🦊 Love Brids 🐺 | NamJin Hybrid Smut

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Namjoon was in his teen years, eating lunch outside of the school cafeteria. He's never been social to strangers, let alone to popular looking kids, and since he was a hybrid, he had to be cautious of the friends he made and who he told his secret to.

Not everyone can handle knowing that he was half boy, half wolf.

He loved to study.

Mathematics and pretty much any subject in school was easy for him thanks to his high IQ, of course.

He never cheated like some of his classmates, never complained even when he would get an answer or two wrong. Whenever the teacher gave him a C or D, he would try harder until he ended up getting straight A's and never encountered another C or D ever again.

His studies were very important to him. He aspired to be someone great in life.

He aspired to be so many things: A scientist, a doctor, a computer engineer.

So many things... Yet he also wishes to have at least a few friends to share his dreams with.

Unfortunately in his case, he has none. Not a single person wants to be around him.

One day, however, all of that changed. When he was sitting up in a tree, where he usually eats his lunch, a small group of four boys started talking to him.

"Hi! What are you doing here so lonely, huh?" A short, black haired boy asked.

"You can say I'm being a 'lone wolf', or something similar. What are you guys doing here? You never talk to me during class or EVER, really." Namjoon stared at the boys who had their hands inside of their pockets.

"We just wanted to apologize for ignoring you all of the time. We're kind of what you would call the popular kids in this school and well, we don't really talk to anyone."

"Then what makes you so popular if you don't even "socialize" with anyone?" Namjoon mocked the boy's voice, crossing his arms.

"You're one to talk. Kim Namjoon, you are the most antisocial person in this school."

"I'm not antisocial, I'm just selective of my peers." Namjoon defended himself.

The boys were somewhat intrigued by the wolf's personality, noticing how cool he was in reality, and began to discuss something while huddled up in a circle.

"We have an offer that you won't want to miss out on. It involves you becoming one of us, if not, more popular than us!" Normally, Namjoon knows better than to accept such an odd offer, but by becoming popular, he can finally have friends to share his dreams with.

"I'm listening." He hopped down from the tree, landing on his feet.

The boys were amazed at his special abilities, not anyone can climb such a tall tree, let alone jump off of it so smoothly.

"It's simple," Namjoon mindlessly started walking with the group of older looking boys, distracted by their conversation about how they were going to make him popular, that he didn't notice they were leading him into the boy's restroom.

"All you need to do is- hurry up, give it here." He interrupted his conversation to speak to another one of the boys in the group. Namjoon just carefully watched as one of the boys hurriedly pulled a small bag out of his backpack.

When the boy obtained the bag from him, he waved it around Namjoon's face, smirking.

"Eat this." He handed the dried up grass to Namjoon. Namjoon was too innocent to know the danger that he was getting himself into.

"What is this?" The boys just told him not to ask any questions, or they won't talk to him again and he would remain a nobody. Namjoon was tired of being a nobody, he wanted to be someone.

So he brought the bag up to his face and the boys rolled it up in a piece of paper.

"Just shove this into your mouth." Namjoon poured the dried up grass into his mouth and started coughing when the boys held the piece of 'paper' and lit it up.

That's when he learned that they were forcing him to spoke weed.

Namjoon pulled the piece of paper out of his mouth, retreating from the boys.

"You'll never fit in that way, Namjoon. You look pathetic!" They laughed as Namjoon took off and told on the teachers. The boys were never seen again as they were all suspended for good.

~now~

"Just do it, trust me on this." Namjoon held the cigarette in his hand.

The small yet deadly thing filled with nicotine gave Namjoon chills at the thought of using it.

"I can't do it." He handed the cigarette back to the prisoner, feeling a wave of relief wash over him.

Then a heavy weight was put back on his shoulders, the second Chulmoon placed the cigarette back in the palm of Namjoon's hand.

"Do you have any tattoos?"

"No. I wouldn't dare to get one of those. That ain't me, man." Namjoon's parents would kill him if he would ever mark his body with a permanent tattoo. Namjoon himself didn't like the whole idea of getting a tattoo.

"Namjoon, look outside of your cell and tell me what you see." Namjoon's head peered behind the bars, the light almost blinding him.

"Prisoners. I see prisoners, Chulmoon."

"And what do these prisoners have on them, Namjoon?" He looked closer at the swarm of men, staring right back at him.

Their arms were full of designs, some had a buzz cut hairstyle, while others didn't even have hair.

The smell of cigarettes roamed all around jail, Namjoon was intoxicated by it.

"Smoke, tattoos, and spray paint, Joon. That's all we got in this prison. You're too innocent looking. By tomorrow it'll be too late, they'll send us to the crappiest cafeteria ever, filled with all of these inked bastards. If you don't have a single mark on your skin, consider yourself a punching bag for them then."

Namjoon was already injured, he couldn't receive any other injuries or it could kill him.

Maybe not physically, but mentally it could. He wasn't in his right mind to even cope with himself at the moment.

"Teach me how to smoke cigarettes."

~Meanwhile~

"Please! Please!!"

"Seokjin, I already told you NO. You're not in any condition of leaving the house. The doctor said so."

Jin was being held hostage in his own house. His parents enabled him from leaving, despite him being able to drive on his own. They wouldn't allow him to see Namjoon for the same reason that they didn't want him to suffer anymore.

"Mom, he needs me! I need him. I love him!"

"WHAT?" His father spoke, furrowing his eyebrows.

"N...Namjoon and I have been dating for a while now. He loves me and- and I love him." Jin spoke through his tears.

His parents were somewhat disappointed.

"Son... Are you gay?"

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