Yoongi stared blankly at the dog hybrid that sat before him. Jimin stared straight back at him.
"Stop that." Yoongi spoke.
"So I don't look you in the eye?" Jimin responded, his Border Collie ears flopping on his silver locks.
"No. You just- agh!" Yoongi groaned. "I don't need this right now."
Jimin stayed silent, doing something with his leash that irritated his master heavily. Yoongi grunted, staring out the bus' window.
Yoongi felt knees kick the back of his seat, people screaming and yelling from all directions.
They are all such pabos, so why do I care what they think so much?
Jimin paused his fidgeting, taking note of Yoongi's mood on the social vehicle.
As the neon yellow bus pulled to a gradual stop Yoongi felt horrible.
"Come on, Jimin." Min Yoongi muttered while pulling his hybrids leash without mercy.
The service hybrid obediently followed, noticing stares from females in the hallways. Yoongi basically jogged down the halls, hitting people with his broad shoulders. The two retrieved their items from Yoongi's locker and started on a short trip to his first class.
The owner spread a cloth on the floor next to his desk. Yoongi pointed at it. "Sit."
Jimin obeyed.
An female strutted up confidently. "Can I pet your hybrid?"
"No-" Yoongi started.
"Thanks!" She scratched Jimin behind his ears roughly, causing the hybrid to pull away with an odd face.
"Ma'am, please d-" She did it again.
"Your doggy is so cute!" She cooed. "What's this little fella's name?"
"I asked y-"
"Iaskity! What an odd name." She explained.
Yoongi felt a choked feeling in his throat. He gripped Jimin's leash with white knuckles and stood. He dragged the poor creature away to the bathroom.
Yoongi pulled but let go while running down the hall and into the bathroom. He disappeared.
Jimin cautiously followed him into the messy restroom, wincing at the ringing bell. "Yoongi?"
Jimin edged in behind Yoongi in the blue stall. He watched the boy hunch over the toilet seat, gagging loudly. Yoongi's shirt was slightly damp with sweat and Jimin could hear his racing pulse.
He crouched behind his master hesitantly. Jimin reached his small hands foreward, gently starting to massage Yoongi's back.
He felt the shaking man beneath him unwind slightly under his touch. The silver haired boy edged foreward once more, wrapping his arms around the mint-haired boy.
Yoongi, swift as lightning, whipped around. He dug his face deep into Jimin's chest.
Jimin rested his chin on his owners head.
Jimin broke the silence. "Breathe. It's okay."
His high voice echoed in the empty restroom.
Yoongi clung to Jimin's black shirt tightly. The elder whimpered.
"Jimin.." Yoongi rasped. "It was horrible. She wouldn't stop."
"I know, I know. But you're safe now. It's okay." Jimin said in a firm yet gentle voice.
After some time Yoongi stopped shaking and his body tempature dropped, along with his anxiety. However, his heart rate stayed at the same unbelievably fast pace.
Jimin took note of this.
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Service | Yoonmin
Fanfiction"Even with his disabilities, he's the most capable person I know." Min Yoongi's therapist recognized his struggles with social anxiety and recommended him for a service animal. The therapist did not, however, suspect he would adopt a hybrid to take...
