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Hybrids weren’t even as uncommon as one would think, they were everywhere in the city, centralized to one district in specific. Much like the government does with any minority society ‘disapproves’ of. It was a way to relatively control the sub-species; passing laws that prevent them from being utterly independent, like needing to live with at least a human and wearing a collar. Sure, they were also part human so the laws couldn’t treat them completely like animals, and yeah, there was special police that aid hybrids from human violence but that was just for show. If you throw away the rich politicians, the court ruling, the bills, and the much uncomfortable handshakes between hybrid and human, you have the Black Market. A place no hybrid wants to end up in. Apparently, those same rich politicians that agreed to ‘protect’ the limited rights of hybrids go on their way to bid on illegal auctions just to get off of a hybrid girl with big boobs and a fluffy tail.
Jimin was nothing more than a rookie cop in a governless city. Well, not governless, obviously there was a working government system but there might as well be none and it would be the same thing. What set him aside was that he was still pure, mainly because he was still new to the city. So he had to learn fast, know the rules, the neighborhood, the people only to be incredibly disappointed by what he found.
“That’s just how shit works around here, Park. Just do what you are told and you will not end up killed.” That’s what Detective Min told him 'Just do what you are told and you will not end up killed’, unluckily for his partner, Jimin was not much of a listener.
Not everyone was uncaring or corrupt, some share the same ideas of Jimin, for example, Jung Hoseok. He was a police officer, a couple of years older than Jimin and had two K-9’s, one was Namjoon, who one might say is a wolf, his tall black ears and straight tail always standing out from the rest of himself. He was always by Hoseok’s side, calm even when the other officers throw comments on how ridiculous the hybrid looks on police clothes. Jimin admired the pup for that, he knows if he were in his shoes he would have bitten half the officers in the department (end then be put down because of it). His other dog was a yellow lab name Taehyung who sadly didn’t make the cut as a police dog. Hoseok told him how the department was just going to toss him away but Hoseok took him before that happened. Jimin has never seen him personally but Hoseok says that Tae follows commands well but sometimes he just does as he pleases and is far too social with strangers.
Most of the officers didn’t have hybrids, most claiming they already have enough to deal with the ones out on the streets, and, as Jimin’s quotes, “this department already has a mascot, Hoseok’s weird looking mutt”. No one was a fan. Jimin really didn’t care as long as they were treated like people. He came from a town were hybrids were one in a thousand and didn’t really had one as a 'companion’ while growing up. So, unlike the ignorance of his peers, Jimin was just clueless.
That is until a call comes on. Is graveyard shift, only Jimin and Yoongi were in office to answer an armed robbery in Lucky Cat district, infamously, Mutt City. If it were any other officer they would have hung up but it had to be Jimin answering the phone.
Yoongi pulls up to see what was supposed to be an armed robbery turned into a shootout of humans against hybrids. Yoongi was calling for back up while Jimin had to shoot whoever was shooting at him which unsurprisingly was a mix of hybrid and humans. Fighting for a common cause.
The situation only seemed to escalate and the two officers only needing to survive for fifteen minutes until help arrives, but those fifteen minutes felt like ten hours. Jimin was running low on ammunition. Shielding himself against the car while Yoongi is now shooting.
“Fucking bastards, if everyone would just mind their damn business-” A bullet grazes Yoongi on the shoulder, making him hide as more profanities are spilled from his mouth. Thankfully the wound is not deep but is enough to slow down Yoongi. “Where is the fucking back up!”
As if they heard Yoongi, a row of police sirens resonating all through the street. Red and blue lights lit up the dark corner in front of the Vixen’s Club and by this point, people started to flee. Hoseok and Namjoon lead the others as they came out. Namjoon is shifting to his hind legs and black coat as he bites someone to the ground, effortlessly dragging them through the pavement. The shine in Hoseok is gone, skillfully shooting at the enemy on their hands or legs. He is not a killer but he damn looks like one.
That was really the first time Jimin has seen Hoseok use his gun or Namjoon morphing to his animal form. A black German Shepherd mix, but Jimin might as well think Namjoon is a wolfdog. Illegal, but he wasn’t going to ask about that now.
“What happened— somebody calls a fucking ambulance, we got a man down,” Hoseok is yelling now, his voice ringing loudly above the sounds of guns firing and screams. “We need to get you out of here—Jimin, Namjoon, cover us.” Namjoon wasn’t told twice when he was pushing people down with his heavy paws to make way for Hoseok and Yoongi. Jimin, however, was distracted. One moment he is shooting to whoever is shooting him first and the next moment he sees from the corner of his eye a bloodied figure being taken away from the main street to an alley. He pauses, asses the situation and within that same second Jimin is sprinting to the alley, forgetting about his previous command.
Jimin didn’t know what to expect nor did he had time to think when a man was standing over another person, gun drawn and Jimin making his presence known the gun was pointing at him.
Bang.
Instant reflex. Jimin pulled the trigger the moment he made eye contact with the barrel of the enemy’s gun. His bullet piercing the man’s chest, killing him on impact. It was his first-ever kill, but then again, he didn’t have time to think when a strained groaned called out to him.
Instinctively, he came closer to the girl, top ears twitching in a warning and a choked growl is heard. Jimin winced at the wound on her shoulder, treatable, thankfully, if treated promptly.
“I request back up in Sa-dong street, Lucky Cat. One of the shooters shot a—” Jimin was startled when a hand grabbed his command shut it off. The hand was shaking, still weak but resilient. He turned to see it was the hybrid grabbing onto him, her eyes half-lidded and parted lips barely making a sound.
“Don’t… n-no… no,” her voice was just a little over a whimper, trembling trying to make her words. Her breaths became more labored and her body started to shake, even more, Jimin now mildly panicking for her health.
“Miss, I’m are just trying to help you, if I don’t call anyone soon you might die,” Jimin explained as calmly as he can muster. The girl only shakes her head wincing at the pain on her shoulder once again.
“No! D-don’t— don’t take.. me,” she cried again softer, her lips quiver and something stirs inside Jimin that made him compelled to her pleas.
A bloodied hoodie and shorts were all that covered the body of the hybrid. Wet and cold and Jimin noticed fresh bruises on her hands, wrists to ankles, and bare feet. When he tried to move the hybrid’s arm, she cried and Jimin notices the arm was completely harmed.
“Hey, let me carry you okay. It’ll hurt a little but the sooner the better, yeah.” The hybrid says nothing, for a moment wavering the options and seeing none. It was either him or the cold.
She chooses him.
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Jimin comes barging into his house with the hybrid in his arms, growing weaker by the minute and losing more blood. A ten-minute drive turned to five as Jimin began to speed to his house, honking at cars to move out of the way as a half-conscious hybrid lay on his backseat.
The condition was worse than he imagined. Jimin noticed as he was carrying the girl to his car, he felt wet and warm on his back and shoulders. Jimin thought it was her wet clothes until it damned him while walking seeing a trail of blood, pooling where they stood.
Amid all the panic, Jimin called Seokjin. Jin works in the forensics department but a thorough knowledge of medicine, more importantly helping the hybrid live.
“Jimin what happened?” Jin asked, entering the house and coming closer to the girl passed out on the couch, blood everywhere. “Who is this?”
“A hybrid! Please, hyung, help me heal her! She’s losing blood, too much!” Jimin cried. His arms never seemed to be away from her. He watches with a worried expression,
“Jimin, get the supplies ready, also I’m gonna need a bucket of water and towels,” Jin snaps the order and Jimin leaves to do his task.
Seokjin begins by cutting the sleeves of her hoodie to reveal an array of purple, yellow, and blue bruises on her arms reaching her shoulder. Some were recent while others looked weeks old. Going to her legs Seokjin notices one big purple and a visible bump on her calf. Her bone most likely fractured. The bleeding came from her stomach, a large gash wound, cutting deep into the muscle tissue and causing the blood loss.
Jimin is gone to get the first aid kit from the bathroom and when he comes back she was already delirious from blood loss. Jin is trying to keep her awake, doing what he can to stop the wound but the towel just seems to accumulate as they soak up the blood.
“This is going to hurt a lot so please bear with me,” Seokjin warns her places a heated knife on the wound only to be followed by a feral cry, her canine fangs out as she cried. Jimin is holding her hand, nails digging into his wrists. Jin cleans her wound and started to proceed with wrapping the gash. By now, the hybrid was too weak to cry or even move much for the matter, he grip loosens and falls back next to her. Her breath is even but faint.
There is not much trouble for another hour. Jin tends most of her wounds and bruises but there is only so much he can do before he stops. “That’s it… she’s unconscious now, made sure to give her enough sedatives to numb her.” Seokjin sighs as he gets up from his knees and turns to Jimin.
“Who is she?”
“I… well, I don’t know,” Jimin replies but Seokjin is even more confused. “I just found her. I was in a shootout in Lucky Cat and she was dragged and then I— I… my god, hyung, I killed someone.” Dread was finally getting gunning upon him and everything crashes once the adrenaline settles. Yoongi got shot, people were dying and he just killed someone. Seokjin comforts him for a moment, letting Jimin have his deserved moment to freak out before he needs to leave.
“I have to go, are you sure you are going to be okay?” Jimin weakly nods, Seokjin doesn’t believe him but better to trust him. “Call me if something happens. She shouldn’t wake up until tomorrow afternoon. I request you don’t go to work. I don’t think you are in the right mindset to deal with a hectic environment at the moment.” Jimin nods again, more assuredly.
When she woke up the first thing she noticed was that she could breathe. The air was pure without the smell of trash, smoke, and asphalt, instead, it was a scent of spices, a hint of vanilla, and an undertone of soap. The second thing was the soft and plush comforter she was laying in and finally the room. It was big and cozy, noticeably habitable by clothes littered around, one bed she was currently laying on and doors opened.
She hears voices, one voice in specific. Comforting to hear but if frantic, as if arguing over the phone and she could hear it quiver and raise the tone only to angrily end it. The walking unsettles her and she’s immediately in a fight or flight position. The man enters, Jimin, who looks just as surprised to see her awake as she is to see the stranger.
“Oh! Hey–” the girl stands and screams and Jimin immediately starts walking backward and closing the door. “Sorry! Didn’t know you would be awake so soon!” She yowls then she is quiet, Jimin worries but his worry is put on hold as she growls at him and she approaches the door to push it closed. There was no reason to argue when she can’t even speak properly.
“What the fuck, she was fine yesterday.”
~~~
Jimin makes an effort to come back again and knocks this time only to receive no answer on the first try. He tries again and there is a growl coming at the other end. By the third time Jimin is relieved when she is not snapping at him, instead, her attention was on the tray he was holding, going as far to let him come in. Some ramen he cooked up and throwing grilled chicken inside. She licked her lips, her sharp teeth poking out and scratching her lips. It was when her glaring eyes locked with his gentle brown ones that Jimin noticed he should probably give her the food. Hesitantly, he placed the tray on the nightstand and she took to the bed and place it on her lap.
“Where’s your owner?” Jimin asked, his voice fooling him and sounding too nervous for his own liking. The girl didn’t stop, another spoonful and a serving of rice shoved into her mouth to avoid questioning. He was going to ask again only to be prevented by a low warning growl coming from her. Jimin thought it was best to leave her alone for now, knowing he shouldn’t be messing with hungry hybrids.
Going to another room, Jimin dials a close friend of his, Hoseok. He knew he could help him, now keeping it a secret? That’s another story. His phone rang and almost immediately Hoseok answers, his voice in a mild panic.
“Jimin where are you! I didn’t see you and I thought you were long gone,” Hoseok whined on the other line, his voice sobbing a little. Behind the crying of Hoseok, Jimin made out the string or curses from Yoongi.
“Sorry, I had to go home,” —Jimin looks back at his door. It was oddly quiet, he could hear the relieved moans of eating and slurping while the hybrid was eating but now he doesn’t hear it. “Something came up… I call you back.” Jimin was already closing the line with Hoseok demanding an explanation. Putting his phone down and his hand ghosting over her gun, Jimin waited a minute when he heard the door knock. Calming down he went to open the door. In front of him was the hybrid sheepishly holding to the empty bowl, her legs barely hold her.
“More,” she whispered. Jimin scoffs a laugh, seeing she was quite harmless than what he previously thought of a stray.
“I tell you what, you can eat as much as you want as long as you tell me anything I want to know.” She was going to protest when her stomach growled again, a bowl of soup couldn’t satisfy her hunger, Jimin had to get more creative than making simple chicken ramen.
“Come with me.” The hybrid started to follow close behind him as the two made their way to the kitchen. It wasn’t big and luxurious but just enough for one person live at; with an island in the center and counters next to the stove, parallel to it a fridge. Jimin takes the rest of the ramen he made and pours it in her bowl only to place it on the island and for her to dig in. Jimin wondered the last time the hybrid ate. He looked at her, seeing her skin pale and discolored almost sickly, her hands thin and bony, and eyes were sunken with deep, dark bags under her eyes. The fur in her tail and ears were matted and rough and Jimin thought of the last time she was properly groomed.
If the girl noticed him staring she did nothing to show her discomfort as she continued to eat, going as far as to take the bowl and tip it to drink the rest. Her tongue licking her side when some are spilled.
Jimin chuckled when her tail wag more than once and her ears lift up in contentment. Unlike her face, her feral side gave her away. Talking about feral, Jimin wondered her exact breed. She was a big animal, that’s for sure, though, he really didn’t know how to tell hybrids apart. Her tail was long, puffed, and thick just like her rounded ears. Her eyes seemed to shine under the light and he could see the white and black spots under the dried mud on her tail. He couldn’t stop staring at them, they were far to precious look away, even when she catches him staring and her pupils contract to a fierce glare he just smiles.
“So, what’s your name.”
“Yn.”