Go Get Him, Tiger 1/?
Title: Go Get Him, Tiger 1/?
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 1:
The bells on the front door jingled often enough that Yoongi mostly ignored them. A single ear twitched at the sound, but no more effort was required to be aware of another customer entering the pet shop.
Until a voice said, “The white cat in the window. That cage is too small for him.”
Hold up, what?
Both of Yoongi’s ears perked up, one swiveling toward the counter on the other side of the store.
“It’s large enough under the laws, young man,” Hyunjoong replied, his voice careful. Yoongi fought back a snort. Yes, the cage was, or had been, before he’d actually grown up. Now he just liked it and told Hyunjoong to fuck off if he ever wanted to move him.
“He can’t even stand up.”
“Suga doesn’t ever stand up.”
That was true. Yoongi much preferred to sleep, but it may have been nice to stretch his legs more often than in the shower that he was allowed to take every other day or so. He just didn’t care too much. Not in this shitty place.
“That’s just--”
“Look, kid. I don’t break the laws, and frankly, Suga is a hellion.”
A low growl started in the back of Yoongi’s throat, and he finally opened an slitted blue eye and turned his head to watch them.
“See?”
The young man turned enough for Yoongi to get a glimpse of his face. Definitely young. No more than twenty. His brown eyes were hard, his mouth set in a firm line, and his forehead crinkled in anger. He was almost pouting and it was almost cute.
Yoongi let the growl die and shut his eyes, flicking his tail. It hit the edge of the cage and he huffed. Yeah, the cage was small, but it was home. Mostly. The sun hit his cage and stayed bright, giving him a warm place to nap in the late afternoon. If he was anywhere else in the pet shop, he lost access to the sun. And it was better than the small box he’d been kept in before this.
“I ... I want to buy him.”
Silence.
Yoongi’s ear twitched and he held his breath. Is this kid serious?
Hyunjoong chuckled, the noise low and deep. “No, you don’t, kid.”
“Yes, I do.” His voice wavered. A small shuffling noise filled the silence for a little while. “There. I want him.”
“Kid, that’s fifty more than his sale price. You know why Suga’s on sale, right? It’s because he won’t stop scratching and hissing at everything that touches him. And I do not let anyone buy my pets until they’ve had time alone with each other in the petting room.”
God, Yoongi hated the petting room. It was cold and smelled like dogs, and people poked at him and cooed and then screamed and left when he wouldn’t do more than curl up in a ball and hiss and scratch.
“I don’t need to get to know him or pet him or play with him. I want him.”
Yoongi paid attention just because of the footfalls headed toward his cage.
“Well, fine. If you’re going to throw your money away. You can’t bring him back. There’s no returns or refunds allowed on sale items.”
That was such a lie. So many people had returned him after only a day. He lasted a whole week with one family once.
Feeling himself stiffening, Yoongi held his breath again.
“Stop playing ‘possum, you spoiled brat,” Hyunjoong said. “I know you’ve heard this entire conversation. Come on.”
Metal clicked onto his collar and Yoongi growled, swiping and just missing Hyunjoong’s hand. He was getting faster.
“Nice try.” The cage door opened a moment later and the leash pulled taut.
Yoongi did not want to go anywhere and he tried his best to hold himself in his cage, keeping the growls low and his eyes narrowed. But he’d learned through a couple broken fingers not to cling to the wires of the cage. Hyunjoong did not care if he broke his fingers.
He practically fell to the floor and only landed on his feet because of his quick reflexes. He was not given time to adjust and nearly face-planted before being tugged toward the counter. He gripped the leash but did not pull, knowing the quick backhand that’d connect to his cheek if he tried to escape. He kept up his low hissing almost on instinct at this point.
The tile floor was cold on his bare feet after the warmth of the sun through the window. He rubbed at his bare arms, growing more and more pissed off with each step. His tail jerked wildly behind him and his ears lay flat on his head.
As soon as he was close enough, he hissed in the customer’s general direction, but did not look up. Not until a small burst of laughter echoed in his ears for a moment.
Laughter, but not at him. Just in general amusement.
Yoongi looked up to glare at the kid. He was tall. Strong. Tight ripped up black jeans that showed off his muscular thighs and a large white T-shirt that swamped him but still fell in a telling way across broad shoulders. Yoongi would give almost anything to see him without that shirt on. He was obviously ripped.
But if the young man was serious about buying him ... maybe ... he’d get to see them soon.
Hyunjoong blocked his view and held out the leash.
The young man looked at it and then said, “I don’t think I need that.”
“If he runs off as soon as he’s outside, then you just wasted two hundred dollars.”
Their eyes met and pink flushed over the guy’s cheeks. “No, I didn’t.”
Yoongi’s low hissing stopped. What did that mean?
Hyunjoong snorted. “Whatever you say, kid.”
Yoongi was too surprised to do more than growl a little when the leash was gone. Too entranced by the dark brown eyes. Too captivated with wonder at the stupidity of this brat.
“He’s yours now. I don’t even think I’m going to give you a receipt. From now on, that cat is no longer mine.”
Yoongi smiled.
“Looks like he doesn’t care. Come on.” He held out his hand.
Yoongi looked at it and up at his face. He crossed his arms, burying his hands into his armpits. The guy only smiled at him and then turned and went to the door. He held it open.
Yoongi took a few cautious steps forward, eyes darting from the freedom of outside to Hyunjoong. But Hyunjoong had already left for the back rooms, the money gone from the counter.
“You can come with me,” the guy said, “or you can run away. I don’t care. I haven’t had lunch yet, though, so maybe you want to come home with me. My friend made some amazing shrimp curry.”
Yoongi bit his lower lip in a sharp incisor and took a few more steps forward. He weaved by the guy and into the world. The smells hit him first, a punch in the nose after only sniffing a few lingering hints of the outside from inside his cage. And then the people. There were quite a few people. The cars were noisier. Everything smelled weird.
And the sun was brighter and warmer on his skin. He tilted his head back and smiled, letting it soak into him. The concrete burned his feet. He just wanted to sink down on its warmth and sleep.
The guy chuckled at him again. “Come on. I live this way. Do you want to walk or I can carry you?”
Yoongi danced away from the hand going for his shoulder.
“Okay. Walk. There’s lots of people here, so try to stay close.” And he started walking.
Yoongi watched him walk away. He stayed put. He didn’t have to follow him. He didn’t have to be on a leash or have an owner. He could run away. He knew enough about the world to stay away from Hybrid Service agents trying to pick him up. He’d survive on his own. He’d often dreamed of escaping and living a life free of a collar.
Scratching under his faded red collar, Yoongi glanced back at the pet shop window. The couple of other cats were glaring at him. He heard them gossip about him all the time. About how he’d never be adopted. How no one wanted him. How he would die alone.
Well, fuck them.
“Suga?” he heard from a few feet in front of him. The guy had stopped and turned around. Waiting to see what Yoongi would do.
Yoongi smiled. He stuck his tongue out at the other cats, flipped them off for good measure and scampered forward to catch up with his new owner.
>(^o^)<
Taehyung was going to kill him.
Kill him.
Drawn and quartered.
Destroyed.
But Jungkook knew he’d made the right decision. The cat ... Suga ... Suga followed him home, just a few steps behind him the entire way. Jungkook filled the short walk with chatter, explaining how he walked by the pet store everyday and how he saw Suga’s price keep falling, and that the cage was too small and he just ... felt bad, and he hadn’t really meant to buy Suga, just ...
And then he fell silent and cleared his throat.
“This is our building,” he said. “If you ever go out or get lost or something, just remember that it’s above the gay salon.” Jungkook waved at Jimin through the window like he did everyday. JImin was cutting someone’s hair so he only smiled back. And winked.
He opened the door and let the cat through and down the tiled hallway to the set of stairs at the end and past the building’s wall of mailboxes. “We’re on the third floor. We don’t have an elevator, will you be okay on the stairs?”
Suga snorted and walked toward the stairs, jumping up them a few paws at a time. Jungkook smiled and hurried after him. At the top, the cat was sitting down, licking at the back of his hand in distaste.
Jungkook chuckled as he walked by him on the stairs. He led the way down the hall. “We’re in apartment thirty-two. I’ll make you a key if you want, to come and go as you please.”
Suga slipped through the door behind him and then just stopped, back against the wall next to the door.
Jungkook tried to see his apartment through the eyes of someone new. It was pretty small, somewhere between a studio and a one bedroom. The main room was completely open, with only the difference in fake-wood floor and cheap-laminate tile separating the living room and the kitchen area.
Seokjin-hyung had helped him decorate and create separate spaces with the furniture. He had a higher than normal table, long, like a bar that served as more cooking and prep space and an eating space with four high chair/stools around it. The space was too small for a regular-sized couch, but he did have a two-seater and an armchair (both a deeper shade of green than Jungkook would have picked himself, but the orange, blue and teal pillows and rugs somehow tied everything together) that formed a space in the middle of the room and faced his TV and game consoles. There was a small bookshelf next to them, though it was more apt to call it a movie and game shelf. He had floating shelves all along one wall in the bedroom area that held all his manga.
The electronics were against the three-quarter wall that separated the main room from the bedroom area. Jungkook could see over it and into the small space that held his bed. He was lucky enough to have a decently large closet and a small separate bathroom with a door.
Somedays it felt too small for one person, and now Jungkook had invited another one in.
But Suga was small, his head only coming up to Jungkook’s chin. He didn’t look healthy, his ribs poking out and his hips too narrow. He wore only a white tank top and a small pair of tight blue shorts. And his collar. It was red, faded and frazzled in places. He didn’t even have a tag with his name or anything.
Would Suga want a new collar?
“You’re free to explore,” Jungkook finally said in the silence. He took off his shoes and placed them on the shoe rack right next to the door. “I’m going to heat up some leftovers for my lunch. Is there anything you don’t like or can’t eat?”
Suga met his eyes for a moment. His eyes were still wide, still darting all over the place. His breaths short and quick. His ears were perked up completely and his tail ramrod straight so it poked up over his head. In the dimmer light of his apartment, he looked more blonde than white. The sun in the window of that pet shop had lightened his hair and fur. His ears were darker at the base, ending in white tufts at the tip. And his tail was the same, almost striped in blonde, cream and white fur.
He looked adorable, and Jungkook fought back a smile.
Finally, the cat looked away and shook his head.
Chuckling, Jungkook moved into the kitchen. He hoped Suga was okay. He hoped that Suga didn’t really hate him. The cat hadn’t said a single thing to him yet. But Jungkook knew better than to force him into anything.
He felt his face flush at those implications. Most of the time pets were purchased for pleasure or companionship. He didn’t really know anyone that had a cat just to ... have a cat. Even Seokjin-hyung and Jimin-hyung had some kind of relationship with their pets, though Jungkook knew better than to ask, because no fucking way did he need details, and sometimes all four of them had a problem with oversharing.
Good fuck, Taehyung was going to kill him.
>(^o^)<
Yoongi stayed by the door, ears only moving when the guy made noises in the kitchen.
The guy. His new owner. He still didn’t know his name. He watched him in the kitchen area for a moment and decided that he’d call him Muscles until he learned his name. The kid was really strong, nice trim waist and Yoongi watched him bend over to show off his perky ass and the back of those firm thighs. Yoongi wanted to dig his claws into them.
God. He hadn’t been so attracted to anything in such a long time.
But it didn’t really seem like Muscles purchased him for sex. Not like most pets. Maybe he was really sincere and had just bought him to get him out of that too-small cage.
This apartment wasn’t very big, but it was much bigger than the cage, and there behind a green armchair was a tempting patch of sun on a green and blue spiraled rug. Yoongi took a few steps forward and then stopped and flattened back against the wall. Was that allowed? Could he just walk through the room like he belonged there and curl up on the floor? He wasn’t sure, but he didn’t want to ask for permission either. Was he even allowed to talk?
And then there was humming, a soft noise, pretty music, and then a voice, singing from the kitchen. Quiet. Unassuming. Relaxing. And on key. Muscles had some pipes on him.
Yoongi felt himself smiling. And relaxing. He moved slowly, trying to distinguish all the smells around him. It smelled like ... forest-y. Probably Muscles’ cologne. Everything smelled pretty clean. Just a clean smell. Almost bland. Like there was nothing. Everything smelled fresh and neutral. Nothing too harsh. Almost like soap. Plain soap. Flowery a little. Just a very faint flower smell in the air like there was a bouquet of them somewhere.
Yoongi really liked it. It’d be really easy to mark everything. He rubbed against the back of the couch on his way to the spot of sun.
The chair looked comfortable, and Yoongi had plans to claim it as his own, but not just yet. Not ... He stopped though and saw a folded blanket on it. Just one of those small throw blankets people usually wrapped up in to watch a movie. A quick glance at Muscles showed him still busy in the kitchen.
He snagged it off the chair. It smelled really good. That same neutral soap scent mixed with something or someone a little more ... masculine. And maybe ... that floral smell again. This time stronger. Roses?
Well, whatever. It was his blanket now. He wrapped it around his shoulders, turned around a few times in the warm spot of carpet and then sank down into a ball and relaxed. It took a moment for him to even realize he was purring. There was part of him that wanted him to stay cautious, that this was too good to be true, that it was all just a dream. But he told it to shut the fuck up.
If it was just a dream, it was the best dream he’d had in a long time.
>(^o^)<
“Suga?” Jungkook said, heart speeding up when he didn’t see the cat anywhere. Had he left while he was making food? Jungkook did not remember the door opening.
Slightly panicked, he moved around the table and then spotted the lump of green on the floor behind the chair. Suga’s white tail was curled outside of the blanket in a question mark against the wood flooring.
Jungkook said his name again. His ears did not twitch, so he figured the cat was asleep. There was a patch of sunlight half on the cat and half off, and Jungkook smiled wider. He’d found a warm spot. Careful to be quiet, Jungkook moved around him and lifted the shades, flooding the room with more sunlight.
The cat jerked, twisted around in the blanket until his face was finally free and he blinked at the light. A few blinks later, his eyes fell on Jungkook and then he growled and tried to jump away, but was too entangled in the blanket.
“Hey, sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Jungkook put up his hands and stepped away.
The cat twisted again, not bothering to unwrap himself from the blanket now, and slid closer to the wall.
Jungkook huffed in frustration, stepping back toward the kitchen. “I’m sorry. Hey, I made food if you want to eat?”
Suga blinked slowly at him, his eyes staying closed for longer than Jungkook expected. His ears were twitching and his tail sliding along the floor. He kept the blanket wrapped around him.
“I can leave yours on the floor if you want,” Jungkook said carefully. “Or you can come and sit with me at the table. It’s your choice.”
Suga nodded once and Jungkook figured that he could figure out what the cat wanted on if Suga followed him to the table, so he went there. Sitting the farthest from Suga so the cat wouldn’t have to move by him if he chose to come to the table. Jungkook pulled out his phone to check his social media (god, those four were seriously way too open about their life together) and started eating the reheated seafood curry that Seokjin-hyung had brought over for him.
He had two texts from Taehyung. The first one was a mess of symbols and emojis that said something along the lines of his day being boring and can he go home yet? And a second asking where the hell Jungkook was because Jungkook always sent back an eye roll to his key smashes.
Jungkook texted him back and said he was home for the day. He thought about telling him about Suga, but Taehyung was going to kill him. Better to prolong the inevitable.
He had no idea what to do now that he had a cat. And what did he have to buy? He didn’t know anyone other than Seokjin-hyung and Jimin-hyung who had a cat, but if he started asking questions then Seokjin-hyung would just know and then Taehyung would know and Taehyung was going to kill him.
His train of thought stopped when a pale hand reached over the edge of the table, followed by a blond head with white ears and then the shoulders of the cute cat.
And he was really cute. Really pretty with a round face and a cute little nose, and he had such pretty blue eyes. Sure, he hadn’t done more than glare since Jungkook saw him, but that small moment, when he had just stood under the sun and smiled. He’d looked so adorable.
God, Jungkook was a goner.
Jungkook bit back a whimper.
Suga sat across from him and Jungkook tried not to smile before pushing the other plate toward him.
Suga licked his lips with a pink tongue and then started eating, with his fingers. He ignored the chopsticks, and Jungkook understood why. His claws were long. Maybe Jungkook would ask if he wanted them cut.
Maybe Jungkook would ... just talk. Maybe not. He didn’t know what to say.
So they ate quietly until his phone buzzed and Suga jumped with a hiss and then was gone away from the table pretty damn quick. Jungkook only saw the corner of the blanket disappear behind the chair.
The text was from Taehyung, yelling nothing but FREEDOMMMMMMM!!!!, meaning he was off work.
Jungkook sent him his eye roll.
It was going to be a really long night. Of awkward silence. It wasn’t any quieter than normal when Jungkook was here alone. Just knowing there was someone else there just made things ... different.
From now on, his life was going to be different.
He left Suga’s half-eaten food on the table in case he wanted to come back to it and took his own dish to the sink. He was way too wound up to do any dishes, so he left them in the sink and went to the couch, sagging into the soft cushions.
A few minutes later, he heard movement, but didn’t get up or try to look, just a bit of pale and green in the corner of his eyes as he scrolled through his twitter. He smiled when Suga went back to the food and the silence grew a bit more comfortable.
The sound of a key in the lock had them both looking at the door in surprise, and Jungkook cursed the day that he gave Taehyung a key. He was supposed to go home first!
Suga was gone and behind the chair again before the door opened and Taehyung sauntered in all pretty in blue, wide legged pants and a thin white tunic and purple beads in his hair and that smile that had first made Jungkook’s heart stop.
The door shut almost at the same time that Taehyung fell over the back of the couch and on top of Jungkook and his breath was stolen in a kiss, a heavy one that obviously had more intentions behind it than just a simple hello.
God, Taehyung was beautiful and it was on automatic that Jungkook’s hand found its way into Taehyung’s longer hair and the other one went up the back of his tunic to touch his soft skin. He smelled like roses and something a little spicier, one of the incense burners from his store. Taehyung settle deeper against him, forcing his legs apart, one on the floor and the other over his back. Taehyung rolled his hips against Jungkook’s crotch.
His moan echoed in the apartment, and then he was gasping as Taehyung nipped down his neck.
“Want you, god, I want you suck you off right now,” Taehyung whispered. “I swear Yoona does this on purpose and puts some weird aphrodisiac in the potpourri or an alien sex creamer in the coffee. God. Please.”
Jungkook grumbled something incoherent, not like he could do much else with the way Taehyung was curled above him, their legs mostly off the couch, but in a way so he was able to start biting at Jungkook’s abs and hipbones.
“Or it’s just you. God, baby, you’re gorgeous.”
“Fuck, Taehyung. I ... I ...”
“Don’t talk. Only moans.”
Jungkook was half way to saying yes when movement near the TV had them both freezing, and Jungkook suddenly remembered he had a cat now. They both looked over, at the way Suga smiled, slow and sexy, and his blue eyes gleamed at them. He turned only once with the blanket before snuggling back down into it, tail waving slowly behind him.
And then he talked for the first time.
“Aw, are you stopping? I was enjoying the show.”
Jungkook groaned and threw his arm over his face to cover the pink in his cheeks.
“What the fuck is this? Who the fuck are you? Jungkook, what ... why do you have a cat here?”
“I can explain--”
And Taehyung’s eyes went wide in understanding and he used his hands with a heavy push on Jungkook’s stomach to push away, standing above him, hands on his hips. “You can explain? That doesn’t sound good. Is he yours? Did you buy him? How could you do this? You can’t do that!”
“Tae, baby--”
“No, fuck you! You know how I feel about this, you know how I feel about--”
“I know, I know!”
Jungkook ran his hands through his hair and growled. “I didn’t have a choice! I told you about the cat in the window, the one in the cage that was too small, remember?”
Taehyung grunted in acknowledgment, glancing briefly at Suga.
“The owner lied and said the cage was big enough and he was an asshole, so I bought him. It was a spur of the moment thing and I gave him the option to leave or come with me, so he came with me.”
“He did give me a choice,” Suga added helpfully. “Though he did lure me here with the promise of lunch.”
“Jungkook!”
“I didn’t lure you ... I ... it wasn’t like that!”
Suga covered his mouth with a hand to hide his smile.
“This is ridiculous,” Taehyung said. “Where’s his paperwork?”
“Paperwork?”
“Yes, paperwork. Didn’t the pet shop owner give you a stack of papers that cover the cat’s history?”
Jungkook bit his lower lip. “Um, no. He didn’t do anything like that, or give me a receipt.”
“YOU DIDN’T GET A RECEIPT? JEON JUNGKOOK!”
Jungkook winced. “Um, sorry?”
“Oh my god, are you crazy? You have to get a receipt and his records. It has his registration number on them so you can legally register him under your name. It has his health records and his immunization records. If you don’t have proof that you own him, Hybrid Services can take him and have him euthanized if he has no papers!”
“Oh,” Jungkook said softly. “I didn’t know that.”
“Of course you didn’t know. This is a mess. You are a mess. I am ... just ... god.” Taehyung stopped pacing and spun to face him. “How long has it been since you bought him?”
“Only about an hour or an hour and a half.”
“Good, maybe he hasn’t ...” He pointed a finger in Jungkook’s face. “Stay here.” And then he turned to Suga and smiled. “Sorry about my friend. He’s pretty dumb.”
Suga shrugged and sat back on his feet, his white tail waving behind him. “He’s cute enough to get away with it.”
Taehyung’s smile widened. “Don’t I know it.” He ignored Jungkook’s protest. “Two questions. What is your last owner’s name and how long were you in that pet shop?”
“Hyunjoong and at least eight years.”
Taehyung’s eyes went wide. “You were in that cage for eight years?”
Suga sniffed but said nothing else.
“Okay, that’s ... fuck him. I’ll be right back.”
Jungkook didn’t know what to say and winced when the door slammed.
“That went well,” Suga said. “Boyfriend?”
Jungkook rubbed his face with one hand and sagged back into the couch. “Sort of? We’re just ...”
“Fuck buddies, got it.”
“No!” Jungkook denied and glared at him. “We’re boyfriends, but we’ve just ... been friends for a long time, and now we’re dating. It’s weird.”
“Ah, one of those. Got it. He’s really handsome. And is he why it sort of smells like flowers in here?”
Jungkook nodded. “He works at a metaphysical supply store that sells everything from stones and incense to fabric and bath bombs. He’s a bit of a nature-loving, hippy freak.”
Suga laughed and then bit his lip. “Cute.”
Jungkook leaned his head on the back of the couch. “He hates how hybrids are treated. He is always protesting and voting for hybrid rights, and god, I knew he was going to kill me.”
“He hasn’t yet, and your balls are still in tact, so I’d say it’ll be all right.”
“I’m sorry,” Jungkook whispered.
“What for?”
“Just ... you shouldn’t have an owner. Taehyung is right. You should be free and--”
Suga broke him off with a wry laugh and said, “Don’t apologize for getting me out of that pet shop. The only reasons Hyunjoong used soft, padded handcuffs on my wrists and ankles while he fucked me were to keep my claws out of his throat and so there wouldn’t be marks on my skin to make customers question about my treatment.”
Jungkook choked on his spit, staring at him wide eyed.
Suga grunted. “So yeah, kid, don’t apologize.”
It was quiet for another moment and then Jungkook asked, “So um, what’s your name? Besides Suga, I mean.”
Suga looked over at him and said nothing.
Jungkook knew that most hybrids had other names, but not all of them did. If Suga didn’t, then he would have just said, but this silence was telling.
“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. My name is Jeon Jungkook, if you didn’t get that from Taehyung yelling at me.”
Suga’s lips twitched in a smile. “I’ve been calling you Muscles in my head.”
Jungkook blushed. “I like ... I like to work out.”
“So I can see, and appreciate, by the way.”
His blush deepened and Suga laughed at him.
>(^o^)<
Jungkook’s friend-slash-boyfriend-slash fuck buddy-slash hippy freak was gone for almost an hour. When he returned, Yoongi was dozing on the chair that Jungkook had turned to face the window so it caught all the afternoon sunlight.
“You are so stupidly lucky that I am your best friend,” Taehyung said as a hello and slapped a stack of papers on the table. “He hadn’t shredded these yet. At first he refused to acknowledge Suga’s existence.”
“He’s an asshole,” Yoongi grumbled from the chair.
“I’ve already filed a complaint with Hybrid Services on how he runs that pet shop. How is he still in service with all those violations?”
“Probably bribes,” Yoongi said.
“Anyway, here. His papers, with his registration number. You have seven days to take him down to the nearest registration station. If you don’t do it within a business week, then you’ll be fined and Suga can be taken away from you.”
Jungkook stared at him.
“I think this is probably the part when you say thank you,” Yoongi muttered and curled up with the blanket to go back to sleep.
“Fuck, Tae. Thank you. Thank you so much for ...”
“Saving your ass? Again?”
“Yeah. I ... I wasn’t thinking, and I should have told you, but he was ... in that cage and--”
“Hey, hey, I know. I know. I get it. I have a hard time walking by pet shops all the time. I’d buy them all if I had the money.”
Their voices stopped and Yoongi picked up the sound of soft kisses and tried not to grumble too loud.
“I’m not mad at you,” Taehyung said. “I’m not. Don’t look at me that way. I’m not really happy about this, but you’ve always been a full-steam ahead, fuck-the-consequences sort of guy. It’s part of why I like you so much and when that devotion, that ... conviction is thrown at me, well, then it’s just ...”
More kisses, and Yoongi tried to wrap the blanket around his head to drown out the sounds, but fuck his hearing. He heard the small, wet noises and the soft moans that Jungkook made.
“I was well on my way to blowing you earlier, but take out?”
Jungkook moaned in disappointment.
“Yeah, well, it’s really your fault, you ass. I’m never going to be comfortable doing that here with you now that you’ve got Suga.”
Well, at least he wasn’t the only one that wasn’t going to be getting any for a while. Yoongi flicked his ears in irritation. He didn’t like Hyunjoong at all, but the man did have a pretty good dick game, even if their fuckings were more abuse than anything. He really wanted to see the way those two fucked.
Romance. Love?
The soft noises punctuated by soft laughter really showed that they were in love.
He’d never admit it out loud, but there were many days when Yoongi wondered what that was like. He buried his head in the blanket and tried to block out their noises.
Part 2: Cold Shower. Ice, Ice Cold.
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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 1:
The bells on the front door jingled often enough that Yoongi mostly ignored them. A single ear twitched at the sound, but no more effort was required to be aware of another customer entering the pet shop.
Until a voice said, “The white cat in the window. That cage is too small for him.”
Hold up, what?
Both of Yoongi’s ears perked up, one swiveling toward the counter on the other side of the store.
“It’s large enough under the laws, young man,” Hyunjoong replied, his voice careful. Yoongi fought back a snort. Yes, the cage was, or had been, before he’d actually grown up. Now he just liked it and told Hyunjoong to fuck off if he ever wanted to move him.
“He can’t even stand up.”
“Suga doesn’t ever stand up.”
That was true. Yoongi much preferred to sleep, but it may have been nice to stretch his legs more often than in the shower that he was allowed to take every other day or so. He just didn’t care too much. Not in this shitty place.
“That’s just--”
“Look, kid. I don’t break the laws, and frankly, Suga is a hellion.”
A low growl started in the back of Yoongi’s throat, and he finally opened an slitted blue eye and turned his head to watch them.
“See?”
The young man turned enough for Yoongi to get a glimpse of his face. Definitely young. No more than twenty. His brown eyes were hard, his mouth set in a firm line, and his forehead crinkled in anger. He was almost pouting and it was almost cute.
Yoongi let the growl die and shut his eyes, flicking his tail. It hit the edge of the cage and he huffed. Yeah, the cage was small, but it was home. Mostly. The sun hit his cage and stayed bright, giving him a warm place to nap in the late afternoon. If he was anywhere else in the pet shop, he lost access to the sun. And it was better than the small box he’d been kept in before this.
“I ... I want to buy him.”
Silence.
Yoongi’s ear twitched and he held his breath. Is this kid serious?
Hyunjoong chuckled, the noise low and deep. “No, you don’t, kid.”
“Yes, I do.” His voice wavered. A small shuffling noise filled the silence for a little while. “There. I want him.”
“Kid, that’s fifty more than his sale price. You know why Suga’s on sale, right? It’s because he won’t stop scratching and hissing at everything that touches him. And I do not let anyone buy my pets until they’ve had time alone with each other in the petting room.”
God, Yoongi hated the petting room. It was cold and smelled like dogs, and people poked at him and cooed and then screamed and left when he wouldn’t do more than curl up in a ball and hiss and scratch.
“I don’t need to get to know him or pet him or play with him. I want him.”
Yoongi paid attention just because of the footfalls headed toward his cage.
“Well, fine. If you’re going to throw your money away. You can’t bring him back. There’s no returns or refunds allowed on sale items.”
That was such a lie. So many people had returned him after only a day. He lasted a whole week with one family once.
Feeling himself stiffening, Yoongi held his breath again.
“Stop playing ‘possum, you spoiled brat,” Hyunjoong said. “I know you’ve heard this entire conversation. Come on.”
Metal clicked onto his collar and Yoongi growled, swiping and just missing Hyunjoong’s hand. He was getting faster.
“Nice try.” The cage door opened a moment later and the leash pulled taut.
Yoongi did not want to go anywhere and he tried his best to hold himself in his cage, keeping the growls low and his eyes narrowed. But he’d learned through a couple broken fingers not to cling to the wires of the cage. Hyunjoong did not care if he broke his fingers.
He practically fell to the floor and only landed on his feet because of his quick reflexes. He was not given time to adjust and nearly face-planted before being tugged toward the counter. He gripped the leash but did not pull, knowing the quick backhand that’d connect to his cheek if he tried to escape. He kept up his low hissing almost on instinct at this point.
The tile floor was cold on his bare feet after the warmth of the sun through the window. He rubbed at his bare arms, growing more and more pissed off with each step. His tail jerked wildly behind him and his ears lay flat on his head.
As soon as he was close enough, he hissed in the customer’s general direction, but did not look up. Not until a small burst of laughter echoed in his ears for a moment.
Laughter, but not at him. Just in general amusement.
Yoongi looked up to glare at the kid. He was tall. Strong. Tight ripped up black jeans that showed off his muscular thighs and a large white T-shirt that swamped him but still fell in a telling way across broad shoulders. Yoongi would give almost anything to see him without that shirt on. He was obviously ripped.
But if the young man was serious about buying him ... maybe ... he’d get to see them soon.
Hyunjoong blocked his view and held out the leash.
The young man looked at it and then said, “I don’t think I need that.”
“If he runs off as soon as he’s outside, then you just wasted two hundred dollars.”
Their eyes met and pink flushed over the guy’s cheeks. “No, I didn’t.”
Yoongi’s low hissing stopped. What did that mean?
Hyunjoong snorted. “Whatever you say, kid.”
Yoongi was too surprised to do more than growl a little when the leash was gone. Too entranced by the dark brown eyes. Too captivated with wonder at the stupidity of this brat.
“He’s yours now. I don’t even think I’m going to give you a receipt. From now on, that cat is no longer mine.”
Yoongi smiled.
“Looks like he doesn’t care. Come on.” He held out his hand.
Yoongi looked at it and up at his face. He crossed his arms, burying his hands into his armpits. The guy only smiled at him and then turned and went to the door. He held it open.
Yoongi took a few cautious steps forward, eyes darting from the freedom of outside to Hyunjoong. But Hyunjoong had already left for the back rooms, the money gone from the counter.
“You can come with me,” the guy said, “or you can run away. I don’t care. I haven’t had lunch yet, though, so maybe you want to come home with me. My friend made some amazing shrimp curry.”
Yoongi bit his lower lip in a sharp incisor and took a few more steps forward. He weaved by the guy and into the world. The smells hit him first, a punch in the nose after only sniffing a few lingering hints of the outside from inside his cage. And then the people. There were quite a few people. The cars were noisier. Everything smelled weird.
And the sun was brighter and warmer on his skin. He tilted his head back and smiled, letting it soak into him. The concrete burned his feet. He just wanted to sink down on its warmth and sleep.
The guy chuckled at him again. “Come on. I live this way. Do you want to walk or I can carry you?”
Yoongi danced away from the hand going for his shoulder.
“Okay. Walk. There’s lots of people here, so try to stay close.” And he started walking.
Yoongi watched him walk away. He stayed put. He didn’t have to follow him. He didn’t have to be on a leash or have an owner. He could run away. He knew enough about the world to stay away from Hybrid Service agents trying to pick him up. He’d survive on his own. He’d often dreamed of escaping and living a life free of a collar.
Scratching under his faded red collar, Yoongi glanced back at the pet shop window. The couple of other cats were glaring at him. He heard them gossip about him all the time. About how he’d never be adopted. How no one wanted him. How he would die alone.
Well, fuck them.
“Suga?” he heard from a few feet in front of him. The guy had stopped and turned around. Waiting to see what Yoongi would do.
Yoongi smiled. He stuck his tongue out at the other cats, flipped them off for good measure and scampered forward to catch up with his new owner.
>(^o^)<
Taehyung was going to kill him.
Kill him.
Drawn and quartered.
Destroyed.
But Jungkook knew he’d made the right decision. The cat ... Suga ... Suga followed him home, just a few steps behind him the entire way. Jungkook filled the short walk with chatter, explaining how he walked by the pet store everyday and how he saw Suga’s price keep falling, and that the cage was too small and he just ... felt bad, and he hadn’t really meant to buy Suga, just ...
And then he fell silent and cleared his throat.
“This is our building,” he said. “If you ever go out or get lost or something, just remember that it’s above the gay salon.” Jungkook waved at Jimin through the window like he did everyday. JImin was cutting someone’s hair so he only smiled back. And winked.
He opened the door and let the cat through and down the tiled hallway to the set of stairs at the end and past the building’s wall of mailboxes. “We’re on the third floor. We don’t have an elevator, will you be okay on the stairs?”
Suga snorted and walked toward the stairs, jumping up them a few paws at a time. Jungkook smiled and hurried after him. At the top, the cat was sitting down, licking at the back of his hand in distaste.
Jungkook chuckled as he walked by him on the stairs. He led the way down the hall. “We’re in apartment thirty-two. I’ll make you a key if you want, to come and go as you please.”
Suga slipped through the door behind him and then just stopped, back against the wall next to the door.
Jungkook tried to see his apartment through the eyes of someone new. It was pretty small, somewhere between a studio and a one bedroom. The main room was completely open, with only the difference in fake-wood floor and cheap-laminate tile separating the living room and the kitchen area.
Seokjin-hyung had helped him decorate and create separate spaces with the furniture. He had a higher than normal table, long, like a bar that served as more cooking and prep space and an eating space with four high chair/stools around it. The space was too small for a regular-sized couch, but he did have a two-seater and an armchair (both a deeper shade of green than Jungkook would have picked himself, but the orange, blue and teal pillows and rugs somehow tied everything together) that formed a space in the middle of the room and faced his TV and game consoles. There was a small bookshelf next to them, though it was more apt to call it a movie and game shelf. He had floating shelves all along one wall in the bedroom area that held all his manga.
The electronics were against the three-quarter wall that separated the main room from the bedroom area. Jungkook could see over it and into the small space that held his bed. He was lucky enough to have a decently large closet and a small separate bathroom with a door.
Somedays it felt too small for one person, and now Jungkook had invited another one in.
But Suga was small, his head only coming up to Jungkook’s chin. He didn’t look healthy, his ribs poking out and his hips too narrow. He wore only a white tank top and a small pair of tight blue shorts. And his collar. It was red, faded and frazzled in places. He didn’t even have a tag with his name or anything.
Would Suga want a new collar?
“You’re free to explore,” Jungkook finally said in the silence. He took off his shoes and placed them on the shoe rack right next to the door. “I’m going to heat up some leftovers for my lunch. Is there anything you don’t like or can’t eat?”
Suga met his eyes for a moment. His eyes were still wide, still darting all over the place. His breaths short and quick. His ears were perked up completely and his tail ramrod straight so it poked up over his head. In the dimmer light of his apartment, he looked more blonde than white. The sun in the window of that pet shop had lightened his hair and fur. His ears were darker at the base, ending in white tufts at the tip. And his tail was the same, almost striped in blonde, cream and white fur.
He looked adorable, and Jungkook fought back a smile.
Finally, the cat looked away and shook his head.
Chuckling, Jungkook moved into the kitchen. He hoped Suga was okay. He hoped that Suga didn’t really hate him. The cat hadn’t said a single thing to him yet. But Jungkook knew better than to force him into anything.
He felt his face flush at those implications. Most of the time pets were purchased for pleasure or companionship. He didn’t really know anyone that had a cat just to ... have a cat. Even Seokjin-hyung and Jimin-hyung had some kind of relationship with their pets, though Jungkook knew better than to ask, because no fucking way did he need details, and sometimes all four of them had a problem with oversharing.
Good fuck, Taehyung was going to kill him.
>(^o^)<
Yoongi stayed by the door, ears only moving when the guy made noises in the kitchen.
The guy. His new owner. He still didn’t know his name. He watched him in the kitchen area for a moment and decided that he’d call him Muscles until he learned his name. The kid was really strong, nice trim waist and Yoongi watched him bend over to show off his perky ass and the back of those firm thighs. Yoongi wanted to dig his claws into them.
God. He hadn’t been so attracted to anything in such a long time.
But it didn’t really seem like Muscles purchased him for sex. Not like most pets. Maybe he was really sincere and had just bought him to get him out of that too-small cage.
This apartment wasn’t very big, but it was much bigger than the cage, and there behind a green armchair was a tempting patch of sun on a green and blue spiraled rug. Yoongi took a few steps forward and then stopped and flattened back against the wall. Was that allowed? Could he just walk through the room like he belonged there and curl up on the floor? He wasn’t sure, but he didn’t want to ask for permission either. Was he even allowed to talk?
And then there was humming, a soft noise, pretty music, and then a voice, singing from the kitchen. Quiet. Unassuming. Relaxing. And on key. Muscles had some pipes on him.
Yoongi felt himself smiling. And relaxing. He moved slowly, trying to distinguish all the smells around him. It smelled like ... forest-y. Probably Muscles’ cologne. Everything smelled pretty clean. Just a clean smell. Almost bland. Like there was nothing. Everything smelled fresh and neutral. Nothing too harsh. Almost like soap. Plain soap. Flowery a little. Just a very faint flower smell in the air like there was a bouquet of them somewhere.
Yoongi really liked it. It’d be really easy to mark everything. He rubbed against the back of the couch on his way to the spot of sun.
The chair looked comfortable, and Yoongi had plans to claim it as his own, but not just yet. Not ... He stopped though and saw a folded blanket on it. Just one of those small throw blankets people usually wrapped up in to watch a movie. A quick glance at Muscles showed him still busy in the kitchen.
He snagged it off the chair. It smelled really good. That same neutral soap scent mixed with something or someone a little more ... masculine. And maybe ... that floral smell again. This time stronger. Roses?
Well, whatever. It was his blanket now. He wrapped it around his shoulders, turned around a few times in the warm spot of carpet and then sank down into a ball and relaxed. It took a moment for him to even realize he was purring. There was part of him that wanted him to stay cautious, that this was too good to be true, that it was all just a dream. But he told it to shut the fuck up.
If it was just a dream, it was the best dream he’d had in a long time.
>(^o^)<
“Suga?” Jungkook said, heart speeding up when he didn’t see the cat anywhere. Had he left while he was making food? Jungkook did not remember the door opening.
Slightly panicked, he moved around the table and then spotted the lump of green on the floor behind the chair. Suga’s white tail was curled outside of the blanket in a question mark against the wood flooring.
Jungkook said his name again. His ears did not twitch, so he figured the cat was asleep. There was a patch of sunlight half on the cat and half off, and Jungkook smiled wider. He’d found a warm spot. Careful to be quiet, Jungkook moved around him and lifted the shades, flooding the room with more sunlight.
The cat jerked, twisted around in the blanket until his face was finally free and he blinked at the light. A few blinks later, his eyes fell on Jungkook and then he growled and tried to jump away, but was too entangled in the blanket.
“Hey, sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Jungkook put up his hands and stepped away.
The cat twisted again, not bothering to unwrap himself from the blanket now, and slid closer to the wall.
Jungkook huffed in frustration, stepping back toward the kitchen. “I’m sorry. Hey, I made food if you want to eat?”
Suga blinked slowly at him, his eyes staying closed for longer than Jungkook expected. His ears were twitching and his tail sliding along the floor. He kept the blanket wrapped around him.
“I can leave yours on the floor if you want,” Jungkook said carefully. “Or you can come and sit with me at the table. It’s your choice.”
Suga nodded once and Jungkook figured that he could figure out what the cat wanted on if Suga followed him to the table, so he went there. Sitting the farthest from Suga so the cat wouldn’t have to move by him if he chose to come to the table. Jungkook pulled out his phone to check his social media (god, those four were seriously way too open about their life together) and started eating the reheated seafood curry that Seokjin-hyung had brought over for him.
He had two texts from Taehyung. The first one was a mess of symbols and emojis that said something along the lines of his day being boring and can he go home yet? And a second asking where the hell Jungkook was because Jungkook always sent back an eye roll to his key smashes.
Jungkook texted him back and said he was home for the day. He thought about telling him about Suga, but Taehyung was going to kill him. Better to prolong the inevitable.
He had no idea what to do now that he had a cat. And what did he have to buy? He didn’t know anyone other than Seokjin-hyung and Jimin-hyung who had a cat, but if he started asking questions then Seokjin-hyung would just know and then Taehyung would know and Taehyung was going to kill him.
His train of thought stopped when a pale hand reached over the edge of the table, followed by a blond head with white ears and then the shoulders of the cute cat.
And he was really cute. Really pretty with a round face and a cute little nose, and he had such pretty blue eyes. Sure, he hadn’t done more than glare since Jungkook saw him, but that small moment, when he had just stood under the sun and smiled. He’d looked so adorable.
God, Jungkook was a goner.
Jungkook bit back a whimper.
Suga sat across from him and Jungkook tried not to smile before pushing the other plate toward him.
Suga licked his lips with a pink tongue and then started eating, with his fingers. He ignored the chopsticks, and Jungkook understood why. His claws were long. Maybe Jungkook would ask if he wanted them cut.
Maybe Jungkook would ... just talk. Maybe not. He didn’t know what to say.
So they ate quietly until his phone buzzed and Suga jumped with a hiss and then was gone away from the table pretty damn quick. Jungkook only saw the corner of the blanket disappear behind the chair.
The text was from Taehyung, yelling nothing but FREEDOMMMMMMM!!!!, meaning he was off work.
Jungkook sent him his eye roll.
It was going to be a really long night. Of awkward silence. It wasn’t any quieter than normal when Jungkook was here alone. Just knowing there was someone else there just made things ... different.
From now on, his life was going to be different.
He left Suga’s half-eaten food on the table in case he wanted to come back to it and took his own dish to the sink. He was way too wound up to do any dishes, so he left them in the sink and went to the couch, sagging into the soft cushions.
A few minutes later, he heard movement, but didn’t get up or try to look, just a bit of pale and green in the corner of his eyes as he scrolled through his twitter. He smiled when Suga went back to the food and the silence grew a bit more comfortable.
The sound of a key in the lock had them both looking at the door in surprise, and Jungkook cursed the day that he gave Taehyung a key. He was supposed to go home first!
Suga was gone and behind the chair again before the door opened and Taehyung sauntered in all pretty in blue, wide legged pants and a thin white tunic and purple beads in his hair and that smile that had first made Jungkook’s heart stop.
The door shut almost at the same time that Taehyung fell over the back of the couch and on top of Jungkook and his breath was stolen in a kiss, a heavy one that obviously had more intentions behind it than just a simple hello.
God, Taehyung was beautiful and it was on automatic that Jungkook’s hand found its way into Taehyung’s longer hair and the other one went up the back of his tunic to touch his soft skin. He smelled like roses and something a little spicier, one of the incense burners from his store. Taehyung settle deeper against him, forcing his legs apart, one on the floor and the other over his back. Taehyung rolled his hips against Jungkook’s crotch.
His moan echoed in the apartment, and then he was gasping as Taehyung nipped down his neck.
“Want you, god, I want you suck you off right now,” Taehyung whispered. “I swear Yoona does this on purpose and puts some weird aphrodisiac in the potpourri or an alien sex creamer in the coffee. God. Please.”
Jungkook grumbled something incoherent, not like he could do much else with the way Taehyung was curled above him, their legs mostly off the couch, but in a way so he was able to start biting at Jungkook’s abs and hipbones.
“Or it’s just you. God, baby, you’re gorgeous.”
“Fuck, Taehyung. I ... I ...”
“Don’t talk. Only moans.”
Jungkook was half way to saying yes when movement near the TV had them both freezing, and Jungkook suddenly remembered he had a cat now. They both looked over, at the way Suga smiled, slow and sexy, and his blue eyes gleamed at them. He turned only once with the blanket before snuggling back down into it, tail waving slowly behind him.
And then he talked for the first time.
“Aw, are you stopping? I was enjoying the show.”
Jungkook groaned and threw his arm over his face to cover the pink in his cheeks.
“What the fuck is this? Who the fuck are you? Jungkook, what ... why do you have a cat here?”
“I can explain--”
And Taehyung’s eyes went wide in understanding and he used his hands with a heavy push on Jungkook’s stomach to push away, standing above him, hands on his hips. “You can explain? That doesn’t sound good. Is he yours? Did you buy him? How could you do this? You can’t do that!”
“Tae, baby--”
“No, fuck you! You know how I feel about this, you know how I feel about--”
“I know, I know!”
Jungkook ran his hands through his hair and growled. “I didn’t have a choice! I told you about the cat in the window, the one in the cage that was too small, remember?”
Taehyung grunted in acknowledgment, glancing briefly at Suga.
“The owner lied and said the cage was big enough and he was an asshole, so I bought him. It was a spur of the moment thing and I gave him the option to leave or come with me, so he came with me.”
“He did give me a choice,” Suga added helpfully. “Though he did lure me here with the promise of lunch.”
“Jungkook!”
“I didn’t lure you ... I ... it wasn’t like that!”
Suga covered his mouth with a hand to hide his smile.
“This is ridiculous,” Taehyung said. “Where’s his paperwork?”
“Paperwork?”
“Yes, paperwork. Didn’t the pet shop owner give you a stack of papers that cover the cat’s history?”
Jungkook bit his lower lip. “Um, no. He didn’t do anything like that, or give me a receipt.”
“YOU DIDN’T GET A RECEIPT? JEON JUNGKOOK!”
Jungkook winced. “Um, sorry?”
“Oh my god, are you crazy? You have to get a receipt and his records. It has his registration number on them so you can legally register him under your name. It has his health records and his immunization records. If you don’t have proof that you own him, Hybrid Services can take him and have him euthanized if he has no papers!”
“Oh,” Jungkook said softly. “I didn’t know that.”
“Of course you didn’t know. This is a mess. You are a mess. I am ... just ... god.” Taehyung stopped pacing and spun to face him. “How long has it been since you bought him?”
“Only about an hour or an hour and a half.”
“Good, maybe he hasn’t ...” He pointed a finger in Jungkook’s face. “Stay here.” And then he turned to Suga and smiled. “Sorry about my friend. He’s pretty dumb.”
Suga shrugged and sat back on his feet, his white tail waving behind him. “He’s cute enough to get away with it.”
Taehyung’s smile widened. “Don’t I know it.” He ignored Jungkook’s protest. “Two questions. What is your last owner’s name and how long were you in that pet shop?”
“Hyunjoong and at least eight years.”
Taehyung’s eyes went wide. “You were in that cage for eight years?”
Suga sniffed but said nothing else.
“Okay, that’s ... fuck him. I’ll be right back.”
Jungkook didn’t know what to say and winced when the door slammed.
“That went well,” Suga said. “Boyfriend?”
Jungkook rubbed his face with one hand and sagged back into the couch. “Sort of? We’re just ...”
“Fuck buddies, got it.”
“No!” Jungkook denied and glared at him. “We’re boyfriends, but we’ve just ... been friends for a long time, and now we’re dating. It’s weird.”
“Ah, one of those. Got it. He’s really handsome. And is he why it sort of smells like flowers in here?”
Jungkook nodded. “He works at a metaphysical supply store that sells everything from stones and incense to fabric and bath bombs. He’s a bit of a nature-loving, hippy freak.”
Suga laughed and then bit his lip. “Cute.”
Jungkook leaned his head on the back of the couch. “He hates how hybrids are treated. He is always protesting and voting for hybrid rights, and god, I knew he was going to kill me.”
“He hasn’t yet, and your balls are still in tact, so I’d say it’ll be all right.”
“I’m sorry,” Jungkook whispered.
“What for?”
“Just ... you shouldn’t have an owner. Taehyung is right. You should be free and--”
Suga broke him off with a wry laugh and said, “Don’t apologize for getting me out of that pet shop. The only reasons Hyunjoong used soft, padded handcuffs on my wrists and ankles while he fucked me were to keep my claws out of his throat and so there wouldn’t be marks on my skin to make customers question about my treatment.”
Jungkook choked on his spit, staring at him wide eyed.
Suga grunted. “So yeah, kid, don’t apologize.”
It was quiet for another moment and then Jungkook asked, “So um, what’s your name? Besides Suga, I mean.”
Suga looked over at him and said nothing.
Jungkook knew that most hybrids had other names, but not all of them did. If Suga didn’t, then he would have just said, but this silence was telling.
“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. My name is Jeon Jungkook, if you didn’t get that from Taehyung yelling at me.”
Suga’s lips twitched in a smile. “I’ve been calling you Muscles in my head.”
Jungkook blushed. “I like ... I like to work out.”
“So I can see, and appreciate, by the way.”
His blush deepened and Suga laughed at him.
>(^o^)<
Jungkook’s friend-slash-boyfriend-slash fuck buddy-slash hippy freak was gone for almost an hour. When he returned, Yoongi was dozing on the chair that Jungkook had turned to face the window so it caught all the afternoon sunlight.
“You are so stupidly lucky that I am your best friend,” Taehyung said as a hello and slapped a stack of papers on the table. “He hadn’t shredded these yet. At first he refused to acknowledge Suga’s existence.”
“He’s an asshole,” Yoongi grumbled from the chair.
“I’ve already filed a complaint with Hybrid Services on how he runs that pet shop. How is he still in service with all those violations?”
“Probably bribes,” Yoongi said.
“Anyway, here. His papers, with his registration number. You have seven days to take him down to the nearest registration station. If you don’t do it within a business week, then you’ll be fined and Suga can be taken away from you.”
Jungkook stared at him.
“I think this is probably the part when you say thank you,” Yoongi muttered and curled up with the blanket to go back to sleep.
“Fuck, Tae. Thank you. Thank you so much for ...”
“Saving your ass? Again?”
“Yeah. I ... I wasn’t thinking, and I should have told you, but he was ... in that cage and--”
“Hey, hey, I know. I know. I get it. I have a hard time walking by pet shops all the time. I’d buy them all if I had the money.”
Their voices stopped and Yoongi picked up the sound of soft kisses and tried not to grumble too loud.
“I’m not mad at you,” Taehyung said. “I’m not. Don’t look at me that way. I’m not really happy about this, but you’ve always been a full-steam ahead, fuck-the-consequences sort of guy. It’s part of why I like you so much and when that devotion, that ... conviction is thrown at me, well, then it’s just ...”
More kisses, and Yoongi tried to wrap the blanket around his head to drown out the sounds, but fuck his hearing. He heard the small, wet noises and the soft moans that Jungkook made.
“I was well on my way to blowing you earlier, but take out?”
Jungkook moaned in disappointment.
“Yeah, well, it’s really your fault, you ass. I’m never going to be comfortable doing that here with you now that you’ve got Suga.”
Well, at least he wasn’t the only one that wasn’t going to be getting any for a while. Yoongi flicked his ears in irritation. He didn’t like Hyunjoong at all, but the man did have a pretty good dick game, even if their fuckings were more abuse than anything. He really wanted to see the way those two fucked.
Romance. Love?
The soft noises punctuated by soft laughter really showed that they were in love.
He’d never admit it out loud, but there were many days when Yoongi wondered what that was like. He buried his head in the blanket and tried to block out their noises.
Part 2: Cold Shower. Ice, Ice Cold.
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