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“How do you feel about dogs?” Jin asks as they walk up the steps to his front porch.

“I’m not a fan,” Yoongi’s tail flicks at the thought of all the puppy hybrids in his music classes. His college has a high population of hybrids and they were drawn to the music program for some reason. Yoongi just doesn’t get how the puppy hybrids are always so loud with an endless stream of energy.

“Well, my roommate has a puppy hybrid, but if you don’t want to be around him we can go somewhere else,” Jin offers, pulling out his keys.

“It’s fine, I’ll live.” No way is he letting some dog prevent him from getting laid tonight. He tries to sound uninterested, but he’s shaking and it has nothing to do with the other hybrid.

The second the door opens there’s the immediate clanking of a collar chain. “Sir! Welcome home! You’re here, yay!”

“Hey, Taehyungie,” Jin pets the hybrid a few times before creating room for Yoongi to come in after him. “This is our new friend Yoongi. Be very nice to him, okay? I don’t want to have to tell your master that you were bad again.”

Yoongi can’t believe Jin can talk like that with a straight face. This is an alternate reality for him. A lot of hybrids learn this self-hating relationship dynamic from their parents' failed relationships, but Yoongi’s parents are stern activists, both hybrids who wanted nothing to do with humans. What would they think if they knew Yoongi had gone home with one on the first date? No, his parents wanted better for him, wanted to give him a life where he had bills to pay, dreams to chase down. He can have anything he wants yet here he stands, watching Taehyung crawl to him on all fours.

“I’ll be nice!” Taehyung promises, looking at Yoongi way too eagerly like Yoongi was the thing he’s been waiting his whole life to see, to play with. Yoongi’s ears pin down against his head. Taehyung is on his knees, thankfully clothed in an oversized button down shirt and brown slacks. He looks too fancy to be on all fours, crawling towards Yoongi. Even on his knees Taehyung’s head passes Yoongi’s waist. He's felt so tiny today, especially next to Jin. At the coffee shop it looked comical the way they stood together at the counter side by side.

“Hi!” Taehyung smiles, not realizing that he’s blocked Yoongi in, pushing him back against the door. Yoongi is seconds away from hissing and scratching, he can feel it. Taehyung leans his head forward expectantly like Yoongi is going to pet him. Fucking dogs.

“Taehyung,” Jin says, warningly. “What did I just tell you?”

“I’m being good,” he pouts. This is a grown man, probably a few years younger than Yoongi. He definitely could tell Jin to fuck off, in fact Yoongi might encourage it. But something about him felt so natural on the floor, tail wagging.

“Go sit on your bed,” Jin points to a fluffy doggy bed that’s a little torn up, adorned with chew toys and stuffed animals. Taehyung sleeps there? Yoongi feels his heart tighten. Where would he be expected to sleep? In a cat tree?

“You’re not my master,” Taehyung murmurs. Yoongi’s ears perk up around the time Jin’s hand smacks right on Taehyung’s cheek.

“I think someone’s forgetting his place. Now let’s try this again: go to your bed.”

Oh shit. On the first date? Yoongi thought Jin would wait to reveal his true colors, but here they are. Shouldn’t he be on his best behavior for his potential pet? Was this Yoongi’s fate if he says yes, getting thrown around by someone who doesn’t even own him? Yoongi wonders where his charming date went. The one who ordered his drink for him, pulled out his card before Yoongi could even blink. Jin’s newly dark look sent chills down his spine, but Yoongi doesn’t look away. He definitely should not be all tingly. Something makes him want to line up behind Taehyung, ready for his turn. He really should grab Taehyung’s hand and drag him out of this house, away from these humans. But he's too shocked to move. Taehyung whines, giving Yoongi one last glance before sulking over to his doggy bed. Jin sighs, turning back to Yoongi with an exasperated smile.

“Thank you for putting up with him. He’s good, but sometimes he gets too excited for his own sake,” Jin shakes his head. “Anyway, do you want to go upstairs?”

Upstairs? So soon? Shouldn’t they play it coy, pretend to watch a movie or something? Yoongi is shaking again as he nods. He has never been around a human for this long outside of his best friend Namjoon, but he doesn’t count. No matter how many times he's thought about it, Namjoon will never fuck him and now he’s walking up to this man’s bedroom.

“I am interested,” Jin starts when they get to his room. Yoongi flinches when Jin lightly touches the collar pressed against Yoongi’s throat. “What’s the story behind this? I imagine you got it yourself.”

“What makes you think that?” Yoongi asks, running his foot along the carpet as some form of comfort or distraction.

“Well I don’t think we’d be here if it belonged to somebody else. That would be very bad news for both of us,” Jin laughs and Yoongi isn’t sure how he can just joke about these things so openly. Talking like it’s normal, like this is something that everyone should do.

“It’s mostly a fashion thing. A lot of hybrids are wearing it as a statement towards humans.”

“And what statement is it making today, honey?” Jin's voice is level and pleasant and just so fucking hot.

“Just that I look hot with one on,” Yoongi shrugs.

“I can’t disagree with you there.” Jin masks hunger with general politness. “You look so good I just want to sneak you into my pocket.”

Yoongi's sure that was a compliment on some level. “I mean a lot of people at my college wear one to piss off humans.” While Yoongi knew wearing it would make Jin all hot and bopthered, Yoongi wore it also in defiance, reminding himself that he is loyal to only himself like a true cat hybrid.

“What are you in school for?” Jin looks genuinely confused, sitting down on the bed while Yoongi stands with crossed arms.

Yoongi’s eyes light up at the chance to talk about his music and brag about how his professors are already asking if he’s interested in internships. “I’m majoring in production with a minor in-”

“No, I mean what makes you think college is a good idea for you?”

Yoongi’s ears flatten against his head. Jin is everything he hates in a human. Yoongi had once spat in the face of someone like that, a human who was protesting hybrid rights at his school. What’s the difference here? “What just because I’m a hybrid doesn’t mean I can’t pursue a career?”

“Of course not. Some hybrids are well suited for that kind of life,” a shocking statement from this man. “But I’m sure they aren’t also on TradPets looking for potential masters.”

Yoongi should get up and leave, but he can’t. Maybe it‘s the dull ache in his pussy or the longing in his bones. If they can just make it through this one date then everything will go back to normal and this kink would relinquish its hold on him. It was strong enough for him to throw away his pride and make a stupid profile where he tried to look as small as possible. He allowed himself the humiliation for the opportunity to see that this lifestyle was so not for him. Maybe he can score a pattern of hook ups with Jin, leading him on to satiate this stupid desire. He'll experience tonight then realize that it's not worth leaving behind his music, future, and independence for some bigoted man. He couldn't give up the classes that help him develop his craft. He’d spent real world money on that shit and he couldn’t let that go to waste.

“It’s complicated.” They hadn’t really discussed the part in Jin’s bio that said he was specifically, exclusively looking for a pet. Like a stay-in, collared up pet that would be his little Taehyung, dumb and pretty in his bed. Jin hadn’t used so many words, but Yoongi had so many sentences of purpose floating around his head. Yoongi had come here mostly with the intention of hooking up, but his skin ached at the idea of belonging to someone like Jin. “But you’re looking for someone like Taehyung?”

“For someone to fill the same role as him. As much as I love him, I want my pet to be nothing like him. His master Hoseok has a thing for misbehaved hybrids, but I’d prefer mine to follow rules well.”

Yoongi wonders what he’s doing with a cat then. Even the most earnest, naive cat hybrid is loyal only to themselves. Maybe that would extend onto their masters if they loved them enough, but Yoongi can’t imagine cutting out his cynical nature. But until now he had been very well behaved, making a complete fool of himself. Yoongi had been a complete fool, emotionally turned over showing his belly. Lots of heart emojis. Lots of ‘I miss yous.’ He’d stay up past midnight on the phone with him when he had an 8am class the next day. And he did so with such joy, such eagerness! He was another being entirely when horny which leads him to wonder if it’s such a big kink maybe there’s more to it. Maybe it would be worthwhile considering being a pet, perhaps even part time if possible.

“But Taehyung…”

“Careful, if he hears his name he’ll come running up here.”

“Oh. Well. He, um. He’s happy? Living like that?”

“You saw him, he’s having the time of his life. Oh, are you worried about the punishment? He insists on more harsh responses. It’s not something I particularly enjoy doing, but who am I to deny someone what they ask for? But, no, that’s not something you’d ever need to worry about, I respect you too much to hurt you.”

“Oh. Okay, yeah that’s cool.” He’d seen a lot of hybrids online who really enjoyed pain and humiliation. Neither are for him, but if Taehyung is happy then that’s wonderful, he guesses. If only he could be so certain. “What if…what happens if I don't know what I want? I gotta be honest, I’m not entirely sure what I’m here for yet.”

“Well, I think I’ve been very clear what my goals and intentions are, but there’s no need to put too much pressure on that now. We’re just getting to know each other for now, okay? Come here,” he pats the space next to him on the bed. Yoongi hesitantly sits on the bed, still shaking. He’s waited years for this moment, touched himself countless times to the fantasy of laying in a human’s bed. What is he supposed to do now that he’s actually here? Part of him clings to its pride because he can’t just let some human treat him like Taehyung. He's better than that. Right?

Yoongi is sitting next to Jin, a respectful distance away. Jin laughs, moving his hand in front of Yoongi’s face. Yoongi blinks at him a few times, completely lost on what's happening.

“May I?”

Yoongi nods, still not sure what he’s agreeing to. He just likes the stars in Jin’s eyes as they look over his hair and his ears. Jin laughs before reaching out to touch Yoongi’s head gently. Yoongi flinches. “You’re okay,” Jin starts drawing light circles with his nails, and Yoongi’s brain short-circuits, almost falling over.

“Oh, I…mmm,” he lets out a string of nonsense as his eyes close, mouth hung open in bliss. It’s almost orgasmic, the wave of pleasure sent down his neck through his torso. He has to tell himself to calm down, take down the walls. If he's going to debase himself like this he has to lose all shame and worries. He’s waited so long for this, the least he can do is enjoy it. None of the hybrids he’s dated have ever thought to do this to him. Jin’s right hand scratches his chin and it's all over. Yoongi’s brain may never work again, he’s too lost.

“That good, hm?”

Yoongi tries to say ‘yes’ but instead his mouth betrays him, letting out a string of moans and whimpers. Jin laughs, moving behind Yoongi’s ears and that’s it. Yoongi is completely gone, out of his body, and when he opens his eyes he’s in Jin’s lap.

“I’m sorry I just-”

“No need to be sorry,” Jin scratches a little harder. “Just enjoy yourself.”

Yoongi’s grabbing onto Jin’s pink striped shirt, kneading on the cloth he has balled in his hand. He starts moving his head, rolling it around in aimless circles, chasing the pleasure. Yoongi is dripping at this point. His breathing is heavy and he’s whining wantonly already. Then he feels it. He’s not exactly experienced with humans, but there’s no denying the bulge under his thigh. He must let out a little gasp because Jin stops, opting to just pet his hair.

“Yeah? You like feeling how excited I am for you?”

“Yes,” Yoongi whines, rubbing his head against Jin’s shoulder for some kind of ghost of the feeling Jin had just pulled away. This is when Yoongi starts to feel it, the desperation seeping into his brain and clouding any rational thought. He may as well be a pet because all he wants to do is please his master. “Yes, sir.”

“That’s right. Such a good boy,” Jin continues to pet him which makes his skin tingle, especially when Jin kisses his neck. Yoongi swallows, eyes to the ceiling. Calm down, he tells himself. Jin kisses him all over, from his collar bone to his cheek until Yoongi is pouncing on him, pressing their lips together. His breath is strong of coffee and Yoongi inhales it, just trying to keep up with Jin’s mouth. It’s not long before they’re tearing away at each other, Jin’s tongue heavy in Yoongi’s mouth.

Yoongi winces when the front door slams shut. “Jin, come here I need your help!” A voice yells up the stairs.

Jin groans, laying his head against Yoongi’s shoulder for a moment. “Oh, babe, I am so sorry. Will you excuse me? I’ll be right back, I promise.”

“Yeah, sure thing,” Yoongi nods, resenting this Hoseok person even more. Another instance when the appropriate response is to just tell someone to fuck off. Jin has a cat hybrid in his bedroom that he apparently is too eager to leave behind. He hears someone coming up the stairs as he waits.

“Hello, Yoongi!”

“Oh my god,” Yoongi is thankful he’s so high up, but still scoots to the center of the bed just to be safe. “What are you doing? Shouldn’t you be on your bed?”

“But I wanted to say hi,” Taehyung’s tail is wagging so fast and he’s got his paws on the edge of the bed. Yoongi is praying he’s not allowed on the furniture because he feels like he’s about to be eaten the way Taehyung eyes him.

“Right,” Yoongi scratches his elbow, arms crossed. “Can I ask you a question?”

Taehyung nods furiously.

“How did you know that you wanted to be a pet?”

“I always knew.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t help me. I don’t know, it seems a little demeaning. Do you ever get tired of it and wish you were living a different life?”

“Nope! Master and Jin Sir are very nice to me! They said you might be joining us soon, though.”

“Not for a while,” Yoongi laughs, still not meeting Taehyung’s eyes. “I don’t even know if I want to be a pet.”

Someone downstairs calls his name and Taehyung runs off, forgetting that Yoongi even exists.

Yoongi sighs, falling back onto the bed. He slips his hand down his pants and he honestly wasn’t expecting to be so wet when so little had happened. He gently runs his fingers over his clit, not forgiving Jin for leaving him in his time of need. Yoongi takes the time to reconsider all his life choices. Is Taehyung just dumb? Is Yoongi just as foolish? His mind swirling with questions and concerns, and he just needs Jin to come fuck the brains out of him.

Yoongi yanks his hand out of his panties when he hears someone running up the stairs, praying it's not Taehyung again.

“I'm terribly sorry about that, he didn’t know I had company over,” Jin is shutting the door again. “But they’re going on a walk, so we should have some privacy finally.”

“It’s fine,” Yoongi says, sitting up, but Jin is kneeling in front of Yoongi on the bed. Like Taehyung, he is almost taller than Yoongi despite Yoongi being higher up.

“So. What do you want to do now?” Yoongi asks, the answer clear in his eyes.

“Well,” Jin smirks, his hand running up Yoongi’s thigh. “I want to go down on you.”

“Ah, okay,” Yoongi smiles, blushing heavily.

Jin helps Yoongi out of his pants which get stuck around his socks. Jin assures him it’s okay. This isn’t porn, little things like this are allowed. No one is going to be mad at him if everything isn’t sexy.

Jin swiftly tosses Yoongi’s clothes to the floor. He’s quick to get in between his legs, running his fingers over Yoongi’s pale legs. Yoongi is definitely not expecting Jin to start at his trembling thighs, kissing softly as Yoongi aches and aches. “Oh you’re so wet, you poor thing. Are you okay? Nervous?”

“I’ve never done this before,” Yoongi closes his eyes.

“No one’s ever eaten you out?” Jin is shocked. “Don’t worry honey I’m gonna take care of you. It’ll feel really good, yeah? Also, how do you feel about hickeys?"

“Oh my god,” and he just needs Jin to get it started already. “I love the idea of being marked up by you, but they can’t be anywhere visible.” He does not want to have to explain anything to the other hybrids in his life.

Yoongi probably should’ve expected that the process of getting a hickey would hurt a little bit. Jin is sucking on the sensitive skin, teeth grazing slightly. When he pulls away Yoongi’s skin is a splotchy purple and red. Jin kisses the marks lightly. He makes art of Yoongi’s thighs, marking them up till Yoongi can’t stand it anymore. The sting of his thighs do nothing to dull his aching pussy.

“Please, Jin,” he breathes out.

“What was that, angel?”

Oh. Right. He should’ve known better about situations. God, he was supposed to be the expert here, the goodest boy who ever lived. “Please, sir.”

“Good. And what do you need me to do, honey?”

Yoongi whines, squirming on the bed. He’s never good at this part. The words get caught behind his tongue. It’s obvious what he wants, can’t Jin feel it seeping out of him? See the evidence before his very eyes?

“You’re going to need to use your words,” Jin’s gaze is gentle, like he’s a kindergarten teacher. “I can’t help you if I don’t know what you need.”

“Eat me out? Please.”

“I don’t know,” Jin draws out. “You don’t sound very sure to me. Why don't you beg me for it?”

“Please sir, I need you so badly, I really want to feel your tongue on my clit, want you to eat me out so bad, please. I need- oh fuck.” Yoongi yelps when a warmth hits his exposed clit. He’s overtaken with just how wet he is, it’s never felt like this much when he touches himself. Jin’s tongue is delicate, dragging small lines down. Yoongi holds himself back because no way is he going to cum in under a minute. But then Jin starts drawing circles on his clit, working his tongue in just the spot to make Yoongi moan. Yoongi can’t help but writhe and cry out under Jin’s hold on his hip and left thigh. Yoongi’s hoping that would bruise his delicate hips because god knew they’d darken over the littlest things. He squirms, thinking of his body marked purple and red at Jin’s hands.

“Jesus, you’re so sweet,” Jin pulls back, breathing heavy. “Taste so fucking good.”

The man deserves a medal, really. His tongue is just going, never taking a break, never losing speed unless intentionally dragged over his clit lightly. Yoongi’s thighs shake horribly around Jin’s head. With a particularly well placed lick, Yoongi gasps, pulling Jin closer by the hair, arching his back. He immediately settles back, removing his hands. Was that too out of line? He should’ve asked beforehand, he doesn’t want to hurt Jin. But Jin grabs Yoongi’s hand, setting it right down in his hair again. Yoongi takes the sign and grabs Jin’s hair, keeping him steady.

“Just like that, yeah,” Jin murmurs against his cunt, taking a few deep breaths.

“Jin,” he moans and immediately everything stops. “Sir! I’m sorry, sir, don’t stop. Please, I need you so bad.”

Jin rewards him by pressing two fingers inside him. He didn’t realize how badly he needed to be filled. When he touches himself, he really loves swirling his fingers around, but Jin perfects the movement. Maybe it’s because his fingers are just longer. Yoongi gasps, “Fuck, you’re really good at that.”

“Oh, I’m aware,” he starts scissoring his fingers around and Yoongi grips his hair hard. “I’m going to count to ten, and when I get to one I want you to cum. Do you understand?”

“I don’t know if I can, I’m so close.”

“You want to be good for me, don’t you, kitten?”

“Yes, sir, I’ll be good.”

It’s excruciating the way he counts down so slowly but fucks him so fast on his fingers. Yoongi is using all his willpower like he’s never done before. At any second he feels like he’ll burst, especially when he looks down at Jin who’s staring at him like a work of art. Like he’s something to be studied, observed and cherished. Fuck, it’s too much and Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut.

“Three,” and he starts slowing down, exaggerating every letter. Yoongi starts fucking himself on Jin’s fingers faster, desperate for something, anything. “Two.” Yoongi is gasping a string of ‘please, please, please,’ as he whines. Finally he gets to “one,” and Yoongi can’t help but whine, riding out the best wave of his life. Jin doesn’t slow down as he cums and oh it’s all so good Yoongi is seeing white and if Jin asked now he’d move in tomorrow.

“Okay,” Yoongi gasps when he’s come down, pushing Jin’s head back. “Okay, I’m good.”

“You did such a good job, baby! Come here,” Jin lifts himself from his knees and takes Yoongi down on the bed with him. Jin’s hair is caked with sweat, his forehead shiny.

“Thank you,” Yoongi mews, cuddling close to him, head on Jin’s shoulder. His mind is still spinning and he wipes away a few tears that come when he’s this turned on. His heart is pounding so loud he can still hear it, feel it on his shoulder blades.

“I should be thanking you. I don’t think I realized how badly I needed that.” Yoongi isn’t sure he understands, but he’s grateful. Nothing makes sense right now, he’s just existing in this wonderful world where he gets to lay his head on a gorgeous man’s warm chest. “You’re absolutely breathtaking when you cum, I could watch that for the rest of my life.”

That’s why they're here, right? The rest of their lives. It’s a life Yoongi can yearn for alone in his bedroom, a world he aches for with his hand down his pants. Even now as his breathing hasn’t quite caught up to him it’s a lovely, vivid picture. He can get used to being in bed with Jin forever. He’d be content waiting here for Jin to come home from work, ready for whatever he needed from him. It's all he's good for, really. His bones resist it, tugging him out of the situation. Maybe he can keep fucking Jin and people like him while finishing school, maybe he can make both things work. But he can’t stand the idea of just being happy with a normal. vanilla relationship between equals. He wants rules, wants a real collar. He wanted to be on a leash in public, wanted to have someone to get on his knees for. That just wouldn’t happen from hook ups.

“You could,” he murmurs shyly. “If you wanted.”

“Yeah? You want to be my pet?”

“I don’t know. Shouldn’t we wait?”

“We can if you want, but I’ve never been more certain in my life. I know these things usually move quickly, but you’re still deciding and I respect that. You can take all the time you need, I’ll be ready whenever you are.”

“Right. I just don’t know if that’s what I want.”

“Do you think it would be better for us to end things here before we get too attached? I don’t want you to feel forced into something you aren’t comfortable with.”

“No!” Yoongi lets his pathetic side show. The one that’s clingy and wants to stay at Jin’s side forever even if he hardly knows him. “No, I don’t want that at all.”

“You do understand what that means right? I’m willing to wait, but if your answer is no then there’s not much I can do. I do have other options, but I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. You’re so pretty, so well behaved.”

“Really?” Yoongi smiles, averting his eyes. Jin has no right to be as beautiful or as nice as he is. He’s supposed to hate him, but the second he walked into that cafe Yoongi was ready to say yes. He will never find someone so attractive again, no one that makes his soul sing. Is that what attraction is supposed to feel like? Shallow breaths and a shaky heartbeat? “I should probably not give my answer right after I came. I don’t want to say yes too soon and waste your time.”

“I don’t consider it time wasted, I’m enjoying your company right now. But, if you’re interested we could always do a trial run. Spend the night, see how you like being my pet.”

“That could work,” Yoongi loved the idea of living this life in little segments. Maybe he could string him along every weekend, staying over to get dicked down and head back to classes on Monday. Just enough for him to get by. “Yeah, let’s do it.”

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Yoongi feels like he might combust or maybe throw up. His torso is covered in a terrible tingly feeling. His chest is tight. He’s breathing but the air never seems to stick, like he’ll run out at any moment. What is he doing back here? He told his parents he'd be staying at a friend’s house, but then Jin had tried to kiss him when he picked Yoongi up. That made the car ride tense, made Yoongi wonder if he’d already ruined everything though maybe that would be for the best. He knows what he wants from life, he wants recognition for his music, and no way is he getting that locked up in Jin’s bedroom. Oh, but he can’t escape Jin every time he closes his eyes. He can’t stop thinking about him or his tongue or the way he looked at Yoongi when he was about to cum. He’ll never get that from music.

“Yoongi, this is Hoseok,” Jin gestures to a guy on the couch as Yoongi kicks off his shoes. The man’s shirt is made of clashing patterns and he has curly red hair that Yoongi isn’t really interested in. He’s more concerned with the hybrid kneeling at Hoseok’s feet. Hoseok waves, trying to say something, but he’s quickly drowned out by a string of “hi!” and “I knew you’d come back!”

Then Yoongi jumps when he sees Taehyung is beaming up at him with a black eye.

“Hey, calm down,” Hoseok yanks on Taehyung’s collar, making the puppy yelp. For just a moment Taehyung glances at Yoongi, completely helpless.

“He’s okay,” and suddenly, Yoongi feels like a person again. He’s a fully valid being with ideals and goals and a responsibility to his fellow hybrid. He slowly approaches Taehyung despite the pounding in his chest. Their eyes meet and Taehyung gives a tiny nod, pointing his head to his master and oh right. “Can I…” Yoongi looks Hoseok in the face for just a moment.

“Go ahead,” Hoseok smiles but there’s something dark in his eyes. Something that sizes Yoongi up and if Jin is the kind of human Yoongi hates then Hoseok is the kind of human that keeps him awake at night.

Almost more terrifying than Hoseok is the hybrid himself who strains his neck at Yoongi expectantly. Yoongi, like a fool, kneels down so he’s on Taehyung’s level. He’s no stranger to petting hybrids. He had a few cat hybrid partners who loved to be pet so Yoongi knows all the right places to scratch a little. As he pets him, Yoongi tries to pretend there’s not two curious humans watching them. They’re the only two in the world right now.

“You’re okay,” Yoongi whispers, taking the puppy’s face in his hands. Up close, Yoongi can see the purple and red mixed around his eye, still swollen. Despite it, Taehyung’s tail is beating against the floor as a smile overtakes his entire face.

“Okay, hun, that’s enough,” Hoseok puts his hand on Yoongi’s arm like it belongs there. “We don’t want him getting too excited.”

Oh. Gross. He’s quick to jerk his arm away, using his eyes to tell Hoseok what he doesn’t want Jin to hear. He likes Hoseok less and less with every word, every look. He still plays along because he isn’t going to interfere with whatever mess leaves a hybrid bruised. He pats Taehyung’s cheek before getting up, making Taehyung whine, tossing his head against Yoongi’s hand in an attempt to pet himself. Yoongi pretends he doesn't notice.

“Let’s go put your things upstairs,” Jin places his hand on Yoongi’s back. Yoongi thinks he’d let Jin lead him anywhere in the world like that, thinking he’ll get spoiled from walking anywhere on his own ever again. Something about it makes him feel so safe, so cared for. Another thing he can’t get from music, but fuck who can compare the two? Music will always win, though Yoongi will enjoy this for as long as he can.

As Yoongi sets his overnight bag on the floor, Jin is quick to come up behind him, arms wrapping tightly around him. Yoongi puts his hand over Jin’s, thanking him for the embrace. But he can’t keep his brain quiet, can’t stop thinking about Taehyung’s soft skin against his fingers. “Is Taehyung okay?”

“You ask about him a lot,” Jin points out, brushing his fingers against Yoongi’s arm.

“He has a black eye,” Yoongi lets some attitude slip.

“You’ve seen how he acts,” Jin says like he’s talking about the goddamn weather. “He gets himself hurt a lot. It’s something Hoseok is trying to work on with him. But what about you, how are you feeling? Excited?”

“A little nervous,” Yoongi smiles at the floor. It’s ridiculous how big Jin feels behind him, like he’s completely endless. Maybe Yoongi is just too tiny, but he won’t complain. Not at all.

“Just let yourself enjoy tonight,” he kisses Yoongi’s neck, making the hybrid gasp. Fuck, Jin wasted no time with pleasantries, just cutting straight to the point. “Since we said this was going to be a little trial run, do you want some more rules?”

“Rules? Oh wow. Um okay. Yeah, that’s cool.” Rules are one of the reasons he’d signed up to TradPets in the first place. He wanted someone to wear a collar for, a reason to do little things throughout his day that mean he has an owner. They had a few make shift rules in place from their days of just knowing each other through a phone. Like Yoongi was supposed to call him sir and ask to touch himself where he would get extra good boy points if he sent a voice recording. Sometime Yoongi would go back and listen to them because damn even he could admit his quiet whimpers were hot as fuck.

“Just like before, you’re only to call me sir. I do prefer master but I want to save that till we’re more official. Also, you’ll refer to Hoseok and any other human as sir, as well.” Hoseok probably gets off on hybrids groveling to him, treating him as their superior. He’s not! Yoongi knows where that black eye came from. Jin must be gullible, willing to believe the best in everything. When Yoongi becomes his pet the first thing he’s going to do is convince Jin to move out.

“Second, you’re only to speak when spoken to. If we’re having a conversation you don’t need to ask for permission every time, just be aware of when it fits in naturally. You can say as much as you want just be sure you have permission. And if you need to speak just let me know.”

That’s not a rule Yoongi really prefers. The power demonstrated was hot, sure, but there were better ways to implement it, he thought.

“Oh and I have something for you!” Jin runs over to the desk, picking out a little box. He pulls out a pink collar with a little bell in the center. “It’s got a lock on it so I’ll have to open and close it for you, but I really like that. Does this all sound good to you?”

“Yes!” He smiles.

“I’m glad. Now come here so I can get this on you.”

Yoongi holds still, congratulating himself as Jin locks him into the collar. “Thank you, sir,” he blinks up at Jin.

“How’re you feeling now?”

“Secure,” Yoongi replies warmly as Jin sits next to him close. Yoongi is just counting down the second till he gets more head scratches, but he's not going to ask for them out of desperation. He was better than that, but he'd been thinking about them since the last date. He wasn't sure how that managed to completely turn his brain off, but he was needy for it.

“Aw, I love that. God, you look so good in my collar I just don’t know what to do with you. Do you have a suggestion?” Jin brushes his thumb against Yoongi’s chin.

“Maybe.” He gets up and straddles Jin’s lap.

“Another rule I forgot to mention: we wait for sir to give us permission before we do something.”

“Oh I’m sorry, I-“

“Did I give you permission to speak?”

Yoongi opens his mouth to reply, but quickly shuts it, shaking his head lightly.

“I know, baby, it’s okay. You’re still getting used to it. But while I have you here,” Jin kisses him, hands on Yoongi’s hips. “So pretty.” The bell jingles with each kiss, making Yoongi smile. He tosses his head around just for the sound, laughing as it dings.

“I’m so glad you like your new collar, kitten.”

Yoongi nods wildly, unsure if he’s allowed to speak. Instead he moves his hips, absentmindedly grinding on Jin.

“Tell me what you want,” Jin is breathless, looking at him with hunger.

“Your cock,” he feels dirty saying it, like it’s a word he isn’t allowed to use. Like he’ll get in trouble. “I want you inside me.”

-

“Ow!” Yoongi winces as Jin pushes in.

“Too much?” Jin asks. “It’s alright, baby, I’ll be gentle. We’ll start slow, just let me know when I can move.”

“You’re just so fucking big,” he gasps underneath Jin. Maybe he was average for a human but Yoongi had never taken cock like this. Well. “I’ve never….”

“You’ve never what? This can’t be your first time.” Jin’s eyes are wider than they should be.

“I mean it’s really not,” Yoongi tries to sound unbothered. He doesn’t want Jin to think he’s completely inexperienced. He knows what he’s doing! “I’ve had sex before, but I’m usually not on the receiving end.”

“Oh my god, you were a top?” And Jin cackles, straight up laughing at him.

“Hey, I was a really good top, it just wasn’t for me. But I mean I guess you could say this is my first time,” his whole chest is probably as red as his face. Damn his complexion for giving him away so easily.

“Well that’s something I’ve never done. I haven’t taken someone’s virginity before.”

“Virginity is fake, a made up concept. It doesn’t matter. Just move,” he says more so out of desperation to get the attention off of him. It doesn’t hurt any less, but he is curious now. Maybe he’s doing something wrong or is just too new to this. He can’t be experiencing the feeling that people write songs about. No, this experience isn’t dripped in desire, it feels sort of like being at the doctor where sexual things are an item off a list of clinical questions. He was going to feel the overwhelming pleasure soon, right?

Jin presses in deep, using his full length and ow that’s even worse. When he tells Jin, he’s quick to replace that with shallow strokes. “That feel good?”

“Mhm,” Yoongi looks up at him with big eyes. Jin’s thrusting casually, nothing too crazy yet and Yoongi is thankful. There’s still some pain, but he’s sure that’ll go away at some point. “Yes, sir.”

“Hm, so well behaved for me,” he pets Yoongi’s head. “Fuck,” he says when he dick falls out of him. “You’re so tight, it’s hard to stay in you.”

“Um. Sorry? I guess?” Yoongi’s hands are covering his face and this is so embarrassing.The concept of virginity is made to subjugate hybrids but goddamn he's being such a virgin. Being tight is good though, right? Or does that just show how inexperienced he is?

“No, kitten, you're perfect. You feel so good wrapped around me.” He pushes back in and Yoongi isn’t sure why he moans.

Yoongi misses when he was getting head and felt like he was getting closer to an orgasm. Or in the vicinity of an orgasm. As it stands he’s nowhere close, just enjoying the sensation as much as the pain allows. It moved to the fringes, not the main feeling anymore. It’s interesting and definitely welcomed, but no way is that going to make him cum.

"Touch yourself."

Once he’s given permission, Yoongi quickly brings his hand down to his clit. He usually likes to run his fingers up and down his cunt to gather slick to use as lube but considering he was being stuffed full he didn’t have a lot of room. He licks his fingers before getting to work, rubbing circles around his clit. He whines and a hand is firmly placed over his mouth.

“Careful, baby. Remember I have roommates. Or do you want them to hear what a whore you are for me?”

Yoongi nods, not sure of what the answer is. He just wants Jin to keep fucking him and fucking him and he does until they’re on condom number three.

“Can I cum inside you?”

“I’m not on birth control,” which is the worst thing Yoongi has ever had to say. Again, it didn’t help him look more put together with this whole sexual experience thing. Not to mention it deprived him of the cum he damn near needed to function. Is it possible to be the world’s biggest cumslut when he’d never even interacted with the stuff? He wants to drown in cum, wants to choke on it, feeling its weight on his skin. He wonders how it’ll feel inside him, warm and wonderful. It’ll be pure heaven if Jin can just fuck him over and over, leaving him bloated with cum. But he can’t because it’s not like Yoongi can have pups any time soon.

“Fuck,” Jin groans. And before he knows it a slight warmth lightly touches across his lower stomach. Oh. Was that it? He was too busy thinking about cum that he was denied the absolute heaven that is getting to experience Jin cumming. He remembers Jin’s breath got hot and he had held Yoongi’s head, fucking him quick where all Yoongi could do was moan. He had kissed his neck like he’d never get the chance to touch Yoongi again, like time was going to end. He remembers that, but he wasn’t present for the very moment, goddamn it.

“Stay here, I’ll come clean you up,” Jin lazily orders after a few deep breaths. He’s running his fingers through his drenched, matted hair.

What? That was seriously the end?

“Trust me, okay?” Jin leaves and is still completely naked and he is…wow. It makes him uncomfortable, really, knowing that Jin is just walking around naked in his own home. Is that normal? If he said yes, would Yoongi get the pleasure of laying in bed, watching a bare Jin all the time. That alone was reason enough, he thought. But as Jin comes back with a paper towel, Yoongi feels he should respectively avert his eyes. He doesn’t want to be weird or anything.

“You can look, you know,” Jin smirks. “I won’t mind. Quite the opposite, really.” He presses the towel down on his skin and gently brushes the cum away. Despite his previous hunger, Yoongi didn’t want to even look at the cum while Jin was gone. He could hardly feel it, he could pretend it just wasn’t there. He’d never interacted with cum before. Why did it make him so nervous? He was just dripping at the thought of having cum all over him and now that the fantasy had come to life he was going to back out?

Jin starts leaving little kisses on his stomach, slowly dropping to his knees. The kisses go farther and farther down until he’s tracing his tongue over the ghosts of the hickeys he left last time, now clusters of a brownish yellow. “You really think I’m going to pass up the chance to eat you out?”

“No, sir,” he’s shaking his head.

“And why’s that?” Jin lightly brushes his thumb against Yoongi’s clit, making the hybrid jump.

“Sir takes such good care of me,” he gasps and he isn’t sure why Taehyung’s face shows up in his mind. He hates how his mind dips into the idea of how Taehyung’s tongue would feel, how he’d look staring up at him with his big eyes as he sucked away at his cunt. No, he absolutely should not be thinking about that, but he is such a whore that he entertains the thought.

Yoongi is cumming in under a minute, gripping guiltily at Jin’s hair, tugging and pulling. Yoongi’s pussy throbs lightly afterwards, a little pain that aches reminding him just how far he’s been spread. Getting fucked had done very little to pleasure him but he was obsessed with the sensation. Yoongi wondered what it would’ve been like to cum around him. Maybe they could even cum together. He’ll have to ask for permission next time. There absolutely has to be a next time.

—

Yoongi wakes up in the middle of the night alone. He blinks, pawing around the bed for any signs of life. Jin probably got up to use the bathroom or get a late night snack so why did Yoongi feel like he was lost at sea? Completely stranded and alone with a pit in his stomach that may never go away. Maybe if it were brighter than Yoongi could shrug it off, rolling over and going back to bed. He felt like a toddler for needing night lights, and for actually being afraid of the dark. He just can’t stand not being able to see what was around him, he has no idea where anything is or if someone is there watching him. He just tries to avoid it when he can.

Here he is acting like they’re already mated. Like there’s a bite mark making him ache and pine for his master, unable to live without him. Yoongi still isn’t sure how a human's teeth could have that effect on a hybrid, but he hopes he won’t have to find out anytime soon. Mating sounds terrifyingly painful.

When Jin crawls back into bed Yoongi lunges at him, tackling him down to the mattress.

“Aw did someone miss me?”

Yoongi throws his arms around him, clinging to Jin and trying to soak up his warmth. That was something music would never be able to provide for him. Sound could never replace this feeling of human warmth. Is he allowed to talk? He doesn’t care. “It was a little scary,” and he really must be a toddler.

“Aw, don’t tell me you're afraid of the dark.” Jin said it like it was endearing and not humiliating for a fully grown hybrid to still get nervous with the lights off.

“N-no,” he shyly kneads on Jin’s shirt.

“Don’t worry, baby, you’re safe here. I’ll protect you,” he kisses his hair.

“Oh my fucking god,” Yoongi gasps and no phrase had ever cut to his heart like that, tore him completely open. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. You mean it?”

“Yes. You’re safe with me,” he starts stroking Yoongi’s hair, running his fingers through the strands.

“Master,” Yoongi nuzzles his face in his chest, scenting him. “I’ll do it. Wanna be yours.”

Jin laughs like he knows a secret. “Tell me that in the morning.”

“No,” Yoongi insists, tightening his grip on Jin’s shirt. “I wanna say it now. I’m sure.”

“Honey, you’re being bad. I told you to wait until tomorrow so what are you going to do?”

“Tell you tomorrow,” he cowers back, unable to meet his eyes even in the dark. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Jin continues to pet him. “I know my kitty is just a little sleepy. It’ll be okay. Let’s try to get some sleep now.”

Except Yoongi doesn’t sleep. He watches Jin’s chest rise and fall, listening to his long breaths, thinking about the rest of his life.

-

The next morning Jin offers to make them breakfast. Yoongi is too sleepy to sit in the kitchen with him so he’s allowed to nap on the couch which is way more comfortable than it should be. Yoongi doesn’t think he fits any cat hybrid stereotypes but goddamn does he love cozy napping spots. He’s too out of it to think about what he said last night, he can just wait for Jin to bring it up later. He can’t tell if he falls asleep or not, some moments are lost to time. He just knows that when he opens his eyes Taehyung is on the floor, staring at him intently. Yoongi groans, swatting his nose away from him.

“Leave me alone,” Yoongi murmurs, rolling onto his stomach, face planting into the pillow.

“But I’m not doing anything,” Taehyung pouts. Yoongi blinks his eyes open as his mind begins to start thinking for real, allowing himself to be the same person he had been his whole life, excluding his time in this house. He can't waste this chance.

“Taehyung,” Yoongi sits up, tugging the blanket around his legs. He’s too asleep for this but since he has him alone he has to know. “What happened,” he asks softly.

Taehyung stares at him for a moment, mouth open and eyes empty until he reaches a hand up to his eye but quickly stops himself. “It’s nothing.”

“Taehyung,” he says threateningly. “What did he do to you?”

Taehyung scrambles, looking around for answers. “I was…” he finally looks to the floor. “I was bad.”

There it is.

“Has he done anything like this before?” Yoongi asks, not wanting to hear the answer. Taehyung looks up at him and Yoongi can’t quite place the emotions in his eyes. They’re big and wet and somehow simultaneously empty and rich. Saying everything but revealing nothing. He bites his lip, fingers messing with the sleeves of his sweater. “You can tell me,” he assures Taehyung gently. “He won’t find out.”

Taehyung opens his mouth like he’s going to say something, but then he looks to the floor again. Finally, he rolls up his sleeves, revealing bruises in various stages of healing. There were a few large burn marks and a deep scar that runs across the length of his left arm.

“Oh.” Yoongi felt tears prick at the corner of his eyes. He’s reaching out to lightly place his hand on the purple and yellow skin. Taehyung winces, but quickly welcomes the touch. “Oh no. I’m going to get you out of here.”

“What?” He pulls back, tugging his sleeves down, checking around the room. “No, I don’t…”

“I know you love him but this is not love. I’ll do something. I’ll take you to a hybrid shelter, okay?”

“No!” Taehyung whispers intensely, keeping his gaze over his shoulder. “No shelters!”

“Taehyung. You can’t live like this. I won’t let it happen. We’ll get you to safety, he’ll never be able to find you again.”

“I’m chipped,” he says very matter of factly but Yoongi could hear his voice breaking.

Yoongi’s heart drops. What he found more unethical than owning pets was getting them chipped. Surgically inserting a microchip into their skin so the master could know where they are at all times, that's the last straw. It’s what makes them more animal than person.

“Everything okay in there?” Hoseok asks, popping his head into the room and Yoongi prays he doesn’t see how pale he is.

“Yeah, fine,” Yoongi spits at that fucking bastard.

“Well,” there’s a cheery expression on his face that Yoongi would love to punch off. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear how you said that. But breakfast is almost finished, get in here.”

Taehyung gives him one last look, a pleading beg before he turns and runs into the kitchen.

–

“Are you okay? You’ve seemed off all morning,” Jin asks once they return to his room.

No, Yoongi is acting as he should be with a beaten hybrid in the house. If anything he’s not angry enough. No explanation could satisfy him, nothing could be done unless Taehyung is out of Hoseok’s grasp. But Jin didn’t know. He’d forced himself to believe it was all okay otherwise he wouldn’t be able to live with himself, but Jin could help. He could get Taehyung to safety, to a new home.

“Cat hybrids have really good instincts,” he begins. “Like we’re really good at judging people's vibes.”

“I’m aware,” Jin raises an eyebrow, not sure what to expect.

“And Hoseok…I don’t think he’s good.”

“What do you mean?” Jin laughs like it’s fucking funny, but maybe he has to laugh because the guilt is overpowering. What does he tell himself as he comes home to a battered Taehyung everyday? Even if Taehyung is into that, didn’t it cross the line?

“Hoseok obviously doesn’t know how to treat another living thing. Look at Taehyung.”

“That’s an interesting observation. But I told you before they have an arrangement and everything is consensual. There’s nothing to worry about, he’s completely fine.”

“You must be fucking blind then.” Yoongi never thought that Jin would truly see him. This is a conversation the real Yoongi would be having, not the horny, desperate Yoongi who’s pining for Jin’s affection. If they are going to be partners, he’ll have to let his true personality come through eventually. “Really? It’s obvious.”

Jin’s face falls. “You have absolutely no right to talk to me like that.”

“Okay, sure,” Yoongi continues. Jin probably was used to well trained hybrids that look at him with big eyes, thinking he could do no wrong. He wasn’t prepared for an equal, a partner that could match wits with him. Hell, outwit him. He’d have to get used to it if they're going to be together. “But you have to admit something’s weird, right?”

“I don’t remember giving you permission to speak,” Jin steps in closer still with an annoyingly angry look.

“Yeah, about that. Listen, I’m not into that rule. I was trying to make it work, but I really don’t want to.”

“What makes you think this is up for discussion,” Jin asks, exasperated and damn he's just a little bitch, isn’t he? He can be all proud and noble when Yoongi goes along with him, but can’t handle even a little bit of pushback? Maybe this isn’t going to work.

“So you’re just not going to listen to what I have to say? You don’t care what I think?”

“I think,” Jin lowers his voice, coming close to Yoongi, towering over him. “Someone is forgetting his place. You’re behaving so badly, this isn’t like you. I know you want to behave for me, my good boy."

“Okay stop,” Yoongi waves his hand, stepping back. “This is getting weird.”

“Look at you, telling me what to do. It’s cute, really.” Jin steps forward again closer.

“Jin, I mean it, I’m not into this right now.”

So, Jin reaches forward and pinches his arm hard.

“Ow, let go,” Yoongi tries to jerk away, mildly annoyed.

“What did you just call me?” His voice is lower than Yoongi has ever heard and gone is the air of grace and civility. The charming smile was replaced by the face of a fucking villian in one of those dramas, completely dead. It was like he didn’t even know how to experience emotion.

“What? Stop that you’re hurting me,” Yoongi tries to squirm away, never realizing how weak he is until this moment.

Jin adds his other hand, pinching harder. “Yoongi. Look at me.” Yoongi obeys, tears forming in his eyes. “What did you just call me?”

“Ji-” his grip becomes stronger. “Your name! I said your name. I’m sorry I won’t do it again please let go,” Yoongi begs.

“And what are you supposed to call me?”

“Sir. I’m sorry, sir, please stop! It hurts,” his brain is going into panic mode as Jin presses harder and harder.

“And what do you have to say for yourself?”

“Fucking let go of me!” Yoongi jerks away, immediately comforting the red areas on his arms. There’s skin pushed in, deep nail marks sunk into his arm.

“You poor thing,” and the Jin he knows returns but his voice reminds him of Hoseok’s eyes. “You just don’t know what you want, do you?”

“I know that I don’t want to be here,” and Jin is right. This is the first thing he’s been certain of in their time together. He’ll just have to take the loss, and chalk this up to some really good sex with a crazy guy. “I’m going home.”

“Really? You want to go back to your life where your parents don’t respect you? And your friends think you’re throwing your life away? That’s the life you want for yourself?”

“That’s different. Fuck you, I don’t need to explain anything to you.” He turns around to go pack up his things. He’ll have to get Jin to unlock this stupid collar that he never should’ve put on. Jin is still wearing the key around his neck and maybe Yoongi could snatch it if all else fails.

“Yoongi. You’re so beautiful but you’re so dumb. Your little hybrid brain doesn’t know what it wants but your heart knows you belong right here with me.”

“You hurt me,” Yoongi isn’t taking time to fold up his shirt from yesterday, just tosses it in his bag, the sooner the better. Anything to get him away from this man.

“You broke the rules. What was I supposed to do? I am not a cruel master, you can do much worse, believe me.”

“I don’t care. Get this collar off me, I just want to go home.”

“Oh Yoongi,” he laughs sweetly, still with this secret. “You won’t be going home.”

“W-what?”

“Again you don’t know what you want but you belong here.”

Yoongi runs to the door. He tries to throw the door open but the handle won’t move. Fuck, when did Jin lock it? Next thing he knows, Jin grabs him from behind. “I thought you would’ve known better,” Jin clicks his tongue.

“Let me go,” he’s kicking at nothing, thrashing around Jin’s arms.

Jin pins him against the door and Yoongi is crying hot tears.

“Calm down, love, it’ll be okay,” and the Jin he knew is back with his sweet eyes that Yoongi now sees are full of pity and lust. “Everything is going to be okay.”

Yoongi’s skin turns white when Jin bites down on his scent gland. That’s it. The show is over. Human’s bite marks don’t really hold the same power as a hybrid's teeth would, but the message is still the same to the recipient. Yoongi was done for.

“Jin, stop,” he shouldn’t be crying, he should be punching, kicking, something practical. He thinks of his parents, Namjoon, his professors. He tries to gasp for air but nothing is coming up, his lungs won’t fill. “Please no.”

Jin bites harder making Yoongi sob, trying to get away weakly twisting in Jin’s hold.

“You really think you can just call me by my name?” Jin asks against his neck. “Like we’re equals?”

“No I-”

“I don’t know. You keep doing it. I don’t want to punish you, baby. Our mating could’ve been a happy moment, but look what you’ve done, you stupid whore. Aw, I know your brain is all fuzzy because you’re not used to getting hurt. Society has told you that you don’t deserve it.”

“I don’t!” Yoongi wails. “I’m not some dumb pet.”

“Yeah? Then what’s this?” Jin fucking laughs, amused as he runs his fingers along the bite mark.

Before he can respond, Jin pets his head and Yoongi shuts down again. His brain completely shuts off and he can't remember, can't think. Is it a biological thing that shuts his brain off every time he gets head scratched? He's brought back to his baseline, not mad or afraid anymore. It brings out the stinging in his arms, in his neck. But it’s not quite pain, it’s more just a weird sensation throbbing.

“See? You can be good for me. Isn’t this so much nicer?”

He’s exhausted and he can’t even remember why, but Jin is asking him something so what else is he supposed to say?

“Yes, master.”

Chapter Text

Yoongi figures things will be better if he falls off the face of the earth. He had to face his parents with Jin on the trip to pick up his belongings and after that he knows he'll never be able to go through that with anyone else. They had cried and yelled and Yoongi doesn't remember most of it. He can't remember much of how he got into the situation, just knows that Jin saved him by making the decision for him. It didn't have to matter outside of that. So, he disappeared, too ashamed to proclaim this harsh turn in his life. He just stopped going to class or work and never responded to text messages from Namjoon or emails from professors begging him to continue cultivating his work.

If anything, moving in with Jin has been the best move for Yoongi's art because he can work on songs on his laptop while Jin is at work. Then he can spend the rest of the night getting fucked to pieces. He regrets not agreeing sooner, because life as a pet is perfect for Yoongi if you ignore the ache in his soul to perform again. Maybe he can ask if Jin will let him back into the local music scene if he's good. Even if he never performs again he'll die happy, reminded daily by the way his thighs shake with Jin. He's happy. It could be worse. He could be Taehyung who has to walk on all fours and sit on the floor and get hit by humans for being too excited. As the weeks passed, Yoongi's hatred for Hoseok has become debilitating. Sometimes Yoongi will purposely hide his socks around the house for being such a bastard. Luckily, he'd gotten a loving, caring master who would never hurt him.

“Hey, Yoongi, how’s my pretty boy doing, hm?” Jin gently sits on the couch next to his hybrid. Yoongi whines, turning away and losing himself deeper into his beloved blanket. Jin had bought him the whitest, fluffiest blanket that was apparently made for cat hybrids. Whatever they did was seriously working, an unfortunate win for capitalism. “I have some news for you. Tomorrow we’re going to have some company.” Yoongi perks up from his blanket. Yoongi isn’t sure how to feel about this. It’s weird to think of Jin having friends, having a life outside of the home. "Some friends from my book club wanted to come over and see the place. And a few of them were excited to meet the new hybrid living here,” he pokes at Yoongi’s shoulder.

Namjoon had a book club, he remembers. He’d read all of Namjoon’s texts. They started out jokingly worried to…Yoongi doesn’t want to think about it. Namjoon would forget him soon enough and it would be okay. Not like he missed his dumb best friend anyway. Sometimes he’d scroll through old photos of them or look through Namjoon’s instagram. He’s still going on hikes, writing, producing, living life as it was meant to be. It’s easy for him as a human. Yoongi has to convince himself he’s doing the same. It's not that he didn't want to tell Namjoon, Yoongi just knew there'd be no way explain his new life.

“Company?” Taehyung appears at the doorway, panting from his long run across the house. “We’re having company?”

“Just the book club. Jimin, Jungkook, and them, you remember?”

“Yes!” His black eye has mostly healed, thank god.

Yoongi groans, snuggling back into his blanket. He doesn’t need anything else as long as he can exist in this warmth and maybe this was marketed to hybrids to make them behave, get them to mellow out. Maybe they had filled the whole thing with catnip, it wouldn’t make a difference. Yoongi is out. Jin and Taehyung discuss the event while he slips in and out of consciousness.

“I have some rules I want to go over with you tomorrow. Okay, kitten?”

“Yes, master.” Yoongi’s gotten good at saying that phrase in the last few weeks. It was so strange that he’s only allowed to speak at a certain length, but he’s getting used to it.

The next day Taehyung is sitting in front of the door hours before they were ever expected to arrive. Instead of attending to his own pet, Hoseok has decided to sit next to Yoongi. He doesn’t seem to notice Yoongi’s flattened ears or swaying tail, it doesn’t at all dissuade him from petting the hybrid. And he talks in a stupid little voice as if Yoongi is a fucking baby.

“Are you excited?” Hoseok asks with a smile that couldn’t possibly be genuine.

And his rule is more of an obligation here. He has to respond when spoken to. If they were in the real world Yoongi would just keep looking forward, pretending nothing was said. Hoseok isn’t owed his time or attention except apparently he is because he just so happens to be a human that his master likes.

“I don’t know. Sir.” The title always gets stuck in his mouth. He does not want to show this man the slightest bit of respect, but he's a human so Yoongi has no choice. “I’m not good with new people.”

“They’re going to love you, I know it,” it feels like he’s trying to tug Yoongi’s hair out as he strokes the hybrid’s head. Hoseok pets with a strong hand and Yoongi can only be thankful that Taehyung likes it rough. He’s amazed when he watches Hoseok pet him and after he gets over the initial shock of Hoseok showing affection Yoongi is always taken aback by how hard the strokes are, but it gets Taehyung’s tail to wag. Yoongi wonders if the puppy is just happy with any good touch from his master. “You’re being very rude, you should really look at a human when they’re talking to you. Hasn’t Jin taught you any manners?”

Yoongi hates this part. He has to look up at Hoseok with dead eyes and say “I’m sorry, sir.” And Hoseok smirks at him because he knows. There’s nothing hiding here and Hoseok is savoring every moment and dirty look Yoongi hands out. They just have to play nice for Jin’s sake.

The doorbell rings, finally. Jin greets the guests at the door. Yoongi’s heart probably doesn’t need to be racing, he’s seen people before, but no one new has ever seen him like this. Plus, he never really spent much time around humans so a house full of them sounds like a terrible evening.

Taehyung is really in his element here, running up behind Jin so that the guests can never hope to step inside. His desperation for pets really blinds him. The guests greet him with the same enthusiasm and they somehow manage to get inside, petting Taehyung to his heart’s content.

There’s a gasp. “Oh my god, it’s him!”

Yoongi tenses, holding his blanket close to his chest as two humans come running to him. When he peaks up at them they're staring at him like an animal in the zoo. He has a strong, distinct urge to tell them how belittling it is to treat a hybrid like a straight up animal. Yoongi instantly clocks them as bigoted losers who want to take his rights away, but this is an instinct from his old life. What would a good pet do in this situation? How can he make his master proud?

“Jungkook, I am in love with this cat,” one of them stares at him with the widest eyes like he’d never seen a cat hybrid before. If they try to pet him he’s going to scream. He pulls the blanket further around himself, hoping to give them the hint that he wants to be left alone. Yoongi glares at them, remembering he's trapped downstairs until Jin gives him explicit permission to retreat into Jin's room.

The idiots have their hands in front of his face and he blinks back at them really trying to speak with his eyes.

“Aw, he’s shy,” Jungkook coos when Yoongi turns his head away.

“Be gentle with him, he's not used to strangers," Jin slowly approaches him. "Hi, baby, I know new people are scary, aren't they? But these two are nice, or at least they better be."

Luckily, Taehyung has stopped running around and is in petting distance for the two strangers. They quickly get distracted, freaking out over the more exciting hybrids but promising they would return to Yoongi oh so soon. As more people arrive Taehyung gathers up all this free attention and pets because he was built for this kind of thing.

Jin stays with him, running his hand along Yoongi's spine. "I know this isn't easy for you, kitten, but give them a chance. You can do that for me, won't you?"

Yoongi nods with a dumb fervency at the prospecting of completing a task for his master.

"My good boy," Jin smiles at him so fondly. The doorbell rings again. "I have to go socialize, but come find me if you need anything at all, my love." Jin ruffles his hair before walking to the door. Yoongi's eyes hesitantly shift to the loud people that won't even hide the way they stare at him. Like he's just a little play thing, and part of him wants to thrash against that image of himself. He's just a normal guy who shouldn't have to put up with being treated as a novelty, but there's something about the way this dehumanizes him. Something that lights his skin up, sets his heart racing.

Jin is talking to someone new, someone who hangs up their long brown coat that looks somehow so familiar. The possibility doesn't even cross his mind until he makes eye contact with Namjoon.

Oh shit. Maybe he can pretend he’s a different hybrid entirely. Maybe Namjoon won’t recognize him and he can pretend to be a completely different person. He would run upstairs if they weren’t all blocking the fucking staircase. Yoongi can't look away and Namjoon's eyes keep darting back to him, wide as he tries to maintain a natural, totally normal conversatin with Jin.

"Oh, I see you've noticed my new hybrid," Jin points out. "Come on, I'll introduce you."

"I think I actually know him," Namjoon responds slowly. "Yoongi?"

"Uh. Hey, what's up?" Yoongi replies awkwardly.

"Wow, I can't believe you two know each other!" Jin is way too excited. "What a coincidence."

"Yeah, for sure. Hey, can I have a moment alone with him?"

"Yes, of course," Jin smiles before walking into another conversation. It's really like losing a life net.

“Yoongi, what the fuck?” Namjoon whispers out of anger, out of terror.

"Oh my god, shut up. Yes im fine," Yoongi rolls his eyes with a harsh whisper.

"I don't get it. Did he fucking kidnap you or something? You just dissapeared."

"What am i supposed to say? What could I have said that would have made you not judge me for this?" Yoongi sighs, unsure himself of what to say here. "I wanted this for awhile, but I knew everyone would lose their minds if they knew I was considering it. It's fine, really."

“Are you okay? That’s all I want to know, does he treat you well?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Then it hits him and he whispers. “Taehyung is not, though. Hoseok is a fucking freak. Leaves bruises all over the poor kid.”

“Shit really? He seems so nice.”

“Yeah, sure.” Not everyone can be as perceptive as him, apparently. “But I want to get Taehyung out of here. He doesn’t deserve a life like this. I wanted to take him to a shelter, but at this point I’m sort of trapped. Don’t look at me like that, I’m just not allowed to leave the house alone.”

“Yeah that doesn’t make me feel any better.”

“I think I have an idea of how to get him out, if you’re down?”

“Yeah, hit me with it.”

They finally gather for their planned activities. Then Jimin and Jungkook come back a little bit later with treats. Yoongi likes to think of himself as a well disciplined guy but when the treats came out his whole worldview shifted. They’re bickering with each other about who’s going to offer one first and Yoongi is sitting up, ready.

“Yoongi, look what we have for you!” Jimin shakes the bag invitingly. Taehyung has been known to tear about treat bags he could get his hands on, eating the entire thing in one sitting. But Yoongi is good, he is so good. Jin had asked him to be showy tonight so it was the least he could do. Maybe he can entertain these two for a few minutes

A few minutes is probably a half hour. They’re sitting on either side of him on the couch, both giving him pets. One scratches under his chin, the other scratches his head and he is completely lost. He snuggles into one of them, Jimin probably. Rubbing his head against his shoulder. He whines as Jungkook pets down his back, going all the way down his tail. Usually if a human pet his tail they would get some claws but that felt nice. They were all making him feel so nice and he felt guilty for being so turned on. He’s only supposed to get turned on for Jin so this felt like a violation of his trust. But he was burning, aching. He wondered what it’d be like if one fucked his pussy and the other his mouth. But that wasn’t okay.

“I think he likes me,” Jimin laughs.

“Not fair, I want a turn.”

Yoongi blinks up at him and does what’s expected of him. He flops down on Jungkook's side, rubbing away at his shirt too. They’re both going to smell like him by the end of this. He wanted to go home with them, stay on till the next wash.

Jungkook wraps his arm around him, giving him a tight squeeze that makes him yelp.

“Be gentle with him! He’s a precious little thing, right Yoongi?”

“Yes, sir.” And it sounds more airy and flowery than he’d really like but it has the two squealing because apparently it was cute. He was cute now which he never would’ve expected.

“Okay you two leave the poor cat alone,” Jin says at the doorframe.

“But! He’s purring so loudly, I think he’s enjoying it. You’re having a good time, right?” Jimin asks it more as a loving threat.

“Yes, sir.”

“Wow he’s so well behaved. How’d you get him like that? Did you have to break him in?”

“Not at all, he came to me perfectly well behaved. I don’t think he’ll need to be broken in at all

Yoongi shutters at the thought. Jin would never break him in, he’s too nice for that. And besides, he didn't need it. He was already good enough.

“Oh hi,” Jimin says as Yoongi crawls onto his lap. He sets himself down, trying not to put all his weight on Jimin’s legs. “Jungkook, take a picture before he gets up!” And it was sort of nice to be an animal on display. But he was still desperately horny Jin could probably see that in his eyes.

“You two need to actually join the book club and not just mess with my cat!”

“Ugh fine you’re no fun. Bye Yoongi! We’ll be back.”

“Miss you already,” Jungkook flashes him a little heart

After they leave Jin comes up to the couch. “You can go take care of yourself upstairs, darling. I just don’t want to hear anything from you, do you understand?

“Yes, thank you master.”

“There’s my good boy. Go on. And thank you for being so social tonight.”

Yoongi is practically running to their bed. He needs to get rid of this stupid fantasy. He’s thought of Namjoon a few times as he got off, but now he has two other people in the mix. God, maybe they can all take turns with him, he knows the two were just dying to. If he wasn’t mistaken, he felt Jimin get a little hard with Yoongi on his lap. He wishes this would’ve been a different party where everyone came to use him.

Jimin would probably be so delicate with him, fucking him nice and gentle until Yoongi has to beg him to go faster, fuck him hard. He furiously rubbed at his clit, biting his lower lip to keep the noise away. Namjoon would be rough though. He’d seen that dark look in his eyes that just lets Yoongi know. Jungkook is the same. He’d probably tease him.

Yoongi imagines all this under Jin’s watchful eye. He’d make his master so proud of him for being so good, for taking so much cock. His fingers aren’t enough. The second everyone leaves he’s going to pounce on Jin and get him to fuck him for hours.

——-

“Master, may I sleep with Taehyung tonight?” Yoongi asks once it’s just the four of them in the house again.

“What makes you want to sleep with Taehyung?” Jin asks.

Yoongi shrugs.

“Hey, Hoseok, Yoongi has a question for you,” Jin starts, making Yoongi cringe.

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Can I sleep with Taehyung tonight?” he asks shyly. He feels like he’s back in grade school asking the teacher a question. By this time movement from the other side of the house can be heard as Taehyung runs back from whenever he went to explore.

“Look at me when you’re speaking. We’ve been over this.”

Yoongi’s jaw clenches. Who does this man think he is? He’s not Yoongi’s master, he doesn’t get to make rules for him to follow. In another world Yoongi would take so much joy in telling him to go fuck himself, but he has to stay calm for Taehyung’s sake. He’s getting him away from this sick person. Things won’t work out if this part of the plan doesn’t go through so he plays along.

Yoongi apologizes, keeping his eyes on Hoseok’s eyebrows because he can’t bear to look the man in the eyes, he isn’t ready to see what lies there.

“Why don’t you ask him?”

It hadn’t crossed his mind to ask Taehyung at all. What was he going to do, say no?

Taehyung appears at the door frame, tail wagging. “Yoongi sleepover!”

—--

This may be the worst idea Yoongi has ever had. Taehyung must be perpetually sore, body aching from sleeping on the goddamn floor. The cushion of the doggy bed does very little to hide the fact that the floor is beneath them and Yoongi is feeling it cut into his arm. And it’s not like he can toss and turn like he’s used to because Taehyung has his arms locked tightly around him, spooning him from behind.

It’s a good thing his plan involves them staying awake because it looks like Taehyung never intends on going to sleep. Instead he chooses to kiss Yoongi’s neck and shoulder and back. Yoongi really has to pretend he doesn’t feel Taehyung’s cock half hard against him.

“Tae,” Yoongi whispers. “I don’t think we’re allowed to- oh.”

Taehyung kisses behind his ear and wow that has no right to feel as good as it does. Yoongi is whispering his name, tugging on Taehyung’s arm to set him free. Taehyung finally takes the hint and Yoongi rolls around so they’re facing each other. He can see Taehyung’s face outlined by the moonlight and damn he’s pretty.

“Yoongi, please let me kiss you,” he begs, like it’s his dying wish.

“You’ve been kissing me for twenty minutes. What's stopping you now?”

He’s surprised by how gentle Taehyung is. Yoongi would expect him to go in wildly, teeth clashing. But he kisses Yoongi’s forehead first. Then his nose. Then he holds Yoongi’s chin, moving to his lips. Nothing about Taehyung is soft like Jin. He feels more solid, rougher. Fuck, they definitely should not be doing this. Hoseok would probably kill them both. Not to mention it made everything harder. He’s going to send Taehyung away forever, never able to see him again. As annoying as he is, Taehyung makes excellent company. He’ll definitely get lonely in this big house with no other hybrids. Especially now that Taehyung has his hand in Yoongi’s hair and his other hand on Yoongi’s chin, brushing at the skin. Yoongi whimpers into the kiss, making Taehyung growl. He actually fucking growls, dogs are the worst. Yoongi wonders what they could’ve gotten up to if Namjoon wasn’t on his way.

“Want you so bad,” he whispers against Yoongi’s lips.

“I know, but we can’t.”

“They don’t need to know.”

“Just keep kissing me.”

Suddenly there’s a tapping on the window. Their ears both perk up and oh shit this is it.

“Taehyung, I have a surprise for you. My friend Namjoon is gonna take you somewhere.”

“But I don’t think I’m allowed to go anywhere.”

“No, Hoseok said it was okay. I talked to him earlier, we just didn’t want to ruin the surprise for you.”

“That doesn’t sound like something he’d do. He would tell me.”

“Taehyung,” Yoongi takes his hand. “Do you trust me?”

He nods, slowly

“Then you have to leave. I promise it’s worth it. And Hoseok won’t hurt you for going.”

“Are you sure?”

“I would never put you in harm’s way.”

“O-okay.”

Yoongi shouldn’t be choking up here. Shouldn’t feel tears at the corner of his eyes because this is stupid. He’s being selfish for wanting Taehyung here in a house that gives him black eyes and burn marks. “Okay, he’s waiting for you.”

“Wait! Aren’t you coming with me? I don’t want to go alone,” and he sounds so scared. Damn, if this really was a surprise Yoongi would start getting annoyed by how much he’s resisting it.

“You’ll have Namjoon with you, he’ll take care of you.”

“Want you,” and Yoongi thinks that may have more than one meaning.

“Okay.” He can ride with them to hold Taehyung’s hand then come straight back home. Jin would never know he was gone. “Let’s just get going.”