Fix You

Five.

Ever since that first night, Yoongi had slept in your bed. It hadn't changed when you learned he was a hybrid, and it hadn't changed when you bought a bed to put in his room. When he was masquerading as a cat, he had slowly gotten more cuddly, moving from sleeping curled in a ball near your pillow to sleeping tightly tucked into your side. After he had shifted, he had drifted away from you, but now that he was becoming more comfortable--now that he felt safe--he was starting to unconsciously be cuddly again.

He would fall asleep facing away from you, with enough space between your bodies for a whole other person. Eventually, though, he would roll over and practically pull himself toward you, his arm draped over your waist and his face nuzzled into your neck. The first time he had woken up like that, he had jumped back so far, he had fallen off the bed.

You knew that letting him continue to sleep in your bed was setting yourself up for something to go wrong, but you just couldn't bring yourself to ask him to leave. If you were honest with yourself, you didn't mind him being there.

Yoongi had taken to cooking breakfast, despite the fact that he was most certainly not a morning person. He would get up when you did and grumble almost the entire time until he had coffee. Then he would set about making eggs or French toast, or whatever he felt like making that morning.

You would use the time after he had his coffee to tell him the day's schedule. He worked better with a schedule, you had realized that fairly quickly. It made him less anxious and helped him focus.

"I have a meeting with my cafe clients today," you told him, scrolling through your calendar on your phone. You liked these clients. They had made your life easier when you were creating their menus, and apparently they had liked working with you enough that they decided to keep you on their payroll for when they needed menu updates and other graphics requests. Which, because they also offered catering, was fairly often.

Yoongi nodded, sliding a thin, multi-layered omelette onto a piece of toast. He covered the egg with another piece of toast and handed the plate to you. "What's their next project?"

"I don't know. They're giving me the details today." You watched him busy himself with frying a slide of ham. "Yoongi?" He hummed, and after a moment, his copper eyes met yours. "They're hybrids."

"Okay?"

"I just thought you'd like to know."

"I appreciate it." He shot you a wide, toothy smile that caused his eyes to crinkle up at the corners. Behind him, his tail swished casually.

You ate the rest of your breakfast in relative silence, switching over to your news app and every once in a while reading out headlines you thought were amusing or that you thought Yoongi might enjoy.

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You made a note on your iPad and let go of the end of the measuring tape. It receded back into the roll held by one of your clients. She regarded you curiously, her fluffy tail giving an inquisitive flick.

"Do you think they can print a banner that long?" the Siamese hybrid, Sage, asked.

"Oh sure." You chuckled. "They'll print you a banner however large you want. You'll pay for it, but they'll do it."

"I suppose that's true." She offered you a wide smile. "I guess I meant if that size would work in general. Will that be okay for the programs you use?"

"I'll make it work."

"Let's talk menu next?" Sage gestured for you to join her and her partner at a table.

The venue they had purchased for their catering and events space was huge. The inaugural event was going to be a wedding, and the hybrids had asked you to design an elegant banner with their logo to hide their prep station from the rest of the room, as well as design table tents for each table and some other small graphics. It wasn't necessarily a difficult project, just a lot of work. Luckily, they didn't need any of it for a few months.