hybrid

five

Taehyung howled in laughter, a hand clutched on his stomach as he leaned back on his hybrid's chest. Jungkook glared at him, rolling his eyes as he crossed his arms on his chest. They were in taehyung's apartment. He had decided to drop by for a while since their professor had dismissed them earlier than expected.

He had told his bestfriend what happened last night and the idiot only laughed at him, snuggling closer to his boyfriend, slash hybrid, slash fuck buddy, slash love of his life. They had been for five years now and jungkook can't deny, he's pretty impressed of their still tight bond and strong relationship.

Unlike any other hybrids, yoongi was lazy, blunt and straight to the point. He hates doing cute stuffs and noises which is a huge contradict to taehyung's outgoing and loud personality, which is why Jungkook wonders how the fuck could someone as sleep maniac as yoongi could handle someone as energetic as taehyung. But remembering their call a few days ago, jungkook could now tell how. He shudders at the thought.

"Why don't you just fuck him then?" Yoongi yawned, bored and sleepy as he pulled taehyung closer to his chest, resting his head on the back of his master's neck which slightly tickled taehyung, causing him to giggle.

"I can't," Jungkook mumbled. "He's way too innocent and pure to be stained."

"– but one way or another you need to, you know that right?" Taehyung interrupted, "Heat season, remember?" and jungkook was so close for punching his best friend then and there for reminding him of that. He didn't like fucking jimin at all. The thought makes him gag. Sure jimin is adorable and he masturbated with him in mind, but it was different in reality. Jimin was none of the things his dirty thoughts consisted of. Jimin was not a tease, he doesn't wear thongs and he's never horny— he was rather innocent and ignorant, he doesn't know shit besides from cooking, cleaning the house and doing the laundry. Jimin is pure, (not entirely since he had kissed him and palmed his crotch what god knows how many times) and he likes to keep it that way. Heat season, he thought, what a stupid season there is.

He sighed, checked the time before bidding his goodbyes at the pair and headed home. When he reached home, he frowned at the two unfamiliar shoes tucked on the side, rushing inside to check on jimin.

His eyes landed on his brother, namjoon, a fond smile on his lips as he stared ahead. He walked closer, smacking his older step-brother in the head. "What did I told you about breaking in?" He glared. He hated it when namjoon does his random visits.

Namjoon glared back at him, "–and what did I tell you about keys under the floor mat?" He raised a brow which shut jungkook up, plopping down onto the seat next to him, crossing his arms across his chest and sighed as he watched seokjin and jimin having fun playing with yarn.

When jimin saw him, he stood up and rushed to give a hug, nuzzling his face on his neck. Jimin didn't say anything and just hugged jungkook as tight as he could. He pulled away after a few moments, a small smile on his lips, one that had jungkook looking away to prevent himself from doing something that he'd regret afterwards.

"I guess things are going quite well?" Namjoon chuckled when jimin stood up and went back to play with the yarn with seokjin, his brother's cat hybrid.

"Not really," Jungkook's face fell, tilting his head up and closing his eyes before letting out an exasperated sigh. He felt his brother move closer, a soft chuckle from namjoon before he felt a tap on his chest.

"Why, if i may ask?"

"Heat season," was Jungkook's only response, but it was enough for namjoon to roar in laughter, just like how taehyung did earlier. He groaned, fluttering his eyes open and reach out to land yet another smack on namjoon's head. "Shut up, this is all your fault."

Namjoon smirked, and jungkook was more than willing to wipe that smirk off of his stupid face with a raging punch. "Anyways, is he doing well? In the house chores, I mean." this was the one thing he liked about his brother, he didn't push things further and drops the subject if needed to.

Jungkook gave a curt nod, "Yeah. He can cook, clean the house and do laundry." he stated, "— but he can't use a doorknob for christ's sake. I spent half an hour explaining to him what a shower does and how a television operates, oh and he rarely talks which is why I often have trouble communicating with him." he complained. Sure he managed to get a word with jimin, but it was either two or theee words from him.

"It's because he's still a puppy, jungkook." Namjoon explained. "Jimin, he's still young. So he may appear quite gullible and naive about certain things. But he's really kind and generous, and he's really cute too. I wonder why nobody bought him." he finished off, his last sentence coming out as a mere whisper.

"What do you mean nobody bought him, hyung?" Jungkook raised a brow, eyes locked on his hybrid and a frown etched on his face.

"Well, he had been in the sanctuary for approximately ten years now, if I hadn't bought him." His voice was low when he spoke, probably for the fear that the dog might hear. Jungkook kept his lips sealed, pursed into a thin line and awaited for his brother to go on. "— they said that people often praise him for being highly adorable and such but none would really dare to buy him for themselves. They coo at him but move on to the next hybrid, leaving poor jimin blue and unwanted."

"H-how could they not want him?" Jungkook was furious, and he didn't know why. For some reasons, he's mad. "Ten fucking years, they managed to ignore him for ten years– I mean..jimin..he's perfect. I can't even be around him without a massive boner, just look at him!" he exclaimed, pointing at finger to his hybrid.

His eyes then landed on namjoon who had on a funny expression, staring at him like he was a joke. And then his words finally sinked in his mind, his eyes growing wide at the fact that he had just admitted his great lust for his hybrid. Namjoon laughed, as loud and as humorous as he could, wiping tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Oh, man, you're stupid." His brother said in between laughs.

He could only roll his eyes, a groan from his lips and a chuckle from namjoon's. They talked for a while, until the clock struck ten o'clock, did namjoon and seokjin finally bid their goodbyes. Jungkook walked the outside, slinging an arm around his brother whilst jimin trailed behind.

"See you soon, kook." Namjoon waved off as he drove away.

His brother and seokjin has been long gone, leaving him with only jimin's company. He glanced at him for a brief moment before walking back inside the house. Jimin followed suit not long after, a huge smile on his adorable stupid face that had jungkook groaning.

"Stop smiling!" He scolded the hybrid.

Jimin flinched, the smile now vanished from his lips and was replaced by a frown. Jungkook sighed, pulling the hybrid to his chest. "You're also ban from smiling, you got that?"

"W-why?" Jimin stared up at him with tears glistening in his eyes, confusion written all over his face as he tugged on Jungkook's shirt.

"–because I said so, oh and.." he paused, snaking a hand down jimin's crotch and gave it a gentle squeeze that had jimin moaning, his eyes closing in pleasure. Jungkook inwardly groaned, "Y-yeah, and that too."