Please be my Valentine/Valentine Oneshot Request book (CLOSED)

💟Adopt me//PJM💟

(Requested by RememberThoseDreams )

(This probably wasn't written as good as I wanted it to be, but anyway)

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I'm a Pomeranian Hybrid. As a toddler, I was given away to an animal shelter. I can't remember my parents, nor any other family members. I do, however, remember my previous owner. He was a nice old man. His name was Tom, and he lived in a city apartment in New York. In a way, he was kind of like the dad I never had. He would constantly talk to me, pat me, feed me, and just make me feel safe.

Now, you're probably like, did he know you were a hybrid? The answer is, no, he didn't. I had grown accustomed to keeping in my dog form at the animal shelter in fear of being found out. I watched the humans treat the hybrids awfully, and I didn't want that for me.

I had gotten close to Tom, and I didn't want to ruin that by showing him that I was actually also a human.

Tom used to have his grandchildren over, and they would play with me non-stop. I loved them so much, all of them.

One day, Tom said he was going to visit family and promised me that the neighbour would watch over me. The neighbour came in a few times, fed me, pat me, and then left. Then, all of the sudden, he stopped coming. I was so hungry that I had to return to my human form to get myself something to eat.

I waited and waited and waited for Tom, but he never showed up. At some point, his family began coming into the house and taking items, until the house was almost empty. I could overhear them talking about me, but I guess they decided I wasn't really that important and left me. I grew scared and despaired, wondering what had happened to Tom.

A few weeks later, the door suddenly opened, and out of it came a short, brown haired boy carrying boxes in his arms. He set them down and then noticed me in the corner of the kitchen. He was pretty worried at first, and I saw him pick up his phone and make phone calls. When he was finished, he didn't really look like he knew what he was doing.

During the days that past, the man treated me just as nicely as Tom. He fed me, bathed me, and even gave me a new collar.

I figured out his name was Jimin the day he took me into his car and drove me to a building. He wrote something down on a paper, and then took me home. He asked me what he should name me. Tom had called me 'Pompom' but I obviously wasn't able to tell him that. He decided to call me 'Bokshiri' because it meant 'fluffy' in his language.

It all changed the day he went on a work trip. He had left me at home, and I had become scared. He was gone for days, just like Tom had. I was beginning to think that just like Tom, he'd abandoned me. I got so panicked that my body shifted, and when I tried to turn back into my dog side, I could not. That made things a whole lot worse.

When Jimin arrived back a few days later, I hid in a closet. I was so, so scared. I was scared that he would get rid of me or something. Upon approaching the door he was confused because usually I would greet him.

"Bokshiri!" He called as he took his shoes off at the door, like he always did. "Where are you? I have a new toy for you!"

I didn't even make a peep. I huddled myself down in the closet, wrapped in one of his shirts, and waited for him to approach.

He walked through each room in the building, becoming more and more desperate as he called out my name. I didn't want him to feel upset that I had left, but I certainly didn't want to show him my human side either.

He continued to call for me as he made his way to his room, and that's when I realised I probably should have hidden somewhere different. He swung open the closet door, and looked down at his feet to see me. With a startled scream he jumped backwards.

"W-Who are you?!" He stuttered as he looked at my crouching form.

Speaking English again was so hard to do after so many years. "I-I'm Bok-Bokshiri." I stuttered out to him.

He was obviously pretty confused in the beginning, but I showed him the fluffy ears on my head, and it must have clicked. He treated me a lot differently from that point, and not the different that I had seen the humans treat hybrids in the shelter. He treated me like a friend.

He bought me new clothes, we watched movies, and I even got a real human bed. It was pretty crazy, the transition. He eventually introduced me to his family, who welcomed me with arms just as opened as his was.

"You know what?" Jimin asked as we sat on the couch together one night.

"What?" I returned.

He turned to me with a rather nervous look. "I don't know how to say this, but I think I like you." He blubbered, "And not like you like friends but like you like you."

All the heat rushed to my face, and my lips immediately curled into soft smile. "I like you like you too."

After that, we got even closer. Dates rolled into an engagement party and the engagement party rolled into a wedding. Despite the obvious disapproval we got from other members in society, we loved each other, and that was all that mattered.

Jimin made me feel safe, accepted, and most importantly, loved. He was everything to me, and I was everything to him. A few years after our wedding, we had a gorgeous little boy.

Jimin and I named him Tom, and our family quickly grew. Later, I was pregnant with a little girl. Though neither of the children could shape shift like I could, they still had small, fluffy ears on their heads.

I stopped having children after those two, but with the way other hybrids were treated, I decided to adopt some. It was painfully tricky, since I myself had no legal power, but with years of fighting in court, I won the case.

Jimin and I opened a hybrid shelter two years later, and we still run it to this day, so that every hybrid person has a chance to feel loved and accepted, just as I had.