Hachikō ✘ pjm [WORKING PROGRESS]

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❝Looks can be pleasing, yet so deceiving.❞

"Ahem, sorry if I sound callous but, who are you?" Jin questioned in utter confusion, his eyes narrowing sharply.

By this time, Jungkook had left for work, mumbling to himself about his imagination  "running wild" and that he was "seeing things".

"And where's the mutt?" Jimin interrupted, deliberately filling in the missing information.

"Yeah... Where is Hachikō?" Jin pursued to look around Jimin's bedroom. "And do you have a name by any chance?"

Hachikō stumbled with her words. "Steve?" She mumbled. "Um, yeah. Steve! Steve's nice, Steve's good." Hachikō said, scurrying to get off the bed.

Jimin, obviously not believing a word that had escaped her mouth, took a hand straight to her chest and slammed her down, straight onto his bed.

Leaning down towards her, he stood between her legs, locking her in position as he then slammed both his hands either side of her head.

Suddenly, causing Hachikō to flash a weird red, he stuck his nose in the crook of her neck, sniffing her sweet vanilla scent.

"That's mine, isn't it ?" He spoke in a dark tone, a flash of seriousness in his voice, low and husky.

Hachikō whimpered as she turned her head to the side, clamping her eyes shut, vulnerability becoming higher at the sight of her collar bone.

His face moved from her neck, towards her collarbone, breathing on it ever so slightly, making her let out a weird wolf-like moan.

"Jimin, you can't do that to everyone." Jin sighed. 

And that, was what triggered Hachikō's anger.

SMACK.

A pink print in the shape of a hand gripped his right cheek, and his head smacked to the side.
The stinging pain that omitted from his face was like setting fire to cotton.

Hachikō had just slapped Jimin, after finding out he was nothing but a fuckboy. •

After snapping out of his trance, he lifted his hand to slap the girl, only to be baffled by something else.

He could see a slip of her ear fur as it twitched in agitation. Startled, Jimin's hands dashed for her ears in hope to yank them off her head.

"YAAH !" A yelp left Hachikō as her feminine hands caged her sore silver ears. Her furry tail, having a mind of its own, slithered around his neck and shoved the furry tip of itself in his mouth, attempting to choke the life out of him.

"Hey! Stop that right now!" Nearly slipping, Jin squealed as he skidded across the wood floor over to the purple-faced Jimin that was gripping the girl's tail.

After a few minutes, saviour Jin managed to set the boy free from Hachikō's "demented" tail.

"THAT THING IS EVIL! KILL IT! KILL IT NOW ! KILL IT WITH FIRE!" Jimin declared as his hand tried to sooth his red-ringed neck, breathing heavily and dramatically.

Hachikō growled as her face formed a snarl, narrowing her eyes, flashing her pearly white canines.

Curling up into a corner, her eyes began to widen as even more of her teeth began to show.

"Who are you!" Jin shouted, sternness being heard.

"Oh, Jin oppa. I'm Hachikō."