BTS Oneshots|BoyxBoy

Tough Love

JUNGKOOKxBTS

So this is a rewrite of my 3 part Bunny Boy oneshot. It's basically a completely different story but I've wanted to rewrite that oneshot to be less dark for awhile now 😂 Anyway this story took fucking forever to write and it's actually pretty shitty but I still hope you guys enjoy it!

*warnings, dubious consent and emotional/mental manipulation*

Jungkook shifted in his seat, trying desperately to adjust his fluffy tail. The interview was going on longer than usual, painfully long, leaving the furry appendage trapped between the seat and his bottom.

"Jungkook."

Jungkook's brown, bunny ears twitched and his head jerked towards Namjoon, who had apparently called out his name. Namjoon's eyes narrowed before he gestured to the MC, who appeared to be waiting for an answer to a question. A smirk formed on the MC's lips and Jungkook sunk in the uncomfortable stool, trapping his tail even more. The weight of embarrassment making him want to curl up and hide somewhere dark and quiet.

"I'm very sorry sir but I didn't catch your question," he apologized.

The MC nodded, a smile replacing his smirk, and brought the microphone back to his mouth. "I asked if it's difficult to be the only hybrid in BTS?"

Jungkook tried to conceal the frown that tugged at his lips and the disappointment in his eyes but they were clearly visible. At every interview, without fail, the same questions were asked. Forcing him to repeat the same answers. With the repetitive nature of it all, he couldn't help but wonder if being a hybrid was the only reason people had an interest in him or even BTS. Was his anatomy the only trait that the public found enticing? Not the many talents he strived to achieve or his personality he worked so hard to improve on? He wondered at times like these if he was simply a show dog, put on display by the company for publicity and fame.

"Um yes it's hard sometimes...but ARMYs and my hyungs help me to keep a positive outlook on it."

The MC hummed, his eyebrows raised, and his lips pulled into a tight grin. "How do your hyungs help you specifically? Do they help you with your Heats or are you on suppressants?"

Blood rushed to Jungkook's face, burning his body from the inside out. Nobody had ever asked such a personal question on an interview. Nobody had ever been so bold, so perverted, and it left him speechless. Gaping like a fish out of water as he struggle to think of an appropriate response for such a horrid question.

"Actually, we'd appreciate it if you could keep Jungkook's personal life out of the interview," Jimin cut in, his tone sharp and unmoving.

The MC laughed and crossed his legs. "But it's such a simple question that Jungkook could easily answer."

Jungkook opened his mouth to attempt a baffled response but stopped when Jimin's hand slid onto his thigh, dull nails digging into his jeans.

"But it's really not, it's an extremely personal question that we'd rather not answer," Yoongi firmly stated.

The MC's taunting eyes shifted back to Jungkook and the hybrid couldn't help but drop his head. It was as if he was naked, put on display for the MC to judge and give a final score. Ten points if the hybrid talks about his sex habits.