoongi and his hair was orange, laying over his forehead in a soft wave. He wore a soft looking white T-shirt, ripped up blue jeans and a black apron.
The cat pouted over at the man, but did as he was told and shut up. For about two seconds.
“Sorry, Jimin-ie, I’m just excited to meet Suga finally. I was sleeping when Jin and Joon went to visit him and they left without me!”
The man smiled at Yoongi warmly and said, “Sorry. Hobi is excitable.”
Jungkook snorted next to him. “Yeah. That’s a good way to put it.”
The cat, Hobi, pouted, crossed his arms and sank down onto the floor. He was wearing khaki shorts and a green button up shirt that matched his eyes. His hair was a deep red, almost like blood, that matched really well with his darker skin. His tail and ears were brown and white striped. He picked up his tail and played with it.
“I was just excited,” Hobi said.
And Yoongi wanted to reassure him, see him smile again. He smelled like ... well, he sort of smelled like summer, like hot summer sun and lemons. Or something citrusy. Yoongi really liked it. He took a deep breath and walked over to him and noted with a mental pout that even sitting Hobi’s face was almost even with his. He was really tall. He held out his hand and said, “Hi. My name is Min Yoongi. They may have met me first, but I didn’t tell them my name.”
And Hobi looked at him with a shocked and then smiled and took his hand and said, “Yoongi! Hi! My name is Jung Hoseok, but everyone calls me Hobi or J-Hope or just Hope.”
“Just Hope, cute.”
“Yah! Not like that!” He laughed loudly.
Yoongi covered his mouth and giggled.
Hobi kept ahold of his other hand and brought it up to his nose. “You really do smell good, like cotton and grass and ... and flowers, though that’s probably TaeTae.”
Yoongi didn’t really know what he smelled like, but he liked the idea of cotton. It was a very subtle smell. Kind of like Jungkook’s.
“It’s so nice to meet you finally,” Hobi continued, patting his hand. Yoongi didn’t try to pull it away. “Joon-ie was right, though, you’re so adorable. I really like your white fur, you don’t see that often in cats. So where are you two going? Is Jungkook taking you out on a date?”
Yoongi blushed and based on Jungkook’s noise of protest, he probably did too.
“N-no, he’s taking me to get me registered.”
“Ooh!” Hobi’s eyes widened. “Wow, that’s a huge step! I wouldn’t let Jiminie register me for weeks!”
“And god that was expensive,” Jimin said.
“Shut up, you said it was fine.”
“It is, love. I would have waited a year or never. I told you that.”
Hobi nodded. “He and Seokjin-ie were so nice to us. Still are. Most of the time anyway. Sometimes they won’t let me come for what feels like hours.”
“Hobi,” Jimin warned. “Customer.”
“Sorry! So,” Hobi said and tugged on Yoongi’s hand. It was shocking enough that Yoongi ended up on his knees and almost falling into Hobi’s body. But Hobi steadied him with a hand and then both of his hands were in Yoongi’s hair. “Are you going to let ChimChim style your hair? It’s kinda messy. When was the last time you got it cut? Oh my god, you’d look so good with blue hair. Jimin-ie! Dye his hair blue!”
Yoongi spluttered, trying to push him away.
Jimin laughed at them, and Yoongi was rescued finally by Jungkook, who physically picked him up and let him twist around and cling to his back.
Hobi pouted. “I wanted to cuddle.”
“Maybe later. We’re going to go now, but we’ll be back after he’s registered.”
“Make sure you use Jin-hyung and me as references!” Jimin shouted.
“I will!”
“I’m going to miss you, Suga!” Hobi said and bounced up to his feet. He patted Yoongi’s head and kissed his cheek. “You’re so cute!”
Yoongi hid his face in Jungkook’s shoulder and grumbled.
Jungkook quickly stepped away from him and headed for the door. They shouted goodbyes at them and Yoongi caught sight of Hobi waving through the window as they walked down the sidewalk. Yoongi lifted a hand to wave back and couldn’t help but smile at the way Hobi’s face lit up.
Even with all the people an the cars and the noise of the city, it was quieter on the street. Thankfully.
Jungkook chuckled a few minutes later and shifted Yoongi on his back. “Sorry about that. I should have warned you about Hobi.”
“He’s fun.”
“Yes, but a handful. Only Jimin can get him to behave and that usually requires a gag, a cock ring, and ropes of some sort.”
“Like you’re any better.”
“I am,” Jungkook said with a huff. “I don’t talk when I’m told not to talk. I don’t need a gag.”
“I think you’d look pretty in a gag, though.”
He felt Jungkook’s neck warm up where he had his cheek pressed into it.
“Shut up,” he mumbled.
Yoongi laughed and kissed the back of his neck. “You are really well behaved, but you know, it’s okay to ask for what you want too, right? Just last night, I could tell you were holding back that you wanted more, that’s why I bit you, I knew you wanted it but were too afraid to ask, and maybe you don’t need to be so all the time.”
Jungkook was quiet for a while and then he said, “Taehyung tells me that too, but I don’t ... He isn’t really comfortable with everything that I like. And I don’t mind doing what he wants. I like making him happy, and if he does something I don’t like, I do my best to tell him. But that rarely happens. He’s not ... not always firm enough. He doesn’t like the pain outside of a spanking. But he’s so good to me. He really is.”
“He mentioned an ex-boyfriend.”
Jungkook cleared his throat, hands tightening on Yoongi’s legs. “Kwon Dohyung. Taehyung said he never really loved me, but I think ... I think he’s wrong. We just weren’t what the other needed and I ... Taehyung says I have a hard time talking about him because he hurt me. I guess he did, but not in the way Taehyung thinks.”
“Sometimes an outsider can see things more clearly than those involved.”
“Yeah. But Taehyung is biased because he’s always loved me. I don’t think he’s an outsider. He hates Dohyung, but I don’t. I still see him sometimes and we’re on okay terms. Taehyung thinks he physically abused me and is mad that I didn’t go to the cops.”
“Did he?” Yoongi asked.
Silence fell between them again.
When Jungkook spoke again, his voice was even softer and Yoongi had to twist an ear to hear him clearly. “Dohyung introduced me to toys and bondage and ... and ... he taught me to explore things outside of the norm. He wasn’t violent, not really, but it was really hard to please him. He ... nothing I ever did seemed good enough for him, and he started telling me when I could leave the apartment and he said I wasn’t allowed to hang out with Taehyung without his permission. He started getting obsessive and Taehyung-ie says that’s not my fault, but I ... I never felt like I was good enough for him. He smacked me once, outside of sex, outside of punishment. I haven’t told Taehyung that. But I told Seokjin, and Seokjin helped me realize that he was trying to control me.”
“What happened when you broke up?”
“Dohyung cried and apologized and said he didn’t mean to hit me and ... well, that may have been true, because we still dated for months after that and he never hit me again outside of the bedroom, but it wasn’t the reason I left. So no, he didn’t abuse me. Not physcially. Everything in the bedroom was consensual, and he was really great about acknowledging my safeword if I ever used it. I left because he was too controlling and he started looking at my phone messages and he got upset when I sent anyone but him selcas.”
“Yeah, that doesn’t sound good or healthy.”
“No, and he didn’t listen to me when I tried to explain. He just thought I was talking about in the bedroom. I tried to give him a chance, but he didn’t really change. He was less intense during sex but then he started trying to get me to move in with him so he could watch me all the time.”
“How long did you date?”
“Almost two years. I was just barely eighteen when we met, and he was my first adult boyfriend, my first real, serious boyfriend. I really was thinking about moving in with him, but I had so much school work and I needed to focus on that, and he didn’t think I needed to be in school at all because he could support me.”
“I just realized that I don’t know how old you are.”
Jungkook laughed. “I’m twenty-one. Taehyung is twenty-three.”
“So after Dohyung?”
Jungkook shook his head. “Nothing after that. Nothing more than one night stands and me experimenting. I got too involved in a club, and not one of the good ones. But I was used to the pain and the abuse. In the club it was abuse, but it was so gradual that I didn’t really get it. Not until ...”
“Taehyung.”
“Yeah, Taehyung. I told you before that one night we just started making out on my couch. But then he told me, after we avoided each other for a long three days, that he was everything that I needed, that he could show me what was safe and healthy submission, and that he’d help me and ... I didn’t really think anything was wrong with what I was used to.”
“And now?”
Jungkook shrugged. “Well, now, I know that I love him and he’s my best friend, and I’m really lucky that I also get to call him my boyfriend and my lover. I just wish ... well, he’s enough because I love him.”
Yoongi let silence fall between them for a while again, and then he said, with his lips against Jungkook’s ears so it was a quiet whisper. “Your ex was treating you the way cats are treated in the best circumstances.”
Jungkook nodded quickly. “I know that. I know that you guys are abused. I’ve always known that and I’ve never wanted a cat before and I’ve always supported Taehyung’s rallies and signed his petitions and voted for hybrid rights.”
“It’s worse for us though. It’s perfectly legal to fuck a kitten, it’s perfectly legal to tie a hybrid up and deny it food and water, it’s perfectly legal to bloody a hybrid up whenever you want, and it’s perfectly legal to beat one within an inch of its life. The only thing not legal is to kill one and you can still get away with that if you claim it was self defense.”
“Yeah. I know. It’s why Taehyung is so adamant about helping. Did you know he wants to be a lawyer? He wants to help hybrids.”
“Wow, I never would have guessed he’d do that.”
“Most people find it shocking. But he’s really smart and really passionate. He gave up a full scholarship for fashion design to study something that will give him a better shot at law school.”
“He is really good for you.”
“For us,” Jungkook said and leaned his head back to rub against Yoongi’s. “He’s good for us, and you’re good for us, too, you know? Taehyung-ie and I both really like you.”
“I gathered that.”
“Don’t be sarcastic. I’m serious.”
“Me too. You’ve been ... really good.”
Jungkook huffed. “That’s not what I mean.”
“But it’s still true.”
When Jungkook shifted him again, Yoongi told him that he could walk.
“I know, but I like carrying you.”
“I can walk, but I don’t like to, but you’re already sore from last night, don’t think I didn't hear you groan when you were sitting on the couch earlier. You made me wear these god awful shoes for this exact reason. Put me down. I’ll walk.”
Jungkook grumbled, but he obeyed, settling Yoongi down.
Yoongi adjusted his clothes and then took Jungkook’s hand without looking at him and walked, almost dragging Jungkook with him for a few steps. He caught up easily and then readjusted their hands, fingers entwining. He squeezed and smiled and Yoongi fought back another blush.
>(^o^)<
Jungkook was nervous as they stepped into the Hybrid Services office. Yoongi’s grip tightened in his hand and he stopped suddenly to take a deep breath. His nose wrinkled, not liking what he smelled.
“Okay?” Jungkook asked.
Yoongi nodded. “Smells like ... too much. it’s gross.”
Jungkook smiled and used his other hand to pat his head.
There were other people sitting with their hybrids on metal chairs. A woman sat behind a counter. She tapped on a computer, asking the man in front of the counter a series of questions. Near the door was a machine with a sign that said, “Please take a number.”
Jungkook took the white slip sticking from it. Number 85.
The electronic sign above the woman said, “Now Serving 79.”
Jungkook sighed and headed to the chairs. There was only one empty one and he sat down first and let Yoongi climb into his lap. His face went right to his neck and he breathed in deeply. He was shaking slightly.
“You okay?” Jungkook whispered.
“Yeah, just ... bad memories.”
Jungkook looked around and decided not to ask. There was another cat hybrid near them sitting on the floor, the collar too tight on his neck and the leash pulled taut, keeping the cat pressed against his owner’s legs. A dog hybrid curled up on the cold metal floor, only a small pair of shorts keeping him modest. The man at the counter had what looked like a hamster or mouse hybrid. The girl’s eyes were wide with fear, darting from one cat to another. Every time she tried to hide, the man tugged on her ear sharply and told her to hold still.
Jungkook didn’t bother to look at the others. He wrapped his arms around his cat and let Yoongi soak in his warmth where he could.
After the fourth loud voice reprimanding a hybrid for something, Jungkook had enough. He took out his phone and his earbuds and put both of them in Yoongi’s ears and went to his music to play hip-hop songs that Yoongi seemed to like. Jungkook went to his Tetris game app, silenced all the sounds, and played to keep himself occupied.
Lips pressed against his ear and a soft voice whispered, “Thank you.”
Jungkook blushed.
“Why don’t you have a collar and tag for him, young man?” a voice demanded next to him.
Jungkook turned to the person sitting next to him, an older woman with a cat that was obviously sick sitting at her feet.
Jungkook swallowed and said, “I just got him three days ago. I haven’t had a chance to get a collar for him yet.”
“Do you have proof of that?”
“Of course. That’s why I’m here. To register him.”
“Well, let’s see it.”
“Are you a Hybrid Services official?”
“Of course not.”
“Then I don’t have to prove anything to you.”
The woman sniffed at him and dragged her poor cat away when the man with the mouse finally left the counter.
“I no longer want this animal,” she said, and Jungkook winced at her tone.
But it was the mouse he focused on, the poor girl who was trying not to cry while being dragged through the room. Jungkook tried to smile at her, but that only scared her more and she eeped and tripped and the man stopped, kicked her in the side, and dragged her out of the office.
Jungkook shut his eyes and was so very thankful that Taehyung wasn’t there.
Taehyung had gotten into more than one fist fight over someone’s treatment of their hybrid.
The woman argued with the worker for a long time before she finally just dropped the leash on the floor and stalked out of the office with a good riddance.
In the silence of the office, the cat coughed, curling into himself.
The worker sighed and hit a button on her desk. A buzzing echoed through the office. A metal door opened and a man in a Hybrid Services green uniform walked out.
“This hybrid is now considered abandoned,” the woman said.
The cat whimpered and silent tears fell down his cheeks.
The man frowned, but approached the cat and squatted in front of it. The cat tried to scoot away, but his body was wracked with coughs again.
The man reached over and picked him up, more gently than Jungkook was expecting. He whispered to it, and all Jungkook heard was, “Let’s get you ready for another family, okay?”
But he doubted that would happen. If the cat was too sick, the government wouldn’t waste resources on getting him healthy. At least he had this last bit of comfort with the man.
Jungkook shut his eyes and tried not to cry, too. It really wasn’t fair.
Fortunately, no one else tried to yell at him about Yoongi not having a collar and the others in front of him were more civil to both the woman and their pets. Comparatively speaking.
When it was finally Jungkook’s turn, he picked Yoongi up and let the cat wrap arms and legs around his torso, he didn’t bother removing the earbuds and he walked up to the counter and tried to smile.
The woman smiled back. “What can I help you with today?”
Jungkook set the envelope of papers on the counter and said, “I bought Suga a few days ago and I have to register him.”
The woman took the papers and typed in his registration number. “Min Yoongi, Pet name, Suga, date of birth, March 9, 1993. He’s pretty old for a cat.”
“I don’t mind,” Jungkook said quickly.
The woman shrugged. “He is not up to date on his vaccinations; you need to go to a vet and have that done within a week or you’ll be fined.”
Jungkook nodded. He hadn’t known that. He doubted Yoongi had known that.
“In 2014, Suga was returned to Hybrid Services for a brief time after an altercation with an owner where the owner had a broken hand.”
Jungkook’s eyes went wide.
“He also has a series of complaints in his file about his temperament and scratches, and one adoption agency had him in solitary confinement for a few months because he wouldn’t stop fighting with the other animals and the visitors.”
Jungkook swallowed and tried his best to make it look like this was not all new information to him. He hadn’t read the records that Taehyung had brought.
The woman didn’t say anything for a long time, just stared at Jungkook.
“After hearing this and knowing that he has,” she looked her computer screen, “six pages of complaints ranging from foul language to violent behavior, are you still willing to register him?”
Jungkook snorted at her and grinned. “Some people’s complaints are another person’s favorite things, I guess.”
She looked down at his arms, at the pinprick scratches, and then focused on his lips, on the bite that still stung a bit.
“I like Suga just how he is,” Jungkook said firmly.
“It’s your sanity,” she said. “I need your identification and the forty-dollar registration fee.”
“I thought it was twenty-five.”
“It is for a new pet with a new owner. Suga is definitely not a new pet.”
Jungkook did not really care about the money. He’d pay a hundred if he had to.
The woman took his ID and entered in all the information, asking him if it was all accurate. Then she asked for two references and an emergency contact. Jungkook gave her Jimin and Seokjin-hyungs for the former and Taehyung for the latter, though he really doubted they’d ever be called.
As soon as he’d paid (adding ten dollars in response to a “Will you donate to help a homeless hybrid?” question), the woman gave him a slip of pink paper. “You have three days to get him a tag. This slip of paper is proof of you owning him until then. I’ve added an updated information sheet into the system and printed a new one for you to put with your files. Whoever had him before you was not good at keeping his paperwork updated.”
“The pet shop is under investigation right now,” Jungkook said.
“Good. Assholes like him make my job harder. I can see you’re a sweet boy, Jeon Jungkook-shi, and I really hope I don’t see you in here in a month giving him up. Don’t say I didn’t warn you about this one.”
Jungkook smiled and bowed. “I like him a lot, so don’t worry. Maybe we’ll come say hi.”
The woman returned the smile, more genuine than before. “I’d like that. Have a nice day.”
Jungkook bowed again and turned to leave the office. He waited until he was half a block away before stopping and setting Yoongi on the ground. He took out the earbuds.
“All done?”
“Yep,” Jungkook said, “but your vaccinations are out of date and you have to go see a vet, and I have three days to get you a tag and a collar.”
Yoongi made a face at the “vet” comment.
“If you’re still feeling up to it, we can go find you a collar. Taehyung knows of a hybrid supply store that donates a quarter of their profits to hybrid rights campaigns.”
Yoongi smiled. “Yeah, I’m okay.”
Jungkook took his hand. “Okay. Let’s go.”
>(^o^)<
The pet supply store was far enough away that they took a cab. After the first lewd comment in Yoongi’s direction about accepting other forms of payment than cash, Jungkook let Yoongi use his headphones again and forcefully declined the offer.
Yoongi didn’t mind. He’d paid cab drivers that way before, but he no longer had to do that and wasn’t that weird?
The store was small, squished between a juice bar and a vintage clothing boutique. Definitely the hipster area of the city.
“Taehyung’s store is just a down the street from here. We can go visit him if you want.”
Yoongi smiled up at Jungkook. “I’d like that.”
Jungkook held the door open for Yoongi and followed him in. The smell of cherry incense hit his nose and Yoongi coughed.
“Welcome to Pets Come First.”
Yoongi snorted at that name, and Jungkook nudged him with an elbow, his cheeks going pink, because he obviously caught the innuendo in it too.
The woman approached them with a wide smile. She was dressed in clothes very befitting of Taehyung. Loose and organic with lots of necklaces and rings on her fingers.
“Aren’t you just adorable?” she said and reached for Yoongi’s head.
He hissed on instinct and hid behind Jungkook.
The woman only laughed. “Sorry about that.”
Jungkook reached behind him and laid a hand on Yoongi’s waist. “It’s okay. He’s still new. I just bought him.”
The woman frowned and tittered at him. “Young man, here we say that you just became flatmates or friends.”
Jungkook blushed and stammered an apology.
“Just don’t do it again. It’s a nasty practice but a necessary one and we do our best to make it as painless for your companion as possible. So you need a collar and a tag?”
Jungkook nodded.
The woman showed them the shelves of collars and a small rack of tags.
“We can resize most of our collars if you need to,” she said. “Just let me know when you’re ready.”
Jungkook thanked her and bowed.
Yoongi didn’t do either. He appreciated her sentiments and everything, about hybrid rights, but if she was really sincere, she wouldn’t have called him cute and tried to pet him like an animal when she first saw him. And she wouldn’t be selling collars and leashes and costumes. There was even a curtained off section that had a 18+ sign on it that probably held sex toys.
“What color do you want?”
Yoongi didn’t even know. He looked at all of them, most of them were black, brown, or gray in various material including leather, vinyl and cotton. His last collar had been red, so he definitely didn't want a red one.
The colorful collars were near the end of the aisle and set up in a rainbow. His eyes were immediately drawn to the blue ones. Most were obviously synthetic dyed material, with plastic latches and hoops. He didn’t really like them. But then his eyes caught another one, hanging about midway on the shelf. He reached for it, stopped and then touched it.
Actual braided suede, dyed in a slate blue. There was a hoop on it and a thin metal ring for a tag.
“Do you like that one?” Jungkook whispered.
Yoongi bit his lip and said, “Didn’t Taehyung say you had a choker like this?”
Jungkook swallowed, a blush rising on his cheek. “M-maybe.”
Yoongi bit back a laugh. “I ... I like it, but ...”
“But what?”
“It’s too expensive.”
“No, it’s not,” Jungkook said immediately. “If you like that one, then we’ll get that one. Do you want to try it on?”
Yoongi swallowed rougly and nodded. “Yes, I do.”
Jungkook sank down to his knees and bit his lower lip while he removed the choker. Yoongi watched his eyes, couldn’t look at anything else while his skin felt so exposed and he was so nervous.
Jungkook looped the blue suede around his neck. The ring was cold as was the metal clasp on the other side. Turned in a cross, the two pieces slid together and then locked in place with a click.
“Too tight?” Jungkook murmured and slipped his fingers underneath the leather.
Yoongi shook his head. “No-no. It’s okay.”
“Feels okay. It might tighten more though. You’re still really skinny and you might gain some weight.”
“Maybe, but I’ve always been small.”
Jungkook looked around. “Hm, they don’t have a mirror.” He took out his phone and went to the camera app to let Yoongi look at himself, ears twitching in anticipation.
The collar lay just above his collarbones. The blue suede was braided along its length with the three ends individually tied to both sides of the hoop, showing off small triangles of his pale skin. The hoop in the front lay almost perfectly around his adams apple, and the leather tied to the hoop didn’t chafe when he moved his head. The blue matched his skin and fur really well, and his eyes ... his eyes looked bluer and wider, but maybe that was because he was happier. The braided leather felt really nice against his skin, and he smiled widely over at Jungkook and nodded. “I like it.”
Jungkook hooked his fingers through the hoop on the front and winked. “Me, too.”
Yoongi shut his eyes and tilted his head back and purred.
Chuckling, Jungkook stood up and patted his head. “Let’s pick out a tag.”
The tags came in all shapes and colors too, everything from pawprints to plain circles and squares and flowers and suns.
Yoongi let his eyes rove over the display and then stopped and stared with wide eyes. Near the top was a blue music note. It was a brighter blue than the collar and didn’t really match. Before he could get disappointed, he noticed the white note next to it. He pointed to it, and Jungkook laughed.
“That’s the first one I saw too.” Jungkook took it off the shelf and rubbed it between his fingers. “It’s going to be really pretty on you. Do you want to look at anything else in the store?”
Yoongi shook his head. Yoongi didn’t need food from here. Some humans did not believe in feeding their pets human food. Hyunjoong had been one of those and Yoongi ate so much shit from a can that he didn’t even want to be close to it. And he definitely didn’t need a bed. Before, Yoongi would have given anything to have a soft bed or a blanket, but he didn't need one anymore, now that he’d commandeered Jungkook’s chair and that green blanket.
Jungkook didn’t even bother stopping at the racks of leashes. He smiled down at Yoongi and said, “If I want to keep you close, I’ll just carry you around.”
Yoongi wanted to grumble at that, but it was really true, and he’d let Jungkook carry him all over the place.
There wasn’t much else to look at beyond the closed off area and costumes, but Yoongi had no desire to go there. He already had his own pretty amazing sex toy. He smiled and leaned into Jungkook’s side.
Jungkook put his arm around his waist and they headed to the front where the woman stood waiting for them.
“Are you all ready?”
Jungkook nodded and then his eyes went wide. “Shit, sorry. I forgot to take the collar off him to pay for it.”
The woman laughed. “That’s okay. Keep it on. You can just cut off the price tag.” She hande Jungkook scissors an Yoongi turned his head so he could snip off the little plastic ring that held the paper price tag.
“Nice choice on the tag too,” she said. “It’s not very popular so it will really be unique. Do you want me to engrave it?”
“Sure,” Jungkook said.
“What would you like on it?”
Jungkook glanced down at Yoongi. “Do you want it to say Suga or...”
Yoongi bit his lip and nodded. “Yeah, I’d rather that.”
Jungkook nodded and turned to the woman. “His name, my phone number, and--”
“Darling,” Yoongi whispered.
Jungkook looked down at him. “What?”
“On ... on the other side,” he said, hiding his face away from the woman and from Jungkook. And well, from himself too. He knew he was blushing. “Darling. On the other side.”
Jungkook ran his hands through his hair and said, “Of course.” He cleared his throat. “If that’s what you want.”
Yoongi nodded against his shoulder.
“Darling?” the woman said, trying to keep the judgement out of her voice.
Yoongi stiffened, but Jungkook smiled and said, “It’s what our boyfriend calls him. Well, us. He calls us his darlings.”
“Oh,” she said, her smile returning. “That is really sweet.”
“It is.” Jungkook’s fingers scratched Yoongi’s hair and it calmed him down, let him concentrate on something other than his racing heart.
Jungkook wrote down everything he wanted on the tag. Yoongi picked a font that wasn’t too boring and wasn’t too flowery, and the woman took it to the back with her. Kneeling, Jungkook cupped Yoongi’s face and pressed a firm kiss to his lips. “Will you please stop being so fucking adorable?”
Yoongi stuck his tongue out at him.
Laughing, Jungkook kissed him again and stayed kneeling, running his fingers along the new collar. “Don’t you fucking dare tell Taehyung I said this, but you look really hot in a collar.”
Yoongi laughed and said, “I bet you do too.”
The woman returned before Yoongi could do something scandoulous like suck Jungkook’s dick in the middle of the store. She held out the tag to Jungkook who immediately gave it to Yoongi.
The metal felt warm on his skin. The letters were engraved in the white metal, showing black underneath.
One pet name he mostly hated on one side and another that he loved on the other. He swallowed roughly and then gave it back to Jungkook.
Jungkook’s hands shook a little while he attached the tag to the collar.
“Thank you very much for your purchase,” the woman said. “I hope you two, sorry, you three. I hope you three are very happy together.”
“Thank you,” Jungkook said.
Yoongi didn’t trust his voice to say anything so he waved to the woman who waved back and they left the store.
“Are you hungry?” Jungkook whispered, rubbing at his skin of his hand with his thumb.
Yoongi shook his head. “Not yet. Are we going to see Taehyung?”
Jungkook smiled. “Sure. You want to walk?”
“Yeah, I will.”
They walked slowly down the street, Yoongi glad that Jungkook knew his mood and let him stay close to his side.
The store Taehyung worked in was nestled between a small cafe and bakery, and another clothing boutique. The name of it was “Obsidian Wonders.”
Yoongi snorted.
“Yeah, really corny.” Jungkook opened the door.
Immediately, Yoongi was hit with a strong scent of incense. It had him gagging.
“Welcome to Obsi--Jungkook-ie!”
Yoongi just barely saw the whirlwind that was Taehyung fly through the store in his red harem pants and white tunic shirt. He picked Jungkook up and spun him around in a circle.
“What are you doing here?”
Jungkook couldn’t answer right away because Taehyung kissed him. “I took Suga to get him registered.”
Taehyung glanced down at him and then hugged him as well. “Good. I’m so happy that you’re safe now. And what is this?” He pulled away, eyes widening at the collar. He hooked his fingers through the hoop. “Jungko--”
“Don’t get mad,” Yoongi said. “I picked it out.”
“It’s gorgeous, why would I get mad?” And then he fingered the tag and Yoongi bit his lip, watching Taehyung’s face when he flipped the tag over and read what was on the other side.
“Oh, darling,” he whispered. “That’s ...”
Yoongi let out a breath in relief. He hadn’t been sure if Taehyung would be upset or not.
“Fuck, but now ...” He cupped Yoongi’s face and looked at him closely. And Taehyung’s eyes were shimmering. “This isn’t fair because I want to kiss you so hard right now.”
Yoongi laughed and nodded. He gripped Taehyung’s wrist and leaned into his lips. Taehyung met him half way with a surprised gasp. His kiss was different than Jungkook’s, less timid and more demanding. Yoongi gave up control of it quickly, moaning in appreciation to the way that Taehyung could make him wobble without even using his tongue. Just his lips and the hand on the back of his neck, fingers still curled in the collar.
“You look so pretty, darling.”
Yoongi smiled and fought for breath to say, “Thanks.”
“We bought it at the shop just down the street, so we thought that you’d appreciate seeing it in person rather than a selca.”
“And I do. Fuck, I do.” Taehyung rubbed Yoongi’s cheeks with his thumbs. “This still feels like it’s all spiraling faster than it should, but god, if I’m not excited for the ride.”
Yoongi nodded. “Same, especially after the blowjob this morning.”
Taehyung laughed. “It was rather nice.”
“So was the other one,” Yoongi said.
Taehyung’s eyes went wide. “Other one?”
Yoongi nodded, eyes as innocent as he could make them when he said, “Jungkook-ie is so good with his mouth.”
Taehyung glared up at Jungkook. “What are you doing to our cat?”
“Nothing that he didn’t want. Sheesh, Suga, tell him it was your fault.”
“It wasn’t. It was your muscles,” and he reached over and squeezed his thigh, too close to his crotch. “First pressed against that washboard stomach of yours and then after you carried me to bed. I can’t help but get excited when you carry me all over the place.”
Jungkook grumbled something and walked away from them.
Yoongi covered his mouth with his hand and said, “It was mostly my fault. He kept trying to get ready to go and I just kept trying to get an orgasm.”
“Sounds about right. Are you guys going to hang out for a little while longer? I get off soon. We can go to dinner.”
“That sounds good. It’s been kind of a rough day.”
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Part 7: I've Got You. You're Okay.
Part 5: Slow. Go Slow.
Part 4: You Two Are Gross
Part 3: Spoil My Fun
Part 2: Cold Shower. Ice, Ice Cold.
Part 1: Taehyung Was Going To Kill Him
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