KOOK POV:

I watch as Jin hyung continues to silently wilt as he helps the other hyungs clean up, none of his usual light humour as he speaks, no sly tricks as he tries to slide wet hands around my waist and under my shirt, no preening of his black wings when Tae hyung seems to perk up from whatever had been bothering him to eat with gusto, tail swishing happily as he ate.

There was just something wrong.

And that niggling, worrying thought got cemented when he listlessly sat in the corner of the sofa, body drawn in close and eyes lost and lips set into a frown. When he didn't complain as I leapt for his lap with added force and wriggled around intentionally to get comfortable, something which would've gotten me a pinch or hands coming to still me. He just sat there.

And when the night grew darker and everyone's postures became heavy with sleep, scents becoming thicker and heavier as they began to relax and eyes began to flutter, hyung still remained stiff, though his hands come immediately around me to hold me close, it was clear he was the one seeking out physical comfort with the way he looped his head over my shoulder, gently nuzzled his cheek against mine and pressed small kisses to my clothed shoulder. I lean further into him, turning to press a kiss to his cheek, to lean in to whisper against his ear.

"Hyung what's wrong?" I ask softly, aware of the naturally heightened hearing everyone had but knowing it hadn't only been me who'd picked up on his uncharacteristic silence and sombre expression.

He shifts. Wings trying to flutter behind him but only managing to rustle, guiltily I recognise with a start. But what's hyung got to be guilty about.

"I...I...tried to." He begins, voice weak and low and painfully soft and hurting.

My hands turn to wrap around his neck, to brush my nose against his, the gesture always made Jin hyung smile. And today was no different, except there was something weary and shadowed in his eyes as they met mine.

"Take your time hyung. You don't have to say it now if you don't want to." I add, realising consciously about our packmates still scattered across the living room, the low hum of chatter that came from the card game had been significantly louder earlier but had dropped at some point.

He shakes his head, throat bobbing as he swallows nervously.

"Maybe this is best said here." He murmurs. And then his hands are tightening around me, protectively drawing me back, and hiding behind me I realise, as he looks to our packmates. All of whom had been remaining engrossed in their small tasks and chatter but it's clear they'd heard, that they'd sensed the shift because they turn to face us, gentle open expressions on their faces.

Expressions that silently promise and reassure Jin hyung that he didn't need to be afraid in speaking.

But it turned out that Jin hyung didn't know what to say or how to say it because I could feel his hands tighten and relax sporadically as he tried to spur himself to speak but his lips opened and no words came out. My hand came to squeeze at his thigh, to worm itself across and hold at his waist lightly as I shifted with the need to want to hide hyung and protect him. It wasn't often that Jin hyung roused up protective instincts but right now both my rational mind and bunny instincts were restless with the need to help and soothe hyung, that something was wrong and he was trying to force himself to articulate it when he physically couldn't.

"Hyung you don't need to force yourself. Tell us when you're comfortable." Yoongi hyung speaks up, voice soft and low, eyes their usual glittering brown that spark with understanding and empathy, smiling gently at him.

The fact that Jin hyung doesn't try, that he accepts and concedes immediately has that ball of worry steadily growing larger and larger inside me.

"Bed?" I ask quietly, turning to face him.

A small barely decipherable nod. And I can tell that hyung wants safety and familiarity, that the force he grips me with and tugs me against him with, his poor black wings are getting rumpled and crushed; hyung hates his wings being anything short of perfectly groomed.

And slide off his lap, heart clenching at the way his hands slowly unravel from around me, as if unwilling and unable to let go before they fall away and he's standing up behind me, body pressed close that I can feel the heat of his radiate and seep through my shirt.

"I think we'll head back." I speak up, though the explanation is unnecessary with how the others are already nodding, smiling encouragingly towards me- both for feeling comfortable enough to speak up but also because sometimes it was hard to not feel that underlying knowledge that we all had groups, all had a packmate we turned to. And right now Jin hyung needed me.

But when we step through the partition there's a noticeable tightening to his shoulders, wings trying to curl themselves inwards rather than flapping unrestrainedly as they always did. And Jin hyung hurries to rush to our shared bedroom, the door slipping shut behind the two of us. And it's only in the refuge of his nest does Jin hyung crumble, does his wings droop and his face twists with hurt and guilt as he silently holds his arms out for me in silent request.

And when he's got me tightly secured on his lap, in the middle of our large bed does he speak, lips moving in a low mumble against my shoulder.

"I scared (Y/N)." he confesses.

And of all the things I expected to hear, somehow this wasn't it.

But now that he says it. It all makes sense. The silence, the fading vanilla scent and the guilty hurting expression.

"How?" I ask softly, hooking my head over his shoulder to gently brush my hand over his feathers, startling when his wings jolt when he speaks.

"I only wanted to make things more comfortable for her. I invited her to lunch with us but she...Kook-ah she flinched away from me. She was scared, even I could smell distress off her. I could see it." Jin hyung says in a rush of words that tumble across each other in their haste to be expressed. And each word is thick and heavy with guilt, with self-directed anger.

My hands loop around his neck, feeling his head settle against my shoulder, press against it as he holds me tighter.

"You didn't mean to hyung. I don't know what sort of things (Y/N) has gone through. But I know it wasn't you she was scared of. She's just in a really tough place, she's in an unknown apartment surrounded with a new pack and she's a prey hybrid- it's just...too much." I say, somehow knowing exactly what she was feeling.

Because in those fearful eyes, in the nervous jitter of her legs and the stiff peak of her ears I could read her body language that screamed distress and panic, could smell it trying to break through under the cloud of mixed scents- something that called to my own prey instincts, made me feel empathy towards her.

Because her response was painfully reminiscent of my own, of the way I acted around strangers. And made perfect, sorrowful, sense.

Hyung's hand tightens.

"Do you really think so? It wasn't me but the situation." He asks, with a painful slight tinge of hope that shatters through his misery.

I don't hesitate in answering, in leaning back to peer at him.

"I know so hyung. Give her time, I'm sure she'll come round to you. It's hard not to." I tease lightly, watching as he raises his head to give me a half-hearted glare before trying to tug me impossibly closer, falling back with my body sprawled over his.

I push myself off him, propping myself up my hands to peer down at him.

"Let me get you some milk, it'll help you sleep better." I say, turning to slide off the bed before the temptation to climb into his arms and fall asleep with nuzzles and kisses win over.

I can always do that once he's all sleepy and relaxed.

And with that in mind pad over to the door, shutting it behind me knowing Jin hyung would like the safety of his enclosed nest especially at the moment.

And promptly collide into Hobi hyung who'd been silently padding forward, his hand darts out to stabilise me before I go crashing backwards, hand both gentle and firm on my wrist.

In the low dim lighting of the hallway I can see his ears curl and the way his eyes seem to flash before softening and warming.

"Jungkookie." He greets with a soft smile.

My cheeks warm at the way my ears perk up at the gentle sweetness of his tone and then catch onto the guilty look that flashes across his face.

My ears flop when I tilt my head at him, watch as his eyes follow the motion and his hand reaches out instinctively. But I don't flinch, tilt my head forward the slightest and am rewarded with a low rumbly purr and a hand that slowly scratches briefly at the base of my ears.

"Can't sleep bun?" he asks.

I shake my head, ears flopping with the gesture and sigh.

"Just going to get some milk for Jin hyung. It'll help him sleep better." I say, pleasantly surprised when my words trigger another light pet at my ears, tail twitching with happiness and pride that I don't flinch but welcome the touch.

"Is Jin hyung okay?" he asks.

I lift my head up, his hand falling away and feel a pang of longing, wishing that his hand had stayed.

"He'll be okay." I reply.

And he smiles.

"Did you need something hyung?" I suddenly remember that he's on the other side of the partition and whilst the two apartments had been collectively unified, it was still a bit odd to see any of them here at this time, they tended to only happily and easily cross over during the day.

But I hope it doesn't come across as unwelcoming, mouth opening but he's smiling wryly, scent giving away his nervousness.

"I wanted to check up on (Y/N), see if she needs anything." He admits, and his concern for his friend warms my heart.

Anyone would be lucky to have Hobi hyung in their life.

And together the two of us walk further into the apartment, me towards the kitchen and hyung towards her bedroom.

But it's as we're approaching that hyung's posture stiffens and becomes even quieter in his movement, my own ears perking up at slight trails of sound, sound my ears had caught up on in the silence of the apartment earlier but tuned out because I'd been talking to hyung.

"Woo....can get milk without supervision...settled and soothed." Snatches of her voice trails out, fading out where she seems to speak impossibly quieter, not focusing on my heightened hearing- fearing it was an intrusion on her privacy. And her pack who she was talking to.

But now there's no mistaking the soft, gentle unmistakeable voice of (Y/N), light and quietly spoken from the kitchen, which is illuminated from a soft dim glow, the lighting turned low.

"Bye boys. Love you. I'll call tomorrow." She says softly, an almost hesitance in the way she speaks- as if she wasn't entirely comfortable with even speaking inside the apartment.

There's a small stretch of silence and a weary fond resigned sigh before she murmurs another goodbye and presumably ends the call.

And the sound of a clatter, small weak breaths from inside the kitchen that tear at my heart, tugs at my heartstrings and whispers that those sounds are painfully familiar, that it's the sound of someone hurting and trying to bottle each broken sound inside them given how muffled they reach my ears.

And beside me Hobi hyung stiffens and a glance at him reveals a frozen posture, hurt flashing across his features as well as longing; the stiffness that came with physically restraining himself.

And when he makes a move to enter, I follow- nose scrunching at how his sweet caramel nuttiness from mere moments before has sharpened into something that darkens and turns bitter and burnt when we enter and catch sight of her.

My own instincts flare in sympathy at the broken defeated posture of her head bent forward and hands gripping at the counter, legs weak and trembling as she tries to keep herself upright, to keep herself from physically crumbling.

I dither, wanting to do something but not knowing what, or how to act.

Do I go forward? Do I stay back and give her privacy? Do I help her into one of the kitchen stools?

But then Hobi hyung's scent pulses stronger, reacting to the very visible sight of her hurting and speaks gently.

"Let's get you that cup of milk." Hyung speaks up, her head rising and wide doe-eyes turning to take the two of us in, posture straightening and stiffening in a feigned attempt to look composed.

Poor (Y/N).

Hobi hyung moves forward to gently steer her towards the kitchen island and I move to get not one but two mugs out, deciding on making her the same warm milk I was planning to for Jin hyung.

I stir the milk with my back to them, giving her that privacy of comfort as I heat it on the stove.

"I'll make hers Hobi hyung." I call over my shoulder, knowing being near someone familiar would do wonders, that he was probably torn between the urge to stay close or to get her some warm milk.

I mix in honey and spices, a failproof blend that'll help both Jin hyung and (Y/N) get to sleep easily and much more deeply than their active, whirring minds would otherwise let them.

And bring to set one of the two mugs down in front of her.

She peers up at me, eyes wide and yet her stiff posture eases slightly, fractionally softer as her fingers slowly go to wrap around the mug, a small start as she registers how hot it is. Maybe I should've warned her.

She gives the smallest smile but it's there.

"Thank you Jungkook." She says softly.

I manage a small smile of my own in return, automatically coaxed out by hers, but it's unable to spread across because the remaining mug reminds me of Jin hyung.

I look at her apologetically, eyes flicking to Hobi hyung to convey my apology and urgency.

"I'm sorry I've got to go." I murmur, eyes flitting to her and watching as she gives me a reassuring smile, trying to put me at ease despite being the one who was hurting.

My heart ached at that as she gives a small nod, eyes ducking down to stare into the depths of her mug.

"Hobi you can go too. Don't keep your packmates waiting." She adds, head bent downwards.

He jerks as if he's been shocked and a look of both hurt and understanding crosses his features.

"(Y/N)..." he begins but she's shaking her head, taking a small deep breath in and when she raises her head, it's to shoot him a smile- albeit one that is weak and strained and seems plastered on her face.

"I'm fine. I'll head back to the room when I'm done with my milk. You don't need to stay and supervise Hobi, go to bed." She says, ushering him off.

And though it's with a lot of reluctance Hobi hyung stands up, body language screaming his longing to stay.

But it's clear she wants space. That and she seems to forcefully detach herself from others, forcing a boundary- clear that she didn't want to cross the line she was drawing.

It was a dismissal, the politest and most gentle one I'd seen.

But it was a dismissal nonetheless.

That Hobi hyung had pack to get back to and she wasn't going to hold him back from that.

And it's with a sense of unwillingness that the two of us leave. With the sight of (Y/N)'s drooped ears and curved posture as she held onto the mug.

A lonely solitary figure under the dim glow of the kitchen and with a clouded of scents that still disguised and hid her own emotions.

Lost and alone.

The sight remained with me long after Jin hyung curled up asleep in my arms, face tucked close to my shoulder and body pressed into mine. An image that haunted me until my eyes slid shut and I too fell asleep.

YOONGI POV:

I sigh when Hobi enters our bedroom with a wilted expression, slowly making his way in- looking every bit the drooped sad kit that he was at the moment.

I silently open my arms, Tae's attention from the comic book in his hands going to the door before he's scrabbling upright from his sprawl across the bed.

"Hyung!" he chirps before sensing the slight burnt quality to Hobi's sweet caramel scent and frowning.

Hobi silently clambers into bed, scooting close to take the proffered embrace and nestling close, reaching out to wrap a hand around Tae's wrist and tugging him close so he's sandwiched between the two of us, so he's able to bring our youngest cub close. Tae goes without complaint to curl into Hobi's other side, nuzzling his side.

"Don't be sad hyung. I'm guessing seeing (Y/N) didn't go well?" Tae asks, casually perceptive.

He gives a dejected nod.

"Give the situation time Hob-ah. Let time heal and solve everything." I say reaching out to ruffle his ear and lightly pet his ears, watching with fascination as they curl- the sight never gets old.

He gives me a heart wrenching frown.

"But what if it takes too long? What if I have to keep watching her hurt for a long time?" he questions.

I wince.

Hand dropping to his lap to squeeze his leg reassuringly.

It was hard to be eloquent when you really needed to. Hard to put the emotions and reassurances into words at times they really needed to be expressed.

Because his worries were justified and warranted. His question was right.

How could I tell him that he might have to, that he had no choice but to- not if she didn't want that barrier broached, if she didn't want to share her pains and suffered alone.

If there was one thing I knew for certain was that healing and opening up was something that couldn't be rushed. Couldn't be forced and pushed upon someone.

And from what I'd heard from Joon and Jimin at breakfast, what (Y/N) was involved in was something messy and horribly twisted- (Y/N) needing to be moved here was the peak of tensions and dangers running high in the case. Which meant it was a last resort option, which meant it was something that (Y/N) was pushed to do, had little or no voice in the matter.

So it made sense for her to be distressed, to be closed off and reserved.

And yet I knew and understood Hobi's pain too. Knew that his hurts were warranted.

But even more than that I knew that (Y/N) was standing on a precipice, an unstable footing and she was thrust into a world she didn't know, a world she felt isolated and trapped within.

And sitting here with Hobi being cuddled and comforted from both sides made a pang of guilt strike me.

Guilt because we were here sharing in body warmth and easy familiar touches and she was on the other end, alone and cold and separated from pack.

I couldn't even begin to imagine what she was going through and the thought of that feeling of being lost and adrift stayed even as Hobi dropped off asleep and Tae curled protectively around him, spooning from behind and gently licking and scenting at his throat, at the scent glands to douse the scent spots with his own scent.

"Go on hyung. Hobi hyung will be too cosy and wrapped up in my famous hugs to be waking any time soon." Tae says with an easy loose smile, though he tilts his head up imploringly for a kiss before I slide off the bed, lips meeting mine with a slow sweet burning intensity, parting easily under mine, it's only when that needy rumbly purr threatens to bubble past his lips that I slide my lips away, regrettably and unwillingly- wishing I could climb back into bed and coax out the deep satiated sounds from Tae. But work awaits. And Hobi is in good hands.

"I'll be back late Tae, don't stay up waiting." I say, brushing a chaste kiss across his pouting lips and he nods sinking back against the pillow.

It's not the first time he'll have tried, I smile fondly at him and the memory of a sleepy tiger all drowsy and clingy and stubbornly remaining awake just to get out a final kiss and nuzzle before he went down under the heavy waves of sleep, extra tactile and sweetly affectionate, pushed much more to embracing and settling into those tiger instincts. And those one in the throes of heavy drowsiness demanded cuddles and kisses and nuzzles until he went still.

It's the promise of returning back to clingy cuddly kits when I finish my show that gives me that extra push of motivation as it always does, to keep going hard and strong until the end, engaging with the viewers both by monitoring the live comments and the calls that came in.

Wandering, restless souls.

To be awake at this time with me. To be drawn to the comfort and respite that my voice tried to provide and the words that tried to resonate with not only hybrids but humans too. To remind them that they all mattered, they all had a space where they belonged.

And as I'm going through the comments, smiling at some and frowning with sympathy at others, there's one- simple and plain but catches my eyes.

Thank you for the company on another sleepless night.

My lips curve downwards even if it's a comment to thank me. Sleepless nights.

Never a good sign.

And just for them, because I know what it means to be stuck in thought and unable to sleep, I play the next song- changing the choice to match their comment, hoping it brings them comfort, helps them calm and allows them to fall asleep.

"This is for the minds that can't sleep." I say softly before turning the dial up, allowing the sweet deep tones of Winter Bear play through the radio, reaching out for the person suffering with yet another night without sleep.

And hoped whoever it was found respite, find a sanctuary that their mind couldn't offer them.

And as the sweet deep voice sang, I realised why it had bothered me so much.

Why my brain had made the subconscious connection before I had realised.

Because it was one of my frequent commentors, because it was a person who had always supported and encouraged and praised my work. Someone who made a habit of leaving a comment, no matter how small to share the contents of their kind heart. And they were hurting in some way or another. I'd seen the username and responded instinctively to their comment, processing it at a slower rate than my mind making the connections for me.

And this was the only comfort I could offer.

To someone who'd offered me so much comfort, so much kindness.

And as the show comes to an end, their comments don't come through, I wonder if they've fallen asleep- sincerely hope that they have given how late it's gotten.

"That's all for tonight. And my final message as I leave is that for every wandering soul to live with the knowledge, the fact that one day you will find a place to belong. A place to come to rest at. Until then keep you spirit up." I say, smiling when my finger pushes up the dial for the ending tune for the show, sliding the headphones off my ears, wincing as I rub at the black ears on top of my head, at how sensitive they always got towards the end of my show; far more susceptible to sound then human ears were.

I slowly stretch, uncurling from my seat and smiling when my tail uncurls and sways low, relishing in the freedom of movement, the stiffness easing away as my muscles and limbs pop, rubbing at the pack of my head and padding over to the door.

Slipping out and closing it carefully behind me, ears perked up for disturbances and the tell-tale sounds of anyone else awake.

But there's the deep hushed silence that always descends on the apartment, heavy with sleep and yet it feels slightly different this time. Altered.

Because alongside the mixture of scents from pack there was the faint ghost of the barest trace of the scents (Y/N) had carried, a silent subtle reminder that it wasn't just pack at home right now. That in this sleepy vulnerable space everyone was in, there was also something that wasn't pack, wasn't familiar cording through the space. And I'd be lying if I said it didn't make my instincts try to flare, pulse with the need to protect- though whether that was for my packmates or for (Y/N) I couldn't figure out.

And when I slid into bed, back to curl against Hobi's sleeping frame I couldn't help but remember how alone and afraid (Y/N) had looked when she'd entered. She looked terrified, as if any second one of us were going to lash out at her, body uncomfortably stiff and trying to make herself smaller. Remembered the way her shaky legs had buckled when Hobi had rushed for her, that flare of surprise and shock, the first thought that had been he'd been too possessive over our pack space and had moved in attack, a yell for him tearing out and then the comprehension that he'd rushed over to hug her, to scoop her close and protectively cage her in with his arms, murmuring softly.

Because he'd known her, he'd seen her hurting for far more than we had. And it had hurt him too. (Y/N) mattered to Hobi. And so her pain mattered to me too. Because her pain translated to Hobi's pain.

And I didn't want him hurting.

Not now, not ever.

And a small part of my mind whispered that she didn't deserve to hurt either. No-one did. To the extent where she was torn away from her own life, her own home, her own pack and family. It was barbaric whatever had been done to her.

Something Namjoon and Jimin hadn't divulged for all that Hobi had demanded when she had left, giving away only the necessary information.

It was her choice to share or not. And the less that people knew the better. Joon's words still rang in my ears alongside the stricken look on Hobi's face as he'd stopped arguing, stop pushing. As if Joon's words had made a horrifying clarity to him that had silenced him.

And it was an ache that hadn't left him, lingered in the underlying tones of his sweet nutty caramel scent, a bitterness that would take time to leave.

Even now as he slept it remained, a darker harsher quality to his scent.

As if even in sleep the feelings, the knowledge hadn't stopped bothering him.

And as I curl close to hold him near, tail draping over his waist I can't help but wish that his pain would vanish soon. Because Hobi was the one who'd brought the smile back onto my face, and now he was struggling to find his own.

(Y/N) POV:

I open my eyes, blurry sight settling on an unfamiliar wall that slowly becomes recognisable. I had, after all, stared at it for hours on end after washing the empty mug and returning back to curl up on the bed, facing the opposite wall, mind buzzing and failing to shut down.

I stretch out from my curled-up position, legs slowly unfurling to stretch out on top of the made bed, on the blankets which hadn't been drawn back

I feel the weight of the headphones around my ears still, a barrier blocking the world beyond the one that Suga had painted to me. A world where I'd belong, a world where I'd find my place.

And to the sweet deep slow melody of Winter Bear as it lulled me to sleep, as it brought me that comfort I was desperately trying to find. For a whimsical silly moment it felt like his words had been intended for me, had reached out across the great distance to soothe me, to urge me to let my eyes close and my mind to just let go.

To give me rest on what I'd resignedly accepted was going to be another sleepless night.

It was funny how when I felt at my most adrift, my most lost and confused, his show had yet again brought me relief, solace and comfort. Had made me feel understood.

And that the comfort had come from a non-physical presence. Had come all from one voice.

A voice that had without fail had been helping me for years, had reminded me of my worth when I forgot, had given me courage and strength when I was at my wit's end.

A smile tugs at the corner of my lips, at the knowledge that somewhere out there knew just exactly what to say to push those restless instincts back into a slumber, to recede until they no longer clouded my mind.

And that same smile fades when I take in the unfamiliar surroundings, the shut door and the reminder that I was trapped.

That trying to do the good thing had led to this.

That trying to be the protective carer for Min-Jun had led to this. And yet, he'd gone through so much worse. He'd been groomed and broken, forcefully trained to not remember who he was, what his instincts were.

The reminder of the devastatingly scared baby bear cub that was still at the centre.

A flash of unadulterated, pure terror as I scrambled off the bed.

Unprotected. Unsafe. Alone.

The nausea that had barely settled from last night was rearing its ugly, powerful head as my stomach churned, as I rushed to the packed bags to tug out a change of clothes, bundled close to my chest as I stood up.

And when I opened the door to go rushing out, collided with a firm muscled chest, staggering back a few steps both in reaction to the sheer force I'd been moved back with but also because of the flare of rich deep earthy musk that has my eyes flying to meet another pair.

See the eyes blink in surprise and the startled set of his lips try to curve up into a smile. Something that's meant to be reassuring and promising. And then his eyes drift to the bundle of clothes gathered close to my chest, to the panicked state I'm in and the smile slowly slides off his face. Something careful and knowing flickering in those empathetic intelligent eyes.

"Heading somewhere?" Namjoon asks with the slightest tilt of his head, the look both assessing and familiar. Something that was so intrinsically him. His eyes flashed with understanding and his rich earthy musk softened in the slightest, still intimidatingly strong but it was his scent. It was a scent I knew, a scent I associated with those moments of safety, of crushing relief as I shared the burdens I'd carried with me, as I'd told him and Jimin about what was happening; the notes, the drinks, the toys.

And right now it brought back that sweeping familiarity. I fought the urge to lean towards the protection that earthy musk had become associated with.

He was an officer.

An officer leading the trafficking case. And I was merely someone roped into it. Someone looking after the victim. Looking after Min Jun.

Min Jun. His face flashes across my mind, filling me with that sense of urgency once more. But before I can ask Namjoon to move, he's giving me a sympathetic look.

As if he already knows what I'm thinking.

"Before you do anything (Y/N) we need to talk. About work, you, Min Jun...all of it." He says, voice tinged with hurt and simmering concern.

I clutch the clothes tightly, hands digging into the soft fabric of Binnie's jumper.

It felt like the bad was far from over.

And Namjoon. He was the bearer of bad news.

And I didn't know if I had enough strength to endure it.

(THERE WE GO! AND I KNOW BABY FAWN'S POV WAS SMALL BUT IT'LL CONTINUE ON TO BE LONGER IN THE NEXT CHAPTER! AND WE HAD KOOK (BABIE) AND YOONGI THIS CHAPTER! KOOK JUST KNEW SOMETHING WAS BOTHERING HIS JINNIE HYUNG AND HE'LL STEP IN TO MAKE SURE HE'S COMFORTABLE! AND HE ENDED UP MAKING HER MILK TOO BECAUSE HE REALLY DOES FEEL FOR HER- SO KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR THEIR INTERACTIONS! I AM SO, SO EXCITED TO GET TO THE REAL, REAL PLOT DEVELOPLMENT BUT THIS ALL NEEDS TO BE DEVELOPED TO GET TO THAT TOO! SO BEAR WITH AND ENJOY THE BUMPY, NERVOUS HURTY RIDE FOR BABY FAWN UNTIL THEN! LET ME KNOW ALL YOUR THOUGHTS AND REACTIONS!! HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED! AND DID YOU CATCH ONTO WHO THE COMMENTOR WAS? AHHH! SO MANY IDEAS I CAN'T WAIT TO PUT TOGETHER! EEK! EXCITED! TAKE CARE AND STAY SAFE LOVELIES!)

QUESTION...SOMETHING TO SHARE ABOUT YOUR DAY?

Mine is...I've been on an the most massive emotional rollercoaster. And my darling Midiiplier  has been there to at times push me off the rollercoaster and leave me dangling (far too much than what's good for my health and heart!), having the time of her life pushing me nearly off it when it's been spinning and whirling. But also for being there when I got off the emotional rollercoaster all dizzy and spinning and hurt to offer me comfort. So...thanks for that!

Borahae! 💜💜💜

PurpleQueenie <3