BTS Imagines, Preferences, One-Shots, Scenarios Book

Hybrid!BTS Being Clingy and Making You Carry Them

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Kim Seokjin:

You tried to conceal your smile as Jin tugged on your arm, trying to make you fall back into bed.

"Y/NNN, please? Please, don't go to work!"

"Jinnie, you know I can't just stay home."

"Yes you cannn, just say you're sick!" He sat up in bed, scooting forwards under the covers to nuzzle his head against your arm. You sighed, trying to tug your arm away but he whined, wrapping his arms and legs around it instead. You tried pulling your arm out of his grasp but he refused, resulting in you tugging him off the bed as well. He hung onto your arm, scooting up slightly and carefully hopping onto your torso. You squealed, trying to keep him upright as he tucked his head in your neck, legs locking around your waist.

"Seokjin! Get off, I have to go to work!" You scolded him, internally cursing when he shifted his head onto your chest, staring up at you with pleading eyes.

"Y/N, don't you love me? How can you not love me?"

"Jin, you know i love you, what are you talking about?"

He puffed his cheeks out and pouted, "You don't want to spend time with me."

"Jinnie," You cooed, "I have to go to work."

"No, you can't if you're carrying me."

"Seokjin, please, I'm gonna be late."

"No."

"Ji-"

"No." His cheeks remained puffed out, lips plump as he sulked. His head still laid on your chest, but his eyes stared at the floor as he avoided your gaze. You glanced down at your shirt, seeing it already sprinkled with fur from him rubbing his head against you. You sighed, giving in and flopping back down on the bed."

"Yay! You're gonna stay home? I knew you loved me!"

You playfully glared at him, "It's not that, it's just that you got fur all over my work outfit, so I couldn't go in anyways."

"Hey!"

Min Yoongi:

Your arm was tingling, the circulation long since cut off as you and your cat hybrid Yoongi watched a horror movie. He claimed to be brave, but his tight grip on your arm said otherwise. Each jumpscare had him yowling, darting onto your lap and hiding his face in your shoulder. When the music would hint at a particularly scary scene a hiss would escape his throat and his claws would protrude. Yet, each time you offered to turn it off or change it, he vehemently refused.

It was the eighth jumpscare when you finally decided that enough was enough. You turned off the tv, watching as Yoongi's head popped out of your neck and he glared at you.

"I said it was fine."

"Yoongi, it's not. It's fine, I don't care if you're scared, I'm not judging you. But your claws keep digging into my arm, it hurts. Let's just go to bed or something."

Your words made him feel guilty and he looked down to see claw marks on your arm and hand. He raised your hand to his mouth, poking his tongue out and laving over the small cut from his nail. The cut was on your palm and your fingers were in the perfect position as he cleaned your wound to scratch under his chin. You did so, chest filling with warmth as he froze, tilting his head further back and letting a purr trickle from his throat. He leaned his head against your chest, eyes closing and ears tickling the underside of your chin.