hybrid

six

It had been months since jungkook last got laid, explains the constant erection of his member, begging for it's release. Sure he masturbates and all but it feels different tasting the real stuff. And jimin was not helping at all. For some unknown stupid reasons, his purity and innocence turned jungkook on. Even just the sight of jimin's confused face tempts him to just fuck the hybrid then and there.

He groaned for the nth time today, earning another batch of scolding from his boss. Having jimin all too himself everytime isn't healthy for him, he decided. So instead of consuming his two weeks break from work, he decided to get back to work and not see jimin at all. That way, he could preserve jimin's innocence and supress the temptations.

He leaned on the sink, sighing as he finally finished washing the dishes. "Jungkook, get this order to table twenty-seven, asap!" and he did, rushing on his feet to carry the tray and carefully walked to the said table and placed down the orders. "Enjoy your meal," he smiled at them before going back and served more orders to their designated constumers.

It was past eight o'clock when he reached his second job. It was in a car wash, where taehyung also works. He rushed to change his uniform in the backroom. He grabbed a pail and a brush, along with some clean rags before racing to where taehyung is already scrubbing a bmw. "You're late," he commented, carefully scrubbing the windshield.

"The diner was pretty packed tonight." He told him, grabbing the hose and sprayed it on the back of the vehicle before throwing it somewhere and scrubbed the excess dust on a certain spot.

"– and jimin?" taehyung raised a brow. His hybrid is merely a pup, unlike yoongi who's technically an adult now, jimin shouldn't be left alone. Jungkook could only sigh and told his bestfriend the truth, earning a chuckle and a shake of the head from taehyung.

They scrubbed and washed a few more vehicles and went their separate ways, jungkook to his third job, which is on a gasoline station and taehyung to a small convinience store, his second job for the night, where jungkook will be heading to next after his shift in the gasoline station.

"I have to go, see ya!" He bid his goodbye, grabbing his backpack and changing into decent clothes before walking the other way where taehyung went.

"Don't be late!" Taehyung called after, "I have babysitting at eleven." jungkook only waved a hand, not daring to look back as he ran his way to his next job. He sighed, if only he treated his parents with utter respect, he wouldn't be here in the first place. But maybe it's better than him being trapped in his own house, imprisoned and having no freedom at all. This is better, he reminded himself, they pay my house bills and college anyway, so it's fine.

When he reached the gasoline station, he was a panting mess with sweats cascading down the sides of his head. He walked inside a room where his locker is located and changed to an entirely new uniform for his next job, not forgetting to wear the red snapback that comes along with it.

He was met with an annoyed jaebum, glaring at him as he marched his way to him. "You're late," he hissed, taking his snapback off. "I have to cover for your stupid ass, now I'm late to my brother's birthday party." he complained, handing jungkook the keys to the office where the money will be stored after.

He remained silent and walked to his place, and thankfully jaebum dropped the subject and rushed to change in the locker room. He came out after approximately five minutes, wearing a tank top and jeans, a wrapped gift in hand. He ignored jungkook when he waved at him, much to Jungkook's despise. He scoffed and rolled his eyes, raising his middle finger to Jaebum's now retreating back.

Jungkook had always hated him. He was always annoyed and irritated for some reasons. He's either sending snarky and sarcastic remarks at him or not giving a fuck about his existence at all. It had been two years since he started working in this crap excuse of a gasoline station, and since then, jaebum would either glare or roll his eyes at him, like he was some pathetic idiot (which he is, btw) but that's not the point.

Many cars went and stopped by, and jungkook was this close to drifting into a deep slumber then and there. He was bored and lonely and tired. After a week of day off from all of his part time jobs, he forgot how tiring it was. He groaned, massaging the back of his neck and sighed in relief when myungsoo came into view. "Thank goodness," he mumbled, handing myungsoo the keys.

"Sorry man," he heard myungsoo say, but he didn't pay much attention and rushed to the lockers room and changed. He checked his phone, cursing as he sees it's already past eleven thirty and taehyung must be pissed by now. He waved goodbye to myungsoo and rushed to the convinience store, and arriving at exactly twelve, a fuming taehyung by the counter.

"Myungsoo was late," he reasoned, earning only a snort from taehyung as he rushed to gather his things and raced outside, not sparing him a glance nor speaking a word. Jungkook sighed and slumped on the cashier's seat.

He was dead tired from all the runnings to get to his jobs, and the silence and loneliness didn't help either. Jungkook thinks night shifts are stupid. Nobody ever comes at this time of the night, really. His misery didn't end right away though, receiving a call from his co-workers that she couldn't make it for the night and hopes for jungkook to cover her shift up.

So he spends another three hours, his eyes dropping and his cheeks sore from all the slap he gave himself to keep him awake. It was dawn by the time his shift was over, and he was thankful that it was wednesday since he doesn't have any classes on this certain day of the week.

He sighed in relief when his hand finally came contact with the metal doorknob, inwardly smiling as he opened the the door, the fresh aroma of home filling his nostrils and relaxing his tensed muscles. He frowned when he walked to the living room, only to find the couch empty. He looked around, no signs of jimin at all.

It was then he walked to the kitchen where jimin is seated on the table, his eyes bloodshot red like he had been crying non-stop, dark circles under his eyes like he hadn't slept at all. As before, his hands were glued to his lap, a wave of deja vu washed over him as he sees the now cold dinner placed on the table.

and it didn't take for a genius to know that jimin had waited all night for him— crying at the thought that his owner might have abandoned him.

Jungkook, you ruthless shit, he tells himself.

[A]
Since it's our baby seokjin's b-day, I'mma give ya'll this ❤️

Happy birthday bby boy ❤️ I hope you get all the love you deserve, not only today but eveyday! You've worked hard seokjin and we'll forever love you for that. Thank you for taking care of our boys eomma! ❤️ we love you!