What's One More

Building Storm

Today Jungkook starts his first self defense class, a beginner adult class at a school that offers hybrid classes. Someone Yoongi knows referred you to the school. The school is conveniently close to home and within walking distance. You offer to take him and sit on the bench during the class. 

There are a mix of ages, some younger than Jungkook, some older. Part of the reason you volunteered to take him is that you want everyone in his class to know who his alpha is and you intend on scenting him before every single lesson so that no one forgets. No hybrid is going to mess with another hybrid that smells like a predator, and if they are stupid enough to do that, they deserve to get their ass kicked by you.

You're hyper observant at first, but you notice some of the prey hybrids getting edgy and you dial it back a lot.

You're not sure you like the teacher, she... She seems nice but condescending, like she thinks her students are dumb. Typical for a human though. Yoongi and Jimin are rare breeds.

As the class finishes, all the students go to change into street clothes and you wait patiently. Jungkook comes out with a wide smile on his face, his hair a little wild and sweaty from his class. You take a moment to comb it back in order.

"I'm just going to be putting on a hat, Y/N!" But the scold is half hearted and you tsk, still running your fingers through it. His hair never ceased to fascinate you, the electric blue on the sides, the russet red on top, he is gorgeous. You go up slightly on your toes and kiss the point of his nose. He blushes and giggles as he pulls his hat on and the sound makes your heart sing.

"Come on, let's go." You take his hand and lead him out.

Immediately when you walk inside your home you can sense tension. Hoseok is in the kitchen and Namjoon is in the living room. They are both standing, defensively facing each other. When they see you they both deflate. Hoseok brushes Jungkook's chin and gives him an almost convincing wink as he hurries upstairs to his room.

"How did it go, Kookie?" Namjoon asks Jungkook as he settles onto the couch, pretending like nothing happened. Jungkook practically skips over to him and plops down next to his older companion.

"Yoongi upstairs?" You ask. Namjoon just nods and focuses on the excited hybrid next of him. What were they arguing about now? You take a deep breath before walking up the stairs to Yoongi's studio.

Their arguments seem almost constant, nit picking about stupid shit and as much as you try to keep the peace, it doesn't seem to help. Thankfully Jimin had offered to take Hoseok to his dance studio a few times a week. 

Hoseok's ribs are still mending and he can't really participate but he loves watching Jimin's classes and it gets him out of the house, which is best for everyone at the moment.

You knock at the studio door and wait for the ok to come in. Yoongi's tongue is playing with the corner of his mouth as he squints at his monitor. It quickly turns into a gummy smile when he sees you. You close the door and he pushes away from his desk stretching.

"How did the class go?" You shrug.

"I think Jungkook had a good time, I don't know about the teacher though." You curl up on the window seat, arguably your favorite place in the house.

"What don't you like?" He focuses on his monitor again.

"She's just... very human." Yoongi scoffs, turning to you.

"Rude, Y/N!" He folds his arms and mock glares at you.

"Sorry!" You laugh, "I just mean that she kind of – you could tell that she kind of looked down on her students." Yoongi is really frowning this time, brows knitting in worry, so you rush on, "She was very polite and professional. I'm sure she's a great teacher, I'm just a bit picky." He relaxes into his chair.