Co-Exist {BTS hybrid AU}

Expectations vs Reality

The sugar glider had woken up around three hours prior to my home time and when I told him my plans of fostering him, just for a little bit, he wasn't the least against it. At first I had the doctors check him over for any brain damage, but it turns out he truly wanted to go home with me. Despite how Yoongi had treated him..

Speaking of Yoongi, I never got to ask about his thoughts on taking in the glider, but then again he would be against it anyway. I had saw him once throughout the time I was working, he was talking to one of the rabbit hybrids. IU I believe her name was. For some strange reason, I didn't mind, he was communicating with people and it made me feel like a proud mother.

After tending to the more dangerously considered hybrids, I went back to the infirmary. The glider squeaked upon my arrival, bouncing up and down on the mattress and I panicked, almost instantly picking him up so he didn't do anymore damage. The small fluff seemed very curious as it clawed it's way up my jacket, pulling on my hair to rest on my head. It was pretty adorable, especially when his doe eyes stared back at you in the mirror.

As I made my way to the entrance, hopefully where Yoongi would be waiting for me, I couldn't help but internally panic. Would Yoongi freak out like he did before? Would I have to break out another fight? I really hoped that for once he would accept one of my decisions, that he could trust me enough to know what I'm doing. The glider rubbed it's head against me, like Yoongi does when he tries to reassure me; and I smiled slipping him a small carrot I had stolen from the rabbit food earlier that day.

His squeal of happiness gained Yoongi's attention before I even noticed him coming towards me, and when I say he did not look happy. He did not. I was in the middle of a hissing fest before I could even explain the situation.

" Please Yoongi, just this once let me bring him home." I'm not sure if I was begging at this point, but whatever it was it seemed to work. His face seemed to soften, his eyes wide as though he was contemplating something before scowling and walking away. "Yoongi!"

I don't even think I had exited the facility before I saw my car being driven - at an unreasonable speed my I add - out of the gates and onto the streets. It sucked, being left alone at the front doors of my work place at little past ten of a night with nothing but an injured hybrid to take home. I also needed to take groceries.

" I promise you'll like him when you get to know him." I stated, more to myself that the hybrid on my head but he seemed to know as he didn't give much of a response. " Do you want to come get groceries with me?"

With that the hybrid squeaked, tugging on the strands of hair that no doubt sprung loose. It's strange to be walking home, even stranger to get groceries so late of a night. It was even stranger not having Yoongi by myside instead an unidentified hybrid who is not so used to humans.

We reached the supermarket in no time, which thankfully greeted us with warmth that I much needed as well as the small hybrid that made a blanket out of my hair. I picked up a basket, making my way slowly around the isles. The sugar glider sniffed, squeaking every now and then as we passed a certain item. I shook my head gently, careful not to send him sprawling across the floor.

" You can't eat human food." I spoke softly, gaining a few eyes from passers. The glider squeaked, almost protesting against my words as he shuffled about on my head. " And no you cannot come out of animal form until your wounds are healed."

The hybrid huffed, sitting down abruptly, it was a wonder I didn't fall over. I sighed, picking up the ramen that he brought to my attention and placing it in the basket. I felt his small arms wrap around my head as though he was hugging me and I chuckled slightly. The scenario happened a few more times, but each time he would go bigger and a lot more better. Meat seemed to be a reoccurring theme.

I didn't mind spending longer in the supermarket, just hearing the small noises of happiness come from the hybrid distracted me from the miserable one waiting at home. It didn't make me forget him, hell no, it just made me feel bad about the situation but I had a solution. One that could potentially be good or bad.

Paying and walking home seemed to be the only thing keeping me awake until the darkness of the street overcame my senses. Of course I wasn't one to collapse after a hard days work but it really felt like I needed to. I'm not quite sure how long I was speaking to the hybrid, who was likely asleep, but it passed away the time for me to stand outside my house contemplating how to go about it.

We hardly ever had hybrids in the house, apart from the occasional visit, JB had been the only hybrid to step foot into our household for years. It kinda excites me, having the house occupied by people I love but I know it will strain my relationship with Yoongi.

Deciding not to spend the night outside I gave myself enough courage to open the door. To a dark room. Yoongi must be asleep I assume. With both hybrids asleep I crept as silently as I could through the halls, taking a peak inside our room only to find it empty. That meant he was probably in my fathers study. With tiredness creeping up on me I decide to put the hybrid in my old room. It wasn't much but it should suit his purpose until he leaves.

I placed him softly on the pillow, pulling the quilt over his slightly shivering body and smiled lightly. It seemed only yesterday I did the same to Yoongi, so I placed a soft kiss on the top of his head before leaving, keeping the door open slightly in case something happened.

Travelling back down to the main room. I lay down on the couch watching the curtains dance in the moonlight, trying to keep the barrier inside me maintained. Yes, I wanted to cry. Why? You may ask. Because it brought back memories. Memories that I never wanted to resurface. Let me ask.

Does crying make you weak?

To some the answer may be yes. Even to me the answer is yes. Yet being strong for so long can only go on for so much. Having nobody to rely on but yourself eventually suffocates you, it dwindles your body to the fading embers of a fire.

Then nothing.

But is crying over something you miss so pitiful? If you had your entire family ripped away from you under cruel circumstances, could you tell me that you wouldn't remotely be sad? If the answer is no, you clearly haven't lost anything to feel that grief. If the answer is yes, then you know just how numb everything becomes, how lost you really feel and how eventually:

Everything changes.