Hybrid Lover (c.yj & i.jb) (SLOW UPDATES)

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Youngjae's POV

We get to Mark and Jackson's apartment.

"Come sit over here. I'll go get you some food." Jackson says as Mark drags me over to the couch.

"I'm not hungry. It's fine." I reply.

"You haven't eaten since Jaebum brought you home. You need to eat." Mark says.

"I said in not hungry." I whisper. Mark looks me in the eyes.

"You're not taking care of yourself. Jackson and I want to make sure you're healthy and you have a good life." He says.

"He was right, I'm just a filthy creature." I say, holding back sobs.

"JaeJae. That's not true." Mark says, pulling me to his chest while rubbing my back to help calm me down. I hear someone set down a plate or bowl and then goes behind me and hugs me from behind.

"Please eat. It's not healthy to skip meals." Jackson says calmly. I look at him sadly, but I take the bowl and eat some of the food.

"Its really good, but I just don't feel like eating. Thank you for the food though." I say quietly handing the half empty bowl to Jackson.

"You ate a bit which is good." Mark says giving me a big hug.

Jaebum's POV

~~in his dream~~

"Bummie~ when are we gonna be finished?" Naeyoung whined grabbing onto my arm while climbing onto my lap. I turn my phone on the check the time.

"It's gonna take like 5 more minutes. Then we.. wait. Fuck!" I say, quickly turning my phone off.

"Can you please get off? I need to go, I was suppost to help my brother with something before our parents get home and their plane lands in 2 hours." I quickly say. She gets off of me and I quickly pack up my stuff and run out without saying bye.

~~End Of Dream~~

I wake up to tears pouring down my face. That was the last time I saw Naeyoung. I hear a knock on the door.

"It's Jackson." I hear from the other side of the door. I get up and wipe my eyes and open the door.

"What do you want?" I say.

"Have you been crying?" Jackson asks.

"Why would I be crying?" I say looking down.

"I don't know. I came to tell you that I took Youngjae to my apartment." He say. I look up to meet his eyes.

"How dare you take my hybrid?" I yell grabbing Jackson by the collar.

"You think I'm cold enough to leave someone in danger and just leave them. I'm not like you and I will do whatever I can to help others." He says. I throw a punch at his jaw.

"Stop hurting him!" I hear someone yell from down the driveway. I look and see Mark.

"You think I'm gonna let him get away with taking something that is mine. He belongs to me and he's gonna see that I don't play around with people who take stuff that's mine." I say looking from Mark and back to Jackson. I continue to punch at his face. I hear sobbing coming from the driveway but it's not just one person. I look over and see Mark and Youngjae. I look back to Jackson and punch him one last time before dropping him to the ground. I go to kick him but before I can I feel someone tackle me. I look at the body in top of me and I see Youngjae's chubby cheeked face covered in tears.

"Stop hurting him! He was trying to help me." He says still sobbing. I look back over at Jackson and I see his bloody and beaten figure. I didn't realize how bad I had hurt him until just now. I get up and set Youngjae down on the ground and run up stairs. I grab the first aid kit from the bathroom and run back down stairs.

"Move away from him so I can clean up his wounds." I say to Mark as I show him the first aid kit. I clean up the blood around his busted lip and his cuts. I stitch up some deep and wide cuts on his face. I pick him up and put him on the couch before sitting down next to him watching his unconscious figure. I look over to the other two boys as they watch in shock of how quickly I changed.

"What?" I ask with a smirk. I look back at Jackson for a second before going upstairs to put the first aid kit back and change into some new non-bloody clothes.

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I'm sorry the large gaps of time between chapters but I get pretty bad writers block after one chapter but I'm gonna try to upload new chapters more frequently.

Love, your weak man of an author. (Wtf does that even mean.)