You were forced to let your kit— Yoongi, sleep beside you in the night, you thought it was wrong, you were against it, but for some reason as you woke up and felt the warmth of his body on your own, the negative energy dissipated, why did you feel so happy so suddenly? Because he was sleeping, hands wrapped around you and practically sleeping on top of you?

Yes.

He seemed so innocent, as you threaded your fingers through his naturally black hair, and you could effortlessly feel the warmth radiating off his skin as he slept on you, he wasn't as heavy as you had thought him to be.

And only minutes after the purrs and moans started to come from him, while he slept, the alarm clock suddenly and not so fortunately started blaring through the room.

"Why the fuck is that thing screaming?" A gruff, oh so husky voice had growled from beside you in the cushioning of the bed.

His head lolled upwards, and you could see the angry, slightly confused, secretly petrified eyes that looked towards yours.

He was barefaced, bare chested, nearly, mostly, almost, totally, naked. Pale skin glistening from the flashing red light coming from your clock, through the pitch dark of your room.

Good morning Satan, I have sinned.

"It's an alarm clock Yoongi."

"Stop it, it's hurting my ears. Why is it loud? Why did it wake me up? Why is it flashing numbers? If it a bomb? Is it threatening you?"

Oh wow, you had to facepalm.

"Calm down." You sighed, sitting up as Yoongi followed foot, glaring towards your alarm clock as it continued to scream and holler with a siren.

"It's loud because it's job is to wake me up. It's flashing numbers because it's trying to tell me the time. It isn't a bomb, and no, it will definitely not hurt or threaten me unless I have a hangover."

Yoongi frowned. "Turn it off, my ears are sensitive to a clock."

You sighed, he probably needed to work on his sentencing, and maybe read on what certain furnitures and accessories were.

You turned to clock off, softly pushing the kitten— Man's body off your own, removing the blankets and walking towards the bathroom.

"H-hey, it's still flashing."

"And I still need clothes."

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After locking the door, having a shower and getting changed. You left your bedroom and tiredly walked into the kitchen. You had no care on what Yoongi was doing, although you were hoping he wasn't looking through your closet.

It then struck you that you definitely needed clothes for you kitten, or he'd be roaming around your apartment naked, and sooner or later, your neighbour will walk and and think—

"I always knew she was kinky."

"Yoongi!" You had only got a groan from the couch as a reply. So I immediately continued, before the male would fall asleep. "I'm going next door, to get you some clothes, I'll be back soon okay?"

No reply.

You left with a scowl, why were you always so cranky when people ignored you? Maybe because you've been ignored for nearly the entirety of your life. 

You only sighed, you hated it when people didn't care.

Knocking on your neighbours door, twice, only twice, because you've learnt that one of two of your neighbours only opens the door to two knocks, strangely not one, or three, it has to be two.

It only took a few seconds for the door to swing open and give yourself a good view of the man in front of you.

"Hey Noona!"

He had a wide smile on his face, eyes twinkling in affection, arms wide and open, to say "yes! Hug me! Hug me!"

You definitely complied to his wishes, squashing your smaller body for him to wrap his much bigger arms around your body.

"How are you? What do you need?!"

"I'm good Taehyung. I'm here to speak with you and Jungkook about something."

"Oh, good!" Taehyung has let go of you, safely giving you the air you needed as he yelled into the apartment. "JUNGKOOK! JEON JUNGKOOKIE, KOOKIE, JEON!"

"WHAT?" A scream came from the lounge room, the words were filled with pure frustration, and you knew Jungkook was playing overwatch on the couch, and didn't want to be disturbed.

"Don't what me child, Tao Noona's here."

Taehyung has rolled his eyes when the o to sound after his words was the sound of bullets being shot from the controllers.

He sat you down on the kitchen counter, and without even a request, got a black coffee ready for you, and because t was winter, Taehyung only made himself a hot chocolate.

"What do you need?" He smiled over his shoulder towards you as you rested your chin on your hand.

"Clothes, for... a friend...who's staying for a while." It seemed as if you were stuck on what lie to tell, you couldn't really tell him the truth so openly could you?

"For your hybrid?"

"Wh-" you choked on the coffe which had only been given to you a few seconds ago, the boil of milk and black bean burning your throat. "Y-" you continue to choke and mentally scream for air. "You know about that? H-how?!"

"You told me you got your kitten from Namjoon's store. You didn't need to tell me, really... I already knew. His stores for Witchers and magicians."

"I'm not sure about magicians, Hyung, but Witchers, probably." A throaty voice argued as the person patterned their feet to sit beside you on the kitchen counter.

Jungkook rolled his eyes at his roommate.

"Why not? Magicians have birds."

"But not hybrids, there's no tricks that turn humans into peacocks is there?"

You rolled your eyes. "Can I get some clothes from you two?" They continued to bicker between each other. "Can you at least stop bickering?!"

"I'll get you some clothes. What size is he?" Taehyung asked, passing his freshly brewed hot chocolate over to Jungkook to finish off.

"Um... he's pretty timid, I wouldn't actually know. He could probably fit into some of my clothes even...."

An image of Yoongi in one of your skirts popped up into your mind.

"Why don't I go look him over?" Taehyung jumped, moving to the door, but you immediately blocked the boy from getting to your Kit.

"He has no clothes, he'll be fine with whatever you got, I can't keep letting him walk around naked."

Taehyung pouted, But followed your orders, getting the hybrid some clothes.

Jungkook has only just stared at you from afar. "You just let him walk around naked?" He asked, scrunching his nose in distaste.

"Noooo." You drag exhaustedly. "He has a towel on at the moment, I hope."

Only a few minutes of talking to Jungkook about your kitten. Taehyung came back with a giant bag of clothing. A lot of black, seemed like Tae knew Yoongi's taste.

"Thank you boys!" You smiled, enveloping the two into a deep hug. Before you left to finally give your new roommate some clothes.

"I'm back." You sighed, hauling the bag with two hands, through the door and into your now shared room.

You tiredly placed the bag beside your bed, and stripped your sweater off your body, it was winter, but somehow the room was pretty hot, Yoongi probably just put the heater on.

"Why do you smell like that?"

The deep and throaty chill of a voice came from your kit at the door to your bedroom, his bare body lent against the frame, and lucky, there was still a towel loosely wrapped around his waist.

"Smell like what?" You confusingly questioned.

"Smell like someone else."

You widened your eyes at the male, his teeth had bared, showing little canines beside his two big front teeth. His lips turned upwards as a growl left his lips, and he sourly sniffed towards you.

"You smell like a male."

"Of course I do. How do you think you got these clothes?" You sighed, before lifting a pair of jocks, tracksuit pants, and a simple  black tee, and throwing this at him. "Get changed."

You rolled your eyes, before forcing your way through the males tense hold against the door, he seemed angry, really anger, but you couldn't seem to place the Why.

"Whatever."

A growl was the only thing you heard before turning another corner and slumping yourself on the warm love seat.