You Belong to Us - OT7 fanfic (Retold from OmgBTSAbsTho) - ***COMPLETED***

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The week passed without events, the boys occasionally caught talking secretively and clamming up as soon as you entered the room, but otherwise normal. Lots of whining and pouting whenever you had to work or go to the company, lots of affectionate hugs and cuddles when you were home. The eight of you spent half of the time packing up Mrs. Farnsworth's house, and you taught the guys how to use facetime so they could see their previous owner. the granny looked concerned when she saw the boys throwing their arms over your shoulders or hugging you in the background of the screen, but she kept her thoughts to herself, relieved to hear that you were going to take over their adoption and seeing that they were happy to be living with you.

She had asked if you would sell her car and use the money to buy the boys new clothes, even after you insisted that it wasn't necessary. Instead, you decided to sell the car and tell her that you had used it as she had asked, but then tell her that you sold the house for more than market price later. You bit the bullet and asked your uncle for a withdrawal from your account, explaining that you needed to replace some things around the house and buy a few things for your new hybrids. You didn't know why, but you hadn't been comfortable telling him that there were seven of them, nor that they had lived with you for a month by then. He might have freaked out if he had known that you were planning to spend so much money just on them, but he didn't ask and you didn't tell him that either.

As it was, you were nervously watching as all seven hybrids excitedly bounced out of the van you had rented...which reminded you that you might need to get a larger vehicle as well. It was early morning, the mall bound to be less busy, and you gland at the map of the mall on your phone in order to plan out exactly which stores you needed to visit in order to keep the trip as concise as possible.

That plan was dead on the field before the final set of feet, belonging to Yoongi, hit the pavement of the parking lot. Faster than you could blink, the hybrids grouped off in twos and threes, whooping a jumping in the air as they raced for the front entrance. Jimin grabbed your hand, pulling you along as he laughed with Taehyung on his other side. The three of you were the last inside, since you had slowed the other two down with your mere human speed. You were beginning to feel the seed of panic rise in your throat, worried that the boys might get into trouble if you couldn't keep them in check.

"Boys!" you yelled out with authority, making them stop in their tracks and turn to you, "Get back over here, now!" Your stern expression softened, seeing their heads down and faces guilty, "Listen, there are rules for you guys being outside the house. I just don't want anyone to get in trouble." You pointed to a store just inside the entrance of the mall, "Before we do anything else, we need to go into that store, to get you each a collar that you have to wear if you're in public," you explained.

You had expected grumbling or even arguing, but you were met with giddy smiles and excited hopping and tail wagging from all of them. You didn't know that collaring a hybrid meant two things. One, it meant freedom, since collared hybrids could get jobs or leave the house for periods of time without their owners. The boys had been discussing how they wanted to work to provide for you and take care of you, and getting tags meant one step in that direction. Two, it was a symbol that they were yours and the thought sent fluttering feelings of love in their hearts, knowing that you accepted them and were moving toward your way to being theirs as well. They were ready to claim you as their mate, and scream from the rooftops how much they loved you.

Once inside the shop, you let them spread out within the store and pick collars that they felt suited them best while you went to the counter to have the attendant make tags. You looked over the various shapes, torn between plain rectangles, stars and...

""Hearts," Namjoon whispered over your shoulders, smiling warmly as you pressed your hand over your startled heart, "Sorry," he cupped your cheek softly, "I saw you struggling to decide, and I wanted to offer my insight. If we are wearing collars that designate that we belong to you we would want them to be hearts."

His eyes shone brightly, knowing you were missing his true message but loving the smile that decorated your beautiful face. Nodding your head and scrunching your nose in that way that melted his heart, you turned to the attendant and ordered seven heart-shaped tags that had their names on the front, with your name, phone number, and address on the back. Thinking quickly, you also ordered a tiny circle for each of them, your initials and theirs inscribed on them and having them put into a little velvet box. 

When the guys all surrounded you with their chosen collars, you paid for the lot and put the heart tags o them. They happily helped each other put them on, looking to you happily and waiting for your next set of demands. The mall was nearly empty, so you decided to let them run a little free for a bit. Dividing some of the money up evenly, you handed them each a small stack of cash and firm instructions to meet back in front of the collar store in two hours. Watching them go off in different directions, you smiled to yourself and went to a few places you anted to visit on your own.

Your first stop as a phone kiosk, grabbing seven serviceable smartphones and personalizing them before adding them to your plan. You left with a big smile as you carried the bag with you, excited to see their faces when you gave them their new gifts. You shopped at a few places, picking out sensible clothes for work, as well as some cute ones that caught your eye. Your final stop was a shoe store...your personal weakness. You didn't love pretty heels and flashy boots like others expected a rich girl to like. You did get some of those for special occasions or if they sparked your interest, but you mostly were head over heals for sneakers. Skate shoes, canvas runner, cool tennis shoes, fashionable sports shoes, if they laced up and looked good, you were a literal glutton for them. You browsed the racks of shoes with glittering eyes, your true loves lined up like pretty princes waiting to court you.

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**meanwhile**

"Hey, Namjoon?" Jeongguk tapped Namjoon on the shoulder as he looked at books on rows and rows of shelves, "We need to talk."

Namjoon turned around, surprised to see the others standing in front of him, a look between guilt and embarrassment on their faces, "Whats up guys? You seem nervous."

"Well," offered Taehyung, "There was this store we saw at the far end of the parking lot...as we came in." He blushed hard, toeing the ground, "It was a speciality shop...for certain...toys."

"And you want me to go in there and buy stuff for all of you kinky little shits," Namjoon surmised with a sly smile.

"We thought it might b weird if all of us went in," Jimin explained, "And you're the best with words..."

"How do you even know about those kids of stores, much less what to by from them?" Jin was pointing his finger at each of the other members in turn, his eyes about to op out of his head.

"Internet," Yoongi shrugged, Jeongguk and Jimin nodding their heads in agreement, "I was looking up if there was a way to get Y/N a Daenerys costume, or make one?" he shook his head to avoid getting distracted, "Anyways...turns out there is a lot more information out there than what we saw through the parent filters on Granny's PC...and a fair amount involves how to please a girl in bed."

"And I don't want to just please a girl in bed," Taehyung piped up, eyes excited, "I want to please Y/N...a lot...and often..." his smiled took over his face as he dazed off into his imagination.

Namjoon shook his head, "Okay fine," he chuckled, "I'll go do that, but in return you have to pick out some stuff from the underwear store on the second level. Baby blue in my favorite color."

"I'm coming with you," Yoongi offered to Namjoon, "I have some experience on the matter, and I'll full admit I've got some ideas of my own as well," he turned to the other, "Black, white, and gold are my color choices...the skimpier the better." He started waking away with Namjoon before topping and turning back to the group, "Leather, if they've got it!" he yelled loudly through the mall, gaining a thumb's up from Jeongguk.

"I think we may be opening a box of trouble," Namjoon snickered.

"Why?" Yoongi looked at him in question, "You think Y/N will get mad? She won't. She's our Angel."

"Oh I don't we're going to be in trouble," Namjoon smirked, "I think our angel is about to get into big trouble.