Yoonmin - hybrid {DISCONTINUED}

Prologue: hybrid boy

--Yoongi's P.O.V--

I groan, annoyed and exhausted.  It's already 2 AM and this evening is the deadline of my new song. The problem: I haven't done shit. That's why I'm now on my soft, comfy couch with my notebook. I stare at the blank page in front of me, other sheets with crossed out lyrics crumbled up lying all over the floor. 

It's raining like hell outside, the storm and thunder going wild. Normally this would calm me down, but not today. It only annoys and distracts me.

Suddenly a bright light is seen in my front yard, the lightning must have hit something. I then hear the thunder, and afterwards a loud thud at my door. I slowly get up. What was that noise?
I walk through the hallway and place my hand on the doorknob and twist it. When I open the door, something directly falls in, like it was leaning against the wood. Oh wait, cross that, it's someone, I notice when I look better. It's a young boy, he looks slightly younger than me. He has a strange hair color: orange. But I can't complain, as my hair is mint green. His hair looks really soft, though it's pretty messy. It looks like he hasn't washed it in a few days. 

I slowly squat down next to him, looking at his small figure, wrapped in a big, warm blanket. Only his head and bare feet are visible. Then I notice the big cut from his cheekbone all the way to his chin, looking like he got it very recently. I wonder what happened...

I sigh. He can't stay at my doorstep for the rest of the night. I gently grab his shoulders and shake him a bit.  

"Hey, wake up..." I say softly. No reaction. I shake a little harder.

"Hey, you gotta wake up. You can't stay here like this..."

Now he slowly opens his eyes, but when his brown orbs meet mine, he directly gets out of my grip and scoots away into my garden. He looks up at me with a scared expression. I slowly stretch my arm out to him, but he moves away even more.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you..." I say with a soft and soothing voice. I move closer to him, but he tries to get away again. He fails, because his back is already pressed against the fence surrounding my garden. He tightly closes his eyes and moves his face to the ground. He curls up into a ball, and he looks really scared.

No, not scared.

Terrified.

I slowly place my hand on his head, gently ruffling his hair a bit. I was right, his hair really is soft. The boy slowly moves his head up a bit again, looking at me with wide eyes.

"He looks pretty cute like that..."

I move my hand over his hair and he softly presses it more against my hand. Then a soft sound escapes his mouth.

A purr.

I then notice something moving under his blanket, and as I look at it I see a soft tail in the same color as his hair, swaying slowly. My eyes widen a bit, but they shoot back up again as I feel something that's even softer than the boy's hair against my hand. Fluffy, orange cat ears appear from under his soft hair. Is be what I think he is?

"Hey... a-are you... a hybrid?"