Feral - Hybrid!Taehyung x Reader

Chapter One-Hundred-and-One - Fool

Hello my loves! On February 1st, this account turned one year old, and so did this book! I am so so amazed that you're still here with me, and I want you all to know that I love and cherish every single interaction with you all, and I love you all so much! I want to celebrate somehow for this birthday, and I need your help to figure out how we should celebrate! If you want to request a bunch of stuff for my request book, that sounds fun, but I want you to tell me what you think would be fun, because I want this to be as fun for you as it is for me, you're a part of this too, and I couldn't have done this without you! <333

Haha I'm here to tell u that I pranked u

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Your eyes opened to see a dingy white space in front of you, pain shooting through your head as you moved your eyes from left to right. Your arms and legs were strapped down to a table, cuffed with metal strips that dug into your flesh and made you squirm. You turned your head to the side, ignoring the pain crawling down your spine.

Yoongi laid on the bed to your right, head turning to face you as he heard you shuffle. His mouth was duct taped over but his eyes were wide and looked at you with concern.

You tried speaking but all that came out were soft breaths of air, your voice wasn't restored yet from the trauma. But you nodded your head as much as you could within your restraints, eyes fluttering with the movements.

You slowly turned your head to the other side, seeing Seokjin laying on your left. His face was pale and he looked like a ghost, but he was breathing, and that was all that mattered. You couldn't help but be terrified at how still he laid, how fragile and ghastly he looked laying there, looking like he had no blood left in him for his heart to pump. You saw one more bed on Seokjin's other side, recognizing Namjoon's mangled shirt, red stains from where the seatbelt had sliced into him. 

He too was barely able to meet your eye, tape covering his lips as well. You supposed it was only a matter of time before you were taped too. You swallowed, wincing at the dry, cracked feeling of your throat, but finally breathing deep before speaking almost inaudibly.

"Is he going to be okay?" You didn't have to name him for everyone to know that you were talking about Seokjin. Namjoon nodded and you heard a muffled hum come from Yoongi, so you let your mind rest. They wanted you all hostage for some reason, they'd keep him alive, right?

It was just then that a door somewhere behind you swung open and you quickly shut your eyes, hoping to disguise yourself as unconscious to whoever came inside so that your mouth wouldn't be taped over. It didn't work.

"Hey! Someone let Ms. Kim know, Y/L/N's awake! Jesus, this one doesn't look too good." It was a masked worker, fabric slid over the lower half of his face and strapped behind his ears to hide his identity. You could tell that the worker beside him was a hybrid, though he was clothed in the same outfits as the humans now inspecting Seokjin. 

He tentatively slid closer to you, bending down and pretending to check your bindings, "I'll get you out. Not today, but soon. Be strong."

He stood just after his whispers had reached your ears and you looked up at him with a drowsy gaze, mouthing a quick 'thank you' to him before he reluctantly placed tape over your mouth. He left your bottom lip almost untouched by the tape, so that if need be you could speak, but it still looked like you were bound. 

He stood by your bed, black ears half-buried in his equally dark hair. You heard heels clicking down what you presumed was a hallway, but your limited range of vision couldn't pick who came in.

"She's awake?"

"Yes ma'am. Her friend doesn't look great, what should we do?"

"Take him to the care facilities. Get him stable. We need him alive."

The men nodded, making quick work of Seokjin's bindings and hauling him upright. His head drooped sickeningly down to meet his chest, and was harshly pulled back up to stand straight on his neck by one of the men. They carted him out of your line of sight. At least they wouldn't let him die. 

"Y/N. How was your trip? Drive safe?" The voice that rang through the eerily silent room had been annoyingly familiar to you the entire time, but it was only the sickeningly condescending tone added when speaking to you that made you realize who it was.

A perfectly manicured hand gripped your face, bending your neck upwards to meet the eyes of the woman that you'd apprehended so many times. She ripped the tape off of your mouth, and you only hoped that the hybrid would faultily adhere it again when she was done with you.

"Remember me? You made my life hell, and now I'm giving it right back to you. We've been contacted by a client overseas. He's interested in making year-long hybrid heats. Basically, the hybrid, once it goes into heat, will never recede, they will never get better. It will no longer be a sickness, but an ever-present trait that will greatly increase the number of sales that we make."

"You're sick, Jennie. You belong in the jail cell that I've put you in all those times, you won't get anywhere with this. You'll never win, someone will stop you. Just because I'm here doesn't mean that no one else can stop you. You're a fool."

She laughed, a witch-like cackle that set your nerves on end. She slapped the tape back over your mouth, leaving your face burning. She gripped the collar of the shirt that you were barely wearing, using it to yank your top half off of the table and closer to her face.

"Who's going to stop me? Chanyeol? We have him here! Him and the rest of the hybrid officers. And it won't be your friends, we have them too. The human police don't care. They don't even know that you're missing. Who's going to tell them? You have no one left Y/N, you're trapped. I've got you, and I'm going to make you pay for what you did to me."