"sunshine and puppy kisses" - [bts x male!hybrid!reader]

[chapter one] - "just one day"

Y/N awoke suddenly, the bright rays of sunlight coming from the one small window in the shelter hitting him right in his E/C optics. He rubbed his eyes gently as to not irritate them. He stretched his back and legs before sitting up. "Another day here at the shelter," The boy said to himself. He'd been staying at the shelter for what felt like years after his old owners abandoned him. Owners? You heard that right. Y/N had been proud to be a hybrid when he was born, but as he grew aware of the cruel treatment that the human-animal mixes had to go through, he grew less proud and more afraid.

When he got his first owners, he felt so excited. The thoughts of them actually wanting him and taking care of him seemed amazing. His owners were generally kind to him at first. They showered him with love and affection; Y/N felt like he met his forever family. That's when things went for a deep dive. The caring facade of the family that he called his own faded. The gentle pets that he got would turn into harsh slaps on the wrist and the gentle touches that he received on his head turned to touches in other places in which he didn't want to even think about. Eventually, the authorities became aware and took him away from his old owners and back to the shelter where that whole train wreck started.

Because of his past, Y/N grew self-conscious. No longer was he fond of his fluffy white ears and tail; it felt more like a nuisance. Along with his hybrid appendages, Y/N grew upset wish his "normal" human parts. He always felt he was too short, too chubby, too ugly. He never met his own expectations for himself. He blamed his appearance as to why he had returned back to the shelter. Nobody wanted a normal dog hybrid; people wanted the exotics. They wanted hybrids that they could show off for their unique features, not one with boring white ears and a boring white tail. He had started to give up on his dreams of ever finding his forever home. It seemed all too unrealistic for him to find someone who'd actually love him for how he truly is, so he never bothered even hoping for it to happen.

Shaking his head as to clear the upsetting thoughts from his head, Y/N got up to stretch his body fully. The room in which he stayed was generally larger than what you'd think; after all, there was something that was human-size living in it. He lived in a shelter designed for hybrids. The rooms where the hybrids were staying weren't large, but were just the right size to keep them alive. Y/N's room was just large enough for him to have a twin-sized bed tucking along the wall with a small chair in the corner. Along one of the walls was a shelf with a few books and two bifold doors which opened up to his closet. He has a small window in his room as well, allowing moonlight to lay like a blanket across his room at night and letting rays of sunshine invade the same place in the morning. Of course there was his door as well which opened up into the main hallway along said many other doors, all of which were labelled with the names of the hybrid or hybrids that resided in them. Although the shelter was laid out like a hotel, it was the hybrids' everyday home. Y/N walked over to his closet, making sure not to trip, and looked for an outfit for the day. He chose a light gray hoodie, a pair of black Adidas sweatpants with the traditional white stripes, some socks, and his classic black sneakers. His clothing was cut and sewn to fit with his extra appendages; there were ear holes cut into the hood of his sweatshirt and and a hole cut out of his pants for his tail. The boy sighed as he looked in the mirror and walked into the hallway.

Making his way down the hallway, Y/N quickly came across the kitchen. He wasn't social by any means, not having made a single friend at the shelter over the years he had spent there. Walking to the fridge, he opened it up and grabbed one of the tapioca pudding cups that were kept in there for him. The shelter stocked the food specially for the hybrids individually, allowing them to get the foods that they'd like as long as it would bring no harm to the hybrids themselves. He quickly grabbed a spoon and walked back to his room.

He sat down in his bedroom chair, eating his breakfast. He began thinking. '' I wonder if anybody will ever want me.. I mean, I'm not special in any way. I don't look cute, I'm not exotic, I'm just a dumb old dog hybrid. I should just stop thi-'' Y/N's thoughts were interrupted as one of the shelter workers peeked into Y/N's room.

"Y/N? You have a visitor."