hybrid

seven

Jimin rose up from his seat as soon as his eyes locked with his, a crying mess as he literally pounced on jungkook and tackled him to the ground, his back landing against the cold hard ground with a loud thud. He was about to protest when jimin's ears perked, snuggling closer to him. "Jimin is kind, please don't leave jimin." his heart broke at the hybrid's submissive state. His whimpers— it was like jimin was singing every tragic songs to his ears, and jungkook hated it.

"Shh, I was at work, jimin." He tried to comfort, awkwardly reaching a hand to pat the dog on his head. He made a mental note to search about how to comfort an overly sensitive and emotional puppy. As for the mean time, he wrapped his hands around the hybrid's waist and pulled him closer. "I'm not leaving, stop crying." In these times, he wished he had namjoon's great ability to form out words and taehyung's utterly bright personality. He sighed, oh how he sucked in these kinds of things.

"D-don't leave jimin." he heard him whimper in a hoarse voice. "Jimin is kind, he is good." and for the second time, Jungkook's heart broke. It was the longest he had ever said, and it consisted of him pleading for jungkook not to abandon him. Such a great master, isn't he?

"Yes, baby." he whispered, unaware of his slipped endearment. "I'm not leaving, stop crying, beautiful. Smile for me, please?" he was so intent on comforting jimin that he had no idea of the words and terms of endearments slipping through his mouth. Jimin pulled away, sniffed for a few times, his nose red like rudolf as he broke into his crescent-eyed smile which jungkook have grown to adore so much.

"You stayed up all night?" He asked, keeping his voice gentle and low as he could, reaching a hand to caress the hybrid's now tear-stained cheeks. The dog nodded, his lips pursed into a thin line as he gazed lovingly at jungkook. "C'mon, let's go to sleep." he tells him. And with that, jimin stood up from jungkook's lap, pulling jungkook up along with him. Jimin was about to jump on the couch, when jungkook stopped him and lead him to his bed. "Sleep with me today," he says, earning a wide grin to appear on jimin's soft and delicate lips.

Jimin snuggled to his side, earning a chuckle from him as he reached for the blanket and wrapped it to the both of them. He sighed for like the nth time today. Jimin will be the death of him. It had only been one week but it sure felt like forever. Time flies fast, and the next thing he knew, he was drifting off to dreamland— where jimin is a moaning mess under him, of course.

Til now, he never really like jimin. He does things out of pity. And if only jimin was refundable, he would of have given him back to the sanctuary and he would of have been hybrid-free right now. He hates how jimin could speak but rarely does, and hates how naive he just is with everything. Yesterday, he had to teach him how a vacuum cleaner works. To him, aside from being his hybrid, jimin is nothing but a maid in his eyes– a rather tempting maid that he'd pretty much like to fuck.

He woke up, as usual, with a throbbing erection. He glanced at the sleeping jimin for a brief moment before stealthily making his way to the toilet, locked the door and as usual...masturbated. "Fuck, jimin." he moaned, the thought of jimin riding his member crossed his thoughts, making his length twitched between his hands. He imagines jimin moaning, his voice low and full of pleasure as he tilted his head back. "Yeah, baby— ugh!" he hissed, finally releasing all his seeds.

By the time he finished, he was all sweaty and heavily panting. His member throbbing from the great sensation he had just experience just now. He heaved a sigh, rested for five more minutes doing nothing and just sat still on the toilet. then he decided to get up and showered, scrubbing any evidence of his masturbation.

But just as he opened the door, the confused look on jimin was what welcomed him. He was seated on the end of the bed, his hands on his lap and his head tilted to the side in curiosity. Jungkook froze, staring at anything but jimin. "H-how was your sleep?" he stuttered, cheeks flushing crimson red.

The hybrid, on the other hand, only stared at up in confusion, having no courage to ask what were those noises he had heard earlier. Instead, he smiled and brushed the thoughts away, standing on his feet and literally threw himself on jungkook, clinging to him like a koala.

Jungkook inwardly groaned, he had just masturbated earlier and he didn't need another more erection. But damn jimin for making things hard for him. He breathed in and out, sure jimin won't notice the bulge in his pants...right?

He could just push jimin away, but that'll make him cry and that was the least thing he has on his list as of now. So he snaked a hand on the dog's waist, brought him down and unconsciously reaching a hand to poke the hybrid's nose. Jimin giggled and jungkook almost smacked him for being utterly adorable. Almost.

He slumped back on the bed, sighing as he does so.

He hates jimin, he decided.