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bobsy-die [bɒbzɪˈdʌɪ/]. noun.
1. a great deal of fuss or trouble.Fed up after a week of being ignored by your friend and crush, you march on over there to rip him a new one with hell on your heels and find yourself in a situation with more than you bargained for.
[Alternatively: Jin's in heat for a week and you don't know about it until you bust down his door in a rage. Smut ensues. Also knotting.]
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A Place Called Home by AGUSTDAKASUGA
Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS, Hybrid - Fandom
23 Jul 2021
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Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.
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Your neighbour, as far as you knew, was mute. You weren’t sure what exactly had happened, but you figured that perhaps it contributed to the stunning works he created with paints and clay. You were curious, and that curiosity led you to grow closer – but perhaps, in growing closer and getting to know him, you were getting a little in over your head.
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You have no idea what you're doing when you log in to a new video game with your brother's beta code. But what you do know is that you want to see more of the dazzling virtual reality game he showed you despite the fact that you're not much of a gamer. And though you quickly realize you're out of your depth in this world, it gets even worse when you're pulled into a raid with a group of players who know exactly what they're doing – and have very little time for your amateur antics.
This is how you meet Kim Seokjin, famous singer, famous gamer. Except, you don't who he is. You just think of him as KimRJ92. And he thinks of you as a puzzle to solve.
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"I… I might know someone who has a spare room," your brother finally muttered hesitantly. You perked up from where the couch had been swallowing you.
"What! And you didn't tell me?" You accused.
"You'd be living with a bunch of dudes."
"Oh my god Jackson," you groaned, rolling your eyes. "The fact that you're even suggesting them means that you know them all and they're good people, right? It's not like they're gonna murder me and hide my body in the walls or something."
"Well, yeah, but…"
"But WHAT?" you almost screamed in frustration.
"They're all… hot."
Silence for several moments. Then you started guffawing uncontrollably, unladylike snorts escaping from your lips.
"You are such a dork," you gasped between laughs, tears coming to your eyes. "If I promise not to let them gangbang me, will you please ask?"