summary: After being sold to a dangerous wolf hybrid at a secret auction, you find yourself bound to him in a game of control and obsession.
pairing: wolf hybrid!Jungkook x cat hybrid!female reader
genre: mafia!AU, hybrid!AU, dystopian!AU, S2L, da...
Today's a day when you're more bored than usual, not in a way that makes you moody, but in a way that, unfortunately, gives you the zoomies. You've been running around the penthouse for a straight hour now, using every elevated surface to jump on and off, hiding behind the curtains, and, shame on you, seeing how far you can nudge Jungkook's sculptures before they topple off their stands.
You're in your element, free, despite being still trapped here, when a tiny, beautiful red dot appears on the wall to your right. You stop dead in your tracks, eyes locking on it as your pupils dilate until there's only black left. Wiggling your hips, you get ready to pounce on this lovely dot.
You charge at it, but it quickly darts from the wall to the floor and down the corridor, and you can't help but zoom after it, desperately trying to catch it but always missing by just a hair's breadth. The chase lasts a good few minutes—up and down the walls, over Jungkook's couch, and back again—until it finally stops, and you think you've caught it, only to realise the dot's not under your hands but on them.
"Huh?"
You move your hands away, only to quickly snatch at the dot again, only for it to still be on your hands, not under them.
Jungkook's snicker snaps you out of your trance. Looking up, you see him standing in the study, which you hadn't even noticed you'd run into, holding a laser pointer in his tattooed hand.
You're absolutely mortified, utterly humiliated and so, you straighten up immediately and storm out, refusing to acknowledge the fact that Jungkook definitely caught you having fun.
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Later that day, you're rather surprised that Jungkook doesn't mention it, acting like nothing unusual happened as he enters his bedroom, just like every evening. But this time, instead of shamelessly stripping off his clothes, he stares you down with a thoughtful gaze.
You just stare back, not the least bit bothered or scared, knowing he'll, like always, be the one to break and talk first.
"Get dolled up, I'm taking you with me tonight."
"Ugh, but I don't wanna," you groan, flopping down onto the bed, arms stretched out like the whole thing belongs to you. Images of your heat still flash through your mind sometimes, especially in moments like this when Jungkook stands all dominant at the foot of the bed.
He never touched you, even though you fucked yourself on him more in those few days than you ever did during past heats. Not that you haven't had a partner before, but Jungkook's body hits different, like his physique was made just for you.
"Don't care. I'm not going to clubs without you anymore."
That makes you sit up, a little confused, wondering why he wouldn't want to go without you, like he's your loyal boyfriend or something. Maybe you could use this as a chance to slip through his fingers. Play unwilling for a bit longer, and he might not suspect anything.
