Mission Mate with Y/N
Stage 3
I'm not a baby, Kang Y/N. I guess you're going to find out the hard way.

Y/N's POV
"Wow," says a blunt voice, screaming through your sleep-muddled mind. "That's one hunk of good-looking man you've got there, dear."

Hmm?

Whining in complaint for being drawn out of your comfy, warm nest of sleepiness, you crack your eyes open to behold a pink-sequined monster standing still in your doorway.

"Grandma?" you murmur, rubbing lazily at one of your eyes. "What are you doing here?"

You start to crawl out of your blanket-filled bed, but a large hand on your hip reels you back in, and a masculine chest presses up to your back.

"Quit it," you murmur absently, slapping at Jungkook's hand that's slowly sneaking around your lower stomach.

He grumbles unconsciously, ignoring your hit and snuggling into your back, making sure to keep your legs tangled together as he nuzzles into your shoulder with a soft, content sigh.

"What's his name?" asks your grandma.

"Huh?" your sleep-asked brain isn't processing things correctly, and you rotate your vision back and forth between your grandmother standing in the doorway and Jungkook spooning you.

Wait a second...

"Grandma?!" you mumble in horror, all too painfully aware of Jungkook's wandering hand now dancing over the side of your upper thigh.

Teasingly, your Grandmother waves her wrinkled fingers in a minuscule wave, eyes hungrily devouring the sight of Jungkook's T-shirt-covered chest and shoulders and lingering on the curves of his face.

Your brain finally connects the lines.

Your grandmother is here.

Human Jungkook is here.

You're here.

You're in the bed, and Jungkook is with you.

Grandma is standing in the doorway.

You're in very skimpy pajamas. You and Jungkook are smushed together like a pair of sardines.

And Grandma can see everything.

"W-Wait, it isn't what it looks like!" You stutter, forcefully shoving out of your rabbit's arms as your grandmother's laughter tinkles like bells in your ears. Desperately, you wave your arms around like a beheaded chicken in a sad attempt to negate the situation you've found yourself in. "It isn't- this isn't-"

"Noona," Jungkook groans. "Shhh, Noona."

He's still asleep, but your grandmother's hands flutter with indescribable excitement.

"A younger man," she exclaims. "I never would've thought, Y/N, but you picked a looker." She clasps her hands together, eyes clouding over with a cloudy look. "It's finally happening."

"Grandma-" you start, "This really isn't what you think it is. We just..."

Jungkook sniffs behind you, and you feel his parted lips rest on your bare shoulder. With a quick glance, you confirm that his eyes are still closed and he's still half asleep.

"Oh!" Grandma squeaks happily. "I'll leave you two alone! Take your time!" She pauses for a second and lets her eyes slide smugly over the man behind you. "That's the kind of man you take your time with."

"Grandma!" you shriek in humiliation as the old woman paces back to your bedroom door.

"And don't worry, love," your grandmother adds on, slipping out of the room with a wink. "Just come visit me later. I want to hear all about it."

Oh holy mother of all things good...

The door clicks closed on your exasperated face, leaving you alone with the heavy lump of sleepy rabbit wrapped around you like a pretzel.

You can't believe that your grandmother just walked in on you and Jungkook sleeping together. Even if all you were doing was sleeping, you still can't believe it.

You finally slip out of Jungkook's arms and peek into the living room, relieved that your grandmother really did leave. She must've used her spare key to get in.

Sighing, you stretch and go back to your room, changing into a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. It's still fairly early in the morning. You have class in a couple of hours, and the sun rising outside is painting the dawn a beautiful pinkish-orange.

There's one great place to watch the sunrise.

Glancing back at Jungkook, who's still passed out, you consider waking him up and taking him with you. However, as you watch him roll over and splay our in your bed, his mouth hanging open in deep slumber, your decision is to leave him to sleep.

You leave your apartment alone, nothing but your key and a light jacket clutched in your hands, and head up the stairs.

The rooftop of your apartment building is usually deserted, a flat concrete square that has almost no use other than shielding the top floor from rain, and providing a space for its tenant to watch the golden glory of the sun rising up from the earth in the mornings.

However, this morning, it already has a guest.

Jimin's orange hair gleams in the early morning, a perfect split match to the clouds sitting low in the sky. Your friend is sitting on a concrete block towards the edge of the roof, staring up at the sky and allowing the gentle radiance to caress the sharp line of his jaw.

He looks up as you approach.

Jimin's dark eyes hold a quiet aura that's fairly unusual for the cheerful man, one that speaks of somber, deep thoughts. It's a perfect match for the contemplative ambiance of the sun-lit rooftop.

"Y/N," he greets as you take a seat on the concrete beside him.

"Hey," you greet back in a soft voice. For a moment, you sit there together in silent harmony, breathing quietly in the air.

Since your pets turned into people, you suppose that you and Jimin haven't gotten many moments to simply sit and breathe, and take in the world.

It's nice.

"I've been thinking for a while," says Jimin, breaking the silence. "Do you want the boys turned back into animals?"

Your heart clinches at the though.

You answer honestly, "I don't know anymore."

An exhale slides from Jimin's pretty, full lips, and he leans back to let the sun's rays sink into his skin.

"At first," he murmurs, "-I thought I did. Because that's what they were born as, and that's what they should die as. They changed species. That isn't okay."

You nod your head, in silent agreement of your original mindset, but aware that yours has changed. You don't feel like that anymore.

"I don't feel like that anymore," Jimin says. He looks at you with conflicted eyes. "They've become very important to me. I don't know if I want them to leave again, and go back to where I can't talk to them. Where I can't listen to them."

You know what he means. Jimin's only putting into words everything that you've mulled over in the past couple of weeks.

When Namjoon comes back, what will you do?

"I was so lonely." Jimin's sweet, delicate voice is painfully soft now. When you turn to see his face, you're shocked to find wells of tears lingering at the edges of his kind eyes, threatening to spill over. "You're a great friend, Y/N, but you're the only real one I had. A lot of people at school want to be friends, but it's because I'm a good dancer, or they think I'm handsome. None of them want to know me."

You remember thinking vaguely, just after the time that you first met, that Jimin didn't really seem like he knew how to act around a close friend. Your remember him barging into your house to see Jungkook.

"They're like my family. They're my best friends. My brothers." Jimin looks at you with teary eyes. "I don't want them to go back, but don't they need to?"

"I...I don't know," you whisper.

The two of you fall into a deep silence, thinking hard. Eventually, when the sun had risen full and bright, you sigh and get up.

"I have to get ready. Class is in a couple of hours," you say to your orange-haired friend who's still trapped in his thoughts.

Jimin murmurs an absent goodbye to yours you leave, trotting down the stairs and back into your room.

Jungkook's sitting up in bed when you enter your room.

"Morning, Noona," he yawns, rubbing his eyes. His brown hair is sticking up in random places, like a dark bush glued to his skull.

"Mm," you reply. Your brain is still whirring about the controversy Jimin brought up.

Jungkook can see the wheels turning in your head, the deep thoughts drifting through your eyes, and he catches your wrist as you shuffle by. His earnest doe eyes stare up into yours, a stark contrast to the heavy heat of last night.

"Are you alright?" Jungkook asks, looking so innocent and child-like that you can't help but pat him on the head.

"I'm fine, sweetie," you sigh. "Just thinking. It's kind of...adult stuff." You don't know another way to explain it.

"Adult..." Jungkook mumbles behind you, his voice following you into the bathroom. You go in and shut the door, leaving it cracked to let out the steam.

Shedding your clothes, you step into the small walk-in shower and drape your towel over the murky glass door before turning the water on.

Hot liquid instantly rushes over you, washing away all the tenseness from your shoulders and the fatigue from your body.

Unfortunately, it can't expel the worry in your brain.

You're left alone in the warm box of steam to let the thoughts and fears drift over you, overcoming every other thought in your mind.

What are you going to do?

You're so caught up in your own head that you don't notice the bathroom door creak open, nor do you see the dark figure move into the room.

Until you hear the soft thump of cloth hit the floor.

Starting, you crack open the clouded glass door of the shower and stick your head out.

"Jungkook?!" you ask in shock. "What are you doing?!"

Your rabbit is leaning casually against the bathroom counter, his shirt a pale pile on the floor. Arms crossed over his bare chest, Jungkook stares your damp head down with dark, sparking eyes.

"I guess it didn't come across clearly, Y/N," he says. "I thought you understood after last night."

His mention of the events of the night before send your cheeks into uninvited flames.

"What are you taking about?" you squeak. What were you supposed to understand? Why is he acting like this again?

You haven't even provoked him!

But, as Jungkook speaks again, you instantly understand that you did provoke him.

Unintentionally, without realizing it.

Because, as he darkly rumbles, "I'll show you just how much of an adult I am," and rests his hands threateningly on the waist of his sweatpants, you recall your words from just minutes ago.

It's kind of...adult stuff.

"I'm not a kid," Jungkook says.

He pushes his pants to the floor, and you almost burst into a nosebleed as he stands in front of you in nothing but a pair of Calvin Klein briefs.

Heck are you in trouble now.

[A/N]
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I'm sorry it's been so long, my dear Lilpockets (btw I think that's super cute if y'all want to use it 😍😍 but you don't have to lol)
My dad came to see me so I was really busy this past week. I missed you guys 😭😭 and I'm not dead. No fanart today because I'm publishing this as fast as I can.