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Endangered Species Trilogy

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You were perfect, and all of the bidders knew it. A human, with features that hybrids found especially appealing, and an untainted bloodline. You had been tested for fertility, and were found to be excessively fertile.

Which was another reason the bidding was climbing so high. With female hybrids slowly becoming less and less fertile, less able to have kids as time went on due to less variation in the gene pool from humans, the hope of the future rested in humans. But since human populations had crashed, what few humans were left were snatched up.

Your own parents had died trying to keep the people who owned you from getting you, on some homestead that they had hidden on for six years, losing you when you were four.
After that, your life had been as you remembered it. Plain, educational, but boring. Your life was spent preparing you to be the perfect mate for a hybrid, learning specific things to please them

You didn’t pay any attention to the glamour of the auction around you, having resigned to your fate many years ago. You were more surprised that you were clothed while in front of all the bidders, even if it was just simple cotton dress.

Then again, that might have been to keep order. The bidders seemed a little…hungry. Their gazes were glittering in the low light, licking their lips and sizing you up despite your lack of attention to any of them.

To pass the time you were admiring some of the dresses that the women were wearing and wishing that you could have some of the food that you could just barely smell from the stage. You were hungry, but not looking forward to the bland dinner you would receive after the auction.

“One billion,” a voice called out, causing gasps and murmurs.

You looked up, eyes wide. That was…quite the jump.

“One billion to the gentleman in the back, going once…twice…sold! For one billion dollars.”

You were led off of the stage, carefully now that you were worth so much, as if that would change the bruises and scars on your skin from all the times you were treated like trash.
You silently counted the seconds and minutes until your new owner came to get you as you were washed again and fed a plain dinner to keep your stomach from grumbling when you’re with your new owner.

You waited in a cage, sitting cross-legged on the cold cement floor.

Finally, he was guided back into the room where you were being held. Your new owner. The father of the children you would bear in his service.

4,942 seconds or 82 minutes and 22 seconds.

He was handsome, especially compared to the men you were usually around. He had a head of thick black hair with white and black ears that were mostly rounded at the tip. His tail was white with black stripes and you realized that he was a white Bengal tiger hybrid.

And he looked angry.

You dropped your gaze to the cement floor, fear spiking in your stomach and tightening your chest.

“Get her out of there. Is this acceptable to you? Treating her like an animal?” His tail lashed behind him, the only thing you dared look at.

The cage was opened by the worker. “Get up!” The nasty woman hissed at you.

“Don’t talk to her like that,” He snapped, then he stepped toward you. “Are you alright, y/n?”

You were surprised at the gentleness in his voice as he addressed you, but you nodded quickly in response. You didn’t want to anger him.

His hand gently tilted your chin up so you were looking into his eyes. They were gentle and sad, flicking over your face. He had chocolate brown eyes, unusual for a white Bengal tiger. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” You quickly answered.

He took a breath. “Rule one: No lying.”

You dropped your gaze. “Yes sir.”

He sighed. “Come with me. We’re going home, y/n.” He turned on his heel gracefully and briskly walked away.

You quickly followed him, not wanting to risk his wrath being directed toward you.

He didn’t look back, but he paused when you stumbled and when you had to catch you breath. Then he would continue, at a slightly slower pace than before.

He led you into a new room, where he grabbed a dress and held it out to you. “Put this on.”

You swallowed hard, but started to obey.

His eyes widened and he grabbed your wrist, pointing to a door. “In there.”

You felt your face grow unbearably warm and hurried into the room to change into the soft dress. It wasn’t fancy like some of the gowns you had seen on the women at the event, but it was the prettiest and softest dress you had ever worn. You went back out to your new owner, keeping your gaze down.

“Better,” He purred, then cleared his throat. “Toss that thing in the trash. You don’t need it anymore. Y/n, you are safe with me. No one will ever hurt you again. You will never go hungry. I will take care of you.”

You nodded, knowing that it was all offered because you would have his kids. You were a means to an end: offspring. He would use your body, and care for you so he could use your body again.

He was watching you closely, reaching forward and touching your hair.

You flinched back. “It’s not clean, sir.” They had cleaned your body, but your hair hadn’t been washed properly.

He frowned. “Call me Jimin. We’ll go home and get you cleaned up properly.” His eyes were soft and joined his face in a look you had never seen directed at you. “When was the last time you smiled?”

You were surprised by his question. “I don’t know, s—Jimin.”

He looked conflicted. “You don’t know?”

“I do not think of smiles, they just happen without my knowing, , Jimin.” You kept your eyes on the shoes. They looked expensive, reminding you that he spent a lot of money on you. “I will be more aware of myself, sir.”

“Jimin, please, y/n. I didn’t mean it as criticism. I simply didn’t understand in my concern for your health and happiness,” He explained, gently cupping your face in his hands and tilting your face to gaze at his smiling one. “What makes you smile?”

You hesitated, then looked down at the new dress, feeling a smile tug at your lips. “I like soft things.”

“Me too!” He sounded happy. “We’ll get you lots of soft things, y/n. I already have lots of soft blankets but we’ll get you sweaters and pajamas and slippers.”

You risked a look at your new owner, taking in the genuinely happy expression on his face.

His smile turned into a grin as he caught your eyes on him. “In my house, we are equals. Lets go home, y/n.”

You tensed slightly, realizing he would probably breed you once in his home. It was probably better that way, but you weren’t sure why it was suddenly hitting you so hard.

He waited a moment then offered you his hand.

You took it, reminding yourself that you had always been aware of your fate and that he at least seemed benevolent.

His fingers closed gently around yours, and the gently tension from the contact caused you to move closer to him as he turned and walked back into the hallways. He led the way out of the endless hallways, then into a large room full of warm light and carpets with people milling here and there.

Jimin’s grip tightened, his gaze becoming stony. “Stay close. I’ll protect you.”

You stepped closer, slightly behind him.

He walked confidently through, giving cold looks to anyone who attempted to approach him. He walked out into the night air with you in tow, handing a piece of paper to the man standing there, then turned to you after taking his jacket off and helping you put it on after a moment of confusion.

Then the paper man came back driving a sleek car that shone darkly, and quickly got out, tossing Jimin the keys with a strong flick of his tail and hurrying to help the next person as Jimin helped you into the passenger seat of his car.

He didn’t seemed to relax until he was driving you both away from the building. “I honestly thought we’d run into trouble before we got out of there. It’s a bit of a drive, you can nap if you like. There’s a blanket in the backseat.”

You glanced at the back seat. “I’m…not really tired, sir.”

His smile faded. “Jimin.”

You winced. “Sorry. Jimin.”

“It’s alright, I know that they…trained you to say that. I can’t wait to show you the house! There’s a pool and I have a great garden and we can see the stars! I don’t cook, but the kitchen is great.”

You listened to him talking excitedly, wondering if that meant he wanted you to cook for him. Better safe than sorry. Wait, had he been implying before that you should rest because you’d be up for a while once you reached his home?

“Sorry it took me so long to get back there, they insisted on me filling out a bunch of paper work and then they tried to make me wait until the auction was over.”

“4,942 seconds, or 82 minutes and 22 seconds. That’s actually less time than some owners take.” And you knew, you counted every time someone else was bought.

“Really? Sorry. They tried to force an extra fee on me too since you’re an endangered species. Which I argued was exactly why a fee shouldn’t be forced on me since I’m technically an endangered species as well.” He kept talking, and you realized he was trying to fill the silence.

Your throat was dry and your tongue felt thick as you scrambled for something to say so that he wouldn’t get upset with you. “So an heir is needed as soon as possible.”

He got quiet, and looked rather surprised. “Um…well…I…not…not that soon. I mean…” He was turning red in the face. “I don’t even really know you, and you don’t really even know me. I don’t want to do anything until you’re ready. It’s just…I knew I could take better care of you than those monsters and…I can’t have kids with another hybrid. I do need an heir, but…I also want companionship. A lifelong partner.”


“And…you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Wait, how do you know how many seconds?”

“I counted.”

His eyes widened. “You…counted the seconds?”

“I’m very good at keeping track of time. Some days there’s nothing else to do.”

He shivered slightly. “Do you read?”


“What kind of books do you like?”

What kind of question was that? Wait, were there different kinds of books? You’d only read four books your entire life, two of which were about pregnancy, one about keeping a house and pleasing a husband, and one about sex.

He glanced at you. “Fantasy? Romance? Sci-fi?”

You stared at him blankly. “Um, instructional?”

He made a face. “They didn’t let you read other kinds of books? What about movies?”

You fidgeted in your seat. “Instructional.”

Jimin glanced at you again, looking both curious and concerned. “What kind of instructional movies?”

“Um…intercourse. Childbirth.”

He looked upset. “Tomorrow, we’re having a movie marathon and you’re seeing all the best movies I own.”

“Yes, Jimin.”

“That…” He sighed with frustration. “Okay. Here’s how life is going to be. You’re going to make your own choices, you’re not going to need orders from me, we’re not going to be together…sexually until you’re comfortable, and I’m not actually ready to have kids just yet. Maybe in a couple years. I want you to be happy and healthy. I mean, I won’t complain if I could cuddle with you every now and then. I’ve been lonely for a while.”

“Cuddle?” The word sparked hazy memories of arms wrapped lovingly around you. You were safe and warm. “I…I haven’t done that since my parents, I think.”

“You…” He struggled for a moment. “Okay, so I need to reintroduce you to cuddling…” He pulled into the driveway of his…huge home…and then parked in one of the garages.

You got out, guessing that it was the next logical step.

He smiled at you, then took your hand gently. “I’ve got you, y/n. Come on. The house can seem big and overwhelming, but after you explore it some it won’t be quite so daunting. You’ll have free reign.”

You looked up at him, letting him pull you close to his side. You had to trust him.

He led you into the house, which led straight to a huge kitchen.

You looked around in awe as Jimin led you through the house. “You live here? Alone?”

He nodded. “I only have a housekeeper. Comes in every Tuesday and Thursday. He’s a friend, needed some extra work. Hangs out with me. But yeah, it’s just…me.” He led you up stairs.

Putting together everything you knew of him, it was a logical to assume that it might please him if you at least slept beside him. You had no qualms about just sleeping beside him. He was nice, and seemed gentle. Soft, almost. Maybe a little moody, but also excitable and cheerful.

He gestured to the hallway. “You can pick—”

“Can I stay with you?” You whispered in a rush.

He looked at you in surprise. “Are you sure?”

You nodded, pressing closer to his side.

He smiled softly, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “Alright.” He seemed a little smiley and shy. It was adorable.

His smile grew. “You have a beautiful smile.” He led the way down the hall to a room that was quite obviously the master suite. He opened the door and you beheld a huge sitting room with beautiful wood floors and high ceilings. The couches had blankets and pillows thrown around. Everything looked incredibly plush, yet sophisticated.

You took it all in with wide eyes.

He led you through a pair of French doors and into an even bigger bedroom. He waited by the doors, his arm dropping from your shoulder and he nodded for you to go in and look around.

You tentatively walked further in, studying the windows and the flooring, the seating in the rounded area to your left. Then the large bed to your right.

You looked back at him, sucking in your lower lip before releasing it and looking back. “That’s a big bed.”

“It’s a lonely bed,” He murmured, coming over and tentatively wrapping his arms around you. “Do you want some of my clothes to sleep in?”

You blinked. “Oh…I suppose so.” You leaned back against him, surprised at how nice it felt to be held by him. You could feel the strength in him, and it made you feel surprisingly safe to be in his arms.

You remembered suddenly that your hair wasn’t clean and jerked away. “My hair isn’t clean.”

“Mmm, so you said before.” He murmured. “Bathroom is through here.”

You followed him into a spacious bathroom that looked far too nice for you to be using.

He turned on the shower. “Go ahead and use my shampoo. Take your time. Here’s a towel and I’ll set some clothes out for you to wear in the closet just over there.” He kissed your forehead and then went into the closet to do that while you stared after him, then looked at the shower.

You bathed quickly, even though he said to take your time, because you were nervous. You were certain that at any moment he would come back in and scold you for taking so long.

But when you came out in the shirt and shorts he had set out for you, he just smiled at you. He was wearing pajamas different clothing as well and apparently getting the bed ready to be slept in.

You went over and stood beside the bed, then climbed on when he gestured for you to lay down next to him.

He carefully wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him, he guided your head to his shoulder and smelled your hair. He made a contended sound and snuggled close. His body relaxed. “Are you comfortable?”

You smiled a little, making a contented sound. This was very nice, and despite everything you had been taught and every assumption that you made you liked him and were happy to be with him. You knew that it could have been much worse. Much, much worse.

He hummed happily, then started singing softly, an angelic voice coming out of that perfect mouth. It wasn’t a song that you knew, but it was beautiful and it put you right into the absolute best sleep you had ever had.

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You woke up feeling warm, and realized you were laying on something soft, and that your head was laying on—

You jumped, awake suddenly as you tried to make sense of everything.

Jimin looked at you blearily, then let his eyes close again, gently guiding your head back to his shoulder. “It’s okay. You’re okay,” he murmured in an oddly soothing way. He was vulnerable to you, which was a sign of trust.

Then again, you were a human. There wasn’t much you could do to hurt any hybrid, let alone one of tiger origins.

“Mmm, I like sleeping next to you,” he murmured, lightly running his fingers through your hair. “You’re just the right size for cuddling. And you smell like me, but also different.
There’s this sweetness that is unique to humans, and then your personal scent is something like…strawberries.”

You blinked up at him, considering it. “Strawberries.”

“Yeah. It’s nice. Like a spring day, with flowers all around and strawberries and cream for dessert,” he licked his lips. “Or pancakes with strawberries and whipped cream.”

“Hmm, strawberries.”

“You know, I bet I have some in my fridge.”

You nodded and got up with him, both of you going to seek the fruit now that he had put it in both of your heads.

“Ahh, I do have strawberries! And whipped cream!” He grinned and pulled both out of the fridge and you two started snacking on them, spraying the whipped cream onto each strawberry that you ate.

You met his gaze, then looked down quickly, realizing how far against everything you were taught this was.

Jimin made a strange sound of amusement, then reached over to put whipped cream on your nose.

You looked at him in surprise, then went cross-eyed as you looked at the cream.

“Cute,” he giggled, then moved in close and kissed your nose, licking up the cream. Then licking his lips. “Mmm, you taste like…peaches? Interesting.”

You looked at him with wide eyes, frozen as his nose brushed along your cheekbone and then he kissed and tasted the skin of your jaw.

“Mmm, no. Raspberries.” He murmured, then nuzzled into your neck, kissing and licking a spot there. “Apples?” He gently bit that spot.

You flinched away in surprise.

“Sorry,” he said quickly, backing a step away. “You just taste so good.”


His eyes widened. “Wait, no, not like…I meant…I don’t eat human.”

You nodded slowly.

He licked his lips and ran a hand through his hair. “I just meant, you…are…kissable. Very kissable.” He kept waffling back and forth between caution and confidence.

You dropped your gaze, your face heating up. “It just surprised me.”

“No, you’re the one calling the shots. We won’t do anything unless it’s truly okay with you. I crossed the line. You just look so cute.” He touched your hair, regarding you with fondness and warmth. “Why don’t we eat outside? It looks like it’s a beautiful morning and I know there are roses in bloom.”

You looked out the window in surprise. “I can…go outside?”

He grinned. “I mean, I don’t suggest leaving the property because I won’t be able to protect you, but I can show you the property lines and you can go anywhere within them.”

You looked at him, then back outside.

It started pouring down rain.

His ears went back and his mouth hung open in shock. He looked at you with complete shock on his face. “Wasn’t the sun shining?”

You shrugged. You couldn’t remember. It felt like it had been, but that might have just been a feeling.

He huffed and then set everything on a tray. “Then I guess we’ll start with movies today. We’ll start with some cheesy ones and move on from there.”

You followed him to the living room, and sat down on one end of the couch while he messed with the TV.

He came over and scooted you over so that he could have the arm rest, and wrap his arms around you, his tail flicking happily. “Smell so good.”

You kept eating the strawberries and whipped cream, eyes glued to the screen. You weren’t sure what to expect. Having only seen instructional videos, it was hard to imagine anything else. There was a lesson in everything, right? Was he going to ask you what you learned from this?

“Relax, enjoy the movie,” he said softly. His voice was so sweet and gentle. You had seen how intense he could be, but he was also this beautiful soft cloud. He was a cloud, sometimes happy and sometimes containing a storm.

You let yourself relax as he slid his fingers through your hair.

“Better,” He purred. He rubbed against you, then rested where he was, just purring and watching the movie.

You struggled to pay attention to everything, the movie, the food, and him. Your owner. But once the movie really got going you were entranced. There was so much to it that at times it was hard for you to follow, but by the end you felt an odd sort of satisfaction.

He placed a kiss on your cheek. “Did you like it?”

You nodded, then turned to him. “Why did she disobey him?”

“Because she saw a better solution and because she didn’t have to obey him.”

You tilted your head, not understanding.

He opened his mouth to explain more when he froze and his ears swiveled toward the front door.


“Ah, it’s my friend. Um, give me one moment.” He climbed over the couch and ran to where his friend was.

You waited on the couch, nibbling on the last strawberry. How long was a moment? You could hear them talking, but you couldn’t make out what was being said.

Then they stopped talking and you heard footsteps approaching.

You looked curiously that way. Three minutes and thirty-seven seconds, or two hundred and seventeen seconds.

Jimin came in, but his friend peeked around the corner at you.

“She’s seriously a…?”

“Yes. Come meet her.” Jimin waved for his friend to follow and came over to you.

His friend followed, warily eying you.

“Hoseok-hyung, this is y/n. Y/n, this is Hoseok-Hyung. He’s the one I told you about yesterday.”

You managed to smile a little, but your heart was racing. Would this newcomer change the dynamic?

Hoseok’s gaze softened. “She’s easily frightened.”

“But cuddly. We just finished watching the first movie she’s ever seen that wasn’t instructional.” Jimin came back to you, gently stroking your hair, then your cheek.

Hoseok frowned.

“Y/n, could you run upstairs and get my wallet from the nightstand?” Jimin purred.

You smiled a little and nodded, grateful for a job. You walked out, knowing that it wasn’t good behavior to run in the house, but still hurrying to do the job requested of you.

“A human, Jimin?!”

You paused just outside, hearing Hoseok’s comment.

Jimin shushed him, prompting you to continue walking. He probably heard you stop walking.

Not wanting to get in trouble, you hurried up the stairs and to his room. His wallet was right on the nightstand on the side of them bed he had slept on last night. You looked around the room, wondering if you should get dressed, but then remembering you only had the dress he had given you last night and the night-clothes of his that you were currently wearing.

You hurried back down the hall, then the stairs. One hundred and forty eight seconds, or two minutes and twenty eight seconds.

Jimin was turning to you with a smile before you even entered the room.

Hoseok looked worried.

You brought the wallet to Jimin, keeping some distance, but staying close enough to hand it to him.

“Thanks. I think just the kitchen today, J-Hope-ssi.” Jimin pulled out some cash and handed it to Hoseok.

Hoseok pocketed it, nodding. “You’re sure?”

“Yeah. Then you can join us for movies.” Jimin sounded a little hopeful.

Hoseok finally smiled a bit. “Yeah. Okay.” He went into the kitchen, taking the dishes from the strawberries and whipped cream breakfast.

Jimin guides you back to the couch. “Come on. I know a shorter movie. It won’t take him long to finish the kitchen.” He made sure you were sitting on the couch and then hurried to put in the next movie.

He spent most of this one wiggling around and acting like he was uncomfortable. To the point where you actually checked to make sure you weren’t sitting on his tail or something.

“What are you doing?” He asked as you shifted to look behind you.

“Just making sure I wasn’t sitting on your tail. You keep moving.”

“Oh, sorry...” he looked away, then pressed his cheek to your shoulder. “Can I lay with my head on your lap?”

You frowned a bit, but nodded. “You don’t have to ask. You’re my owner—“

“No!” He interrupted, his voice firm and somewhat angry. “I told you, y/n. In my house we are equals. I don’t own you and you don’t own me. Until we figure out where we’re both comfortable, I will ask.”

You shrunk a bit, not liking his anger being directed toward you. “I’m sorry, s—“ you stopped yourself, almost choking.

He looked so sad. “Y/n…” he sighed and gently pulled you back to his chest. “No one is going to hurt you. Least of all me. I just want you to understand that you don’t have to answer to me. I want you to be happy. That will make me happy.”

“What if what makes me happy doesn’t make you happy?” You asked, worried. “Like doing things for you…” You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

“I want you to do that because you want to, not because you think you have to or you think you’ll get in trouble. My rules are simple. No means no, unless in a joking context. Stuff can be replaced, we can’t. And no waking me up before six unless it’s A) an emergency or B) I asked you to because of work. Unless something is marked as specifically mine, anything in the cupboards and fridge is up for grabs. Okay?” He rubbed his nose against yours with a cute smile.

“So I can finish the strawberries off?”

He grinned, laughing. “Greedy little girl. Only on days you consider really bad days. To cheer you up.”

You smiled, loving the way his eyes turned into cute little lines as he laughed.

And the way he purred when he could see you again.

“You have a beautiful smile,” he murmured.

“Don’t let me interrupt,” Hoseok said in a teasing tone.

You were already blushing, but you quickly turned away from Jimin and focused on the screen.

Jimin switched the movies, telling Hoseok to make himself comfortable. Then he came back and lay with his head in your lap as the movie started playing.

Hoseok snorted. “Okay then.”

“Don’t be jealous, Hyung.” Jimin smirked and his tail flicked with both happiness and mischief.

You found yourself rolling your eyes at the thought of anyone getting jealous just because they had their head in your lap. Yours wasn’t anything special.

Hoseok started laughing. “Her face!”

You felt said face burn with embarrassment, then panic. You knew better than to mock your own—

It was like he read your mind. His eyes narrowed slightly and he tilted you face down so that you were looking at him. “Jagiya, you’re allowed to have fun and have opinions. Remember? We’re equals.”

You nodded, still tense.

Hoseok was looking at you, suddenly sad. “Jimin-ssi…”

“Later, Hobi-Hyung.” Jimin curled slightly and turned back to the TV. He hit play on the movie and then one of his hands guided yours to his head.

You obliged, petting, rubbing and scratching around his head and ears. It was sort of soothing for you to do something productive like helping him relax. You didn’t know what you would do in the meantime if you weren’t going to be working towards bearing his kids right away.

You bent to place a kiss on his forehead, not really thinking about it and then freezing and pulling your hands away.

He grabbed your hands with a huge grin and rubbed his face against them. “So cute!”

You couldn’t focus the rest of movie, too aware of every bit of contact with him. His head on you lap, his shoulder pressed against your thigh while he laid on his side. When he slid his hands over your legs. Every time he nuzzled closer to you.

Then Hoseok was getting up and stretching. “I need to get back. Hyung asked me to bring home some groceries so that he can finish dinner.”

“Jungkook still laid up from the accident?” Jimin asked.

Hoseok nodded, looking at you sidelong. “Yeah. It’s driving him crazy. And…well, rent is a little tight with the medical bills. We’ll manage. You…you’re sure about this?”

“Yeah, the garage is overdo for a cleaning. You’re sure you want to do it. It’s quite a mess.”

“Yeah, I need the work. Thanks, Jimin. But the other thing, you’re sure?” Hoseok fixed his gaze on you.

“I’m sure, Hoseok. I’ll call you if there’s a change.” Jimin was on his feet, giving Hoseok a hug. “I can take care of myself.”

Hoseok’s tail wagged hesitantly. “Alright. I’ll let you know when I’m coming to work on it so you can…you know. Uh, see you next time, y/n.” He spoke your name like it was dangerous. He looked at you like you might hurt him.

You knew that look well. You nodded, trying for a smile, but you were also shrinking back. You had been hurt by hybrids who were scared of you before. They would avoid you, thinking you completely unnatural for not having a tail and having chimp-like ears.

Jimin turned to you and his eyes widened. “Y/n, he won’t hurt you.”

Hoseok’s eyes widened. “No! Of course not! I’m sorry!”

Panic rose in your chest. You were sure you would be punished now.

“It’s just…you are…very…” Hoseok struggled a moment.

“Y/n, you know that you’re considered very attractive to hybrids, right?” Jimin asked gently, his words full of meaning.

You remembered the hungry gazes, and the crazy amount of money Jimin had spent on you. One billion. You didn’t think you’d ever counted that high, even on the longest of weeks without food. You had always lost count.

A shiver ran up your spine. “Yes.”

His hand, which had rested on your shoulder, flinched away as you breathed out that one word. It hovered in the air for a moment then hesitantly rested on your shoulder again. “Hoseok-Hyung is being careful for both of our sakes,” he murmured. “Hybrids are territorial. You know that.”

You nodded. It was in the instructional videos. Newly mated females generally never left the house without their mates because of the territorial issue. But you hadn’t mated with Jimin yet. But you were his property, and you would be his mate.

“I would never hurt you,” Hoseok said softly. “I’ll see you next time, Y/n. Jiminie.”

Jimin lightly kissed your forehead. “You’re going to tell me what you’ve been through when I come back.”

You tilted your head and looked up at him in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Hoseok made a barely audible sound.

Jimin blinked at you, a sad look on his face that you hoped you would never cause. “I’ll be back in a moment.” He dropped a kiss on your lips, surprising you momentarily.

Hoseok hurried toward the door with Jimin close behind.

You sat there, confused, then shrugged.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

Maybe you should offer to make him lunch?

Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve.

Or dinner, since that was generally a more formal meal?

Twenty. Twenty one. Twenty two. Twenty three.

Would you have to keep wearing his clothing? Maybe you could make yourself something? And when he said that you weren’t going to move forward…hadn’t he bought you specifically for breeding? What did he mean by when you were ready?

One hundred. One hundred and one. One hundred and two.

And if Hoseok needed money and got paid by cleaning the house, what were you supposed to do? To make a mess would be terribly rude, but to clean every mess would put him out of a job. There would have to be some sort of equilibrium.

And would you always be the only woman in Jimin’s life? Were you his mate, or his surrogate?

Two hundred.

Was he trying to make sure that you were completely healthy before breeding you? Was there something he could sense about you that you couldn’t? Though, didn’t he say something about waiting two or three years before having a child?

Two hundred and seventeen…wasn’t that how long a moment was? You turned to look for him, still counting the time.

This time a moment was a lot longer, and you were worried when he came back.

He stiffened when he came in the room. “What’s wrong?”

“That was more than one moment,” You answered in a small voice.

He knelt in front of you. “What do you mean?”

“Before a moment was 217 seconds, or 3 minutes and 37 seconds. That was 10 minutes and 52 seconds or—”

His hands cupped your face. “Shh, you don’t need to count anymore. A moment…a moment is an undefined amount of time. It can be less than a second, or more than an hour. I had to make a call. Look, the rain has let up. Let’s go walk the property so that you can see everywhere you can go. And you don’t have to wait for me to do things. You can go anywhere. There are books in that room over there, and all of these movies…well…I might take some out of here so that you don’t scare yourself while I’m away.”

You nodded your agreement to that.

“I have some art supplies that you can use, and there’s the kitchen. We’ll hold off on the computer for now, until I can properly show you how to use it. Let’s get some fresh air.”

You got up and stepped close to him, looking up at him with big eyes.

He smiled down at you, a purr erupting in his chest. He kept his arm around you. “My queen.”

You felt your face burn and you dropped your gaze as a smile tugged at your lips. “I’m not a cat-hybrid.”

“I don’t care. You’re still my queen.”

The fresh air rolled over you and the taste and smell left from the rain was delightful.

“The pool is over there. As long as it isn’t raining you can swim. You know how to swim?”


“I’ll teach you. I like swimming.” He showed you all around the yard and you could tell that you had a lot to memorize. That would certainly occupy you on days when it wasn’t raining.

Then he took you inside and upstairs again, to the room next to his. “This is going to be your space. Just yours. I’ll stay out of here unless there’s a reason for me to come in, or you ask me to come in. When we get you clothes, you can keep them in here since the closet in our room is already full of mine. We can bring chairs in here and blankets and tons of soft stuff, and we can get you books and anything you like. Whatever you want to do with this space, you can.”

You looked around carefully, arms still wrapped around him, too afraid that he’ll leave if you let go right now.

“So if I…if I scare you and you need time to calm down, this is where you can go. Or if you just need to get away from me.” He kept talking, as if he was afraid of what you would say if he was quiet for too long.

“It’s cold.”

He grinned and nuzzled up against your face. “I can warm you up.”

You managed to tilt your head just right, kissing him.

His lips molded to yours and he kissed back slowly before pulling away. “Kisses are okay?”

You nodded.

He sighed softly and pressed his lips back to yours, his tail sweeping around and brushing over the back of your legs. “Come on. Cuddling is best in a bed.”

Chapter Text

The grounds were as extensive as the house. You relished the freedom that running around the yard gave you. The grass soft on your feet, the sun kissing your skin, and the wind blowing your hair. It was your favorite part of your home.

You glanced to your left, trying to decide which way to go.

He caught you from the right with a playful growl. “Caught you,” He said, playfully biting your ear.

You giggled, letting him kiss, lick, and bite your neck, ears, and face.

He loved to playfully hunt you, specifically catching you, because you let him taste you. He loved the taste of your skin.

“Such easy prey,” He teased, hands feeling your body. “So tasty. I’m going to eat well today.”

You let your head drop back onto his shoulder. “You are.”

He tensed, hands gripping yours a little tighter, his gaze searching your face, as if to gauge your sincerity.

A car horn disrupted the fragile moment (you had a lot of moments like this, you loved moments).

You looked toward the house. “I guess someone is here.”

He looked grumpy, but then his eyes lit up. “Oh! That must be V-RM!” He ran toward the house, and you followed more slowly.

You entered the house cautiously, peering in the entryway at the men and the strange racks with plastic that Jimin was helping them bring in. Both men were handsome and well dressed.

Jimin saw you and waved for you to come over.

You darted to his side and hid slightly behind him.

“Y/n, this is Taehyung and Namjoon, with V-RM Fashions. I can’t take you to stores, so I brought the best fashion has to offer to you. They’re also old friends. Taehyung was in school with me and Namjoon used to tutor me. And I sort of work for them.”

“He models for us,” the (barely) shorter one said with a grin. “For our top line. It’s nice to meet you, Y/n!” His fluffy tail swished happily.

Jimin tried to encourage you to come out from behind him, but you shook your head, gaze flicking back and forth.

“I’m Namjoon,” The taller one said, giving you a smile. “I think you’ll like the clothes we brought you. Jimin said you like softer fabrics.”

You straightened a little and nodded, but you still weren’t sure it was safe to come out from behind Jimin yet. Hoseok was one matter. You two had figured out how to be around each other, and it usually involved you wearing one of Jimin’s sweatshirts that you swam in because it hid your body.

Right now you were wearing a dress Jimin had given you earlier that week, one that definitely didn’t hide your body.

“Jimin wasn’t lying, you really are beautiful. I’ve never seen anyone like you.” Taehyung’s gaze was on you again.

Jimin turned to you. “Is this okay?” He was asking you if getting you clothes this way was okay, and if you were okay with him bringing two friends into the house.

So you nodded, because you were okay with that part. It was them seeing you that you weren’t sure about.

Jimin hooked his arm around your waist and turned back to the boys. “Why don’t you grab what you think will look good on her for now and she’ll try them on. You’ve seen her coloring.”

“Size,” Namjoon said, eying you.

Jimin let go of you, stepping slightly away so that they could see you.

Taehyung’s eyes widened.

Namjoon bit his lip, glancing up and down your body, assessing you. “Got it.”

“Has she ever tried on clothes before?” Taehyung asked, licking his lips.

“Uh…she’s never been shopping before, so probably not. And they didn’t exactly give her much in the way of clothing.” Jimin’s eyes flashed with anger and hatred, something that often appeared in his features when discussing your past. You’d learned a lot about your own past from telling him about your life, and though much of it was just normal to you, he went into a rage over some of it and wouldn’t let you out of his arms for a whole day.

Namjoon’s jaw jutted out, a similar look on his face. “She…you must have been treated a little better, as a human.”

You nodded while Jimin shook his head.

“That wasn’t better, y/n,” Jimin growled lowly.

“Physically it was,” You murmured, not looking at him. You still didn’t like disagreeing with him, but you had learned it was necessary.

It was silent after your comment.

Jimin’s hand took yours. “I’m sorry. You’re right.” His voice sounded strained, but gently and soft. “Come on, they’re going to grab some clothes for you to try on upstairs.”

You didn’t look up, but you went with him.

“I shouldn’t have brought it up,” Jimin murmured, pulling you into his arms at the top of the stairs and tilting your chin up so you were looking at his face. “Forgive me?”

You nodded and went on your tiptoes, placing a kiss on his lips. “So, what am I doing?”

“They’re going to give you clothing, you go change into it, then come out and show us and they check the fit and you tell us if you like it or not.” He opened the door to one of the guest rooms. “Is that okay?”

You nodded.

Taehyung and Namjoon came up the stairs with clothing on hangers.

You tried on many different clothes, unsure what it was they were looking at because you thought you looked the same in all of them. Like someone wearing clothing that they weren’t supposed to.

The first outfit you really liked was extremely soft, and warm. You got cold easily, often cuddling up with Jimin just to keep warm and if you had outfits like this then you wouldn’t have to bug him as much. The idea made you happy, thinking you’d be less of a burden to him, and you told him as much.

Jimin frowned. “I don’t like it.”

You felt your shoulders drop and you looked down at the outfit, confused.

Taehyung and Namjoon were looking at each other as if trying to figure out if they should comment on the outfit or not.

“Try on the next outfit.” Jimin folded his arms, tail lashing.

“Do I look ugly in this?” You asked in a small voice, trying to understand what he didn’t like.

He flinched and his expression wavered.

“Of course you don’t, y/n. You look gorgeous in everything,” Namjoon quickly said, smiling at you.

Jimin nodded. “I could never find you ugly, y/n.”

“He just doesn’t want to give up cuddles,” Taehyung said, suppressing a smile as his tail wagged furiously.

Jimin glared at him.

You blinked a couple times. “What if I only wore it when you weren’t here?”

He tilted his head, considering it. “Promise?”

You nodded emphatically.

He sighed and nodded. “Fine. But I lose one moment with you because of that outfit and it burns.”

You grinned and hugged him, rubbing your face into his shoulder in the way that always made him smile, or at least purr.

It did both this time, and he kissed your forehead. “So cute.”

Taehyung made a sound of agreement with an exaggerated and elongated version of the word.

Namjoon looked slightly embarrassed, but he cleared his throat. “Uh, I think we should pick this up another time, Jimin-ssi.”

“Right, thanks for coming, hyung. Thanks, Taehyung.” Jimin went over and hugged them. “I’ll see you guys out. Why don’t you take your clothes to your closet, baby?”

You nodded, then smiled at the men. “Thank you for bringing clothing here.”

They both were wide-eyed, and managed to nod.

You noticed Taehyung swallow hard and lick his lips again.

Namjoon and Jimin quickly pulled Taehyung out, though Namjoon also glanced back a few times.

You shrugged and waited until you could hear them talking together on the stairs before gathering up the clothes that you had gotten and lugging them to your space. It was still fairly blank, just a chair and blankets in one corner, a picture of you with Jimin, a couple pictures of just Jimin, your hand-drawn maps of both the house and the grounds, and your current book of choice—a book of fairy-tales which had you imagining Jimin as the good male characters.

Then you quickly changed out of the outfit that he didn’t want you wearing when he was home and into some pajamas he had brought home with him earlier that day.

You would definitely freeze in these, you darted to the bedroom and dove onto the bed, wiggling under the covers with your book.

He came in a while later. “In bed already?”

“The pajamas you got me are not warm,” you informed him in a false-pout.

He grinned. “Let me see.” He licked his lips, that smirk on his face that said he would pounce and kiss you soon.

You got up, hoping he wouldn’t make you stay in the cold air long.

His gaze slowly dropped down your body, then flicked back up to your face as he bit his lip and got a strange look on his face. “You look like the perfect piece of prey.”

Your face burned, but a smile tugged at your mouth despite yourself. You side-stepped a little.

His tail swished once, then he tackled you onto the bed, gently biting your neck. “Do you realize how attractive you are? Are you trying to drive me crazy? You must be a daring girl to go smiling like that at other men.”

You slid your fingers through his hair, enjoying the growling purr that emanated from his throat and into your skin. “Jimin?”


“How will you know when I’m ready if I don’t know what you classify as me being ready?”

He pushed up onto his elbows, a confused expression on his face. “Huh?”

“Well, you said we wouldn’t move forward or do anything unless I was ready but I don’t know what that means, so how can you know if I’m ready if I don’t know what I’m supposed to be ready for or what being ready means? I mean, I fully expected you to—”


“—on the first night. It’s all I’ve really been taught.” You rubbed your nose against his.

His tail flicked idly on the sheets beside your hand and you absently ran your hand over it.

He chuffed, then buried his face in your neck. “I want to be careful with you. What we have…I want it to last.”

“You don’t think it will?” You asked, looking away from him.

“I don’t want you to have any regrets. We’re both endangered species, y/n. That’s one of things so appealing about you, that you’re as rare as I am. But…even if we mate, even if we have kits, they’ll be hybrids. Not humans. Shouldn’t…wouldn’t it be better for you to have a human mate?” He murmured, sounding uncertain.

“I don’t care. Maybe I should, but I don’t. Besides, if you don’t have kids with me you would have to have kids with another human, right?”

He nodded slowly into your neck, holding you tightly.

“I’d kill her,” You muttered, surprised at how dark your tone came out of your mouth.

He pushed off of you so that he could look at you with wide eyes. “Kill her?”

You hesitated, then nodded. “You’re mine.”

He stared for a moment, then grinned and started laughing, falling off of you and holding his stomach. “Come on. Put on a robe and lets go eat dinner. The pizzas should be here any minute.” He got up and walked out as if nothing had happened.

You sat there, confused for a moment. You supposed it was funny to him that you would threaten to kill someone who didn’t exist, especially being a weak little human. You sighed in frustration and put on his robe since it smelled like him and was bigger and warmer.

You went downstairs, where he had already brought the pizza into the kitchen. “Was it that funny?”

“You’re a nice girl,” He murmured, an extremely alluring look on his face as he gazed at you. “What was funny was that I underestimated how possessive you were. Here I thought I was the possessive one and it’s actually both of us. You would really kill another human?”

“Human, hybrid, neither can have you. You bought me. You’re stuck with me. Besides, you probably just bumped up the value of all humans.”

“You’re special, and you know it. I mean, you were advertised as perfect and I can’t even call it false advertising.” Jimin ate half a slice in what looked like one bit. “I mean, Hoseok is wrapped around your finger and even with the precautions you two cooked up he struggles to resist you. It’ll be easier after we mate, but still. You’re hard for any hybrid to resist.”

“I did notice Taehyung and Namjoon staring a couple times.” You fiddled with the paper plates, finally getting one to separate from the others.

“Yeah. Hey, after we do mate, would it be okay with you if I invited all of the guys over for a game night or something?”

“It’s your—”

He growled lightly.

You carefully rethought your words. “It’s your choice. I can hide away in my room for the night if you want to invite them over since we’re apparently not mating until I’m ready. Whatever that means.” You dropped a piece of pizza on your plate.

“Don’t get huffy,” He teased, kissing your cheek.

You smiled a little, then grinned as he placed some tickling kisses on your neck before taking a little nibble.

He sighed softly, his warm breath on your neck tickling as well. “Besides, I already know you’re ready.”

You turned your head toward him, eyes widening slightly.

He met your gaze as he ran a hand through his hair. “Eat well, y/n, you don’t want me to starve, do you?”

You shook your head, hurrying to eat at the table.

He followed more slowly, and how he made eating into such an attractive act was beyond you. He ate slowly, deliberately, his eyes flicking to you every now and then. He was testing you, your patience.

Ten minutes passed, and you kept yourself from getting impatient the same way you would pass time when you were in your cage. You counted. You counted seconds, and minutes, carefully eating your pizza.

He started to squirm after fifteen minutes.

You kept counting, looking up at him every two minutes to gauge whether he was pleased with your patience or not.

After half an hour he suddenly started laughing. “I should have known I wasn’t as patient as you. You’ve waited your whole life. You shouldn’t have to wait anymore.” He came over and pushed your empty plate away, tail curling around your waist. “Arms.”

You looked up at him and then held out your arms.

He slid the robe off of your shoulders and arms, then picked you up. “I’ll never make you wait again, y/n. From here on out, we’re together. You’re mine, I’m yours, and the rest is—”

“Ours?” You guessed, immediately thinking of the movie.

He purred deeply. “I’m going to love you until you never doubt it again. And when the time comes, everyone is going to think we’re crazy for having so many kids.”

You pressed your lips to his. “I can’t believe how scared I was of you.”

“I can’t believe anyone could look at you and put you in an auction. I think it’s time for cuddles.”

“I think it’s time for more than just cuddles,” You whispered in his ear.

He grinned and hefted you closer. “Sounds good to me.”

Chapter Text

You tilted the brim of your hat farther over your face as instructed.

“No, that’s not right either,” The photographer, Yoongi, muttered, frowning at his camera, then at you.

You looked desperately at Jimin.

He just gave you a signal that he would take care of it. “Hyung, maybe you should let me pose her. You’re kind of scaring her.”

You glanced at Taehyung and Namjoon, who were trying not to laugh at the situation over by the wardrobe and makeup stations.

Seokjin was shaking his head, frustrated the finicky photographer.

“How am I scaring her?”

“You keep glaring at her!”

“So she’s scared of everyone who glares?”

“No, hyung. But she is scared of people who glare at her and are never happy with her.” Jimin was keeping his voice plaintive, even though normally he would be growling by now.
“I know what you’re looking for and I know how to explain it to her. She wants to get this done as much as you do. Possibly more.”

Yoongi finally seemed to comply, gesturing with his tail at you.

Jimin sighed and came over. “Big eyes, then look at me like I just told you that I was leaving for a month.”

“Why aren’t I going with you?”

“Because it’s too dangerous.”

Distress rose in you, even as you realized it was hypothetical.

“Now look at Yoongi,” He said, backing away.

You let your gaze flick to the photographer.

“Finally! Alright, now we just need her to changed outfits and to get some pictures of her smiling.”

You looked at Jimin, still upset over the hypothetical situation.

He hurried back to your side, giving you gentle kisses. “It’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. I wouldn’t dare leave you.”

You huffed, hitting him lightly before tucking your face into the crook of his neck.

“Did you make her cry?!” Seokjin asked, sounding like he was ready to scold Jimin.

Jimin ignored him. “Can you smile for him? Please?”

You made a soft sound of protest.

“Please? You know he’s all roar and no claw. Besides, the sooner we finish here the sooner we can go downstairs and have cake.” Jimin kissed your temple.

“I like cake. But I really want strawberries.”

“Mmm, me too, baby. But for now we’ll have to be happy with cake and friends.”

You sighed, pulling away. “Plus you want them to know.”

He nodded. “They’re my family.”

You looked over to where Namjoon and Taehyung were picking out your next outfit. “I suppose I need to change. We’re not done.” You got up and walked over with your chin held high so he knew just how ‘not done’ that conversation was.

Namjoon hung the outfit up in the changing room, then quickly backed away.

You changed and went back out, marching up to a slightly nervous looking Jimin. “Rule 1.”

He winced. “No lying.”

“You owe me lots and lots of cuddles, but you also owe me strawberries, and chocolate!” You folded your arms.

“Because trying to save humans isn’t enough payment.”

“I told you, I don’t care half as much about them as I probably should. I care more about you and me and—”

“I know,” He quickly cut you off, pulling you into his arms and pressing delicate kisses over your face. “We can have a fire in the fireplace, and roast marshmallows and drink hot chocolate when we go home.”

You smiled a little, looking up at him. “Promise?”

“Promise. And I can pick up the next book in that series you like.” He grinned.

“You’re the best,” You murmured, nuzzling his cheek.

He purred softly. “My queen.”

You pulled away, grinning, and let Taehyung fix your makeup before going to where Yoongi instructed.

“Alright, secretive smile!”

You complied, thinking of all the secrets you had now.


You started laughing just as you tried to ask how you were supposed to do a laughing smile.

“Good, now a contented smile?”

Your smile disappeared and you tilted your head questioningly.

“Well, that’s cute too, but not quite what we’re going for.”

You got more confused. “What’s a content smile?”

“Look at Jimin,” Yoongi instructed.

You did as he said, looking at your mate. Your Jimin. His striped ears and tail, his beautiful and soft black hair, his lithe and strong physique.


Your gaze snapped back to Yoongi. “Was I smiling?”

He nodded.

Jimin pounced next to you, then wrapped you in a tight hug. “Yay! We can go eat now.”

“Well, I need to change first.”

“Please,” The four other men in the room chorused, all seeming fidgety and looking away from you.

And you could have swore Yoongi was blushing.

Jimin gave them all dirty looks. “Come on.”

You let him lead you back over to the changing room and then kept him out while you changed (he got too handsy if he saw you changing) back into regular clothes. Then the two of you went downstairs where Hoseok and Jungkook were babysitting the food.

Hoseok grinned at you. “All done?”

You nodded, tucking yourself farther into the sweatshirt then giving him a quick hug. He was still the most resistant to you, and the more time he spent around you the easier he found it, thankfully.

Jungkook smiled at you, but kept his distance.

“You smell different,” Hoseok said, frowning slightly after you pulled away.

You shrugged.

The other four men came down and you all got food and sat at the table together, with all of them talking loudly and joking together.

Then Jimin stood up. “So, one of the reasons we wanted to have this lunch was so that we could tell all of you at once that we’re going to have a kit in a few months.”

Hoseok screeched excitedly, hopping up and tackling Jimin in a hug.

The others all looked between the two of you in what you were guessing was delighted shock, since it was about the same face Jimin had made when he found out.

Yoongi suddenly looked so soft and happy. “A kit?”

Namjoon and Seokjin were looking at each other.

“He grew up?”

“They’re gonna have a kit.”

“Poor thing,” Jungkook murmured, giving Jimin a teasing smirk.

Jimin gently tackled him.

Taehyung was just stunned.

“Just one?” Hoseok asked, grabbing your hand.

You nodded. “Thank God. I don’t think I could handle more than one. I’m not sure how to hand one,” You murmured, watching Jimin goofing off happily with his friends.

“I’ll come help when I can, but you have Jimin. He’ll be a great father.” Hoseok patted your shoulder.

“And you’ll be a great god-father?”

He grinned. “The best. Whose the god-mother?”

“Eh, we were thinking Seokjin.”

He laughed. “Do it.”

“I’m not a woman!” Seokjin objected loudly.

“I don’t know any women,” You countered, folding your arms. “They try to claw my eyes out. And I would claw their eyes out if they got too close to Jimin-ah. They all try to flirt with him.”

“That’s true, hyung,” Taehyung agreed with you.

“Besides, it’s only because you’re one of the most caring and hardworking people we know. We know that if anything happened to us, you and Hoseok would be able to give our baby everything he’ll need. Love, care, food, shelter, and guidance.”

“He?” Jimin said, his voice shaking.

“It’s a boy?” All of the boys got a little hushed.

You nodded, realizing it was too late to take it back. Jimin had said he didn’t want to know, but you sure weren’t about to wait and find out, so you had been keeping it a secret from him all this time.

He was almost trembling. “We’re having a boy?”

You nodded again. “It’s what you wanted, right?”

He quickly hugged you. “I would have been happy with either.”

“You wanted a boy,” You murmured, smiling. “Because you could teach him how to play sports.”

He kissed you to shut you up. “I just want all of us happy and healthy. I love you so much. So much.”

You melted into his arms, listening to the happy words around you and soaking in the warmth of Jimin’s love for you and the baby you were carrying. You hadn’t realized it, but you were already counting down the days until you would be able to see him holding your baby in his arms. You supposed you would always be counting. But how much better it was to be counting toward happiness.

Chapter Text

You perked up, hearing the front door close. “Jiminie?”

“Close your eyes!” He called, sounding excited.

You rubbed your belly, closing your eyes and waiting for him, counting.

“You’re counting again,” He teased, sounding like he was right in front of you now.

“I’m waiting,” You whispered, smiling. “Patiently.”

“What am I at?”

“99, 100, 101–”

He kissed you. “Okay, open.”

You did, first seeing his happy face–eyes squinted with how big he was grinning, then the huge bouquet of flowers he had brought you.

You breathed in, already making a squealing sound as you buried your face in the fragrant bouquet. Heavenly.

He laughed. “I also brought home strawberries.”

You snapped out of the bouquet, eyes huge. “Really?”

He nodded, grinning. “Really. I know how much you love them.”

You pulled him in and gave him a kiss. “I love you.”

He chuffed softly, then kissed you again. “I adore you. How’s the cub?”

You pouted. “He doesn’t sit still until you come home.”

“Is he moving now?”

You nodded.

He got quiet, moving in to feel your belly where you guided him, grinning. “Hello, cub. We’re really excited for you to come.”

The baby grew still as Jimin continued to talk, actually telling you about his day, but still, the baby was always calmer when Jimin was talking, giving your lungs a reprieve from his kicking.

“Better?” Jimin asked, pressing a kiss to your belly.

“Always,” You whispered, running your fingers through his hair. “He’s gonna love his Appa.”

Jimin grinned, purring and chuffing as he propped himself up and kissed you again. “You’ll be a better mother.”

“We’ll be the best together.” You compromised, cuddling up to him. “Like we should.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Our cub is going to be amazing.”

“Mmm, you only want one?”

His purring got louder and his arms wrapped more tightly around you. “Or three.”

You laughed. “As long as I can count them on one hand.”

He nuzzled up to you, rubbing your belly. “Agreed.”