babie drabbles

CHESHIRE

— old draft that had a spark of me liking it . kinda short n the ??plot line?? no idea where this was going anyways

HYBRID
NAMJOON-CENTRIC
ANGST
NON-CON DRUG USE
DOCTORS

he only knew the cold metal bars that kept him enclosed. he didn't know the outside world besides small glimpses. he knew a whole different world exsisted because he grew up out there before being taken. he was taken at a small age, six years old to be precise. it was a completely traumatising event that he pushed so far into the back of his brain in order to forget it. however, he could never forget the unimaginable ammounts of tourture he was forced to be in.

apparently he was a type of rare breed, or so he heard from the people behind the surgical masks. at the beginning, he was taken care of as they knew the rare breed could've died easily with how young he was, they waited until he was well matured to begin the testings. tests which concluded of him continuously being poked and proded with needles and other types of equipment he never knew the exact name of.

it was horrific when he had begun the trial for breeding with other captivated hybrids. at first he didn't think that it was possible for him to breed with other species, but it was true. it also true how his own species, no matter which genitals you consisted of, it was possible for pregnacy. and he was forced to actually accept the sperm to impregnate him.

namjoon was only sixteen when he had his own litter of kittens. it was heartbreaking that he suffered for nine long months just for the precious hybrids to be killed. apparently they weren't perfect enough as they consisted more of the giving males genetics rather than namjoons liked they hoped. namjoon hated the people so much after that. he never accepted any sperm after that because he was willing to not let precious lives be destoryed before they even began, he was willing to suffer the harsh punishments he was given when he failed to get pregnant again.

he was slightly relieved that the people stopped doing those tests after they realised the hybrid was not going to accept any. he was greatful that they didn't do any tests on him for the next three months.

he was frustrated. he'd been in the living hell for nearly fourteen years while they're probably more hybrids that exsisted living their life to the fullest. it wasn't fair. he didn't want to be the one suffering. he wanted the humans who did tests to be suffering the same way they made him suffer. but he was too weak as he was drugged day and night, 24/7.

everything was going well, fine and dandy. up until suddenly the people began to treat namjoon better, like they did when he was a child. it was unsettling because of how quick the change happened. of course he didn't try to disagree as his body was way too weak, his mind had been torn apart, so he allowed them to build back his strength for some reason.

it had finally became clear on why they were tending to namjoons malnourishment all of a sudden. apparently it had been announced how the people had a rare hybrid. Namjoon happened to be that rare hybrid as he was one of the five known to be one.

Namjoon was digusted.

the people only treated him well so he could look picture perfect when he was announced to the public. it was digusting how namjoon was forced to let people look at him. too many people got to close to him.

he just hated every single part of it. it wasn't enjoyable being in the spotlight.

"here we have the rare Chesire," a person dressed in scrubs had motioned towards the cage.

namjoon had looked up through the thin bars that had him enclosed. he wished he could've gotten closer to ask for help but he couldn't feel his legs. they were so numb, the people had injected something in him that made him feel numb everywhere. it had made him loose feeling in half of his body. he could barely move his head to look away at the humans peering into the cage. the hybrid seen as what felt like hundreds of brown eyes scan his body.