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Hybrid love - Jimin Oneshot

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Song - Trainwreck by James Arthur.

3000 words

Mention of Abuse...Read-only if you are comfortable with these themes...

Another day at work...Nothing new

She opened the door of her house as she was welcomed with the lonely, dark feeling.

Her friend Namjoon had suggested she get a hybrid, but she had declined his offer. 

She didn't like the idea of "adopting" a hybrid. 

But she thought that she couldn't treat a hybrid with love. She didn't deserve a hybrid. 

So she continued living in loneliness. 

She closed the door as she tossed her handbag on the sofa. 

She got a cup of premade coffee as she sat down on the sofa and looked outside the window. 

"I hate this feeling" She murmured as she rested her head on the sofa and closed her eyes. 

Just as she was going to fall asleep a shuffling noise behind her brought her back from her sleep. 

She slowly got up from the sofa and picked up the cricket bat kept near the TV. 

She peeked into the corridor as a figure ran into her room. 

A sudden shiver ran along her body as she tightly gripped onto the bat. 

"Whoever you are please-come out," She said as a figure walked out of the room. 

It could be anyone a thief, a psycho, a crazy rapist...

She walked towards the figure slowly with her bat right in front of her. 

As the moonlight from her bedroom hit the figure's face, she gasped. 

Two orange ears popped up as she slightly lost grip on her bat. 

Y/n POV

The figure stood without moving as I slowly lowered the bat without knowing. 

"A hybrid," I said as I put a hand over my mouth.

He was beautiful, His orange ears definitely contrasted his Black hair. 

"Hi-i" I mumbled as his ears perked up. He moved back as I stopped where I was. 

"You-r hurt" I murmured as I jumped back to the hall to pull my first aid kit out of my bag. 

He stood still right where he was before as I slowly approached him. 

He flinched as my hands touched his hand. 

I took the courage as I pulled his hand and brought him to the couch. 

His head was bent down as I pulled his hand. 

I started cleaning the long cut on his hand as he didn't even react to the pain. 

Instead, I flinched as I dabbed the antiseptic on his wound. 

"Do you have a place to live?" I ask as he shakes his head.

"I have a room-which is empty-you can stay there--If you want" I said as I gently smiled at him.