He had been correct about Yoongi being a valuable hybrid with almost flawless breeding. The perfectly formed cat ears and tail, the hairless and naturally thin body. He ticked all the boxes of a rich man’s fantasy cat boy. “What did they do with you?” Hoseok asks though he has a million more questions flashing through his mind. “They gave me to a regular family, people who raised me as if I were fully human. They treated me just like my older brother, their real son. They already homeschooled him and when I became part of the family I started to learn about the world.” The hybrid doesn’t seem to be sad about this, he smiles as if reminiscing about his family and Hoseok's confused. “Then?” Hoseok starts. "Then why did you find me all alone, homeless in an alleyway?” Yoongi says. Filling in what Hoseok had been thinking. “No, they are not dead if that is what you are imagining.” Hoseok would be a liar if he said that wasn’t one of his main thoughts. “I was taught by my family that I should want to be my own person, that I should want to grow up and be as human as possible. I should start a family, work, and live the great dream that supposedly everyone strives for.” The hybrid’s voice changes then, a bitter added note to it. “But, no matter how much they told me I could do just that, society told me I could not.' 'My father tried to get starter jobs for me, but no one would allow me to be hired.' 'Not only was I not human, but on paper I officially don’t exist even as a pet.” “You don’t sound like you want that kind of life. Do you?” Hoseok can tell from the way the hybrid phrased it that the great white picket fence, day job, two kids, and a wife dream don’t appeal to him, and from everything he has learned about Yoongi he doesn’t think it would work out if he tried. Hoseok also never completely understood that dream, he himself knew in his heart that the thought of a family taking away from his time to help patients seemed wrong in his mind. He also wasn’t sure that he wouldn’t turn out like his father toward his own children. “No, I don’t want that. They wanted me to be one of the hybrids that showed the world how smart and capable we are, but that's not what I wanted.' 'I do want to be my own person, I want to own things and maybe even work.” He chews his lip nervously. “But I like the idea of being with someone who sees and respects me as a person most of the time, but also — sees me as a pet sometimes.” He turns away, breaking eye contact looking ashamed to have admitted that he wants to be a bit of what he was designed for. Before Hoseok can say anything he’s already talking again almost using words to run away and hoping that by talking more maybe Hoseok won’t talk at all. “I was told my whole life not to give into the hybrid stereotypes of being submissive, wanting to please others to enjoy the company of my owner and do everything they tell me.'I was supposed to be independent.” Yoongi’s voice is louder now and is getting a slightly hysteric tone to it like he wants to cry or have a panic attack. “But I like being washed and — and groomed and petted and fed.' 'I don’t know if it's just in my nature or — or — or my DNA, but it's what I want.' 'My family would have been ashamed of me, so I ran away.' 'They had high hopes for me and I let them down." Yoongi starts fighting the hold Hoseok has on him, pushing against his chest, his face becoming stricken now that he’s out of things to say. His instincts pushing him to run. “No Yoongi, they let you down,” Hoseok states, holding onto the struggling hybrid, his friend, the person who has been changing everything for the better for him. “They saw you as something they could use to try to change others, but they didn't consider your feelings.” Yoongi still tries to get away, pushing rougher, kicking his legs out. He looks into Hoseok’s eyes searching them for who knows what, answers, deception. “They didn't ask you to be a tool for them, they just tried to sharpen you into a weapon without you realizing it and that's not who you are,” Hoseok says with confidence and complete certainty. Yoongi freezes and Hoseok thinks back to the first time he met the hybrid, when they had talked like this in the dark alleyway. Silence as they breathe together, Hoseok once again feels Yoongi’s heart beating wildly against his chest. “You are the most unique person I have ever met.” Hoseok finally says and loosens his grip when he feels Yoongi stop fighting against him. “I think you need to be who you are and never compromise that to others because others will certainly not change for you.' 'Find those who will let you be who you are and never let them go.” The hybrid stays silent, but calms enough to lay down, head resting on Hoseok’s broad chest. He gives the hybrid a squeeze and brings one hand up to once again pet through his hair and scratch his ears. They stay lying together like this and Hoseok attempts to understand the situation better, his brain working overtime.