hybrid

twenty-nine

the moment he opened his eyes, he knew something was wrong. his gaze glanced to his window, frowning as he sees the sun set up in the sky, the same time rain poured heavily atop their shelter.

"having a weather like this, jimin could easily get sick" was his first thoughts, pushing himself off the bed as he sauntered off to close the blinds, deciding to prepare a lovely breakfast for them both.

again, it was one of those lazy wednesdays where jungkook is free from both his education and labor— the kinds of days where he can focus his attention singularly towards his favourite human and at the same time animal in the whole wide fucking unive– but hold that motherfucking thought because where the fucking fuck is jimin?!

he heart raced upon seeing jimin's side of the bed empty. his side seemed weirdly clean and arranged, as though it was deprived of any remnants that jimin was ever there. he gulped, rushing towards the comfort room and checked for any signs of his hybrid, only to be disappointed to find no evidence of jimin being there at all.

"jimin?" he tried calling his name, eyes roaming each and every corner of his crappy house. "baby? where are you?" his eyes immediately spotted the kitchen, heading almost immediately, hoping to see jimin in his usual apron, making him pancakes.

but to his dismay, there was no pancakes on the table nor any signs of jimin at all. wHERE THE FUCK IS JIMIN?!

"JIMIN?!" he shrieked, panic rising atop his head as he scrambles to search for his phone, dialling namjoon's phone almost immediately. "JIMIN, THIS ISN'T FUNNY, COME THE FUCK OUT!" he says in a mixture of panic, fear, anger,  and well, concern.

namjoon picked up at the sixth ring, "h-hey?" he greeted, his voice groggy from sleep.

"i can't fucking find jimin!" he tells him directly. and probably it was enough for namjoon to jolt from his bed and panic like his younger brother.

"you fucking lost jimin?!" namjoon shrieked. "what the fuck, jungkook! how could you lose a grown hybrid?!"

"fuck you, i just woke up and he's gone!" jungkook was close to crying, his heart beating rapidly against his chest, so close to strangling himself. "– and fyi, he's still a premature hybrid." he adds,

"p-premature?!" he hears namjoon squeal, a few hurdles could be heard from the other line as though namjoon had accidentally dropped a couple of things. "it's been like what? three mont–"

"four, actually." jungkook corrected,

"fine, four." he hears namjoon grumbles through the line. "– and you haven't fucked he shit out of him yet?"

"it didn't feel right," jungkook rolls his eyes.

"i am utterly disappointed, kook." came namjoon's response, his voice sharp as though the was genuinely and utterly attacked.

"bitch, shut the fuck up and just help me look for my damn baby!" jungkook hissed, "–or imma cut off your fucking balls off and feed them to seokjin, you cunt ass motherfuck." annoyed at his brother as his brows creases into a frown.

"geez, bitch." he hears his brother exhale through the other end of the line. "– calm you throbbing dick down, no need to to be getting all hard bruh."

after namjoon assures him that he's on his way with seokjin, jungkook ends the call without even bidding his goodbyes to his brother, and immediately dialled his best friend's number, only to end the call the moment he hears taehyung's familiar moans and the loud sound of skin slapping, and let's not forget taehyung famous "oh fuck, yoongi" grimacing as he threw his phone away, wondering why he's even friends with that horny fucktard, and resulted to just sending taehyung a message instead.