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To say Kim Seokjin was in a bad mood, was the understatement of the year.
After the whole bar fiasco, a multitude of calls, promising favors, and having to give a few on the house drinks, he finally made it to his home with your still unconscious body in his arms. He was the CEO and owner of a famous restaurant/bar chain, so having this huge building custom built from him and his friends was easy to acquire.
The large complex he lived at was lavish with multiple floors, named the Bangtan Complex. It was built by all seven of them via pooling in their money together.
All of them were products of their wealthy families, inheriting large sums at a fairly early age. Having always been closely knit friends as long as they could remember it only made sense to live together and work with similar goals.
That goal was to help hybrids in every way they could. But right now, Jin wanted to get rid of this bothersome hybrid. At least she hardly weighed anything at all...
His long legs carried your weight out of the parking garage and onto the fourth floor of the building. This floor was for his and the other six’s lounging pleasure, the floor was decorated with various posters, bookshelves, chairs, couches, and a multitude of TV’s
He deposited your still sleeping floor on the large (and expensive) sectional couch. His long legs took him to the nearby kitchen as he pulled out his phone.
Kim Namjoon couldn’t fight the yawn that escaped his lips as he walked towards his Mercedes Benz parked in the garage connected to one of many hybrid clinics he owned and managed. His shift was supposed to end nearly two hours ago, but this past week had been especially hectic for him and his staff. The flu ravaged his staff this year, causing himself and many others to work into overtime. Luckily he was spared the flu, but it still cost him hours of valuable sleep.
Namjoon was renowned for graduating at a young age and acquiring his degree in hybrid health, medicine and physiology. He always knew what direction his life was going, even as a child he wanted to help hybrids. He was one to never believe in the race separation and differences the world saw in hybrids. Kim Namjoon wanted to help and so he used his knowledge to do just that. His parents supported him wholly in his endeavors, providing him with the money and resources to start his own clinic. After years of hard work and dedication, Helping Hybrids, became a large multi-clinic company that spanned cities. To say he was proud of his work was an understatement, but some days, even he needed a break from the chaos...
The silver haired man loosened his modest navy tie as he unlocked the car and climbed in the driver side. He groaned and rubbed the back of his neck. He could feel an oncoming cramp from being hunched over his desk for so many hours. No sooner did he buckle his seat belt did the familiar, and at this point annoying ringtone being echoing from his pocket. Namjoon was quick to answer the offending device, not bothering to check the caller ID.
“This is Dr. Kim,” his tone laced with many years of practiced professionalism.
“Get home, now! I think she’s shedding on the couch, you know, the good one we all like. This is such a pain.” Jin groaned.
“Woah, slow down Jin. Who are you talking about?”
“Y/N!”
Namjoon nearly rolled his eyes and sighed heavily. “Jin, it’s been a long day, I’m on my way home, it’s not like you to bring home stray animals.”
“I-it, er-She’s a hybrid Namjoon! Why would I call you about a stray cat or dog?!” The older man squaked in exasperation.
A beat of tense silence passed.
“Is she injured in anyway?” Namjoon continued on, cutting off any complaints the other male may have had.
“Well, yeah bruising, and she fainted at my bar, that’s how I found her.”
“Leave her be, I’m on my way,” the revving car engine was the last thing Jin heard before Namjoon ended the call.
The doctor cursed as he quickly sent a text in the group chat.
Meeting cancelled, emergency, will detail later. ~RM
“Joonie-ah, what’s so important that you had to cancel our meeting? You know it’s hard for all of us to get our schedules to align.” Jimin reprimanded his older friend and colleague.
The blond haired vet technician stood by the entrance of their shared complex with Jung Hoseok. The aforementioned red head was on the phone with his most recent client and spoke smoothly in English.
“Sorry hyung, Jin called with an emergency, he has a hybrid with him and she’s not well.”
Both paused and gaped at the older man as though he grew a third head. That was unexpected news to say the least. In the years they all lived together, they’ve never had a hybrid live with them. All the men donated to respected hybrid charities and hired many hybrids in their individual businesses. Something about owning a hybrid like the majority of the world seemed wrong to the businessmen.
“A hybrid ? Your jokes suck, so you must be serious.” Hoseok also known as Hobi, hastily put his phone away as Jimin unlocked the door.
“What kind of hybrid is she? Is she hurt?” Park Jimin was quick to morph into his work persona, he, like Namjoon, were dedicated to helping all hybrids in need, no matter what the circumstance.
The trio of attractive men stepped inside while Namjoon filled the others in about their unexpected guest.
“It’s about time you showed up! She hasn’t moved an inch and I can’t tell if she’s breathing, is that a normal hybrid thing?!” Jin’s exasperated voice echoed. His earlier frustration had ebbed away, and was replaced by concern after actually getting a good look at you. The bruises were bad, and he didn’t like how gaunt your face and neck appeared to be. The last thing he wanted was someone dying in their hands!
“I doubt she'll die, Jinnie-ah, the rescue squad is here.” Hoseok commented, hoping to lighten the tense atmosphere.
Namjoon and Jimin were quick to act, they walked to where you were and quickly took vitals, halting any intrusive thoughts the eldest had.
“She’s cute! A snow leopard? Aren’t those rare, hyung?” Jimin resisted the urge to fawn over your fluffy ears and matching tail.
“Extremely. She’s severely malnourished, and almost too small for a hybrid her age.” The doctor was quick to observe. He held your small wrist between his fingers and looked at his expensive Rolex watch, timing your pulse.
“Aw, I wanted to pet the pretty kitty.” Hobi crooned as he leaned over the back of the couch watching his friends work. His expressive eyes raked over your form, his dimples vanished at the worn state you were in. You clothes were baggy and full of holes and tears, and your face was dirty with some cuts and bruising.
“How long has she been unconscious, Jin?” Namjoon’s deep voice shook Hoseok out of his observations. He stepped back and made his was over to Seokjin.
“About two hours now. Will she be okay?” He shook his dark hair out of his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. Worry still evident on his handsome features.
“Jimin and I will be sure she’s in better health.”
Jin swallowed his nerves and nodded. He couldn’t figure out why he felt so much concern over you. He hadn’t see you like this before, having only seen you melding into the high class throngs of people at the parties he had to attend occasionally. He needed a distraction.
“I’ll make her something to eat, I assume she’ll like meat of any kind?” Jin wasn’t called the mother of the group for nothing. He shed his work blazer and made his way to the large, fully stocked kitchen.
“Jin-momma is at it again! Let us know how the kitty is when she wakes up.” The red head tailed the other man as he left.
“When will the others be back?” Jimin asked the older veterinarian. Namjoon knew that it was probably for the best the the other three men weren’t present, hybrids were extra sensitive to scents and already have four men here was going to be overwhelming for her when she would come to.
“Within an hour or so, her pulse is good, lungs sound healthy.” The blond nodded and tenderly moved the sleeves of her large sweater up her arms. A shocked gasp left his lips.
“Namjoon… She’s-”
Jimin swallowed thickly, at the large, dark bruise on your left forearm. The bruise held deep shades of purple and red and vaguely resembled a large handprint, shadows of individual fingers evident.
Jimin’s eyes met Namjoon’s the older man's lips were pursed together in a deep frown.
“I knew these bruises were far from accidental. I… I'm confident now, that whoever her owner is abused her.” That disgusting word left a bitter taste in his mouth.
“Namjoon, a-abuse?! Why would anyone hurt a hybrid! People adopt them to better both of their lives! I-I just can’t imagine what kind of sick person w-would-” Jimin’s normally soft voice became frantic with a mixture of anger and fear, not realizing he dropped the older man's honorific. He jumped at the sudden feeling of a strong, firm hand on his shoulder.
“Jimin, she’s here with us, we’ll help her.” Namjoon’s eyes held confidence and reassurance.
The vet assistant nodded and firmly squeezed the older man's hand, releasing a breath he hadn't realized was stuck in his throat.
“Yes. We'll do everything we can.” Both of them resumed their work, feeling more invigorated with the need to help you.